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[cjsoleil]

You’re my Destiny (Seungmin x Reader)

Summary: A vet student/part time ice cream scooper goes to a fortune teller in an attempt to gain some hope about her none existing love life. It’s just a coincidence that she happens to have a cute coworker that fits the description of her future love, right?

Seoul looks lovely in the night, the city lights sparkle and the streets are bustling with thousands of people with such different lives. Men and woman returning home after a long days work, teens playing at arcades or studying in cafés with their slightly obnoxious friend groups, young adults out on dates with their partners, or maybe on their first one, finding the love of their life.

Y/N can’t help but feel a little envious when she sees that, and occasionally wishes for those couples to break up in her head. Okay, totally bitchy on her part but it can’t be helped. She's never even held hands with a boy, never experienced a first date, let alone a kiss. Honestly, she doesn’t even get why that is! Maybe she doesn’t have that many great prospects, but she doesn’t have many bad ones either. She’s going to have a good job once she graduates from vet school, and while she considers herself average looking, that shouldn’t mean anything. Most people are. Her peers find her funny, and she just knows that she’d be a good girlfriend if given the opportunity.

Don’t get Y/N wrong, it’s not like she needs a boyfriend, nobody does, but she wants one. Someone to call hers, to bake for, to go on dates with and eventually have a future with as well. When she was younger she wasn’t so inclined to date, but after turning 20 she became a lot more interested. Now at 24, it’s starting to seem like it will just never happen and therefore, she has grown a general detestation for sweet lovey dovey couples.

Waking back to her apartment after leaving her shift at the ice cream shop she works at on weekends, Y/N hopes her roommate/best friend made dinner before heading to his shift as a bartender.

‘I hope Hyunjin made streak, I’m starv-‘ her thoughts of hunger are cut off when she sees a bright neon sign out of the corner of her eye. Curious, she takes a looks

“Fortune telling.” She reads, frowning a little. This small, hole in the wall building is advertising something that doesn’t even exist. They just say vague enough things so odds are, that future does in fact happen. She should just continue on her way, but a wave of curiosity fills her. She’s seen movies where people found their love through a fortune teller, and she’s in no hurry. So, with little faith, she opens the metal door of the sketchy building.

The inside is normal, looking like a basic living room. To the right, she sees a doorway decorated with strings of plastic, shiny beads. Y/N stands there a moment, before remembering this is crazy and turning around, ready to leave when a voice calls out to her.

“Come here, my dear.” A woman within the room says, and Y/N has no choice but to make her way past the beads and into the room. It has purple walls, dark flooring and in the middle sits a woman in a sleeping robe, hair up in rollers, and around her neck is a large snake that stares at Y/N with unblinking eyes. She sits at a table with a crystal ball in the middle.

“Oh I’m sorry to intrude.” Y/N says, since clearly the woman was ready to sleep.

“Sit down.” Is all the woman says, and Y/N hesitantly obeys, about to speak more when the woman holds up her hand, “I know what you seek.” She suddenly starts moving her hands around the crystal ball, and does it for an uncomfortable amount of time. Like really, Y/N very much regrets this awkward situation. The snake slithers over to Y/N placing its head in her lap and sniffing her with its forked tongue.

“Oh, I see a lot of animals surrounding you.” Okay, anyone could guess she’s an animal lover, not at all minding the lovely snake.

“But you are not here for things you already know. You wish to learn about love, something completely unfamiliar.” Harsh but true.

“He is out there, your lines have already crossed and you share many mutuals. The songbird will fly into you, over and over again with a stronger pitch each and every time. He is so much different, yet oh so similar to you yourself. You will not realize it at first, but once you do the feeling will be all consuming. Oh, and the number eleven is extremely important. You must not forget.”

Y/N blinks a few times, because what does any of that even mean?

“Um… I was thinking more hair colour? Or if he has siblings…”

“An older sister. Neutral hair, he’s younger than you.” She leans in closer to the ball, “Likes mint chocolate ice cream, ew. And…” she squints her eyes, pulling out her glasses from her robe pocket before reading, “A helicopter once crashed into his house. Huh, never seen that before. Anyways, you two will be married in a few years from now. And have a very happy life together, I see kids as well. Three.”

“…okay. Thank you very much.” Y/N needs to get out of here, she smiles awkwardly, “how much is the payment? I don’t have a lot of cash on me but I can do credit?”

“I usually take e transfer.” The fortune teller grins, “But for you, no charge.”

“Really?”

“Of course. It’s about time you get yourself a man, and I want to see it happen.”

“Uh, okay. Thank you.” Y/N stands up, ready to leave when the woman speaks again.

“Remember this. The future can always be changed. If you hope to gain your proper destiny, you must chase it.” Y/N nods.

“Got it. Thank you again.” Y/N basically bolts out of the building, leaving the woman sitting in the room, picking up her snake.

“We wish you well, Y/N.”

Back at her apartment, Y/N is surprised to see Hyunjin laying on the couch.

“I thought you worked?”

“I’m sick.” Hyunjin pretends to cough and Y/N rolls her eyes, “What took you so long? I thought you got off at eight.”

“I took a detour.” Y/N wanders into the kitchen and pumps her fist when she sees chicken on the counter.

“What was it?”

“Visited a fortune teller to ask about my doomed love life.”

“Seriously?” Hyunjin shifts to make room for Y/N on the couch, “That’s awesome! So what’s your future?” Y/N tries to give him a vague response, but Hyunjin is nosey, so she ended up telling him everything she was told.

“Sounds like a dream.”

“More like a scam. What are we watching?”

“Wait hold on.” Hyunjin suddenly perks up, “oh my god, you know who he sounds like?”

“Who?”

“Felix!”

Felix is friends with Hyunjin through his part time modelling, and works with Y/N at the ice cream parlor. He’s a sweetheart, and very handsome as well.

“Felix?” Y/N repeats, “Isn’t he gay?”

“He’s bi.” Hyunjin claps his hands together, “Think about it though. You’ve already met him, he’s got an older sister, he likes mint chocolate chip.”

“Okay, a few things align. But you do realize that none of that is real right?”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.”

———-

Y/N works the opening shift for the ice cream shop on Sunday’s. She makes sure everything is stocked and the tables are set up, along with her coworkers. Only three of them work at a time during these hours, that being herself, a teenager named Mika, and Felix, whose trying to get into modeling.

“Hey Felix.” Y/N greets when the younger comes over to her behind the counter, wearing a pastel yellow apron. Y/N’s is pastel pink, all the workers have some sort of pastels on, “Where’s Mika?”

“Don’t you remember? She switched shifts with someone.”

“Oh yeah.” Y/N does remember Mika saying about switching schedules with someone because of their schedule change. Who was it again? She’s about to ask when a boy with a sky blue apron comes in from the back to the counter.

“Hi Seungmin.” Y/N greets with a wave of her hand. Seungmin has only worked here for about six months, and Y/N hasn’t spoken to him much. Their schedules haven’t really aligned until now. From what she does know, Seungmin is quiet, also goes to Seoul University and is cute, especially with his braces. He has fluffy brown hair, very healthy in comparison to Felix’s bleach blonde. Does bleach blonde count as neutral? She thinks so.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey Seungmin. Your schedule got moved around?”

“Yeah. My classes just didn’t fit with it.”

“Well, it’s nice to have you.” Y/N gives him a smile, and Seungmin glances away from her.

“Good to be here. I’ll go flip the sign.”

Between lulls of customers, they try to become better acquainted with Seungmin as they wipe down the counters to look busy.

“So Seungmin, what do you study?” Y/N asks.

“I’m in law school. First year.”

“Oh really! That’s great. I’m in my last year of vet school.”

“That’s cool.” Seungmin smiles, “So you’re an animal lover.”

“Very much. What about you? Warning, I may have to question furthering this relationship depending on your answer.” Y/N laughs, not noticing that Seungmin is blushing a little.

“I like animals.” He responds, starring at the counter, “I love dogs.”

“Oh me too!” Y/N grins. She’s trying to be open so Seungmin feels comfortable, because he seems to be a little nervous.

When their shift does end, and their cleaning everything up, Y/N picks up on something. A lovely sound, especially in comparison to the weird pretend beat boxing will do sometimes. It takes her a minute to realize the humming is coming from Seungmin.

“You have a pretty voice.” She blurts out without thinking, immediately cringing when the words slip out. Seungmin looks a little embarrassed, she should’ve kept her mouth shut.

“Thank you.”

“Like seriously, even listening to you speak is nice.” Why is she speaking again, but at least this time Seungmin smiles at her.

“Hearing you speak is nice too.”

As weeks pass, Y/N continues to get to know Seungmin better, and also keeps a closer eye on Felix as well. She can’t help it, she knows the fortune teller wasn’t real, but what if she was right? She said that it would take Y/N a while to realize it anyways. Is Felix her future? To determine this, she’s been doing a mental checklist of what she was told about her future partner and Felix. All the things Hyunjin mentioned are correct, but what about the weird speaking in metaphors that the teller said as well? Different but similar, well Felix and Y/N are very different. But what about that whole songbird thing? Does Felix sing? And what about pitch, does she mean tone of voice? There isn’t anything else she can think of. Does stronger pitch mean low or high? It’s all confusing, now even being around Felix is confusing, so she relishes the time her brain can have a break when she’s with Seungmin.

It’s Saturday, usually their busiest day, but with the thunderstorm outside, they’re completely empty. It’s good timing too, since it’s just Y/N and Seungmin. Felix called in sick. The problem with no customers though, is that work becomes absolutely boring. There’s only so many times you can count the bags of sprinkles in storage before a person goes insane. That leads to mindless conversation between the two.

“So what’s your favourite flavour?” Seungmin shrugs.

“I’ll eat anything. I’m not picky.”

“Can’t relate.” Y/N points to the ice cream, “I mean, I’ll eat most of it. But nobody can ever make me like bubblegum. Something about it.” She shakes her head, “no.” They stare at the ice cream for a minute, before Seungmin breaks the silence.

“Do you want to sample all of it?” The suggestion makes Y/N grins.

“We can rank it too.”

Many mini plastic spoons later, and the two have a general ranking strategy for the ice cream. Taste, texture, bonus points for classics even though Seungmin argued that they were just boring. Having just tested tiger tail, Y/N having mixed feelings and Seungmin finding it just okay, they move on to a common debate in society.

“Mint chocolate chip. Toothpaste or no?”

“No, obviously.” Seungmin scoffs, “I hate that argument. People that say that don’t brush their teeth because clearly they don’t know what toothpaste tastes like.”

“Correct answer.” Y/N agrees with a smile, “People are just haters.”

“Can you tell my sister that? She thinks I’m weird.” That catches Y/N’s attention.

“You have a sister?”

“Yeah, older.”

“Oh, cool.” She blames her response on her bewilderment. She vaguely notes Seungmin has a sister, neutral hair, likes mint chocolate chip, but that could mean nothing.

They ended up sampling all the flavours as intended, and despite many surprisingly aggressive arguments, they still didn't reach a consensus and just decided that ice cream is ice cream.

“You know I’m surprised vegan ice cream tastes that good.”

“It’s not real ice cream.”

“Um, yes it is.”

“It’s not.”

“Seungmin I am not starting this with you.” Y/N playfully sighs, “It’s the law student in you I swear. So argumentative.”

“I just know when I’m right.”

“Fine. Just get yourself whatever you want, my treat for making my day enjoyable.” Seungmin grins, but instead of grabbing a cup or cone, he walks in front of the counter to stand in at the till. Playfully, with a puppy like smile, he rings the little bell.

Y/N clues into what he’s doing and grins, stepping up to the register.

“Hello, what can I get you today?”

“Yeah, get me a scoop of cotton candy and a scoop of key lime pie, with caramel sauce, whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles but only the yellow ones- hey aren’t you writing this down?” Y/N laughs, tapping her temple.

“All up here, but are you sure that’s the best mix?”

“Are you questioning me? I’ll get you fired. And it’s too cold in here, who runs this place?” Y/N slaps the counter with a laugh, face turning a little red.

“Have you considered acting instead? Because this is super accurate. I especially love the weird combo that I will later receive complaints about being gross.” Seungmin laughs along, and it makes Y/N feel an odd sort of happy.

“What was your worst one?”

“Oh, it had to be maple and birthday cake peach Sunday.” She picks up a scooper, spinning it in her hand, “Now, what would you really like?”

Y/N makes both their orders, and they eat side by side together before they finished their shift. Now, they walk into the street from the backdoor.

“Later Seungmin.”

“Wait.” Y/N stops in her tracks and turns to face the younger.

“What’s up?”

“You’re walking home?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I walk you?” Seungmin avoids eye contact when he asks, scratching the back of one of his hands. Y/N does think much of it, smiling and gesturing for him to follow.

“Sure thing.”

That starts a trend. After every shift now, Seungmin walks Y/N home. Even when she has errands to run, Seungmin will hold her grocery bags. It’s safe to claim they’ve become actual friends over a few months. It’s actually pretty odd, their friendship. It just really works, it feels natural. Despite the fact that they’re two very different people. The two have met up for breakfast today, because Y/N woke up in the mood for pancakes and didn’t have the stuff to make batter nor the will to go alone.

“You know I never usually eat breakfast.” Y/N tells Seungmin as she scarfs down her first pancake.

“Hm, I need to eat a little in the morning to function.”

“Not me. I can only eat breakfast when I go out for it. Thanks for coming by the way. I was gonna go out with my friend but she’s still visiting her boyfriend’s place-“

“So I’m second choice?” Y/N chokes on her tea.

“What? Oh Minnie no-“

“Relax.” Seungmin smiles, biting a piece of bacon, “I'm joking.”

“Oh no, I was going to say you were actually my third choice. My roommate was second.” That makes Seungmin grin, shaking his head. Y/N can’t help but playfully poke his cheek.

A few tables away from them, there’s a couple. A boy and a girl younger than them, the boy feeding the girl a piece of fruit from his plate. Y/N watches that, before turning to Seungmin and pretending to gag.

“Sorry, that was mean.”

“I understand. I hate pda.”

“Oh my god finally someone who understands.” She holds up her hands as if to explain herself, speaking in a low volume, “My friends always say I’m just a hater, and I kinda am, but I really just don’t wanna see people all over each other. They say that I’ll change my perspective once I get a boyfriend myself but until then I will remain hateful.”

“…Does that mean you’ve never had a boyfriend?” Y/N sighs, taking a sip of her tea.

“Sad, isn’t it?”

“Surprising" is more accurate.” Seungmin says under his breath before clearing his throat, “Who am I to judge? I’ve never dated anyone either.” Y/N really wasn’t expecting that. You can’t tell her nobody has been interested in Seungmin, with his adorable smile and fluffy hair and sparkly eyes. His wit and humour too, along with his pretty voice. Nobody has wanted that?

“Yeah, but you're a few years younger than me. So you have time to beat me.” She leans on her hands, genuinely curious when she asks, “So, do you have a type then?” Seungmin blushes, looking up at the ceiling for a few seconds before answering.

“Not particularly. I like girls who are smart, and funny. With big smiles and loud laughs.” He pauses before adding, “It’s not a big thing, but I picture myself with someone older.”

“Ah, a woman with experience?”

“I didn’t say that.” Y/N never ended up asking him to elaborate, because Seungmin suddenly points outside.

“There’s a magpie.”

“Where?” Y/N immediately looks out the window for the bird, their conversation now forgotten.

Another day, they sit across each other at a table in the library, simply working in the presence of each other. Seungmin leans over to look at her textbook.

“What the fuck is Toxocara canis?”

“Dog worms.” Y/N says without looking away from her computer, typing away. Seungmin pretends to shiver.

“Gross.”

“Please. Whatever you’re doing is worse.” Seungmin groans.

“True. A forty minute presentation, don’t be surprised if I kill myself.” Seungmin face plants onto the desk, “I should of picked Stem like my mother.”

“Don’t kid yourself, we do presentations too.” Y/N laughs before asking, “What does your mom do?”

“She’s a surgeon.”

“Surgeon and lawyer parents? Y/N grins, teasingly tapping his head, “Damn. Are you going to follow your dad and marry a doctor?” Seungmin lifts his head, face a little red.

“Maybe.” He mumbles, “Does a vet count as a doctor?”

“Of course. Except my patients will communicate their pain and symptoms via prolonged eye contact and bites.” Seungmin mumbles something else but Y/N doesn't hear, too pulling up her sleeve, “See this scratch?” It’s hard not to see, it goes down her whole forearm, “This was a cat saying ‘bitch I hate having my paws touched.’” Seungmin’s eyes widen upon seeing the scar, but she assumes that it’s just because of its size. Carefully, Seungmin lifts his fingers and traces the scar. The gentle touch makes Y/N shiver. When Seungmin pulls away, she doesn’t even know what she was saying. Something about animals?

“It’s- um. even worse for rabbits, and- and lizards. Those aren’t very vocal creatures.” Y/N suddenly goes off on a tangent about veterinary practices and diseases and how much she despises when people talk down to her as if being a vet doesn’t mean knowing the anatomy of many different species rather than one.

“Anyways.” Seungmin changes the subject, “Does that mean you’d marry a lawyer?” She doesn’t notice how Seungmin cringes as he asks the question.

“I don’t really care to be honest. Although…” Y/N closes her computer, ready to fill in Seungmin on her apparent future. Honestly, she’s been desperate to talk about it with someone who doesn’t believe in things like that so she can convince herself the same. Hyunjin keeps implying that yes, that random woman with the snake was completely correct. She needs someone sane to tell her to get over it.

“You know, I went to a fortune teller. She told me about my future husband.”

“You went to a fortune teller?” Seungmin repeats, voice ringing with surprise.

“A moment of weakness. So, my roommate keeps telling me that she was talking about a Felix? That’s crazy right.” Seungmin doesn’t answer right away. He keeps his face neutral, the sweet smile that shows off his braces nowhere in sight.

“Crazy.” He repeats, “Would you date him?”

“What? Oh, I guess so.” Y/N shrugs, “I mean, he’s nice and handsome. I never pictured myself dating him but I could see it. I don’t know, it’s not like it’s real.” Y/N actually finds the idea of dating Felix a little odd, but she thinks that’s just because she’s never dated anyone. Something in the back of her mind also tells her that the idea wouldn’t have ever come to her before. Plus, she still questions if Felix is it. She really had to figure out the meaning of her word play.

“Yeah. It’s not real.” Seungmin suddenly starts to collect his things, stuffing them in his backpack.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, I got to meet with my group. I’ll see you later.” He’s gone before Y/N can even say goodbye. The change in behaviour is extremely weird. She’ll make sure to ask him if she said something wrong the next time they meet up.

———

She doesn’t get the chance to ask about it until Saturday, when she comes into work.

“Seungminnie hey!” She exclaims when she sees Seungmin already there, setting up the chairs and tables, “How are you?”

“Good.” Offering a smile, Seungmin scratches the back of his neck, “Sorry for leaving so suddenly on Monday. I was just kinda stressed so I wasn’t feeling too well.” Well that answered her question. Although, something tells her that wasn’t it, but she’s in no place to comment.

“That’s okay, consider it forgotten.” She thought everything would go back to normal after that, and it did for the most part. But Seungmin seems a little put off by her, not being as chatty, as snarky, and falling quiet all too often. Y/N intended to ask about it but it’s Saturday, so there’s always someone to assist.

Even when there is finally nobody waiting in line, Seungmin makes an excuse to go to the back, leaving Y/N with Felix, which is fine! Felix is great, she just wishes she knew what was up.

“Do you think he’s alright?” Okay, Y/N wasn’t the only one who noticed.

“I hope so.”

“You know what? I bet he’s just tired, it’s game season you know?” Y/N furrows her brows.

“I don’t.”

“You didn't know? Seungmin plays baseball for the school’s team.” Felix tells her, “He’s pretty good too. Star player.”

“I didn’t know that.” She says. She knew Seungmin was into baseball but not that he actually played it still. She’s never been into sports but she’s a little surprised he didn’t tell her.

“Well, I think they have a semi final or something coming up. So he’s probably tired from practicing and his classes. I bet he’s studying back there.” That kind of makes Y/N feel better about the situation. It makes a lot of sense.

With that cleared from her mind, she has no choice but to circle back to her whole fortune thing. She knows she should forget it, she should’ve done so already, but to be completely forward, she is desperate. On the way over here she this couple sitting on a park bench together, and the one boy was going on and on about one of his friends, she thinks, and the other one was looking at him like he was fucking captivated, hanging on to every word. So after seeing that devastating sight, she’s decided that what’s to lose by trusting magic? It’s either that or join a dating app. She’ll do that if this doesn’t work out. Still, this is her banking on this relating to Felix, and she doesn’t even though if that’s true.

Wait… oh! Okay, this actually isn’t that hard. The fortune teller lady, while Y/N may have forgotten a couple of the things she’s said, was very clear about the number eleven. That must mean the eleventh day, which is next week. So something must happen on that day! If not, she’ll try to date the old fashioned way, which is, you know, going up to people and talking to them.

————

The rest of the week passes quickly. Y/N still feels a little weird around Felix, and Seungmin is still acting weird around her. It kinda sucks. Hopefully after his games, he’ll feel better. When the eleventh comes, Y/N spends her time at work just buzzing with anticipation. When she came in though, instead of the usual Felix and Seungmin, one is actually missing.

“Mika?” She questions upon seeing the girl, who waved at her with a grin.

“Hey girl! Nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you too.” Y/N takes a quick glance around the shop, before asking, “I thought you didn’t work these hours?”

“Switched with Seungmin for today and tomorrow.” She explains, and Y/N nods her head. It’s good to see the younger girl but… she’s missing Seungmin. They haven’t met up once in the past two weeks besides work, both of them have been super busy and Seungmin doesn’t appear to want to hang out with her. (She tries to ignore that thought though, and blame it on her own self consciousness).

“Well, it’s great to see you.”

“What about me?”

“You too Felix.” Y/N grins at his pout and pats his shoulder, “I’ll go flip the sign.”

“Hey, you know Seungmin’s playing tomorrow?”

“Is he?”

“Yeah. You should go! I bet he’d be happy if you did.” Y/N doesn't tell him that she thinks the opposite. That she doesn’t think Seungmin is very interested in being her friend.

The day passes, and nothing. But that’s okay, maybe something is going to happen after work. However, when she’s at a cafe with Hyunjin, nothing. No childhood friends confessing their love, no classmates asking her out, no nothing. Hyunjin said that she should wander the streets and maybe it will happen, but she decided she was better off just watching romance dramas at home. She’s so stupid, she really thought love was going to walk up to her? With zero work on her part? What a dummy.

The next day she calls in sick for work. She was already planning on doing just that, because she does really want to go to Seungmin’s game. Even though all sports are boring, a few of her friends in her classes will be there so she’s tagging along with them. Sophia insists on getting drinks before going though, so they actually get there after the game already started. Luckily they are able to find room on the bleachers.

Y/N looks all around the field, but she doesn’t see Seungmin anywhere. Maybe he’s on the bench? At least this gives a Y/N a chance to not pay attention. Should she ask Sophia to help her set up a dating profile?

These thoughts are cut off when she sees the teams on the field moving around. A new player steps onto the plate (plate? That’s what it’s called right? She doesn’t know). Anyways the person who throws the ball, the pitcher, for her school’s team step up. Y/N has a little trouble seeing him, but she can make out broad shoulders, brown hair under a baseball cap, the jersey number is eleven.

Eleven?

Eleven!

Seungmin grins and waves to the crowd, spinning the baseball in his hand as he waits for his time to throw. Y/N is high up, and Seungmin definitely can’t see her which is great, because she’s having a little breakdown in her head.

‘This is what the fortune teller by the number eleven! And stronger pitch, because he’s literally a pitcher!’ She thinks through the prediction she was given, and realizes that she’s a fucking idiot, because how the hell did she not realize Seungmin was flirting with her? Does a vet count as a doctor- it couldn’t have been more clear! And dating someone older with no experience? She’s so oblivious!

Not only that, but Y/N didn't even realize how attractive she finds Seungmin. She loves seeing him and gets upset when he’s not working with her and she likes acting dramatic just to make him laugh. It makes much more sense that Y/N hasn’t had a boyfriend yet, not being able to take a hint or even figure herself out. But none of that matters, because she wants Seungmin. And if her prophecy or whatever is right, than he will be the only one she’s ever needed. She goes over what she knows about her supposed future husband, younger than her, neutral hair, different yet similar, older sister, likes mint chocolate, pretty voice, what else was there? Something weird… oh! The helicopter flying through the house! That’s the only one Y/N isn’t sure of. She’s going to find him after the game and ask.

During the game, she cheers even though she doesn’t know what’s really happening. God, she’s going to have to take the role of supportive cheerleader girlfriend soon. She’s okay with that, she’ll go to every game. If not for supporting him, she also loves the way he looks in that jersey. Her heart flutters at the confidence Seungmin is showing, the way he plays with the crowd because he knows they fucking love him.

Not as much as me.

The game is over, and the home team wins of course. Y/N doesn't really know what she should do. She tells her friends to go without her, but now what? Does she run onto the field and confess her love for Seungmin? No, he would probably hate that since there’s still people around, and that would be embarrassing for her. It’s not like she can just text him though, because that doesn’t show enough sincerity.

That leads to her waiting outside the field, just standing around until Seungmin shows up. But he never does, though Y/N does see another player, she thinks his name is Han.

“Hey excuse me?” She steps up to him, voice a little shaky out of nerves, “Um, sorry, but do you know where Seungmin is?”

“You’re looking for Seungmin?” He asks, and suddenly he grins, “Oh shit, you’re Y/N aren't you?”

“Um, yes-“

“I don’t know where he’s heading but I think Bin does.” Han looks over his shoulder and yells to a group of people, “Changbin! Seungmin’s girl is looking for him, you know where he is?”

“He mentioned visiting his sister, he’d be heading to the subway station now.” Changbin, yells back, “Hey Y/N, it’s great to meet you! Minho, it’s Y/N.” Another guy turns to her, waving with a mischievous expression. Oh, that kind of reminds her of Seungmin.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Oh, Hi!” She waves to the boys, very confused but not wanting to appear rude.

“Well, I have to go.” Han says, “But we’ll be seeing a lot more of you around, I’m sure.”

“That’s the hope. Thank you boys!” She waves at them all again before walking away, a pace that quickly transitions into a light jog. On her way to the station, she texts Seungmin, asking him to wait for her.

When she gets to the station, it’s with just enough time to watch the subway start to leave. She looks around, but doesn’t find Seungmin anywhere, so it’s safe to assume he’s on the train. Letting out a sigh, Y/N is completely ready to head back up. Wait until Seungmin sees her messages and plan another day where they can meet up and she can confess. She’s on the first step when words ring through her head, ‘If you hope to gain your proper destiny, you must chase it’ Y/N lets out another sigh, before going over to the stranger closest to her.

“Excuse me, do you know where that subway is going?”

Seungmin better appreciate what Y/N is doing. This is the first time she’s run in how long? Who knows, she hasn’t found the need to run for quite a while. Fuck, this is why people work out. Trying to beat a literal subway to a station is not something she every thought she would ever do, because she’s sane, but here she is, running to the station in hopes of either getting on or catching Seungmin getting off. Honestly, this is kind of like a scene from a movie, has she ever seen a movie where the girl ran after the guy? Oh well, first time for everything.

She tried to call Seungmin as she ran, but it went straight to voicemail. She thinks his phone might be dead. she also googled the train, so she knows where all the stops are. When she finally gets to the station, she’s already breathing heavily and her legs are burning as she walks down the steps. There’s a subway that just closed its doors, about to leave.

“Oh please no.” She takes a glance at the number, “Fucking hell!” People stare at her as if she’s a crazy person when she runs up the stairs, back onto the sidewalk to get to the next station. She’s rethinking this, no way is Seungmin going to accept her soaked in sweat. The thought of Seungmin suddenly makes her smile. Seungmin talks about her to his team. He’s such a sweetheart.

She gets to the second station, sweating and panting and basically just trying not to die. There’s not a lot of people there, a sign she doesn’t really know how to take. She’s doubled over, hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath. This is humiliating, but romantic. She’s always wanted a romantic confession, and she’s going to get one, even if it means Y/N’s doing the brunt of the work. She finally looks up, and sees that the train isn’t here. Did she really get here first? Then she checks the time on her phone and she is filled with dread. No, she’s late. Ten minutes late with no hope to catch up.

“Damn it.” She hisses, very upset that she did all that work for nothing. Y/N might pass out if she goes back up the stairs, so she leans against the wall, and already tries to make a new plan. After all her obliviousness that Seungmin had to put up with, and her ranting about getting with Felix, she has to plan something good. Something meaningful but not elaborate, she guesses, but what would that-

She hears her name. Her name is spoken in that beautiful voice that any songbird would love to mimic, the voice that rings like clock tower bells to announce the afternoon. She stands up straight, and right in front of her, is Seungmin, looking at her with wide eyes and parted lips. He’s out of his jersey now, wearing his normal clothes but he still looks so handsome. Incredible, in comparison to the mess Y/N is.

“Seungmin.” Y/N says, in awe. But the train- it’s there. It must have been delayed. Maybe fate is working in her favour.

“What happened to you? You looked like you ran a marathon.” Seungmin’s eyes widen almost comically when Y/N only offers a large grin in response.

“You didn’t.”

“No?”

“You ran all the way here from the school.” He breathes out, completely astonished. But there’s something more. Something deeper than just that, “You-You chased after me.”

“Yeah.” Y/N swallows, ignoring the dryness of her throat. From exhaustion or nerves, she doesn’t know, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Seungmin steps forward, still in his amazed state. Coming closer as if he’s being pulled on a line.

“I'm not well versed on the topic.” Y/N says with an anxious stammer, “But… you look like you want to kiss me.”

“Funny.” But it isn’t at all laughable when Seungmin is standing right in front of her, hand holding her jaw as he speaks while leaning in, “Because that’s all I want.”

Seungmin brings their lips together and that’s it- destiny found. Not because of a fortune teller, it may have took time to figure it out but it’s so obvious now, that Seungmin is meant to be hers. That all this time was spent waiting for Seungmin. His lips press against hers and she knows, this is the first and last. Y/N is too distracted by the feeling to pay any mind to the irony of two people who claim to hate pda having their very first kiss in a very public place. It doesn’t even last that long anyways, Seungmin pulls away soon but leaves his hand where it is, keeping eye contact. He still has that expression of wonder that makes Y/N’s heart swoop, because she caused that.

“How did you know where I was?”

“I asked your team.” Y/N grins, face flushing at the memory, “You talk to them about me. They knew who I was?”

“Did they embarrass me? I’ll kill them.”

“No no, they were plenty nice!” She reassures, grabbing his hand, “It’s just, they acted like we always knew each other?”

“Well.” Seungmin doesn't look away from her like he usually does, linking their hands together, “I’ve liked you for a long time.”

“How long?”

“Since you trained me, my first shift.” Seungmin lifts there joined hands and kisses the back of Y/N’s multiple times as if he’s been dreaming of it.

“What?” Now it’s Y/N’a turn to be shocked. That was nearly a year ago, and for most of it they’ve barely seen each other, “What? How- how could you know you even liked me then?”

“It’s not as hard as you make it.” Seungmin kisses the inside of her wrist, “I knew, and it never stopped, I only decided to get close to you recently.”

“Wait so your schedule-“

“I begged Mika to switch with me so I could work with you.”

“Oh my god.” Y/N lets out a breathless laugh.

“When you talked about how you considered dating Felix, I freaked out. That’s why I ignored you. I’m sorry. I should’ve asked you out instead of being a coward.”

“No Seungmin, I should’ve been less of an idiot, because it has been so obvious that I’ve wanted you, vice versa.” Suddenly, she becomes hyper aware of Seungmin’s hands on her, and how gross she must be, covered in sweat, face red and hair a total mess.

“Sorry.” Y/N steps back, breaking free from Seungmin’s touch, “I must look a wreck.”

“You’re beautiful.” Seungmin tells her, grabbing her hand again.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe you ran all the way here. That’s pretty far, even for me.”

“Shows how much I care right?” Y/N grins, looking down, “Did you find it romantic?”

“Very.” Seungmin kisses her again, but this time she breaks it, remembering something important.

“Seungminnie?”

“Yeah?”

“Did a helicopter ever fly into your house?” Seungmin looks at her confused, and carefully answers.

“Well, yes, kind of-“ Y/N cuts him off with another kiss, pulling back with a wide smile. Seungmin rolls his eyes. Y/N takes a glance behind him to see that the train is giving final call.

“You’re gonna miss-“

“I don’t care. I’ll tell my sister that today doesn’t work.”

“That’s sweet Min. Can we still get on though, because I will pass out if I don’t sit down.”

“Oh yeah. Sure. We can get food if you want.”

“Keep that up and I might just fall in love with you.”

“It’s about time.”

[cjsoleil]

Don’t You Care About The Casualties (Bang Chan x Reader)

Summary: Chan has always felt the need to display his power, his control, over others. His girl is always there to watch the chaos unfold.

A/N: This is based on the railway MV, where Chan and reader are both vampires. This is pretty different from what I usually write so I hope it’s still good. Just a FYI, Chan manhandles reader and blood is mentioned (you know, cause they’re vampires).

The tunnels of the railway are loud as Chan walks through them. His own footsteps echo throughout the tight space, his boots meeting the metal of the tracks. His ears twitch at the sound of rats and mice and other creatures scurrying in the dark. One in particular is barely audible but he doesn’t need to hear this one.

“Little bird.” He says, a tone in his voice that could make anyone shiver in fear, “Where are you, darling?” Chan feels a gust of air coming from behind him, not bothering to turn around as he smiles something sinister.

“There you are.” It’s almost endearing, the way he turns around and opens his arms as an invitation. His dual coloured eyes closed because he knows who it is. He can smell it. Fuck, he can nearly taste it. His girl has always smelt so sweet, almost as sweet as she tastes.

“Come here.” Chan smiles when the girl comes closer, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other one holds the back of her head. She shoves her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder, inhaling, “Are you hungry?” Y/N doesn’t offer any sort of response as she stays still.

“I think you are.” Chan tips her head back, placing a kiss on her lips, “Do be patient.” The girl sighs and nods her head once.

“You know, you would never go hungry if you were a little more like me. You are such a picky eater.” Pulling away, the two start to walk side by side on the abandoned tracks, hands linked.

“But I suppose I can understand. Why take anything other than the best when you know that’s what I’m going to give you.”

“If I was more like you-” She starts, speaking in a gentle tone that someone without enhanced hearing wouldn’t be able to catch, “-you would have killed me by now.” The man suddenly lets out a loud laugh, pulling Y/N to his side and throwing his arm over her shoulder, his dull fingernails digging into the side of her neck.

“If we are being true, I already did.” He intentionally picked to prod at the exact spot that Chan embedded his fangs into all those years ago, injecting his venom into her bloodstream, ending her human life forever.

But that is not what Y/N meant. Chan is a very dominant creature. He requires power, feeds off it even more than he does blood. If she was anything like Chan… well, he would have killed her faster than light. Or maybe give her a even worse fate… she shakes her head at the thought.

Y/N isn’t like Chan though. Not when she was human. And not now. Growing up, her mother always told her of demons that feasted on blood, killing everyone they came across. And then she met Chan. Her most unforgivable sin. He corrupted her. She submitted herself to him.

“Kill me again, then.”

“I’m sure it will never come to that.” Chan stops walking, grabbing Y/N’a chin and forcing her to look at him. Even in the darkness of the tunnel, they can still see each other perfectly. Chan’s one eye is an icy blue, the other is white, so it seems that he has no iris at all.

“You are my good, sweet girl, are you not?”

“I am.”

“And you will always listen to me.”

“I will.” Chan smiles and leans down, giving Y/N a deep kiss that leaves her dizzy.

“Then we have no problem.” He lets go of her, and they continue down the track.

Y/N frowns when they leave the railway and figures out where they are going. She pulls the hood on her cloak further down to cover her entire face from the sun.

“Don’t be like that.” Chan says from beside her, resting a hand on her lower back.

“I hate it here.”

“No, you fail to see the beauty this place has to offer.”

Opening the chain linked gate, Chan waits until they are both on the other side before closing and locking it behind him.

“What beauty can be discovered in a prison?” Y/N’s apprehensiveness clearly started to irritate Chan. He glares at her, something that even after all these years makes her nearly tremble.

“So talkative today.” He says, grabbing her hand and squeezing so hard it makes her wince, “Gracing me with your voice, aren’t you little bird?” His grip suddenly goes lax, and he runs her knuckles as if he didn’t nearly break her hand. Y/N is smart enough to take the hint. It’s not uncommon for Chan to get these sudden bursts of rage, usually with Y/N on the receiving end of it.

The metal door creaks when Chan opens it, and Y/N forces herself to stop breathing to avoid having to smell dust and dirt. She never has to breathe but it’s a habit she kept from her human self. It separates herself from Chan, who is as if he was never human at all. Born the monster he is. Chan shoves his hands into his black coat, Y/N following close behind. She’s wearing a black book bag over her shoulder, and can hear its contents splash against their containers. They’re in a room apart from the actual cells, with no light nor a single person in sight.

“Give me one.” Chan holds out his hand to the side and Y/N opens her bag to hand him what he wants. A blood bag. Chan doesn’t take off the cap, he bites into the plastic and sucks the blood out of it, basically moaning when the substance reaches his tongue. Y/N watches with a blank stare as he drains the bag dry, blood dripping from his mouth and onto his chin. A few drops even go down his neck.

Chan smiles when he drops the bag, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Grabbing another bag, Y/N holds it out to him. Instead of taking it, he grasps her wrist and digs his fangs into the bag, making eye contact with her as he does so. She doesn’t back down, not when the blood starts to pool in her hand or when the snarls coming from within the building start to get louder. The bag is drained in less than thirty seconds. Y/N used her other hand to grab another one. This time, she keeps it. Chan steps towards the industrial door leading to the cells, throwing it open for the two of them.

Hands reach out in desperation for the two. Chan laughs at the sight and Y/N keeps her eyes on him. She doesn’t enjoy doing this, seeing these creatures that used to be someone, seeing them struggle and fight for a chance to survive. Chan gets off on it though. He likes to play god. Choosing who gets to live and die. She doesn’t know anything about his logic. She doesn’t even understand why he keeps her around.

Ferals are the general name for vampires like this. Those who lose sense of themselves because of starvation, having little to no consciousness. They feel nothing but agony and desperation. Are basically incapable of doing anything but searching for the next meal. They are brought to centres like this one to die. Chan’s the only reason they aren’t yet. He will come in every once and a while and feed them. Enough to keep them alive and nothing more. When Y/N asked him why he did it, he simply patted her head and told her not to worry about it. Then, she figured that he was insane and probably doesn’t have a real reason at all.

Chan rips off the bars of some of the cells. The creatures in them come running out, frantically running past Chan, but he doesn’t let them. Chan stabs his talons into them, watching as their blood gush out. He grabs one by one side of its neck, digging his fangs into their flesh and consuming its blood, throwing them over the railing of to the bottom floor when he’s done.

Y/N closes her eyes instead of watching, not one to enjoy such gore. Though she should be used to it by now. Chan looks around at the bodies that surround him, before he looks at the blood dripping of his hands. He laughs, a manic sort of sound, and wipes the red drops on his face, only succeeding to spread the blood.

“My baby.” Chan goes over and grabs Y/N’s face with his talons, the sharp nails digging into her cheeks and making her bleed. He smirks, leaning in and lapping up the blood with his tongue, “Let’s go outside.”

The creatures that survived Chan’s torment followed, crawling over each other in in their cage of four wired linked fences. One brushes past Chan’s leg, and he immediately lifts the limb and crushed its head with his boot. Y/N cringes at the sound, and hands Chan another blood bag. He kisses her cheek in thanks when he takes it, this time taking off the top and taking a swig as if it is a flask.

“Do you understand why I enjoy such a place?” Chan starts to speak, not looking at the girl who is covered with her cloak. The sun always did bother her more than Chan, “The order of the madness? How one can get lost in it?”

“No.” Y/N replies, hesitating before continuing, “I can’t see it Chan, but I trust you that it’s there.”

Suddenly, Chan’s hand grabs the back of her head and shoves her face first into the fence. Y/N winces, closing her eyes when the sunlight greets her and attempts to back away, however Chan keeps her still.

“You still hungry?” Chan whispers into her ear, the change of topic surprising her. However, Y/N still whispers a word of agreement.

Chan pulls her off the fence, the force making her fall to the ground. Chan grabs her chin and forces her head up with one hand.

“Open up, little bird.” He bites his other wrist, his own blood pooling in his mouth. The sight makes her lips part, her fangs becoming much more pronounced. He grins, the blood leaving pouring past his lips and flowing into Y/N’s open mouth. She moans, taking whatever Chan is willing to give. In the back of her head, she’s aware that Chan is keeping the other creatures away from them. An action that shows he cares. She shifts to her knees so the blood gets to her sooner, choking a little when she doesn’t swallow fast enough. It flows down her face and Chan coos.

“That’s it, good girl.” Chan says, staring down at the girl, “I spoil you.” It’s true. Never has Y/N drank blood that didn’t belong to Chan, having refused blood bags, animals or live humans. She knows she’s a special case. Chan will feed his blood to rogue creatures like the ones around them, but that’s a dominance thing. Something to show ‘I control your very being’. It’s not the same for Y/N, because with her it is also an act of affection, saying ‘I provide for you’. Chan is weird like that, showing affection in gentle touches and words and actions and switching to act with nothing but aggression. Back and forth, back and forth throughout the years. However, Chan has never done anything to truly hurt her. And, for a man that has lost most of his humanity, she must admit that Chan treats her well overall.

She swallows again, closing her eyes and leaning forward, resting her head on Chan’s crotch. The stream has stopped by now, and she just noticed that Chan is hard. Y/N stands, cupping Chan’s face in her hands and lapping up the blood that has spread on his face. Chan lets her, closing his eyes and holding her close, pressing a deep kiss to her lips once she’s done.

“I will leave soon.” He tells her, whispering against her lips, “Would you like to get a head start?” Y/N immediately nods to the chance of getting out of this place. But it is not without a price, she knows. A head start he says, which is to say that this is a hunt. Predator and pray, Chan’s favourite game. Chan kisses the corner of her lips.

“Fly away then.” And flies she does. She climbs over the fence Chan just had her pinned to, purposefully cutting her hands on the barbed wire. She sees Chan’s nostrils flare and his eyes flash black just for a moment. He licks his lips in anticipation.

Y/N went back to the railway. It was the obvious choice, but also her only true way to make it back home. She’s not like Chan with a strong tolerance for the sun. It burns her. So the tunnels with no light in sight are the only way she can comfortably travel. Truly, it doesn’t matter what path she takes. Chan will always find her, he can see every movement she makes. It’s nearly scary to think about how he can predict everything she does.

She feels it before she hears it. A vibration, going through the tracks. It makes her stop, closing her eyes and focusing on her other senses. The scent of copper floods her, and she can hear a tapping sound of what she knows is Chan’s nails against stone. Y/N allows herself to smile, a rush of excitement and fear filling her. She breaks off into a run, choosing pathways at random until she sees light. She stops, staring at the opening that leads outside. Or more specifically, the one who stands at the opening. Sunlight hits Chan’s body in a way that if she didn’t know any better, Y/N would call holy. Blood covers the bottom part of his face, his arms and torso. It’s a mix of his own and others. Y/N can’t even think about running away before Chan rushes forward and pins her with her back against the tunnel wall.

“I got you.” He says in a singsong voice, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck and making her heart beat faster. Chan can, of course, hear it. Feel it, “Look at you.” He says against her pulse point, grazing his fangs against the sensitive skin, “You’re shaking.” He smirks, “Trembling. Are you scared of me?”

“No.” She says, but her body betrays her. It is only natural instinct to be frightened of a being so much stronger. A monster that can kill you without a second thought. Though logically, she knows Chan won’t. Seeing this, Chan lets out a laugh, throwing his head back.

“It’s alright.” He tells her, grabbing her hips and pushing up against her, “It’s safe when it’s just you and me. You know I love you.” The look in his eyes is sincere and Y/N smiles lightly. He runs his hand through her hair, untangling strands with his fingers.

“Are you still hungry?” Chan asks her, a smirk tugging at his lips. She whispers,

“Yes. Are you?”

“Starved.” He rasps out before bringing his lips to her, meaning as he does. He bites her lip with his razor sharp fangs, running his tongue along the wound and tasting her blood. He groans, a desperation filling him and Y/N pushes the black leather, long coat off his body to reveal his vest and dress shirt.

“Fuck.” He pushes her further against the wall, licking up the front of her neck and sucking at her pulse point. He grinds his hips into hers, making her eyes roll back, “You taste good.” He grabs one of her hands, both have completely healed. Chan’s wrist has as well, the only sign of any injury being the red stains on his clothes and skin. It is only when she feels sharp nails on her wrist does Y/N realize Chan still has his claws out. This is not a common thing, usually Chan composes himself after these things, a fight works to calm himself down after a while. However, Chan appears to be extra riled up. She really is dealing with a monster.

“As good as when we met. No, better.” Chan kisses her palm in a moment of softness.

“Well, the best things get better with time.” She exhales, feeling Chan smile against her hand.

“True.”

Chan suddenly drops to his knees and lifts one of her thighs over his shoulder. His nails rip the fabric of her skirt, making her gasp. Giving her a little smirk, he shoves his head under her skirt and licks a line straight up her wet panties.

“Chan!” The girl gasps at the feeling, letting out a loud moan when the other vampire pushes the fabric to the side and dips the tip of his tongue into her entrance, “Oh Fuck!” She can barely hear him snickering, before he whispers a small, “Careful now.” Diving back in, Y/N throws her head back against the brick wall. She doesn’t even register how much it fucking hurts, too focused on the pleasure Chan brings. Not like anything will permanently injure her anyways. He stretches her with his tongue, being careful not to pierce her with his teeth. When she gets close he can tell, her thighs tremble and her hole clenches around his tongue, so he pulls back, licking his lips.

Y/N pants for a few moments, looking down at the man kneeling before her.

“Chan.” Y/N brings her hand to the man’s hair, being careful not to pull at the strands.

“What is it?” Chan stands up whispers against her lips.

“Give- give me more.” She says, wrapping her arms tightly around Chan’s neck.

“Are you really in a position to be making demands?” His eyes seem to gleam in the dark. Y/N leans forward and kisses his neck, moving up to his ear so she can whisper.

“You’re acting- shit.” Chan grinds his hips into hers, “-As if you don’t need me as bad as I need you.” She speaks quickly, wanting to let out the words before her throat closes up on her. Chan stares at her and tilts his head.

“Yes.” He says, grabbing her thigh and hiking it up to his hip, “That I do.”

His hand creeps upwards on her thigh and Y/N instantly jerks, eyes widening when he feels his fucking claws that she had just witnessed him kill with, run along the edge of her panties.

“Wait Chan. No no Chan-“ Fear floods her veins, the idea of Chan getting any closer to such a vulnerable spot makes her want to push him away completely, not that she would physically be able to. “Chan, please.” She whimpers.

“Shhh.” He shushes her, kissing the spot just under her ear, “You’re alright, my baby. Trust me.” Thankfully, Chan pulls away with a little laugh when he sees the expression of fear on her face. Y/N frowns a bit, not liking how Chan must take pleasure in her pain. The smile he wears when he says the next word just proves the point more.

“This might hurt.” He tells her with that same amused grin, letting go of her for a moment so he can lower his pants and boxers just enough to reveal his dick before lifting her up again by her thighs. This time, both of her legs are wrapped around his waist with only Chan’s strength keeping her against the wall. He holds her with one arm for just a second as he rips off her panties, letting the useless piece of fabric fall to the ground. She’s a little prepped from him eating her out, but barely. So it still hurts like hell when he forces himself inside of her.

“Hold on tight baby.” Chan practically growls into her ear, shifting his hold on the girl to keep her steady. Y/N winces and tries to focus on Chan’s tender touches to her thighs and kisses to her throat, “You’re in for a rough ride.”

That’s all the warning she gets before Chan thrusts up harshly and, oh fucking god. Y/N immediately cries out, frantically grabbing at Chan’s back and shoulders as he pounds into her. The mix of pain and pleasure is oh so familiar. Chan kisses her deeply, only breaking apart for a second before coming back as if they aren’t together in every way he’ll die.

“Shit.” Chan grins when he finally has the strength to pull back a bit, “Fuck, brings back memories. Doesn’t it, love?” Y/N is there enough mentally so she nods her head. She recalls the many, many times they’ve fucked here. Hell, just a decade ago she woke up, transformed into her new self in this tunnel. Chan and her did something similar to what they’re doing now that day too.

“Again.” He pants out, kissing her jaw and moving her to meet his thrusts, “Just as good as the first time. Just as tight as when you were a virgin.”

“How would you even know?” She stutters, moaning between words, “That was a long time ago.” It wasn’t really. A decade is basically a week for an immortal.

“I remember everything when it comes to you.”

Chan grabs her waist and quickly changes their position so Y/N is laying on the train tracks on her back with Chan above her. The wood digging into her is more than uncomfortable, but she can’t really focus on that when Chan is hitting a spot that makes her scream.

“Chan fuck!” She repeats his name again and again while she scratches at his back, ripping his shirt. She’s still wearing her heeled boots, and since her legs are around his waist, every time she kicks out she’s actually hitting Chan. He doesn’t seem to notice. He’s giving Y/N all his attention, refusing to look away for even a second.

“What are you doing to me?” He mumbles, Y/N is about to ask him what he’s talking about when Chan rips the front of her shirt with one hand. The rational part of her head tells her that destroying all their clothes is a bad idea, but she shuts that part out when Chan starts to kiss her chest without bothering to remove her bra.

Chan moves one of his hands to cup her head, lifting it up slightly while the other one holds himself up.

“Bite me.” He demands, tilting his head to the side to bare his neck, “Fucking do it.” Always one to listen, Y/N bites the side of Chan’s neck. Blood immediately starts to drip out and despite her attempts to not waste a drop, it still starts to stream down her face and onto the tracks below. Chan moans the second her teeth pierce his skin, throwing his head forward as he starts an even more aggressive pace.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl.”

Pulling away from his neck, Y/N brings her hands to Chan’s hair, roughly pulling without any care.

“Chan I’m-“ She’s cut off when Chan presses his lips to hers, muffling her scream when she comes. Chan doesn’t slow down, and when he pulls away and looks at her with a familiar glint in his eye, she knows he won’t anytime soon.

When Chan is finally satisfied, both of them are covered in come and blood. He looks down at Y/N who looks completely fucked out with a smile, patting her cheek lightly.

“Get back here darling.” After a moment, clarity fills her eyes and she frowns at Chan.

“Fuck…” she sits up a bit, “Shit, my back hurts.”

“Poor baby.” Chan stands up and walks over to where his coat is on the ground while taking off his shirt and vest since they’re ripped to shreds as if a wolf got to them. It really does look like an animal attacked him since there’s deep scratches all along his back and shoulders and even his chest, most of them bleeding. If he was someone else she might’ve felt bad because it must hurt. Chan around and notices her stare, smirking as he speaks.

“Your talons got me good, little bird.” She doesn’t respond. Once he returns to her, he grabs her by her waist and lifts her so she’s standing. Y/N leans her weight on Chan as he wraps his coat around her, making sure it covers her before he lifts her bridal style into his arms. That’s when she notices she can’t see any light, and she looks towards the opening to see that it is now night. For just how long have they’ve been here for?

“Let’s get home before the sun rises.” Chan says, starting to walk out of the tunnel, “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Will you ever be?” Chan hesitates on his next step before quickly fixing his mistake. Looking down at the girl for a second, he then looks at the starry sky before answering.

“No.” He whispers, tilting his head to kiss her once, “Never.” And for some reason it brings her comfort.

[cjsoleil]

You Make This Christmas Red and White (Seungmin X reader)

Summary: This is Seungmin’s first Christmas with his girlfriend, as well as her first Christmas in Korea. Seungmin intends to make her feel at home.

A/N: Reader is French because why not. Happy holidays to you all!

Winter in Seoul is pretty unpredictable, sometimes it’s absolutely freezing and other times, it’s simply slightly cooler than a November afternoon. It hasn’t snowed much during this December though. This, Seungmin believes, is causing his girlfriend to go through a little bit of seasonal depression. Y/N loves the winter and everything that comes with it. Snow, the cold, hot drinks, playing outside, and of course, Christmas. Being from Canada, winter at Y/N’s home is different than in Seoul, so Seungmin is sure the homesickness is getting to her. It’s the first time she has ever spent Christmas in Korea, as well as spending their first Christmas together. So Seungmin fully intends on making this perfect.

So he starts by making sugar cookies. He even bought those Christmas cookie cutters, so he has reindeer and snowflake shaped cookies. He tops them off with red and white sprinkles before putting them in the oven. Y/N isn’t at his apartment yet, so he’s hoping to surprise her when she gets back from her stroll. She’s been staying with him during the break since the universities are closed. As he waits for the cookies to bake, his phone rings, but it’s just Felix. Seungmin quickly clicks accept and speaks before Felix can.

“Can’t talk right now Felix.”

“What? Okay, why not?”

“I’m baking cookies.” Felix scoffs on the other line.

“I’m not there Seungmin, we have to be together to ruin our baked goods.”

“Can’t risk it. I’ll call you back.” Seungmin hangs up the phone as the door to his apartment opens. He looks over and is greeted with the sight of his girl, wearing a light coat.

“Hey.” Y/N says as she takes off her shoes and coat. She sniffs, before smiling, “Ah, what are you making?”

“Close your eyes.” Seungmin demands when she gets into the kitchen. Once she does so, he grabs a reindeer shaped cookie from the cooling rack, and brings it to her parted mouth. Y/N takes a bite and instantly tastes sugar. Opening her eyes, she swallows before smiling.

“You made me cookies.”

“I did.”

“And they’re good, so Felix hasn’t dropped by.” Y/N snickers and takes the rest of the cookie from Seungmin’s hand, “So what brings this at-“ she looks at the clock on the microwave, “Nine in the morning. Not that I don’t appreciate it.” The boy hums and leans against the counter.

“I don’t think you appreciate my efforts, you haven’t thanked me.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N steps close to him and kisses him gently.

“Thank you my oh so kind Seungmin, Mon Cheri.” He wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“I have a plan for us today.”

“Oh?” Y/N rests her arms on his shoulders, “What is it?” Seungmin grins and pushes her away.

“A surprise.” He tells her, and uses a dish towel to take the last tray of cookies out of the oven, “We’ll head out soon. How was your walk?”

“Good, it’s pretty nice out. Kinda cloudy. I was going to get a hot chocolate but the cafe was closed.”

“Hm, I’ll get you one later.”

“Aw, you're such a sweetheart.” Y/N pats Seungmin’s face and squishes his cheeks. His lips purse and he pushes her away, “You know what I want though? Candy cane hot chocolate. That and peppermint mocha are two of the best things about the season.”

“Are those not the same thing?”

“How many times have we had this conversation?”

“I’m still confused about the difference between candy cane and peppermint hot chocolate.”

“Candy cane is better.” Y/N grabs another cookie, “You sure you can’t tell me where we’re going?”

“No.”

—————

Soon enough, Seungmin and Y/N are in Seungmin’s car heading north. One of Seungmin’s hands rests on her thigh and the other is on the steering wheel. The heating is on high and Seungmin is wearing a sweater that Y/N bought him. It’s forest green with a picture of Pochaco in the corner. Both of their jackets are on the backseats.

“How long is this going to take?”

“A bit more than an hour.”

“So far!” Y/N laughs and holds onto Seungmin’s hand, “Where are you taking me away to?”

“Not telling. Be patient, love.” He lifts their joint hands and kisses the back of Y/N’s.

“Fine. So, is there anything you want for Christmas? Not saying I haven’t got you anything, but is there anything specific?”

“No.” Y/N frowns. Seungmin hasn’t given her one idea of what to get him. It’s not like shopping for him is that hard, but she would still appreciate any help.

“Are you sure?” Seungmin glances at the girl before smiling.

“Yes. All I want for Christmas is you~” he sings along to the song on the radio. Y/N gives him a fake little smile that he can’t even see.

“Cute. Did you get your parents a present?”

“Yes.”

“And Chan? Minho? Jeongin?”

“Yes, you don’t have to manage me. I know how Christmas works.” They sit in silence for a few moments.

“…Did you get your sister a gift?”

“Fuck.” He stops at a red light and looks at Y/N giving her a sweet look, “jagiya-“

“Not happening.”

“It’s not necessary nor expected for you to get my family any presents.” Seungmin complains.

“Your family is letting me barge in during the holidays, of course I’m bringing them presents.”

“Stop saying that as if you aren’t welcomed. You know we’re all happy to have you.” Y/N squeezes his hand.

“How sweet. Answer is still no.” Seungmin groans, “We’ll order something later.”

“Fine.” A vibration comes from the cup holder between them and Y/N grabs Seungmin’s phone.

“It’s Chan.”

“Ignore it.” Y/N looks at the boy confused.

“Why? Are you mad at him?”

“No, but I don’t want to talk to him right now. I’ll text him when we get drinks.”

“I can let him know.”

“Yeah. Text him on your phone though.” Y/N puts his phone back in the cup holder and grabs her own.

“Are you hiding something from me?”

“Yes.” Y/N blinks a few times at Seungmin before shrugging.

“Okay then.”

The nice thing about car rides with Seungmin, is that they don’t feel that long. The longest drive they’ve ever been on together was three hours, and it felt like nothing. Even when they simply listen to music, without exchanging a single word, the time spent together is enjoyable. Y/N insists that it’s something about Seungmin, though he says she’s just easy to please.

“Look at that Min, it’s snowing! It hasn’t snowed this much back in Seoul.”

“No.” Seungmin says, “It always snows more once you get further North.”

“You know when I was younger, my siblings and I would fill buckets of snow and dump it on whoever slept in that day.” Y/N sighs, “Good times.”

“You must have been an insufferable kid.”

“Seungmin!”

“I’m joking!” He laughs and Y/N shakes her head at how cruel her boyfriend is.

“You’re so mean.”

“I’m funny.”

“With you there’s no difference.” Y/N rolls her eyes before continuing, “We always got harsh snowfall in Quebec, hence the festival. That’s in February though. My family would always drive down to go visit it, it probably boost my tolerance of the cold.”

“I thought you were from Quebec?”

“The province, Mon amour. But I’m not from the city of Quebec.”

“Is it much colder there?”

“I must say yes.”

“Sounds like hell.”

“Only if it froze over.”

Seungmin soon parked at a free parking space he found, which Y/N praised him for.

“Okay so we’re here… but what is here? I’m still confused.”

“You usually are.” Y/N reaches over and pinches Seungmin’s ear.

“Ow! Sorry, sorry, sorry jagi.” Y/N let’s go and Seungmin rubs his ear, “I’ll show you what’s here.” He tells her, and reaches to the back seat and grabs his coat, putting it on. Y/N does the same. Seungmin’s coat is slightly heavier than Y/N’s. They step out of the warm car and Seungmin shivers a bit while Y/N appears unfazed at the cold wind hitting her face. Seungmin clicks the invisible button on the trunk to open it, revealing its contents.

“A sled?” A classic, wooden sled like one you would see in a old movie. Seungmin nods and gives her an excited smile. Clapping her hands together, Y/N laughs and looks at Seungmin.

“Aww, Minnie! Did you take me all the way out here to go sledding?” The boy shrugs and wraps his arms around Y/N’s waist when she pulls him in for a hug.

“It’s nothing.” He mumbles into her ear, kissing the skin. Pulling away, Y/N pats his face which has turned red because of the cold.

“One sec.” She walks over to the car and opens the back door, grabbing two pairs of gloves, her’s are fingerless though, and two hats. One is light blue with a gray pompon and the other is light pink with a white pompon. Closing the door, she puts hers on and makes her way to Seungmin. She grabs both of his cold hands and puts his gloves on, before putting the pink hat on his head. Well, actually it’s a -

“Touque Seungmin.” Y/N playfully corrects him, before tilting her head and humming softly, “Aw, mon beau homme. J’adore.” Seungmin blinks owlishly, before softly smiling.

“You look good too.” He grabs the sled and shuts the trunk, holding her hand with his free one, “Let’s go.”

The walk to a lovely hill wasn’t even far, since Seungmin has planned out the exact location and where he wanted to park yesterday. Y/N praised him for his intelligence but he only shrugged her off. So now, at the very top of the hill with a few other people around, most of them being kids, Seungmin drops the sled on the ground.

“Okay so since we’re ridding together, I’ll get on and you can go behind me.”

“Who said I’m riding behind you?” Seungmin replies, a teasing look in his eyes. Y/N is quick to retaliate.

“Me. Because I want you to.”

“Oh? But I don’t want you to become spoiled.” With complete exaggeration, Y/N looks at him with gasp.

“Me? Spoiled? My Seungmin, how could you claim such a thing? You’re so mean to me, how could I possibly be spoiled?” She pokes his chest with an accusatory tone, “I’m the one that spoils you! With my endless love and affection.”

Seungmin rolls his eyes and grabs Y/N’s hand, holding it between his own.

“Fine, you sit in front.” He leans down and pecks her cheek, whispering close to her ear, “Brat.” With a smile, the girl drags the sled closer to the edge of the hill, sitting down and patting the space behind her. Seungmin, though pretending to be a little mad, sits down. He wraps his arms around her waist. Nudging them forward with her feet, Y/N pushes them to slide down the hill, laughing as she does. Seungmin’s laughing from behind her, his arms tightening.

When they get to the bottom, the two are still crackling, and Y/N claps her hands, the sound muffled by her gloves.

“Again!” And the two spend who knows how much time climbing back up the hill just to slide back down. Then on there way back up again, Y/N notices something. She smirks to herself and once at the top, sets the sled up. She gets on it, Seungmin sits behind her, and right before she’s about to push off she hears Seungmin speak.

“Wait is that- Y/N!” She pushes them down and they move high speed, and close to the bottom they slide up a little pile of ice and fall to the ground. On impact, they tumble off the sled and onto the snow. Or into the snow.

“Why would you do that?” Seungmin tilts his head to Y/N, who’s grinning like a maniac.

“Because I can.”

“I hate that answer.” Y/N ignores him and starts to make a snow Angel, intentionally kicking Seungmin’s leg when she can.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

“Sure.” Y/N stands up and helps Seungmin up with both hands.

They put the sled back in the car before they started their walk. It’s lightly snowing, and the wind isn’t very harsh.

“Come here.” Seungmin grabs Y/N’s hand and they step into a small store. They say hi to the woman at the cash register. When Seungmin finds what he was looking for, he holds them up to Y/N.

“Pick.”

“What… even are those?” In his hands are plastic scoops? But the ends are hollow outlines of different animals. One is a duck, the other is a snail.

“Just pick.” Y/N picks the duck. Seungmin pays for it at the counter and they go back outside. He goes to the pile of snow beside the sidewalk and uses the scoop to collect a pile of snow, forcing it shut before holding it up to Y/N’s open hand. He opens it, and a duck shaped snow pile drops in her hand.

“Oh my god.” Staring at the duck in amazement, her voice gets a little higher in excitement, “Aw! This is so cute! Let me try.” Seungmin gives her the tool and Y/N starts to make ducks of her own.

“This is great.”

“You leave a trail of ducks in your path.” Seungmin laughs while he watches his girl out the snow ducks on the ground, or any ledge or staircase railing they walk past.

“I know. I’m compelled to fill your apartment with them.”

“I’ll kick you out.” Y/N rolls her eyes and lightly passes her duck from hand to hand.

“You talk a big game, cheri.” Seungmin rolls his eyes and Y/N purposely starts to slow her pace so Seungmin is a little ahead of her and when she gets the opportunity, pulls his coat and shirt collar back and shoves the duck down his shirt. Seungmin yelps at the sudden cold, shaking a little to get the snow off of his skin. This makes chunks of snow fall to the ground.

“You fucking brat!” He yells, but Y/N only laughs, which soon dissolves into a gasp when Seungmin tackles her into the snow. Nobody else if around, which makes Seungmin much more dangerous without the risk of public humiliation.

“What are you-“ she shouts when Seungmin pulls back the collar of her jacket just to drop a pile of soft snow on her neck and collar bones. In retaliation for the fight that she started, Y/N throws a handful of snow into his face, taking advantage of his dazed state to flip him over.

“Okay stop!” Seungmin covers his face with his gloved hands and Y/N grins, sinking her hands in the snow beside his head, ignoring the cold surrounding her fingers.

“My my, is Kim Seungmin asking for my mercy?” Seungmin glares at her, but when she presses her cold fingers into his neck, he squirms and says,

“Okay okay, mercy.”

Smiling with her achievement, Y/N gives Seungmin a kiss on his nose before getting up, helping Seungmin up as well. He shivers as they continue to walk.

“Aw, I’m sorry Mon amour.” Y/N says in a voice that doesn’t sound sorry whatsoever. However she actually does feel a little bit bad. Seungmin’s face is all red now. Thought she quickly gets karma for that, when she slips on ice she didn’t see.

She lays there in shock, staring up at the sun when Seungmin’s head comes into view.

“Are you concussed? Say no so I can laugh at you.”

“You literally laughed when I fell down the stairs yesterday.” Seungmin lets out a giggle at the memory before grabbing Y/N’s arms, pulling her up.

“Yeah, cause it was funny.”

“You’re such a cruel man.”

“Sure, I am.” He rolls his eyes. Seungmin grabs her hand and links there fingers together, just so he can helpfully prevent another fall. On their walk, Y/N gave a little girl the snow duck maker thing since she noticed that it caught her eye. This was to Seungmin’s relief, he did not need his apartment filled with snow ducks. They visited a couple stores on their walk, and ended up buying a beautiful pottery tea set for Seungmin’s sister, which Y/N of course picked out. By that time, the two of them were starving and got hotteok from a little store.

“You know, in the motherland” Seungmin snorts, as Y/N continues, “There’s this candy they make in the snow.”

“I thought you weren’t supposed to eat snow.”

“Well, yeah.”

“So if you're making candy in the snow, isn’t it basically the same thing?”

“No. And it’s not like eating snow will kill you.”

“Eat it then.” Y/N stares him straight in the eyes before crouching down and collecting a handful of soft, untouched snow. She brings the snow to her mouth and Seungmin quickly slaps it out of her hand.

“Min!”

“Are you three? Are you actually going to eat snow?”

“Well, no, I am not three. And why wouldn’t I eat the snow.”

“That’s gross.”

“It’s untouched, freshly fallen. No big deal.”

“Would you drink from a puddle if I asked?” Y/N smiles and leans into Seungmin, making him wrap his arms around her waist.

“To prove a point? Of course.” She gives him a quick kiss before laughing a bit.

“You’re so annoying.” Seungmin comments, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they continue to walk, “Let’s get back to the car. It will get dark soon.”

It’s dark by the time they get home, but it’s not even that late. It just gets dark early during the winter.

“Hey.” Seungmin turns his head to look at Y/N when he parks the car, “I need you to stay back for like- 5 minutes.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.” Seungmin leaves the car without another word and leaves the keys with Y/N, who, while confused, does listen and stays in the car for five minutes before leaving the car. She makes sure to lock it before going up to his apartment. She unlocks the door to notice the main lights turned off, but red and white lights illuminate the ceiling.

“What is…” Y/N turns on the lights and gets a good look at the room. On the kitchen cupboards there’s deer and penguin decorations, and she sees on the coffee table there’s a bunch of different snow globes of different colours, sizes and designs.

“Hey.” Bells ring and Y/N turns to face the sound, nearly dropping the box holding the tea set.

“Seungmin.” Y/N breathes out, at smile on her face. There is a Christmas tree, small but beautifully decorated. But it’s not the tree that brings her joy, though that’s a part, it’s what is under the tree. Perfectly wrapped presents which were definitely not done by Seungmin considering his… questionable wrapping skills. What is really the best thing though, is Seungmin, sitting cross legged in front of the tree with plaid pajamas and a giant bow on his head.

“Do you like- ow!” Seungmin is knocked to the ground, laying flat on his back with Y/N straddling his waist.

“Aw Seungmin!” Y/N coos and cups Seungmin’s face, squishing his cheeks, “What is this?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? The apartment is so pretty, who did this?”

“I got Chan, Felix and Hyunjin to decorate while we were out.” Seungmin explains with a smile, happy to see his surprise had the desired effect.

“I thought that you would like it, since you said that your parents always decorated like crazy back home and we’re not going to my parents house for some time.”

“Oh!” Y/N dramatically clenches her chest, “Mon coeur! Tu es trop mignon Seungmin, je suis malade!” Y/N rambles on in french and Seungmin only makes sense of a few words. When he decides that she’s been speaking too much, he grabs her by the chin and brings his lips to her, kissing her roughly. Y/N immediately closes her eyes and leans into it, letting Seungmin sit up with her in his lap. After a couple minutes, he pulls away completely. His face is burning red, and Y/N finds it so endearing that even after all this time she can still give that effect.

“Look at this.” Y/N smiles gently and tugs at the bow in Seungmin’s hair, “Mon amour, are you my present?”

“Yes.” Seungmin nods, a serious look on his face, “I have no other gifts for you. I spent all my money on snow globes and reindeer figurines. So you will have to settle with only me.”

“The best gift of all.” Y/N states it as if it’s a fact, leaning closer to him and whispering against his lips, “Do I get to open it now?” She closes the distance, licking Seungmin’s upper lip and kissing him gently. It soon turns rough, Seungmin kissing her frantically and grabbing at her hips and thighs. Y/N grasps at the hem of Seungmin’s top, inching the fabric upwards.

Seungmin suddenly pulls back and pushes Y/N off him, standing up and walking away as if nothing happened. Y/N sits on the floor, shocked.

“What are you-“

“You can’t unwrap me just yet jagiya.” Seungmin smirks, sitting on the couch, “It’s not Christmas.” Y/N groans and lays on her floor in defeat.

“And you say I’m the brat.”

“You’re my brat.”

[cjsoleil]

You’re My Angel Baby (Mingi x Reader)

Summary: Y/N goes to a Halloween party and ends up taking care of a cute, drunk cowboy outlaw. Mingi wakes up in the morning with a vague memory of a girl dressed as an angel, and decides he has to meet her.

Halloween night, and somehow Y/N got swindled into joining her best friend, Seonghwa and his boyfriend, Hongjoong, to some party one of their friends planned. It took a lot of convincing, and even more bribery, but she did agree to go. She's dressed in a all white, a flowey long in the back short in the front dress with pure white boots. She put a silver, sparkly and floral headpiece in her hair and beside her sits a pair of fake white angel wings that she’ll put on when she gets out of the car. A cliche yes, but it was a little last minute. She borrowed the wings from a friend.

“Again with the pirate costume Hongjoong?” Y/N teases from the backseat. Hongjoong is wearing a bandana, white jeans, white shirt that is kinda like a blouse and a jacket. Clearly a pirate, “Is that three years in a row now?”

“Shut up.” Hongjoong snaps his usual comeback.

“You should appreciate me more Joongie.” Seonghwa pats the hand resting on his thigh, “I’ve been adapting my costumes to fit yours for years.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“But I want couples costumes!” That’s true, Seonghwa dressed up as a pirate too a few years back, then a parrot, now the mermaid, well, more like siren. He did his make up to suit his look, wearing a sparkly dress with baggy pants and he painted little scales around his ears, neck, and hands. It’s very much a DIY costume, but still very pretty. He’s going to run out of ideas soon. Y/N zones back in to see the car stopped at a red light and the two boys smiling at each other all cute. She groans and wonders how she’s ended up being these two perminate third wheel.

“Do I really have to come?”

“Sorry dear.” Seonghwa coos and looks back at his friend, “But we need a sober driver.”

“Besides. Your a nursing student, you can stop people from dying from alcohol poisoning.” Hongjoong adds.

“I cannot. You better not bring some shit faced frat boy to me and expect me to take care of him. Or her. Anyone. It’s not my job to take care of people outside my placement.” Because Y/N is not interested in dealing with whatever asshole drank too much. If they get alcohol poisoning from being stupid, it’s not anyone’s problem but their own.

“Whatever you say ratchet.”

“I’ll show you ratchet, Hongjoong.”

“Be nice you two.”

At the party, Y/N makes sure to stay close to Seonghwa and Hongjoong, and she smiles pleasantly at the people they talk to. Luckily it’s not all bad, Jongho and Yeosang are there too, so at least there’s some people she knows. She watches over her friends while they drink, making sure they don’t do anything very stupid. She can condone a little stupidity. It’s all very boring. She doesn’t have a lot of people that she can talk to, and she doesn’t have anything to really do. There’s some people dancing on the open floor, but she’d honestly rather die than become involved with that. On the bright side, someone had the decency to provide food. So after telling her friends, she wanders into the kitchen area and looks at what they have. There’s candy in a big bowl on the counter, and obviously a shit ton of alcohol she’s not able to drink, nothing great. She wishes they had cinnamon doughnuts or something, when a plate on the counter further away catches her eye.

“What the hell!” She whispers shouts, going over and grabbing an candy apple. There very clearly bought by an actual place that knows how to make them based off how well made they are. So she eats one. Or four. Who knows. Fuck she wishes they had a caramel apple too. Those are the best fall treats.

Someone else wanders into the kitchen, Y/N ignores him. Then the sound of glass breaking catches her attention. She turns her head to see a boy dressed as a cowboy staring at the broken cup on the floor, the cupboard at his head is open. He’s wearing a hat and a mask that covers the bottom half of his face, a leather jacket and tight pants. Despite not seeing much of his face, the boy is clearly drunk based off his heavy movements and pink ears. He’s also, Y/N must admit, very attractive. Maybe it’s the effect of the mask, but she just knows a pretty face hides under the mask. She watches as he kneels down, about to pick up the glass.

“Stop.” The boy looks up at her, stopping his movement, “Stay still. You're going to hurt yourself.” After making sure the boy is actually listening to her, Y/N looks around the kitchen for a broom or something. She doesn’t end up finding one, but she does find a rag, so she goes back to the boy, rag in hand just to see him with large pieces of glass in his hand.

“What did I just say?” Y/N sighs and cleans up the glass around the man and taking the piece from his hand, throwing it all out. She goes back to the still kneeling cowboy and crouches next to him, seeing his hand is bleeding. She cringes, not because of the blood, she’s used to that, but just because she imagines it hurts.

“Look at this. You should have listened to me.” She scolds, and the boy has enough sense to be ashamed, looking down.

“Sorry Angel.” He says, speech a little slurred and she can tell he’s pouting behind the mask, “Help me? Please?” Y/N sighs, looks like she’s playing caretaker tonight after all. At least he seems to be nice. She helps him stand up, which is a little hard because he’s much bigger than her.

“What’s your name?”

“Mingi.” She introduces herself as well.

“Well Mingi, let’s get to a bathroom so you can stop bleeding all over the place.” Y/N walks with Mingi, keeping a hand on his back and stabilizing him when he stumbles. Mingi cups his good hand under the bleeding one, but a few drops still get on the floor. She just ignores it, not her problem.

Y/N notices that people are watching her and Mingi, but she just gives them a dirty look when they catch her eye.

“People need to mind their business.” She mumbles, looking around for wherever the bathroom could be. She doesn’t just want to open random doors. More out of fear of being traumatized than out of respect for the homeowners privacy. She doesn’t even know whose party this is, it wouldn’t matter if she chose to snoop a little. Well, that’s a little hypocritical considering what she just said.

“There.” Mingi points to a closed door and Y/N opens it to see a bathroom.

“Okay, wash your hand and go sit on the toilet while I look for a bandage.” Mingi obeys and Y/N rifles through the medicine cabinet. She grabs bandages and isopropyl, as well as a cotton ball.

“Hold out your hand cowboy.”

“Outlaw.” She hears him mumble as she dips some of the isopropyl onto the cotton ball.

“Hm?”

“Outlaw, not cowboy.” Y/N smiles, and gently grabs Mingi’s hand.

“Outlaw, this may sting a bit.” She plays into his words, because what is the harm? While she doesn’t know the difference between an outlaw and a cowboy, she’s not about to start an argument over it. Mingi only cringes a little when he feels the disinfectant. Then Y/N grabs the roll of bandages, wrapping his hand. Mingi stares at her as she works.

“Pretty Angel.” He mumbles out, and Y/N just barely catches it.

“What a charmer.” She laughs, not taking the words of a drunk man seriously. After a few more moments, she’s done with the bandage.

“There.” She pats his hand a few times, “Now there won’t be blood all over the place. Well, anymore blood. I feel bad for whoever has to clean that up.” She laughs and he looks up at her, staring with wide eyes. He keeps his hand held out to her, “What is it?”

“Kiss it better.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss it better please?” Now, anyone else and she would’ve said no instantly and walk away. But Mingi seems so genuine. And he’s so cute and sweet. So Y/N gives a quick kiss to the palm of his bandaged hand.

“Better?” Mingi nods excitedly. He’s still wearing his mask. He should probably take that off, what if he throws up?

“Mingi. Take off your mask please.” Mingi nods and lifts his good hand to his face, tugging at the fabric. But he doesn’t actually do anything efficient. Just how much did he drink? Finding this a little pathetic, Y/N decides doing it herself would be better.

“Mingi, how about I help you?”

“Sure.” She gets the mask off quickly, fingers just grazing against Mingi’s hot ears.

I was right she thinks when she sees Mingi’s face fully, he is hot. Okay, the stares make more sense now. She puts the mask on the sink.

“Thank you Angel.” He says, smiling at the girl.

“You do know that’s not my name right?” Based off Mingi’s confused look, it’s clear he does not understand that.

“Whatever. Do you have a friend to watch over you?”

“Yunho.” Mingi answers, a name Y/N is somewhat familiar with, “but he left. Don’t know where he is.” Y/N is irritated hearing that. Mingi’s friend just abandoned him while he’s clearly not in his right mind, what if someone took advantage of him? Or if he drank more and got alcohol poisoning, or made the stupid decision to drive? When this Yunho comes back, she’s going to give him a strong lecture on how to treat your intoxicated friends.

“We can hang out until he gets here then.” Mingi looks happy hearing that, smiling brightly.

“Thank you Angel.”

“You are so polite.” Y/N comments, and gives into her urge to pat his cheek gently. Then she helps him stand up again, but when he’s standing, Y/N notices that he looks a little off. She’s about to ask about it, but then she hears Mingi make a gagging sound.

“Shit!” She lifts the toilet seat and pushes Mingi to sit, just in time. Mingi throws up in the toilet, and Y/N rubs his back sympathetically. She takes off his hat and holds it in her other hand.

Once the sickness passes, Mingi leans back and is panting and sweating a little.

“Poor guy.” Y/N puts the hat on his lap before opening the drawer under the sink, grabbing a rag. She runs it over cold water and rings it out, before going back over to Mingi. She holds his chin and wipes his face gently. He hums in content.

“Feels good.” He hums again, Y/N compares him to a happy cat. When she’s done, she wets another rag and lays it over the back of his neck. She lets him be for a while, wanting the nausea to pass before even trying to move him again.

“Hey Mingi.” He looks over to her, blinking tiredly, “I’m gonna go do something real quick-“

“Noo.” Hands grab her wings, tugging at the fake feathers, “Don’t go.”

“It will only be for a minute.”

“Angel, stay with me please.” Y/N is left standing still. The sentiment means a lot more than it should, coming from a drunk man. She sighs, wondering whatever made her so soft hearted. Seonghwa and Hongjoong will just have to wonder where she is for a while. So she grabs the mouthwash from under the sink and fills the cap half way, giving it as well as a small cup she found for Mingi to spit in. When he does so, she cleans out the cup in the sink. Curse her for being so nice. And curse Mingi for being so cute. If he wasn’t, she probably would’ve just cleaned up his cut and let him be.

Okay, maybe she isn't really nice.

“Okay cowboy- sorry, outlaw.” She then clicks her tongue with though, “What am I going to do with you?”

“Want to go to my room.”

“Your room? Do you live here?” Mingi nods, stretching his neck.

“Yeah. With my roommates.” Well this makes things a little easier. She will simply bring Mingi to his bedroom so he can sleep this off, and he’ll wake up in the morning without any recollection of her, or anything else that happened tonight. As well as a massive hangover. He’ll probably have to skip class tomorrow, if he has any.

“Wait, do you know where you got those candy apples- actually don’t answer that. Are you feeling better?” Mingi nods, and Y/N squints her eyes at him, “Are you sure? Is your head dizzy, stomach hurting?”

“M’okay.” Well, he is definitely looking more alive than before, so Y/N choses to believe him.

“Up we go then.” She holds out her hands and Mingi grabs them, allowing her to hoist him up until he’s standing. Honestly, she’s pretty proud of herself for being strong enough to do that. When he’s stable, Y/N walks him down the hall until he points to a door, and tells her it’s his bedroom. She opens the door, and quickly ushers him to sit on his double bed that takes up most of the room. She understands the need though, he would never fit in a twin bed like her own.

“Tired Mingi?” The boy yawns in response, making her laugh. She helps Mingi with taking off his shoes and jacket, and Mingi takes off his own shirt.

Oh my god. Y/N has to stop himself from saying the words out loud. She can’t help it, he’s just so so hot. Like seriously, his face was beautiful enough as it is and his body- nope she can’t even think about it without feeling like a pervert. So she quickly pulls back the covers of the bed and gestures for Mingi to lay down there. Then she pulls the blankets over him. She stays standing beside the bed.

“There’s a place downtown that makes them.” Mingi says into the blankets.

“Makes what?”

“The apples. I don’t like sweet stuff very much, but I thought they’d be nice.” He yawns, “Expensive though.”

“I thought so.” Y/N laughs, before whispering playfully, “I’m pretty sure I ate like, half of them though. Sorry about that.”

“Did you like them?”

“Very much.”

“Then it was worth it.” Mingi smiles up at the girl, before patting the side of his bed. Y/N takes the invitation and sits.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“Ruining your night.” Y/N smiles, and pets Mingi’s dark hair. She had already put his hat on his nightstand.

“Believe me or not, but this was the best part of my night Mingi.” And really, it was. She’s not into parties, nothing about them is appealing to her. As much as she complained about it to her friends earlier, this was a much more pleasant experience.

“Angel.”

“Yes?”

“You’re so beautiful. And kind.” Mingi lifts a hand, grabbing her arm and really underestimated his strength, pulling the girl on top of him. Letting out a yelp, Y/N plants her hands on the sides of Mingi’s head on the pillow. This leaves their faces only inches apart, and Y/N can smell the alcohol on Mingi. That makes her break eye contact with him and start to push her arms upwards. Before she can get far, Mingi cups her face with one hand, thumb under her chin and fingers splayed out on her cheek. The action puts her in such a state of shock, she doesn’t react in time to move away from him as he lifts his head up, pressing his lips to hers.

Her eyes widen and she quickly pulls away before the kiss can be considered anything more than a peck. Mingi whines when she pulls away.

“Mingi, no.”

“Why not?”

“Why not?” She parrots, frowning a little, “You don’t even know who I am.”

“You’re my Angel baby.” He grins, lets out a little laugh before surging forward, kissing her again. Her mouth opens a little in surprise at being kissed again, giving Mingi the chance to push his tongue into her mouth, the taste of cheep beer still present. And Y/N is just disillusioned enough to lean in for a moment, and she probably would have actually reciprocated if her mind was any more fogged up from a simple kiss. But she’s not about to kiss someone who can’t possibly understand what they’re doing. Maybe kiss someone more would be more accurate.

So she pulls away again, this time pushing a hand on Mingi’s chest to keep him laying down flat on the bed. Mingi groans a little, a complaint, but doesn’t say much more. Until out of nowhere, he mutters.

“We should go out tomorrow.” Only a little fazed, Y/N shakes her head at the question.

“Honey, you’re probably not going to be able to stand properly tomorrow. Just go to sleep.” She continues to pet Mingi’s head, until she’s sure that he’s asleep. Standing up, she grabs the trash can in the corner of the room and puts it next to the bed. Then she grabs a sticky note from his desk and a pen. She writes a quick note, puts it on the nightstand before leaving the room, making sure to close the door as gently as he can.

The party is dwindling down, Y/N notes. So she easily finds Seonghwa and Hongjoong.

“Where were you?” Seonghwa asks when he sees her, “I was worried sick!”

“Sorry Hwa.”

“What were you doing?” Hongjoong questions.

“Playing nurse. Are you ready to go?”

“What happened to ‘I’m not taking care of some drunk loser’?”

“I guess he changed my mind.”

“He?” Seonghwa grins, making Y/N get this sudden feeling of dread, “Who was it? Was he hot? Was he nice to you? Of course he was, you would’ve kicked him to the curb if he was mean-“ Seonghwa trips over nothing, Hongjoong just catches him.

“Careful baby.”

“Thanks Joongie.” Seonghwa leans over and kisses the younger boy. Y/N pretends to gag.

“Wait, why is your face so red?”

“Let’s just go! Please.”

“Fine. You have to tell us all about this guy though!”

“Yeah yeah.”

When Mingi wakes up, he instantly wishes to be asleep again. His head hurts, and he feels so sick he can barely move. God, he shouldn’t have drank so much last night. He sits up, only to be hit with a wave of nausea that has him nearly doubled over.

“Fuck…” he takes a few deep breaths before standing up, groaning as he does so. He notices the trash can by his bed, and wonders how he had enough sense to grab that. Yunho must have moved it for him. His jacket, shoes and shirt are off, as well as his hat. Yunho must have done that too. He takes off his shirt and puts on a pair of sweatpants before heading to the bathroom.

When he comes out, he goes to the living room where Yunho greets him.

“Hey man-“

“Shhh.” Mingi holds his head in his hands as he sits on the couch, “Too loud.” Yunho’s voice was really just barely above a whisper.

“How much did I drink yesterday?”

“I stopped counting after the second beer and the third shot.”

“I swear Yunho, I’m never getting drunk again.” He looks down at his bandaged hand, and tries to recall exactly what he did to hurt himself.

“What happened to my hand?”

“How would I know?”

“Weren’t you the one that wrapped it?” Yunho stares at him with a surprised face.

“Damn, do you really not remember anything from last night?” Mingi shrugs.

“Pretty much.”

“Well, I left around half way through with a few others to grab some beer and you insisted that you stay here. You kept on saying ‘I’m feeling great’ so I just told you to be careful and left. By the time I came back, you were tucked into bed and sleeping like the dead.” Mingi nods along, realizing he can’t rely on Yunho to fill in the blanks of his memory.

“Wait actually, I saw a note on your nightstand.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah. Didn’t read it though.”

“Okay. Can you get me some painkillers or something?”

“Sure.” Mingi goes to his bedroom and there on the nightstand, is a bright pink sticky note. He grabs it and reads the words in black ink.

Hey Mingi,

I can imagine you have quite the hangover today, you were pretty drunk last night. Make sure to clean that cut of yours and wrap it up again, though it will probably be all healed in a few days (The power of a little kiss). Maybe I’ll see you around. Anyways, take care outlaw.

Yours, Angel.

Angel. Images of a woman with no clear face fills his mind. White feathers, the feeling of warm lips on his palm and a hand running through his hair.

Mingi comes out of his room, still holding the note.

“Yunho, did you see anyone dressed as an angel yesterday?”

“It was Halloween. Many people were. Why?”

“The girl that took care of me dressed as one. But I can’t remember her name.”

“What did she look like?”

“Uhh..” Mingi sheepishly scratches the back of his neck, “She was pretty? Look, I’ll know her when I see her.”

“Does that really matter?” Yunho asks, tilting his head, “I mean, yeah, I get that she took care of you. That was very nice of her, but do you have to meet her?”

“Of course I do.” Mingi lays back down on rhe couch, closing his eyes.

“Oh my god you have a thing for her. You have a thing for a girl who’s name you do not know, you don’t know what she looks like and know nothing about her as a person.”

“Not true.” Mingi objects, “I know she’s sweet, pretty, angelic.” Mingi snorts, “Oh, and that she likes candy apples.”

“Whoa Mingi, sounds like it’s time to pop the question to Miss Angel.”

“I wish she would’ve left her number.” Mingi complains, placing a pillow over his face.

“Well, I’ll ask around if anyone knows her, but it’s gonna be hard without knowing anything about her.”

“Thanks Yunho.”

“I’m heading to class, you staying in?” Mingi nods slightly, “Thought so. Painkillers are in the kitchen.”

“Thanks Yunho. See ya.”

“Later.”

The next day, Mingi actually does go to school. He was hoping that miraculously, Angel would be in one of his classes. Unfortunately, this was not the case for him. Yunho, like he said, mentioned her to some people but at last, no luck. Really though, he didn’t expect more. At the moment, he’s at a cafe near campus with Hongjoong and San, doing a little group review.

“Where’s your other half?” San questions Hongjoong, wondering where the older boy is.

“He’s in the library.”

“And you left him alone?” Hongjoong rolls his eyes.

“I would’ve followed, but Seonghwa said that I couldn’t since he and ratchet were studying for biology I think.”

“Ratchet?” Mingi questions.

“Y/N. Seonghwa’s nursing friend.”

“That is so mean of you.” San says, shaking his head at Hongjoong nicknaming this poor girl after a crazy murderous nurse. Mingi finds the name a little familiar, but he can’t put his finger on it, so he doesn’t question it.

“You weren’t in class yesterday.” San states.

“Yeah, i had this massive hangover. Felt dead.”

“What happened with your hand?”

“I don’t remember, but I think I cut it on a piece of glass or something.”

“Damn, you really were wasted.” Mingi can only agree.

“Please please please please-“

“Seonghwa.”

“Y/N please just tell me about this guy.” Seonghwa begs, shaking Y/N’s shoulders. She was supposed to tell him on the way home from the party, but he fell asleep right away. And yesterday they were too busy, “You don’t even need to tell me who it was.”

“Fine.” Y/N relents, shutting her text book, “He was tall, handsome and sweet.”

“Oh!” Seonghwa puts his hands over his heart, “All one could want in a man.”

“You only have two of the three.” Seonghwa kicks her but is still laughing.

“He asked if he could go out with me?”

“What? You said yes right?” Y/N shrugs.

“I didn’t say anything. It was just talk anyways. He was drunk.”

“Either way, you should have left your number with him.”

“No point, he didn’t even know my name. Just called me Angel the whole night.”

“That is so cute but unhelpful.” Seonghwa sighs, “What did you guys even do?” She tells her friend about the boy cutting himself by accident and having to clean up his cut, and tuck him into bed.

“So cute.” He analyzes his friend for another moment, “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar. I can tell. What’s up?” Y/N dramatically groans and puts her heads in her hands, mumbling her words, “Excuse me?”

“We may have… kissed.”

“You kissed!” Seonghwa exclaims, Y/N is quick to shush him.

“Shut up!”

“Sorry this is just crazy to me.”

“What is? That guys only want to kiss me when they’re drunk?”

“Ha. Who initiated it?”

“Him obviously.”

“Come on! Give me the details.” Y/N can’t refuse.

“He kissed me, I said that was irresponsible, he kissed me again and fell asleep like five minutes after.” Seonghwa aw’s as Y/N dramatically rests her head on her arms.

“Wait, is this not cute? Were you not okay with it? If not, I’ll find him and beat him up.” Y/N looks up at him, “Fine, Hongjoong will beat him up.” A long pause, “Jongho will beat him up.”

“There you go. But no, it was… fine? Really, If he was sober, I probably would have actually kissed him back.” Though if he was sober, she’s sure neither of them would have paid the other any mind whatsoever.

“You know if you tell me his name I could probably find him and you set you guys up.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Noo.” Seonghwa pulls the girl into a hug, “We love you.”

“If you do, can we stop talking about this and study.”

“Fine. I have to go soon though, I said I’d meet up with Hongjoong later. Would you like to accompany us?”

“Ew.”

“You won’t be saying that when you and mystery boy get together. We can go on a double date!”

“Stop pushing your couple agenda on me.”

After a few hours of studying at the café, the two boys start to back up their bags to leave. San has already left. They hear the bell at the door ring, and Mingi’s sees Seonghwa make his way towards the table.

“Hey Joongie.” Seonghwa greets Hongjoong, leaning down to kiss his cheek before saying hi to Mingi.

“How are you guys?” He asks while sitting down.

“Good.” “Slightly hungover.” Seonghwa snorts at Mingi’s comment. But his laughter stops when he sees the bandage on Mingi’s hand.

“Hey, what happened with your hand?” Mingi looks down at his hand.

“I think I cut it on something, but I don’t really remember.”

“Huh.” Seonghwa hums for a moment before his eyes lighten up.

“Mingi, do you remember anything from your party?”

“A little bit yeah, why?”

“Did you spend anytime with a girl there? She-“

“Angel?” Mingi asks, wide eyed. He was planning to ask Hongjoong about her before they left.

“She was dressed as an Angel yes!” Seonghwa claps his hands in joy, “I’m so smart, I thought this would take longer to figure out.”

“Ohh.” Hongjoong says, just clueing in, “Mingi was the guy Y/N watched over at the party? Man, you didn’t tell me that.”

“I didn’t know who she was! I was gonna ask you if you knew a girl dressed as an angel.”

“Small world.” Seonghwa smiles, “She said you asked her out, is that true?”

“I really don’t know, sorry Hwa.” Mingi runs a hand through his hair, “But I’d love to actually meet her, thank her in person at least. Could you give me her number?” Seonghwa shakes his head.

“No, she’d be upset if I did that.” Patting the table, Seonghwa thinks, “but… if you did happen to run into her outside class, well that would be fate.”

“Would you?”

“I’ll text you her next class right now.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. You’d be good together.”

“What?”

“Let’s go Hwa, bye Mingi.” Hongjoong and Seonghwa leave, and Mingi choses to ignore Seonghwa’s comment.

He leaves the café and starts walking back to his place. The street he’s on has a ton of little shops and bakeries, so he window shops a little as he makes his way. The a sight makes him stop. There in the window, is a display case of different candy apples. A picture plays in his mind, of a pretty girl in an Angel costume eating the candied fruit in his kitchen. His phone buzzes from his pocket, and he pulls it out and sees a text from Seonghwa. He texted the younger the building, classroom number, as well as the start and end times.

Are you sure she won’t mind?

It’s fine! Tell her I sent you

I’m glad I can blame you

Great. Have fun ;)

Mingi looks at the display case again, before stepping inside.

I hate kinesiology Y/N thinks as she steps out of her classroom. She makes her way out of the building, weaving through the crowd of people. When she’s outside, just a few meters away from the building door, she feels someone tap her shoulder. Turning around, she sees a sight she wasn’t expecting to see so soon.

“Mingi?”

“Hi Angel.” Mingi grins with a small blush on his face, one hand held behind his back.

“Isn’t this a surprise.” Y/N can’t help but smile.

“Yeah, um, I just wanted to thank you for taking such good care of me the other night. You didn’t have to.” Y/N shakes her head, waving a hand in the air.

“No problem. I’m surprised you remember me.” Mingi blushes more, and shifts his feet.

“Well, I kinda didn’t. But I saw your note and remembered a girl dressed as an angel, but not what you looked like.”

“Hm.” Y/N hums, and crosses her arms, shifting her weight to her right leg, “Disappointed?”

“God no.” Mingi answers immediately, “You’re pretty.”

“You said that.”

“Did I?”

“Multiple times. Thank you. How do you know who I am though? If you didn’t know what I looked like.” Mingi looks a little flustered and avoids eye contact.

“I ran into Seonghwa and he figured that you were the one who took care of me because of, well, this.” He lifts his own bandaged hand, “He told me your name and that you were here and that your class would be ending around this time so I came by to see if I could catch you. And I knew I would recognize you once I saw you. Even without the wings.” He spoke so fast, Y/N barely caught all of his words.

“I see. How’s the hand?”

“Good, uh, I was wondering what you meant, by your note?”

“The kiss comment?” Y/N laughs uncomfortably, pulling at the ends of her hair, “Well, um, you did ask me to kiss your hand better…”

“And?”

“You- don’t be upset please- you did kiss me. Twice.” Mingi looks ready to combust from the embarrassment he’s feeling.

“I did? Fuck, Y/N I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You were-“

“Please don’t say I was drunk. That’s no fucking excuse.” Y/N smiles softly.

“Fine. I forgive you.” Mingi laughs.

“You shouldn’t give in so easily. Here.” He pulls the box from behind his back and presents the caramel apple to her.

“For you.” He tells her, watching as the girl gives him an expression of pure joy.

“You-“ Y/N starts, taking the boxed caramel apple from Mingi’s hand, “Are the sweetest.” It seems that Mingi remembered a little more than she thought.

“Seonghwa said that I apparently asked you out.” Y/N nods in agreement, Mingi takes a deep breath, “I wanted to let you know that the question is still open, I’d love to go out with you.” Silence is all he gets in response. He feels a sense of dread in his stomach, but that soon leaves when he actually looks at the girl to see that she looks… flustered?

“Really? Um, yeah that- that would be nice.”

“And…” Mingi takes a breath, stepping closer to the girl. He slowly lifts his hand and rests it in the nape of her neck.

“If it’s not too much to ask, could I get a little reminder of what I forgot?” Blood rushes to Y/N’s ears and her heart beats faster. She brings her hands to his shoulders, grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt.

“I suppose I can.” Mingi leans down and brings his face close to the girl. Before his lips can meet hers though, Y/N covers his mouth with her hand, “Not now.” Mingi grabs her wrist and kisses the palm of her hand.

“After an actual date.” Where I don’t witness you throw up. She doesn’t say that know. She doesn’t want to embarrass him too much just yet. With a quick motion of his wrist, Mingi links their hands and brings them down.

“Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“On a date. Duh.” Y/N grins.

“Aw, our first, completely sober date!”

“I’m never drinking that much again.”

When Halloween rolled around the next year, Mingi did, in fact, drink that much again. It’s okay though, he still had an angel to take care of him.

[cjsoleil]

Love That I Like You (Seungmin x Reader)

Summary: Having just run away from her arranged marriage, Y/N is stuck walking around with a empty stomach and heels that hurt her feet. On the way, she meets a well dressed man who is more than kind to her. Little to her knowledge, he knows her better than she thinks.

Authors note: If you couldn’t tell, Seungmin is my bias.

People whisper and stare at Y/N as she walks down the sidewalk, but she doesn’t pay them any mind. She tries to focus on keeping the pristine white gown she is wearing clean, so she can sell it on eBay later. Or maybe she’ll keep it and wear the wedding dress around the house like pajamas.

Really, she didn’t plan on the day going like this. She has been preparing for her wedding day for months, since it was arranged by her grandparents' insistence. Sure, she was bothered by the idea at first, but eventually accepted the lack of control she had over her own life. Thinking back, that is as sad as it sounds. She never met her fiancé before, and refused to look at any pictures of him out of pure spite.

“It doesn’t matter what he looks like.” She would say, “I might as well keep him a surprise, just like our proposal.” Her grandparents always got upset when she acted like that, but never commented on it. They were just happy she wasn’t fighting too hard against the marriage. The wedding was just a business arrangement for her grandparents, and her fiancé’s parents' companies. It was all explained to her, but she never bothered to listen to the details.

Anyways, Y/N has got a classic case of cold feet and is now wandering the streets while looking for something to eat. She hasn’t eaten all day and is obviously missing her dinner plans. A place to rest her feet would be nice as well. She’s been walking for well over an hour, not wanting to be dragged back to the chapel. But these heels are not made for long strolls, and she finds herself tripping over air in them. The autumn wind brings goosebumps to her bare arms and has already blown her vail out of her hair. She didn’t bother to try to catch it.

After a few more minutes of walking, Y/N comes across a convenience store. She’s just about to go inside when she realizes her problem.

“Damn it.” She practically huffs when it hits her that she has no money on her person. She left her phone in the car and her purse is at her apartment. Sitting down at one of the tiny tables outside the store, Y/N puts her head in her hands and sighs.

‘I could play the left at the altar card’ she thinks, ‘Who wouldn’t feed a crying bride?’ Just as Y/N is about to make herself cry, she feels a tap on her shoulder.

“Excuse me.” The soft voice makes her look up to see a young man in his early twenties. He has big eyes, short and soft looking brown hair and a somewhat awkward look on his face. Y/N must say, he is such a cutie. He holds up a piece of white fabric, a vail, “I believe this is yours?”

“How’d you know?” She smiles and takes the veil.

“Lucky guess.” He seems to hesitate for a moment, before asking, “Is there something wrong?”

“Not really. I’m just hungry.” The man nods before looking at the store.

“Let’s go then.” Y/N shakes her head with a laugh,”I’ll pay.”

“That’s sweet, but you don’t-“ he’s already walking into the store, making her follow.

Looking at the man now, Y/N can see that the man is dressed pretty formally. A white button down with black dress pants and dress shoes.

“Hey, where are you on your way back from?” Y/N asks as she picks up an instant ramen package, her other hand still holding her veil, “Cause you're dressed so nicely.” She snickers a little when she sees the man’s ears turn red.

“Thank you. I had a… business meeting. Plans fell through.”

“I can relate.” Y/N had only picked up the ramen, but the man bought much more food for the two of them, despite her insistence that she didn’t need much.

“You are my saviour.” Y/N tells him as they eat at one of the small tables the store has, “Thank you- Oh, I don’t even know your name. I’m Y/N.”

“Seungmin.” Y/N lets out a small laugh.

“Funny, that was my fiancé’s name too.” She pauses, “That makes me sound horrible. I promise, I didn’t leave because I cheated or because of something bad.” Seungmin nods and takes a sip of his coffee.

“It’s none of my business.” Y/N appreciates that, but can still see the curiosity in his eyes.

“It was arranged. I don’t know anything about the guy, except that he has good taste in engagement rings. It’s a shame I’ll have to give it back.” She looks down at the ring. It’s pretty simple, the diamond itself is small and the band itself is sparkly, “but enough about me, you said you had a business meeting? What do you do?”

“I work for my family’s business.” He says.

“Oh, how is-“

“I hate it.”

“Ah.” Y/N nods, a little taken aback by his answer, “So, why don’t you quit?”

“Why didn’t you say no to your wedding?”

“Touché.”

Y/N smiles when she finishes eating, nodding her head to Seungmin.

“Thank you very much for feeding me. I'll get out of your hair.” As she stands, Y/N winces. Damn, these heels are killing her.

“Are you alright?” She waves off his question.

“I’m fine.” She says bye again but after a few moments, she notices Seungmin following her, “Are you following me?” The question is asked without a hint of anger or annoyance, clear by the smile on her face. Seungmin smiles and shrugs.

“I don’t have much else to do.” Now, any other person, Y/N would have told the guy to beat it. But Seungmin is super cute and nice. Plus if the man who bought her food wants to hang around, who is she to object to it?

“Well, I’m just wandering for a while. I don’t want to hear whatever spiel my family has prepared for when I get back to my place.”

“Let’s go shopping.” Y/N looks over to Seungmin, tilting her head, “Unless you want to wear that day.”

“Maybe I do. This-“ she gestures to herself, “- is going to be the new trend.” She can’t conceal her own laughter as Seungmin shakes his head at her, smiling to himself.

“You’re right. Should I buy one?”

“You can have mine, I don’t really like it anyways.”

“You look beautiful in it.” His words are said so quietly, she barely hears them. But she does, and blood rushes to her face. The dress is pretty, yes, modern. But that’s not what Y/N dreamed of her wedding dress being. She wants something like a princess gown, tulle and sparkle.

They soon end up in a clothes store, and after seeing Y/N wince again, Seungmin forced her to sit down on a cushioned bench in the store as he went to get her clothes. She didn’t try to fight him on it, since he is the one paying. In less than ten minutes, Seungmin comes back to her and hands her a bag.

“What’s your shoe size?”

“Um, seven.” Seungmin nods.

“Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.” Before she can respond, Seungmin is walking away from her. Y/N shakes her head with a smile before she goes to the bathroom to change. Seungmin has cute taste, he got her a pink pleated skort, a white shirt and has even remembered to buy her a bra, which almost makes her die of embarrassment. After getting out of the dress and getting into the clothes, she folds up the dress, though she’s pretty sure you're not supposed to do that, and puts it in the large bag. She puts the veil in there as well.

Back at the bench she was at, she sees Seungmin waiting there with a bag.

“Seungmin, you're doing too much for me.” Y/N tells him, but he only smiles.

“It’s fine.”

“Really Seungmin. I have shoes, just go return these-“

“Sit down.” She does and Seungmin kneels right after.

“What-“ he takes the shoe box out of the bag, before he holds Y/N’s right ankle in his hand and begins to take off her heel. That renders Y/N speechless as she watches Seungmin put a nice but comfortable sandal on her foot.

“Okay okay.” She taps Seungmin’s shoulder and gestures for him to get up, “I got it. Get up.” She notices he has a small smirk on his face. Happy that he got his way, no doubt.

Y/N puts her heels in the shoe box and puts it back in the bag. When she stands up, she sighs at the relief of wearing shoes that don’t hurt. “Thank you so much. You’re so kind to me. The minute I can, I’ll pay you back.” Seungmin rolls his eyes and flicks the girl’s forehead.

“I wouldn’t have offered it if I cared about that.”

“Oh no, that’s not happening. I’m paying you back. Give me your phone.” Seungmin blinks at her with his big eyes, but still hands over his phone after unlocking it. Y/N puts in her phone number in his contacts before handing it back to him.

“There. So you can text me later and we can meet up so I can pay you back.”

“You don’t need an excuse to give me your number.” Seungmin says, and she can see a hint of blush of his ears, “I was going to ask anyway.”

“Then I guess it works out.” Y/N grins and they leave the store together.

“What made you decide to leave?” Y/N hums hearing his question, asking him to elaborate, “You initially agreed to your arranged marriage. What made you change your mind?” The girl shrugs. They're walking around a park, having already dropped off Y/N’s shoes and dress at a donation box.

“A lot of things I guess. I didn’t really want to get married to someone I never met, but…” Y/N trails off for a second before continuing, “When I was sitting in the back of my dad’s car, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted. A winter wedding, a Cinderella dress, a horse and carriage, a man who I actually know and love. Then I was telling my dad I had to go to the bathroom, and ran away.”

“Do you feel bad about it?” Y/N hesitates.

“…No. Like, I feel bad for him and his family, since I’m sure they’ll probably be on his ass about it all. But I decided to not let my family bother me anymore. If they want to disown me for this, so be it.”

“Good.” Their hands brush, “You shouldn’t feel bad. Not for living your own life.” Y/N laughs and bumps into Seungmin’s shoulder.

“What about you? I have no right to say what you do, but if you hate your job, you should just quit. We can be our family’s disappointments together.” Seungmin laughs at that and Y/N just can’t help but grab his hand, interlocking their fingers. He doesn’t pull away. Y/N looks up at him, before taking a single step closer. Seungmin tilts his head down and oh my god, she really wants to kiss him.

“You know something?” Y/N starts before she can actually acknowledge what she’s saying, “If I was supposed to marry you, maybe I wouldn’t have ran away.” Seungmin has an unreadable expression.

“I should tell you something.” Seungmin whispers softly, pulling back. Shit she’s so stupid for saying that.

“What is it?” She must have a odd look on her face, because Seungmin snorts.

“Don’t look so scared, I just need to tell you my last name.”

“Your last name?”

“Kim Seungmin.” Seungmin watches as the gears turn in Y/N’s head before a sense of dread fills her.

“Oh my god, oh my god! I’m such a dumbass.” Seungmin nods, “Don’t agree!”

“You seriously thought You coincidentally met someone with the same name as your fiancé, dressed formally who also had their business plans fall through? Y/N, I’m practically wearing a tuxedo.”

“Seungmin is a common name! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He grins.

“I thought you might’ve been able to come to the conclusion. Idiot.” The name is filled with fondness. Y/N covers her face with her hands and laughs, because the situation is hysterical.

When she catches her breath she looks over at the man, who is still smiling.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For what? Leaving you at the altar!” Seungmin shakes his head.

“No, it’s a good thing you did. I’m glad you had the confidence to stand up for yourself, something I don't have.” He caresses the back of her hand with his thumb, “I’m happy we got to meet like this. Or we can pretend we never met and go our separate ways.” Yeah, as if.

“Let’s not. I… I really like you Seungmin.”

“I like you too, even if you're a little stupid.” Y/N shoved him and cried out “Mean!”

When they stop laughing, Y/N removes her hand from Seungmin’s and pulls off the ring on her left ring finger.

“Here.” She hands the ring to Seungmin.

“You sure? You can keep it if you want.” She shakes her head.

“We’re not engaged, it’s not right to keep it.” He nods and the corner of his lip twitches upwards. “Maybe one day, I’ll be able to give it back to you.” Y/N nearly gasps hearing him say that. Then she suddenly grabs Seungmin’s shoulders and kisses him, so quickly that he can’t even react. The kiss would have been longer if they weren’t in public.

“You’re so sweet Seungmin, so cute.” She kisses his cheek before she pulls away. They walk around for a little longer, and Seungmin suddenly voices what they were both thinking.

“Are we going to tell our families about this?”

“No.” Her response is immediate, making her back peddle, “I mean, we can if you want. But I don’t. God I’d never hear the end of “if your dating just get married. Why wait?” It’d be worse than if I went straight home.”

“Dating?” Seungmin repeats, a little glint in his eye, “Who’s dating?” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“We ate together, went shopping and strolled through the park. We kissed like two minutes ago, that’s a date.”

“Ask me formally and I’ll consider it.” Y/N scoffs.

“As if you weren’t ready to marry me a couple of hours ago.” She mumbles before forcing a smile that is borderline creepy, “Seungmin dear, would you do me the pleasure of going out with me?”

“I guess.” Y/N pretends to frown and starts to walk away, only for Seungmin to grab her hand and pull her back to him.

Y/N likes Seungmin, but she doesn’t love him. But maybe one day she will. Maybe, when she goes back home he will call her and plan another date, where Y/N will force him to let her pay him back. Maybe, in a few years he will offer her the ring back and she will take it. He will gain the confidence to quit his job in his family’s company. Then, maybe in January, she will take a carriage ride while wearing a white and sparkly ball gown dress and will meet Seungmin wearing a complete suit. With only a few people to bear witness of their elopement, he will say his vows and that he loves her while meaning it, and she will do the same.

Maybe.

[cjsoleil]

Straight From the Tortured Poets Department (Bang Chan x Reader)

Authors note: This is part two of a two part series, part one is right here. You don’t necessarily need to read the first one, but I recommend you do. Enjoy.

Time had gone by quicker than Chan and Y/N would have liked. If Chan wasn’t sure about the girl before, he certainly is now. He met her parents a little less than a month after they started dating, something Chan had been dreading. It was bad enough that he came from next to nothing and only had a shit job at a bar, but not meeting them before dating Y/N must not be doing him any favors.

It’s embarrassing, how nervous he was sitting across from her parents. Living under the circumstances he does, it’s safe to say he’s been in a number of stressful, nerve wracking situations. Despite this, he’s never been more anxious than at that moment.

It was a little out of the blue when Y/N had mentioned that since her parents were back in town, so he had to meet them. When he joked and told her she should give more of a warning, he found that it was unexpected for her too. She didn’t plan on telling her parents about Chan right away, but plans changed the day after her parents came back to town.

“So, what boy have you been hanging out with?” Y/N had nearly spit out her tea when she heard the question.

“What?”

“Marie said you’ve been spending some time with a boy.” Her mom called from the kitchen. Y/N simmered in the question for a bit, and wondered however Marie found out about her and Chan. She had thought back to when San saw her at the drive in and it becomes much more clear. San, despite not seeming like one, is a gossiper. He probably told the boy he always hangs out with, Wooyoung she believes his name is. And word spread as quickly as a forest fire. Luckily, they did not act outrageously. Though she actually had to introduce Chan to them now.

It went better than Chan thought it would. There was no yelling about how a man like him is unworthy of being in their daughter’s sight, and other than the threatening undertone her father had every time they spoke, he’s pretty sure Y/N’s parents kinda like him. Well, her mom likes him at least. On another note, Chan did get lucky. Y/N’s father had handed him a card, confusing him at that moment.

“Tell the secretary at front desk you are meeting me. Be there at noon on Monday. If you’re a minute late, don’t bother.” Chan had been speechless, reading the card. Y/N has never mentioned her father’s business before, so he wasn’t aware that he works at a famous publishing company.

Wait, not work. Owns.

Chan always knew Y/N’s family has money. It drips off the diamonds hanging on her ears and covering her wrists. Still he didn’t think her family was so rich.

Chan thanked the man profusely, repeating and repeating his gratitude so many times it must have been annoying. The company has published a number of works by his favourite artists and offers him a career he would never be able to get otherwise. Chan does not have any education, he never even finished high school. Originally he was concerned about this, but after expressing his worries to Y/N they disappeared.

“Chan dear, that doesn’t matter. He wouldn’t have offered you a job if you couldn’t do it.” Chan didn’t have any more concerns after that.

Y/N’s parents are gone again, her father needing to go to one of the department branches. Her mom always goes with him. That leaves the house to Y/N and Chan. Y/N has only been to Chan’s place once. It’s located in a less than safe area and Chan firmly believes his girl has no business being in such a place. It is a tad overprotective of him, but it can’t be helped.

The two watch a movie on Y/N’s tv. It’s some love story. Chan has never cared for them, but Y/N loves them. So they watch on as the man on screen sets up an elaborate scene to propose to his girlfriend.

“Quite obnoxious isn’t it?” Y/N comments from her spot under Chan’s arm. He looks over to her as he raises his hand to undo Y/N’s hair. She wears it up a lot more often now.

“You’re not into grand gestures?”

“That’s not what I said.” Chan runs his fingers through the girl’s hair, “Though I believe they’re unnecessary.”

“They can be sweet.” Is all Chan says, glancing over at the screen to see the male lead on his knee and the woman yelling yes.

Once the movie is over the two went upstairs to Y/N’s room. Chan is captivated by her collections. Shelves full with records and books.

“I never took you for a hoarder.” Chan comments, making the girl reach over and slap his shoulder, “You take good care of these.”

“Of course.” Y/N sits on her bed, and Chan picks a record, putting it on the record player. Music floods the room and he sits next to the girl.

“So anything special we’re going to do before you go?” Y/N hums, barely wanting to think about how she’s leaving town in a few weeks.

“Everything is special with you Chan dear.” She says it sickenly sweet without a hint of sincerity. He laughs and grabs her face softly, squishing her cheeks.

“You’re such a doll.”

Chan shakes Y/N’s face side to side before leaning in and kissing her pursed lips. It starts as one kiss, then two, and then Chan is holding Y/N’s face in his hands whilst kissing her passionately.

“I think I know.” Y/N whispers when Chan pulls away, nervously looking to the side, “A special thing we can do.” Chan takes a moment to process her words, before his eyes widen.

“Babydoll.” He practically groans the nickname, leaning in and kissing the girl quickly again, “Are you sure?” They have shared many passionate moments, but never went close into… that territory.

“We can wait til marriage- or longer if that’s what you want. Or never. Don’t worry about what you think I want, I only want you to be comfortable.” Y/N smile grows larger as she listens to Chan’s spiel. She places both of her hands on his shoulder, leaning forward.

“Sweetheart.” She stops his rant, “Why would I ask if I didn’t want to?” Patting his face, she leans away and he can clearly see how red her face is, “Wait until marriage? That’s so far away, is it not?”

“It doesn’t have to be.” Chan lifts Y/N’s left hand and kisses where the ring will be, “I’d marry you tonight if you wanted.”

“What would my parents think? Their daughter getting married without their knowledge.”

“And having sex out of wedlock is much better?” He laughs as Y/N makes an embarrassed sound and looks away from him.

“Don’t be so blunt.” It only makes him grin harder.

“Didn’t you just try to seduce me?”

“I didn’t- I-“ She sputters and Chan can’t help but press a hard kiss against her cheek.

“Now, to be serious.” He holds both her hands, “Is this something you really want?” “Do you love me Chan?” “More than words can ever express.” “So yes. I do want it.” He sighs, rubbing his thumbs over the back of her hands with a smile.

“It will hurt. I don’t want it to, but I fear it can’t be helped.”

“What is love without pain?”

“That’s a common misconception.” Chan says, “My love should never hurt you.” Placing a soft kiss at the corner of Y/N’s mouth, he starts to trail down to her jaw and neck. He gives a soft bite to the place below her ear before whispering to her, “So let me ask again. Are you sure?” Y/N’s faint whisper of ‘yes’ is all he needs to hear.

Chan grabs her face and brings her lips to his, hand going through her hair. He hears the girl hum when he bites her lower lip, and forces his tongue inside her mouth. Y/N has to physically push him away when she runs out of air, but he stays close. He moves to the side of her neck, one hand on her thigh. When her skirt starts to ride up, Y/N grabs his hand.

“Sorry.” Y/N smiles sheepishly as Chan pulls away, “Just instinct I guess.” He smiles softly.

“What else?” He tilts his head as she mumbles her answer, cute. “Hm?”

“I’m… embarrassed.”

“Of what? Your body?” He practically scoffs at the damn idea. Faster than Y/N can process, she is lifted to sit sideways on Chan’s lap.

“You can leave your clothes on, if that’s what you want. But don’t do it because you’re embarrassed or ashamed or for some stupid reason like that.” A kiss on one of the red marks on her neck. Since Chan’s hand was released upon placing the girl in her lap, he moves his hand up her thigh. Slowly so he can be stopped. He’s not. His hand reaches the fabric of her underwear and neither can hear the music playing anymore. Chan feels Y/N tense.

“Relax.” He tilts his head and brings the girl into a kiss in a attempt to sway her attention. He slips his hand into the fabric, swallowing her gasp.

As tempted as Chan is, he decides against dipping his finger inside just yet. Instead he lets his fingertips wander, smirking when Y/N lets out a cute little sound. After a while, he pulls his hand from under her skirt. The girl in his lap breathes heavily and Chan grins upon seeing what a effect he has on her.

“That’s nothing babydoll. Poor thing, you really don’t know what you’re in for.” He looks back at his fingers, a shine on them. Making eye contact with Y/N, he smirks before bringing his fingers to his own mouth, licking the wetness off of them and moaning at the taste.

Y/N is absolutely mortified, wishing she could close her eyes but her mind won’t let her. The heat pooling in her stomach is nearly unbearable and every time Chan opens his stupid mouth it gets worse. His deep and raspy voice sends a shiver down her spine. The smirk he wears reminds Y/N of the devil he truly is, rather than the darling she is used to.

Y/N lets out a little shout when Chan suddenly stands. Chan drops her on the bed and climbs on top of her. He cages her head with his elbows and rests his forehead on hers.

“Hey.” He whispers.

“Hi.” She squeaks back.

“You okay?” She nods and when she says ‘yes’ he sits up. He smiles, and his hands start to go up her legs. Slowly, he pulls down her underwear and throws them to the side. He moves down and rests between the girl’s legs. Leaning upwards on her elbows, she looks down at Chan.

“What are you-“

“You trust me baby?” He interrupts before she can ask anything more, “Yes or no, Y/N.”

“Of course I do. Yes, but what-“ Y/N cuts herself off with a moan and her arms collapse, falling back on the bed. The feeling is gone after a moment and she is left wondering what the hell that was.

“What-“ She is cut off again, and for a split second she sees Chan’s head nearly disappeared under her skirt. He pulls back, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

Folding the skirt up to Y/N’s hips, Chan returns to his spot. He licks directly over her hole before dipping the tip of his tongue inside. The girl gets louder. She’s never felt like this before. Chan swearing almost made her legs shake, he’s never done that in front of her before. On instinct, Y/N grabs Chan’s hair in her hands and tries to push him away. She doesn’t get away with it, as Chan grabs both hands and pins them on the bed.

“Be a good girl.” And he presses her hands into the mattress slightly for good measure before letting go. This time, he grabs both of Y/N’s legs and rests them on his shoulders. He keeps a strong hold on her thighs and goes back down. Rather than just the tip, he forces most his tongue into her hole, making her cry out.

“Channie!” She clenches the blankets, moan after moan being forced from her lips as Chan dips his tongue inside her, licks and sucks at her clit. Occasionally he will let out a moan of his own, Y/N feels the vibration in her bones. She doesn’t know why he’s doing so though, since this can’t possibly be doing anything to make him feel good. She doesn’t think that hard about it. She can’t really think about anything other than Chan. Unknow to her, Chan is truly having the time of his fucking life eating his girl.

Suddenly a near scream like noise fills the room, and Y/N barely registers that the sound came from her. Chan had put two fingers inside her without warning, kissing her clit. “Oh- oh my god Chan.” She whines and he lifts his head just to show her a dangerous smirk. His mouth is wet and oh this is so embarrassing.

“Isn’t that nice?” He scissors his fingers, “Don’t you feel good?” Y/N doesn’t give a proper and he clearly doesn’t appreciate that, sucking her clit hard, making her cry out. “Words doll.”

“Good.” She pants out moving a hand to pet Chan’s head. He lets her, “So good Channie.” She yells out his name again when he adds another finger. Chest rapidly rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.

“Fucking hell, you’re so pretty. Pretty girl.” His fingers curl inside her and something about it is different, it makes Y/N grip Chan’s hair so hard tears may have been brought to his eyes while she brings up her other arm and bites down on her forearm to cover up the much to loud sound that comes out of her. “Oh you like that baby?” Chan moves his fingers to touch that spot again, making her whine, “Yeah, I know you do.”

After a few minutes of torment, Chan moves up the bed to kiss Y/N’s lips, up her jaw and to her temple. He moves his thumb to replace where his mouth was previously. It brings a burning feeling to her stomach and her whole body tenses. Y/N reaches out to hold Chan’s wrist and push him away. This time, Chan doesn’t bother moving her hands, the weak pressure on his wrist doing nothing to faze him.

“Chan- Chan I feel-“ The sentence is not finished, the girl shoving her face in the pillow under her head. “What is it?” Chan forces her to look at him with a hand to her chin, “Tell me.” “Feels weird.” Y/N mumbles with a lack of better words to describe it. Chan laughs lightly. “Weird, you say?” He leans down to Y/N’s ear, his whispered words sounding like shouts, “Do you feel like you’re burning baby? Like you’re being held over a fire and forced to feel nothing but the flames kissing your skin?” He places a barely there kiss on her earlobe, leaving her skin red and hot, “Or are you overwhelmed? Are you drowning, with nothing but pure desperation rushing through your vains to get what you need?”

Not a single word was registered by the girl on the bed, Chan knows. He still only smiles as he moves his fingers faster, grabbing her face again to get her attention. “Be a good girl and let it go, I got you.” And Y/N is pulled into a completely different world. At least that’s what it feels like.

Her grip on Chan’s wrist slackens, and he pulls his hand away to see indents of her nails on his wrist. Not that it matters. He focuses on running his clean hand through her hair and dries his other one using the bedsheets.

When Y/N can finally force herself to speak, she doesn’t really know what to say. So the first thing that comes to mind is what is spoken, “That was nice.” In a single second Chan bursts into laughter, leaning his head down onto her shoulder. “Yeah it was.” He agrees, “That was your first time cumming?” Y/N face turns an even darker shade of red as she nods. Chan didn’t have to ask, he just wanted to get an answer. It boosts his ego, being the first and only person to ever make his girl feel like this, “You ready for more?” “There’s more?” Chan can’t tell if she’s being serious but even Y/N doesn’t know. Her eyes are drawn downwards to the front of Chan’s pants and there’s a lot more.

Chan first takes off his shirt, and the sight of his bare torso is not an unfamiliar one to Y/N. He runs hot, and often is not wearing a shirt when they are alone. Still, Y/N can never resists running her fingers along the outline of his chest, down to his stomach and over his abs. While his torso is something the sculptors in Paris can only dream of having as a muse, it’s really Chan’s arms that get her going. Large and muscular, showing just how easy it is for him to throw her around when he wants to. His pants are next, along with his boxers. Y/N refused to look, keeping her eyes on Chan’s face. His hands go up to Y/N’s shirt asking softly if it was alright for him to take it off. The answer is yes, all embarrassment regarding Chan seeing her body gone after what he has just done. Soon, the two are left naked on the bed.

“Stop staring at me.” “An impossible task, beautiful.” Y/N rolls her eyes and lets out a gasp when she feels Chan’s tip inside her. “This is the painful part, but I promise I’ll go slow. Feel free to punch me if you want.” Chan starts to push in and hell it does hurt. Despite being stretched out, Chan’s big, and it hurts. Background to the pain is an undertone of pleasure, and Y/N keeps her hand covering her mouth to muffle her sounds. “Shit. Shit, you feel so good.” Chan moans and presses his lips to her neck. He lets out a small whimper as he unconsciously thrusts forward, bottoming out, “Just- hm- tell me when you’re ready.” He kisses down her neck to her collar bone and top of her chest as he waits for Y/N to ready herself, “I know it hurts. Your body is not familiar with mine, but it will recognize me after tonight. It will understand I belong right here.” He finds one of her hands and interlock their fingers.

A few moments pass, and Y/N taps his shoulder “You-you can move.” Chan smiles and lifts himself up a little, not before pressing a long kiss against Y/N’s lips. “Hold onto me.” Y/N nods and rests her hands on the man’s shoulder blades. He starts slow, sweet as he gently rocks his hips. Soon though, Y/N is tapping her hands on his back and is asking, begging him to give her more. “You want me to fuck you harder, hm?” Y/N moans louder at his word choice. Chan never talks like that in front of her. Always one to behave in front of a lady, like he loves to say. “Please Chan.” Chan smirks, saying something about how his girl is so polite before he starts to pull out completely and thrusting hard.

Y/N scratched up Chan’s back, not having enough conscious to consider that it may be hurting him. Chan welcomes the sting though, he kind of hopes they scar. A physical claim for her to make on him. “It’s amazing, you know?” A particularly hard movement, “Every gasp, every moan. You create poetry without saying a single word. What a talent.”

“Chan. Channie.” She moans out and pushes Chan down to meet her for a kiss. Tears fill her eyes and threaten to fall since she feels so much more sensitive now. He pulls away and kisses the corners of Y/N’s eyes. Sweet, a drastic contrast to how he’s moving. After a few attempts, Chan finds an angle that hits Y/N’s spot, making her muffle a scream in her pillow. “Please more, Chan Chan-“

“Fuck.” Chan clenches his jaw when Y/N tightens around him, feeling just on the edge of release. With a grunt, he wraps his arms around Y/N, one hand holding the back of her head and the other at her lower back as he picks her up. Chan settles her in his lap and doesn’t give her any time to even process the sudden change in position as he grounds himself on the bed and thrusts up into her. Grabbing her waist, Chan pushes Y/N down as he thrusts up, making him go in deeper. “Come on babydoll. Come for me.” Arms wrap around his neck, Chan feels her bite his shoulder and tighten around him, “Atta girl.”

When Y/N comes down from her high, Chan gently pulls out and kisses her, letting her stay seated in his lap. “Chan you didn’t, um…” Y/N doesn’t finish her sentence, blood rushing to her face as Chan stares at her with a smile. He looks a mess, hair messed up, a bite mark on his shoulder and scratch marks on his arms. If he looks like that, she can only imagine how she herself looks. “I don’t think we should start a family until we’re married.” Chan kisses close to the middle of Y/N’s chest, where her heart lies under skin, muscle and bones. “Well-yes, I agree but I mean… can I help you?”

Chan blushes at that moment, rubbing the nape of his neck. “Do you want to?” Y/N affirms that she does, “Okay.” He pecks her lips, “Touch me baby.” Y/N brings her hand to Chan’s chest, kissing his shoulder as her hand goes downwards until her fingertips make contact with Chan’s cock. She touches him carefully, too nervous to do anything more. “Wrap your hand around me.” Y/N obeys, holding Chan in her hand. Chan moans loudly, jerking his hips, he doesn’t know how the fuck he managed to not come inside her earlier, “Shit. Fuck yes, that’s good honey. Move your hand a bit- yeah just like that.” Y/N barely needs to do anything before Chan is cumming, groaning into her neck.

When he feels alive again, Chan wipes off Y/N’s hand and his own stomach with the bed sheet before lying down, bringing Y/N with him. “Are you sure you don’t want to get married tonight?” Chan asks and a laugh echos through the room, over the music playing on the record player, “Ah Nevermind. I don’t have a ring yet.” “Maybe when I come home for the holidays.” “A winter wedding sounds lovely.”

Standing at the train station together, Chan thinks that maybe this was a fraction of the feeling military wives felt while sending their husbands off to war. Not the same, because there is no fear that Y/N will not be coming back, but the point still stands.

“Have you ever been on a train, Chan dear?” “Yes. But not the formal way.” That makes Y/N look at him with a confused expression,

“I used to train hop.” The girl nods looking forward towards the tracks. The autumn wind has just started to come out, messing up both their hair. The sun is setting, giving a warm golden hue to the world around them. “I’m sorry your parents weren’t able to make it.” Y/N shrugs, it’s not a big problem to her. “It’s alright. You’re here.” “Forever.” A voice rings through the speakers, announcing that the next train will arrive soon. “That’s me.” Y/N looks towards Chan, “You gonna miss me Channie?” “Not at all.” He pulls Y/N into a hug as she laughs at him, “I feel as if you are going to war.” Y/N pulls back from their hug, but stays close enough for Chan’s arms to remain around her waist. “School is not quite the same as a battle field.” “Either way, I will miss you just as much.”

Y/N has to look away from him when she feels her eyes water, “Hey, hey. Come here.” Chan wraps his arms around her from behind, swaying as they stand facing the horizon. Normally, Y/N would never allow Chan to display such affection in public, as it isn’t appropriate to do so. This time though, she lets it happen for both their sakes. “You know, one love the sunset when they are sad.” Y/N smiles upon hearing the reference. “Why is that?” “Many different reasons. Maybe because it marks the end, because it brings tomorrow just a little bit closer.” Chan rests his chin on Y/N’s head, “Or maybe it’s because the sky is beautiful at this time.”

They watch the sky until another train arrives. Y/N doesn’t have to say a word as she turns around just for Chan to bring her into a kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck and reaches up on her tiptoes as Chan bends down. It’s not even a deep kiss, but it conveys their feelings all the same.

Together they walk to the train and once onboard, Y/N quickly finds a seat next to the window and sticks her head out the open window. Chan waits just below and holds up his arm. Y/N reaches out and holds his hand. “I love you babydoll.” Is all he says before he places a kiss on the palm of her hand, the back and her ring finger, “I will be ready with a ring when you come back.” “Will you propose at the train station?” “The odds are not slim.” He gives another kiss. “I love you too.” Y/N says over the train engine, as they just are about to start moving. She is not close enough to see it, but a tear does fall from Chan’s eye.

The train moves very slowly at first, so Chan walks along with it and doesn’t let go of Y/N’s hand. Soon though Chan is forced to let go and Y/N assumes that he will stay still and let her pass, but he doesn’t. “What are you doing?” The question comes out as a laugh when Chan starts running along side the train. “A grand gesture!” He yells back, and runs until he can’t keep up anymore. Y/N waves as Chan disappears into the distance, before eventually sitting down in her seat. She cannot wait to be on this train again, with snow falling behind the windows and going the opposite direction.

“Chan dear, the last one if for you.” Y/N gestures to the final box under the Christmas tree. They sit together on the floor, along with their dog. A older mutt, used to be stray called bandit, “It’s fragile. So please be gentle.” “Ah, I hope it is nothing outrageous babydoll.” Chan smiles as he undos the perfectly tied ribbon on the box before he takes off the lid. “You didn’t doll.” Chan laughs as he reaches to grab what’s inside the box. “Oh but I did.” Chan lifts a small, King Charles Spaniel puppy out of the box. She squirms as Chan looks at her. A little red bandana is tied around her neck, ‘Berry’ sewed into the fabric in white. Chan brings the puppy closer to his face and allows her to give him plenty of face kisses. Bandit makes sure to get closer too, sniffing at the new family addition.

“I love you.You are the best wife a man could have, you know that?” Chan asks as puts Berry in his lap to lean over and kiss Y/N’s lips, before grabbing her hand and kissing the ring on her finger. One he gave to her three years ago. “I love you too, and of course I am.” The puppy crawls out of Chan’s lap and over to the woman, who allows Berry to rest on her leg with her head on her stomach. She makes sure to pet the older dog too, since like Chan, he tends to be a little jealous at times as well. “You’re not going to be the only lady of the house anymore.” Chan smiles and rubs the puppy’s ear.

“Oh we may overpower you soon.” Y/N laughs and gestures to her stomach, “We are still unsure as to what we will get.” “Ah, but I’m sure he will be a boy.” Chan places his hand on his wife’s belly. He quickly leans down and gives her belly a kiss before straightening up and kissing his wife properly.

“You cannot possibly know that.” “I have a feeling.” “And if she ends up being a girl?” “Then I will love her just as much.”

[cjsoleil]

Straight from the Tortured Poets Department (Bang Chan x Reader)

Summary: It’s 1964 and Chan is well aware of his place in the world, and it is not with some upper class girl who’s way out of his league. That doesn’t stop either of them from falling in love.

Authors note: Sorry I haven’t updated for so long, I hope that this will make up for it. This is part one of a two part story. No warnings for this one, but part two will have smut. Anyways, get ready for some poetry, Taylor Swift references and overuse of the word babydoll. (Unrelated but Ateez Golden Hour is so so so amazing, I’m obsessed)

Update: here is part two

“Rich folk.” The man comments as he walks around the rich part of town. Looking around at the pillers of houses and multiple cars in the driveway, he whistles, “With a fence around every tree.” He kicks the metal bars around a tree lightly, the sound startling a few birds. He doesn’t end up in this neighborhood that often, but sometimes he zones out during his walks and finds himself here. That, or he is too busy running away from an angry shopkeeper or a policeman to focus on where he is going. He’s about to turn around to make his way back to town as he’s not welcomed by the upper class, but a little something catches his eye first. ‘I guess I can take a detour.’

Laying with her back on the soft grass of her backyard, Y/N takes in the warmth of the sun. Much more pleasant than the blinding white light of the hospital. After a long year, she finally got to come back to her home after exam season. It’s the very first beginning of May and she will not have to go back to school until September. She is happy to be back home, she lives in a more upscale neighborhood and is oftentimes left by her lonesome as her parents work all day. It doesn’t bother her. Her neighbors, Jongho and Seungmin, pay her visits frequently. They’re sweet and younger than her by some years. She answered all their questions about school, how long she would be back and whatever else they wanted to know.

The light breeze makes the wind chimes let out a lovely tune and she sighs. Nothing could ruin the serenity that she has built for herself.

Well, maybe it would be if she noticed that she was being watched. The metal fence surrounding the backyard is small, only reaching Chan’s hip. He admires the girl, viewing her as Persephone in her garden. It nearly feels criminal for him to even look at her. For a moment, he considers speaking to her but forces himself to take a step back instead. It nearly hurts him physically. Looking at her house, he sighs before leaving the neighborhood he is unwelcomed in. He’ll have to leave properly meeting her up to the cosmos.

Taking a nice walk is one of Y/N’s favourite ways to pass the time. She will walk to town and visit the bakery, florist and the pet store. The girl has always wanted a dog and oftentimes leaves food and water dishes out for the strays. Unfortunately, not many people are as caring as her. Hearing a crashing sound coming from the alley she is walking past, Y/N peers over and sees a few men her age throwing rocks and trash at a dog.

“Excuse me!” She announces herself with a steady voice. Once the men face her though, her sudden bravery disappears, “Um.. please don’t do such things…” her voice trails off and she shrinks into herself as their gazes become predatory. At least the dog ran off at this point.

“Well, aren’t you pretty broad?” One guy steps forward into her personal space, “I can tell we will have a good time.”

While Y/N can be stupid, she is smart enough to not stay around to figure out what he means. Within two seconds she is running down the street. Dreadfully, she can hear footsteps close behind. After running long enough to feel the burn in her legs, she reached a dead end in some alley. With nowhere else to turn, Y/N presses her back to the brick wall trapping her. Heart racing, she stares wide eyed as the men creep closer to her.

“Now, that’s no way to treat a lady.” The man closest to Y/N turns around, and is instantly punched by the new person to appear. Y/N watches the stranger as he beats the three men that chased her. She is not used to seeing much violence, but the way the stranger moves reminds her of a dance. Almost organized although chaotic. And he’s so handsome. His jawline is sharp and his biceps bulge in the confinement of his leather jacket. His clothes are dirty and his onyx hair is messy, but she finds it adds to her attraction to him. Oh, god forbid her father learns about her thoughts. After a few minutes, the stranger allows the bloody men to retreat, watching with a threatening gaze as they leave. When he faces the girl, it’s like the flame has been doused, as he looks softly at her.

“You alright, babydoll?” Ignoring the blush that comes from the nickname, Y/N nods. “I-yes. Yes I am, thank you. Are you?” Stepping closer to him, she notices his knuckles are bleeding. Without a second thought she grabs his hand and examines it, “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s nothing.”

“No it’s not. You’re bleeding because of me. Allow me to take care of you.” Guilt overcomes Y/N. Even with the knowledge that he must have been a number of fights to be able to handle himself so well.

“Doll, it’s fine. I can’t feel a thing.”

“I insist.” She is firm on her stance and starts to walk out of the alleyway, “Come along now.” And like a loyal dog, the man follows. She leads them to a little store that Chan has never stepped foot into, which is a good thing. He would hate to be recognized by a shopkeeper and be called a criminal in front of a girl he will soon be going out with. It’s weird, Chan has never felt an instant pull like this towards anything. Such a strong feeling of need. He felt it the first time he saw her and it only becomes more intense with every word she says.

When she’s buying the bandages, he is bashful. Keeping his head down as the girl thanks the cashier. Afterwards, she leads him to a empty bench nearby. All while Chan ensures that he is along the outside of the sidewalk.

“So what’s your name?” Y/N asks as she starts to wrap his right hand. He completely forgot he never introduced himself.

“Chan.”

“I’m Y/N.” She finishes bandaging his hand but doesn’t bother wrapping up the other one since it was barely bleeding. Chan flexes his right hand, “You did this really well.”

“I would hope so. I'm a nursing student.” Y/N laughs, “I’m here on my break for a few months, but I go to school towns away.” She lets go of him and Chan hums a melodic sound. “So you’re smart aren’t you?” He smiles, crossing his arms, “Too smart to be wasting time with a guy like me.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Chan simply shakes his head with a smile, standing up and offering his arm to the girl. Y/N grasps the crook of his elbow and he leads them out to the sidewalk.

“Nothing.” The man looks up at the sky. It's only mid afternoon and bright outside. He’s surprised Y/N nearly got attacked in daylight, “Just- if I were to ask you to waste your day with me, would you say yes?” She smiles, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“As a matter of fact, I would. But what would we do?” Chan stands up, wearing a handsome grin on his face.

“Go on a little adventure. You in?” He holds out his hand to her and it only takes a second for Y/N to take it.

They end up wandering through a park, Y/N admiring the flowers as Chan admires her. Y/N has gotten a closer look at Chan and noticed that his clothes are stained and he has a few light scars on his hands and a faded one on his neck. She wonders how many fights Chan has got in, he doesn’t seem like a very violent person. Even when he was beating up those men. Chan is older than Y/N by a few years, him being twenty five and her twenty. He does many odd job, but works as a bartender. Chan refrained from telling her he makes shit from it since he lives above the bar for next to nothing.

“So Chan, is there any reason you asked me to spend the day with you?” She’s holding onto Chan’s arm with one of her hands, unconsciously rubbing her fingertips on the creases of his leather jacket.

“There is.” The man leads them towards a water fountain and they sit down on the edge, “I wander and strain to hear the movement of the stars above our encounter and what if you are to be my fate..” Chan finishes the verse with a smile, “The Encounter by Vladimir Nabokov.” Y/N is left in a state of bewilderment from Chan’s words.

“I did not take you as the type to know, well, any poetry.” Letting out an awkward laugh, Y/N looks down at her Mary Jane’s. Chan isn’t offended, he is rough around the edges and appears much more feral than he is.

“I always have. The poem was written for Nabokov’s wife hours after he met her.” He lifts Y/N’s head up with a gentle hold on her chin, “Maybe you are to be my fate. I think so. ” Y/N doesn’t notice that he said that as if he’s seen her before today.

“Why is that?” The girl smiles softly and Chan pulls away from her, dipping his hand in the fountain.

“I am heaven strucked.” He said the words so quietly, Y/N didn’t even hear them. And before Y/N can question him more, Chan lifts his unbandaged hand and flicks water on her. He laughs when he sees her flinch.

“Rude.” Forming a cup with her hands, she scoops up some water and quickly pours it on Chan’s head. To retaliate, Chan splashes her and Y/N shouts slightly as she stands, grabbing the attention of a few others at the park. The man pays them no mind as gets up.

“Let’s get outta here doll. I think I saw a candy shop nearby.”

And that continues throughout the week. Y/N will run into Chan while she is out and about and they will go do something together. Chan walks her home since her parents are out of town for a month. Not that Y/N is ashamed of Chan being her friend, but her parents are rather protective. Especially when it comes to boys. It explains why she has never been on a date before. Chan found it funny when she told him that.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing babydoll?”

“No, we have to be a couple to be dating.” He leaned closer to her at that moment, the corner of his lips curved up in a smirk, “And what would I have to do to make that happen?” After watching her struggle for a few moments, he placed a quick kiss on her cheek.

“You’d have to meet my parents.” Y/N finally answered and Chan’s smile had faltered. Y/N didn’t know that it was because Chan believed that he would not be approved of.

“Hello Channie.” Y/N greets the man with a grin on her face, resting her hand on the doorframe of the front door.

“Hey pretty girl.” Chan reaches out and twirls a stray lock of hair around his finger, “I like your hair up. You should style it like this more.” Y/N makes sure to remember that.

“What are you doing here?”

“We’re going to that old movie you mentioned yesterday.”

“Old yeller? You’ll really go with me.” He shrugs.

“ As long as you’re happy, doll.” Y/N blushes. He has to stop saying things like that before she completely burns up. She looks past Chan’s shoulder and sees a car. A white thunderbird.

“I borrowed it from a friend.” It was easy to convince Changbin to lend him the car. He simply explained he needed it for a pretty dame.“Ah okay.” She steps out, closing and locking the door behind her, “I will enjoying seeing you cry.” “I’m not going to cry.” Chan opens the passenger door for her.

“You are.”

“Told you.” “Shut up.” Y/N grins and leans across the console, wiping Chan’s tears. “How are you fine?” Y/N shrugs.

“I read the book, so I was prepared. Don’t worry, I was much more of a wreck than you are now.” She tries to place a firm kiss on his cheek but he moves his head, so she ends up kissing the corner of his lips. After pulling away she bashfully looks out the window and avoids eye contact.

“I’d love to have a dog.” Chan says out of nowhere, “As long as I didn’t have to kill ‘em like in the movie.” He shivers at the thought, “I have a name picked out and everything.”

“Oh really, what is it?”

“Berry.” He fakes an offended expression when Y/N laughs, “ What? It works for a boy or girl.”“No, it’s cute.” The next movie of the night starts but neither of them care to pay attention, “So a dog named Berry. What else do you see in your future?”

“You.” His answer is instant, and Y/N’s face turns red. The air in the thunderbird becomes thicker and she just noticed how close Chan really is to her.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He hesitates for a moment, but leans closer to her. Eyes closed, Y/N feels Chan’s lips barely brush against hers. Her mouth parts and just as Chan is about to kiss her, a scream makes both of them jump. It’s only one of the characters on the screen but the moment is already ruined.

“Hey I’m- I’m gonna go grab a soda. Be right back.”

“Wait.” He shoved a five dollar bill in her hands. Much more than enough

“Thank you.” She quickly gets out of the car. Groaning, he rests his head on the steering wheel. It’s not like him to be so down bad for someone, but he’s starting to feel like he might as well just die if he doesn’t have the girl.

“Fuck.”

Y/N actually did want something to drink so it’s not like she was lying. She got a coke for Chan too. Hopefully the rest of the night won’t be awkward. Just as she is about to leave, she hears someone call her name.

“Y/N? That you?” Turning around, she sees San, a boy she went to go to high school with.

“San!” She exclaims, giving him a hug the best she can with her hands occupied, “Lovely seeing you, how’s school?”

“Going good. You?”

“It’s just fine.” He looks down at the two cups in her hands.

“Now, who are you here with?” Y/N has always admired how straight forward he is.

“My friend.”

“Who, someone from school?”

“No no.” San suddenly smirks, making her confused, “Why are you-“

“Hello baby.”

Arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist, she feels herself being pulled against a man’s chest. Blood rushes to her face and San doesn’t have to speak for her to know he’s teasing her. She’s so embarrassed she barely registers Chan taking one of the cup’s from her hand.

“Hey man.” San greets, a knowing glint in his eye, “Miss.Y/N here was just telling me about you. Choi San.”

“Chan.” He sounds pleasant, but Y/N can feel the tension in the older man’s chest, “How do you know my girl?”

My girl. The words echo in Y/N’s ears. Her heart flutters at the meer thought of being Chan’s.

“We- we went to school together.” Y/N says softly as Chan rubs his thumb just above the waist line of her skirt.

“It’s cool Chan.” San smiles, “I’m not into your lady like that. Just friends. I’ll see you around Y/N, let’s catch up sometime.”

“Of course.” San walks away and Chan holds Y/N’s free hand with his own.

“Let’s go.” He starts to lead her outside.

“Were you nervous around San?” Y/N asks him, earning a confused glance from Chan, “You were all tensed up.” Shaking his head, he grins.“No. Not that.” Y/N thinks about it for another second, before she grins. “You were jealous weren’t you?” He laughs, “What, you were getting ready to beat the man?”

“Only if he touched you again.” Y/N tsks as the get inside the car.

“We’re old friends. Besides, you shouldn’t be so quick to pick a fight.” She grabs Chan’s hand and lifts it while resting her elbow on the middle console, “Look at these scars. That’s all fighting is gonna get you. You’re gonna break something.”

“Isn’t that why I have you, Nurse Y/N? To fix me?” She sighs, putting down their arms.

“I will try my best too.” Chan reaches over and cups the nape of her neck.

“You’ve been doing pretty good so far.” He doesn’t elaborate on how she makes him want to better himself. Become someone worthy of her time.

If Y/N heard his thoughts, she would be quick to deny. Chan does not have to change in any way.

When the movie ends, Chan drives Y/N back to her house. He walks her to the door, but the girl doesn’t make a move to go inside. She faces Chan and grabs one of his hands.

“So.” She starts, face heating up, “Am I your girl?” Chan seems confused fora second, before he lets out a small laugh.

“Yeah babydoll.” Placing his hands on her waist, he pulls her closer to him, “As long as I’m your man.” Instead of answering with words, Y/N takes a tiny step forward. Hands on Chan’s shoulders, she leans up on her tiptoes.

“What about your parents?” Chan whispers, glancing at the house they’re infront of, “I thought you wanted me to meet them first.”

“I don’t care anymore.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, Y/N sighs, “I only want you, my dear.” The endearment makes Chan lose all sense of self control he had. He kisses her softly at first, to give her the feel of it. Odds are he’s her first kiss. The thought makes his hold on her waist tighten, as if she will fly away if he doesn’t.

Tilting his head, he deepens their kiss, running his tongue over her lower lip. Y/N could swear he moaned a bit. When Chan pulls away, Y/N sees that his face is flushed and he smiles shyly. Cute. Y/N steps away from the man and quickly unlocks the front door. Stepping inside, she turns to the other.

“Goodnight Chan.”

“Night doll.”

“Sorry this isn’t so fancy.” Chan apologizes to Y/N as she looks around the diner. As much as he would love to bring her to a nicer place, he simply can’t afford to.

“Oh it’s charming.” The diner is small and quaint. Very colourful too. The booth they sit at is baby blue and the stools at the front are bright red. The large windows give them a view outside. Specifically of a couple birds hopping around and looking for crumbs, “Just like you.” Getting Chan flustered is one of her favourite hobbies Y/N decided, much to Chan’s dismay. He lifts up the menu to cover his face, making her laugh.

Y/N takes a forkful off her cake, chocolate of course, and holds it across the table up to Chan’s lips. He instantly opens his mouth and takes the bite of the desert. It would normally be a little sweet for his tastes, but he has a newfound fondness for sweet things.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” He swallows and shakes his head.

“All good here.” He looks past Y/N’s shoulder, “Wait one sec.” Chan gets up and Y/N watches as he makes his way to the jukebox at the back wall. He flips through the records until he finally decides on one. Can’t help falling in love with you plays throughout the diner.

When he is infront of Y/N, he dramatically bows with one arm at his back, the other wrapped around his front.

“May I have this dance, Y/N?” She has to conceal a laugh at how serious he sounds. He barely ever uses her name, preferring to go for a nickname ever since they first met.

“Here?” Y/N looks around. The diner is mostly empty, but she still finds it embarrassing to do such things in public. When Chan urges her by holding out his hand, she takes the last bite of her cake before accepting it. Chan pulls her up and puts her hand on his shoulder, his own going to her waist. Their free hands are held up and linked. Chan starts to lead her into a dance.

“My my Channie, where did you learn to dance?”

“I picked up a few things throughout the years.” He spins her and when he brings Y/N back to him, she rests her head against his shoulder.

“Are you moving back here when you’re done school?” Chan asks after a few quiet moments. Y/N lifts her head and looks at him.

“I don’t really have any other choice.” Their swaying slowly now, not acknowledging the song change, “Everything is here. My house, my family, you.” She says the last word quietly. Chan pulls her closer to his chest and lets go of her hand to hold her waist.

“I’d follow you anywhere.” Y/N laughs at how outrageous he is.

“This is our first date.”

“First of many.” Chan rebutted and Y/N would be lying if she protested.

“You’re such a romantic, Chan dear.”

“I can be even more romantic.” He gestures to the door, “Let’s get out of here.”

Chan leads her to a somewhat small hill and holds her hand as they start walking up it. Once they get to the top, they sit down on the grass under a cherry blossom tree.

“I’ve been looking for a job.” Chan breaks the silence, leaning his head back against the trunk of the tree, bark slightly digging into his scalp.

“I thought you already had one.”

“I need a better one.” He sighs, “The one I have pays shi-“ He stops himself, “Now that I have you, it’s not enough anymore. It barely was to start with.” Y/N hums.

“I’m happy for you.” She thinks of his words for another second, confusion growing, “What do you mean ‘now that I have you’?”

“You’re mine, are you not?”

“You know that’s not what I mean.” Chan lifts his head and looks at her properly.

“Babydoll, as of now it’s my job to take care of you. Provide for you. I don’t want your life to be less than you deserve just because you chose to be with me-“

“Hold it.” Y/N slaps her hand against Chan’s mouth, “If you think I’ll be any less happy with you, you're truly mistaken. Money has nothing to do with that.” She moves her hand and Chan stares at her for a second, before he grins a boyish smile.

“Still. I don’t want to be jumping people for twenty bucks just so I can take you on a date.”

“You rob people?” It shouldn’t be surprising, but Chan’s personality doesn’t come off as someone who looks to fight. Chan looks amused though.

“I’m not a great person, doll.” Y/N thinks for a moment, not really minding if Chan steals or robs. It’s what some people have to do.

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyways.” Upon hearing the quote, Chan smiles. He leans over and kisses her cheek before wrapping his arm around her. “That would take too long.” Y/N leans her head down on his shoulder, “Besides, I’m leaving all that behind me.” Become as amazing as you are. He doesn’t say the words, but lets the thought linger. Chan would change himself a hundred times over to be what Y/N should have.

“Speaking of leaving…” Y/N starts, tugging at the bottom of Chan’s jacket, “I’m leaving town at the end of summer. You’ll- you’ll wait for me, won’t you?”

Chan doesn’t answer. He lifts Y/N’s head up and cups her face, bringing his head down to kiss her. It’s not nearly as soft as the first time, making both of them lose their breath.

“We already established you’re mine.” He whispers between kisses, “I’m yours.” He kisses her neck, making Y/N shiver from the unfamiliar contact, “I’d wait for years if I needed to. You’re my fate, remember?” Another kiss on her neck.

“Yeah.” A large hand is placed on her thigh as Chan starts to nip at her neck, free hand tangling into her hair. Suddenly, the chirping of nightingales and the sounds of crickets disappears and all there is, is Chan.

It’s not until his hand rides a little higher, does Y/N come back to reality. She flinches and grabs Chan’s hand, making him pull away. Before she can talk, Chan starts apologizing.

“I’m sorry.” “No it’s-“ “It’s not okay. It’s unacceptable. I’m sorry.” Silence fills the air around them for a few moments. Chan didn’t mean to get carried away. Y/N just makes him a little out of control, though that gives no excuse.

“I can help you. Look for a job, I mean.” Chan’s happy for any break of their awkward silence.

“Really?”

“Yeah. If that’s what you want.”

“Thanks babydoll.”

[cjsoleil]

As your personal prompt generator, could you write a mingi x yunho fic but high school au. You know,something cute. Based on your master list, I would like you to write it as slow as possible

Surprise! Sorry I took my sweet time on this, hope you like it my dear prompt generator <3

[cjsoleil]

We Can Tiptoe To The Moon (Yunho x Mingi)

Summary: With years of shared lunches, Mingi finds himself in love with his best friend. Now he just has to admit it.

Heart racing in his chest, breathing somewhat heavily, Yunho runs down the sidewalk. He’s running behind, so he has to practically sprint to get to the school on time. Thankfully, dancing has boosted his stamina and endurance, so the run isn’t as bad as it would have been years ago. Finally, when the school comes into sight he stops running. But he soon realizes something is off.

Everyday, Yunho goes to Mingi’s school and picks him up for lunch. Mingi is a slow eater and when Yunho learned that this led to the younger eating by himself a lot, he made it his purpose to ensure Mingi isn’t alone. Usually, Mingi waits for him at the same spot everyday. Near the front doors and next to a small flower garden. He’s impossible to miss, especially with his tall stature. Today though, the boy is nowhere in sight. He sends him a text message asking where he is but receives no response. It’s odd, usually Mingi will tell him if he wasn’t going to be at school. Yunho is a little late today, he had to help a teacher with an errand. So he had to run to Mingi’s school. Even so, being a little late wouldn’t cause Mingi to leave.

After going around the whole school, Yunho still couldn't find him. So he decides to go up to a few boys he knows Mingi is friendly with.

“Excuse me.” He announced his presence to the small group, “Hello, I was wondering if you knew if Mingi was here today?”

“Nope, didn’t see him.” One of the boy’s answers, and Yunho gets a sense of anxiety in his stomach. He nods before thanking them, leaving them to do whatever it is they were doing. Logically, Mingi is probably fine, but Yunho doesn’t really care about logic. He can’t help but worry.

‘Is he sick? Why wouldn't he tell me?’ When he sees Mingi still hasn’t answered him, it’s clear that only one thing will settle Yunho. That being seeing the younger alive and well with his own eyes.

There are no cars in Mingi’s driveway, indicating that he’s home alone. Luckily for Yunho, his house isn’t too far from his school. He already texted Mingi that he was on his way, but still didn’t get any answer. Not that he really expected one. First, he knocks on the door and after a few minutes decides to try his luck at opening it. To his surprise, the door is unlocked. Yunho doesn’t want to intrude, but he knows that nobody would mind. Mingi’s parents trust him.

He locks the door behind him and takes his time going upstairs, making sure to be quiet to avoid disturbing Mingi if he is asleep. The way to the younger’s bedroom is a familiar path, and he knows just where to step to avoid the squeaking floorboards. The door to his room is slightly open and peaking inside, Yunho sees Mingi laying peacefully on his bed. He looks so cute and younger than he already is, just like the day they first met. Yunho cringes at the sound the door makes when he opens it.

Mingi sometimes gets like this. When he feels like shit for seemingly no reason. It doesn’t happen too often, but when it does he is left with barely any will to really do anything. It’s the afternoon on a school and he’s only gotten out of his bed once. Suddenly he jerks upwards when he hears his door open, a harsh interruption of the cold silence in his bedroom.

“What-“

“It’s just me Min.” He looks at his friend standing near the bedroom door. Of course it’s Yunho, who else would it be.

“What the fuck Hyung.” He sighs and makes some room for the other to sit on his bed beside him, completely unbothered by the fact he was only wearing a pair of boxers, “Why are you here? Wait, how are you here?”

“Your door was unlocked.” Mingi stares at him, bewildered,

“Do you realize how creepy that is?” Yunho shrugs, “Why are you here again?”

“I called and texted, you didn’t answer. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Yunho leaves out the part where he wouldn’t be able to properly function if he didn’t make sure Mingi was okay. That the worry would eat up at him all day. Placing the back of his hand in Mingi’s forehead, he frowns.

“Are you sick? I’m sorry for waking you.”

“No.” Mingi shakes his head, looking towards the ceiling, “I’m not sick. I just… I don’t know. I didn’t feel like getting up. I already slept through my alarm so I didn’t see the point. Thanks for checking in though.” Yunho is always so attentive to Mingi. Ever since they first met, and it always makes his heart flutter in his chest in a way it shouldn’t around his best friend.

Yunho smiles sweetly and runs a hand through Mingi’s hair. He doesn’t resist the urge to lean into the touch,

“Do you want me to leave?” Mingi grabs his arm when he tries to pull away.

“No.” He tells him. Never. And Yunho doesn’t linger on the question, because it’s not like he wants to leave either.

“You haven’t gotten up today?” A nod, “Are you feeling better now at least?” It’s a stupid question, Yunho’s presence always makes him feel better. Just seeing his smile brings him happiness. He’s never admitted it though.

“Yeah.” The older boy pats Mingi’s thigh, and he can feel blood rush to his face at the feeling of Yunho’s hand on his bare thigh. Standing up, Yunho moves in front of a drawer. Mingi watches as her rifles through his clothes and only reacts when he feels a shirt hit his head.

“Get dressed, we’re going out.” He tilts his head, confused and Yunho elaborates as he grabs a pair of jeans, “As we always do Mingi. We’re going to go eat.”

“Stop throwing things at me.” The younger complains as more clothes are thrown at him,

“I can dress myself. Also, do you even have time? You will probably be late for your next class.” Yunho looks to Mingi with a grin, and Mingi tries to ignore the way his chest tightens at the sight,

“Hyung always has time for you, Mingi.”

Mingi got dressed, and the two walked to a barbecue restaurant with Yunho still clad in his school uniform.

“Did you remember your phone?”

“Yes hyung.” Mingi taps his jean pocket. The question is not surprising, Yunho asks him nearly every time they leave his house or the school if he remembered his phone or wallet. More often than not, the answer is no, “Which restaurant are we going to?”

“The new one that opened up.”

“Wait.” Mingi turns to Yunho, frowning slightly, “Isn’t that place supposed to be expensive?”

“Don’t worry about that. The meat is very high quality.” Mingi sighs but doesn’t argue more, Yunho has never been one to care about how much he spends on food.

They sit across from each other at a table, and as familiar it is, it feels different today. More intimate, as if they are a couple in a movie scene on a date. Maybe it’s the lighting of the room or the fact that not many people are there. Or maybe it’s Yunho’s hand holding his own resting on the table, thumb rubbing the back of Mingi’s hand.

“Mingi.” Yunho starts after they order, staring seriously at the younger, “Are you really okay?”

“Yeah hyung.” He reassures unconvincingly, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Mingi.” Yunho repeats, “Be honest with me. You don’t have to tell me anything more, but do not lie to me.” Sighing, he shifts his focus to not be under the older’s gaze.

“I’m nervous for my audition.” It’s partially the truth. Mingi is naturally nervous for his audition with KQ, but that’s not the real issue.

He can’t really tell Yunho his actual problem. How does one tell his best friend that he’s in love with him? Especially when both are trying to take a career path where they would never be allowed to date without ruining their image. Mingi doesn’t know when the playful flirting started to be more to him, or when he first wished that Yunho would linger his lips on his forehead a little longer. What he does know is that he’s tired of tiptoeing around his feelings.

“Hey, I’m nervous too.” Yunho says, sympathy dripping from his voice as he reaches over and Mingi’s hand on the table. “But if it’s meant to be, it will happen. Everything will be fine.” Not the mentality Mingi would normally have on such a life altering thing, but he trusts Yunho.

Their food comes, and Mingi wonders how lost in thought he could have been because he did not recall Yunho ordering this much food.

“Hyung!” He exclaims, seeing the plates of meat and side dishes, “This is so much!”

“I know.” Yunho laughs, “But it looks good right.”

It does. The smell alone is making his mouth water and his sudden hunger reminds him he hasn’t eaten all day. Yunho pushes his glass of coke towards the younger and despite not even liking the drink, Mingi takes a sip anyways. Because it’s Yunho. And it’s the best Mingi has felt in weeks. When the bill comes, Yunho takes it before Mingi can even reach to grab it.

“I got it.” Mingi doesn’t fight, knowing Yunho is stubborn about things like this. By now, Yunho is definitely very late for his class, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He walks with Mingi back to his house. During which, Mingi can’t help but feel a sense of guilt for lying to his friend. Right after he was told not to lie. Mingi loves Yunho, he isn’t complete without him. As if they share one soul. So he obviously doesn’t want to make things between them weird or worst case, ruin their friendship entirely, for a relationship that would be nearly impossible to maintain if they do end up becoming idols.

But at the same time, he can’t continue keeping such a secret from his closest friend.

They reach Mingi’s house, but Mingi doesn’t make a move to go inside.

“Yunho.” He hums in acknowledgment, looking over at the younger, “Something else is bothering me.” He doesn’t speak, waiting for Mingi to say more, “I’m worried about the audition, but I’m also worried about you. Us.”

“What do you mean?”

“I- you’re my best friend hyung. I don’t want things to change or be messed up-“

“Hey hey.” Yunho moves forward and wraps Mingi up in a hug, pushing his head to rest on his shoulder, “You’re not making sense Mingi. You’re my closest friend, there’s nothing you can do to mess things up.” Mingi doesn’t feel that reassured, even after Yunho places a gentle kiss on his temple.

‘Just be honest.’ He thinks as he pulls away.

“Yunho I think I- no I do-“ The gears in Mingi’s brain try to find the words to say but fail. A simple ‘I love you’ will not do it, not when they already say those words to each other all the time.

“What?” Yunho questions again, and Mingi moves without any thought.

When Mingi fantasized about his first kiss, he always pictured it with Yunho. It would be in a private setting, maybe one of their rooms. They would take their time and it would be like everything stopped, just for a moment. Yunho would hold his waist and he would hold his face. More than anything, Mingi would be in love with Yunho and Yunho would be in love with him. This is nothing like that. It’s rushed, just long enough to be considered more than a peck. Yunho is frozen still with his eyes wide open and Mingi’s hands are grasping the collar of his blazer. Mingi pulls away after a few seconds to see Yunho staring wide eyed at him, lips parted.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” He takes a few steps back, “Forget that happened.” He runs inside his house without giving a proper goodbye, missing the way Yunho brings the tips of his fingers to his lips and smiles.

The next day when they go to lunch, Yunho doesn’t mention the kiss so Mingi doesn’t either. Everything is normal, which is exactly what Mingi wanted. He doesn’t understand why he’s upset about Yunho’s lack of acknowledgement. The night before both their auditions comes up, and they were on a call where they simply wished each other good luck. That’s all it was supposed to be, but Mingi needs more than luck. He needs relief.

“”Hyung.” Mingi starts as he leans back on his bed. He can feel his breath start to get faster and he swallows.

“Mingi.” He can hear the smile in Yunho’s voice.

“I love you.”

“I love you too-“

“No.” Mingi takes a deep breath in. Yunho probably ignored their kiss for a reason, but he has to get this off his chest properly. Kissing Yunho and literally running away was cowardly,

“No Hyung. You’re my best friend, my destined partner and so much more.” A shaky inhale, “I kissed you because I am in love with you.” He talks quick, refusing to hear any response from Yunho, “I should have brought it up at a better time, but I had to tell you. Don’t give me a response, we can talk about it later if you want and otherwise, we won’t at all. Good luck at your audition hyung. You will do great.” He waits a second before hanging up, dropping his phone on the bed and burying his face in his pillow. If he didn’t fuck up their friendship before, he certainly has now.

Mingi is prepared for his audition. He’s practiced a lot the night before, his one sided conversation with Yunho left him unable to go to sleep for a while. He’s already at the company, just waiting for his turn as he plays a mindless game on his phone. He hopes Yunho is doing well, and that he didn’t cause any additional stress to him. It was stupid to admit his feelings over a phone call, the night before an extremely important audition at that.

“Oh my god, Mingi?” A voice cuts through the air like a knife, making him deaf to all background noise.

“Hyung?” He utters with shock laced in his voice and he watches Yunho smile, pulling him into a quick hug, “I didn’t know you were auditioning here too!” Yunho laughs as they break apart, keeping his arm thrown over Mingi’s shoulder.

“Neither did I! You never mentioned it.”

“You didn’t either.” The two laugh and talk for a while, and Mingi realizes he hasn’t ruined anything. Suddenly Yunho grabs his shoulder, smile still present but with a more serious air around him.

“Let’s head outside for a minute.”

“What if we miss-“

“It’ll be quick.” Yunho urges Mingi to leave the room with him and leads them to the closest bathroom. The older boy locks the door behind them.

“What are you-“ Yunho pulls Mingi to him by the waist, tilts his head and kisses Mingi properly. Mingi instinctively cups Yunho’s face and melts into his hold. Its completely different from their first quick, better, properly reciprocated and romantic. Again though, the setting could be better.

When they separate, Yunho rests his forehead on Mingi’s.

“I’m in love with you too.” He whispers to the younger, a sincere expression on his face, “I’m sorry I let you think otherwise for so long.” Mingi grins, tears filling his eyes but they don’t fall,

“I didn’t mention our first kiss because I was waiting for you to open up first. I thought you didn’t want to talk about it and considered it a mistake.” Thinking back, Mingi did tell Yunho to forget about it.

“Don’t apologize.” Mingi takes a small step away, still in Yunho’s arms, “I’m the one who didn’t let you talk. Twice.” He feels Yunho laugh a little, and Mingi pecks his lips.

“So you’re my boyfriend now.” Yunho states, amusement in his voice. His smile falters though, when he sees the uncertainty in Mingi’s eyes, “What is it? Do you not want-“

“No!” Mingi exclaims, “I want to be yours. More than anything. I’m just a little worried.”

“About us?”

“How can we have a relationship if we become idols?” The older boy smiles, grabbing Mingi’s hand.

“We’ll make it work.” And Mingi is overcome with the feeling that Yunho must be right.

“Hyung, Mingi and Yunho are being gross again!”

“Stop yelling Wooyoung!” Seonghwa’s voice shuts the other boy up. Yunho and Mingi break apart their kiss when they see their oldest band member walk in from the kitchen.

“Okay, who did I tell to get groceries and who forgot to get them?” Hongjoong, who’s sitting on the floor, raises his hand slowly, and Seonghwa hits him on the head, “Great. You can pay for dinner since I don’t have anything to cook with.” The captain groans as the younger members cheer. Most of the members go to their rooms to get ready to leave, but Yunho and Mingi stay at their spot.

“Are you guys coming?” Yeosang questions them with a knowing smile.

“We’re good.” Mingi responds, feeling Yunho caress his thigh.

“Don’t defile our couch.” San comments as he walks into the room, Jongho trailing behind him.

“Not everyone is like you Hyung.” The maknae snarks, pretending to shiver.

“Just go.” Yunho laughs, a faint hint of blush on his cheeks.

“I think we might have a few ramen packets in the cupboard if you get hungry.”

“Thanks Seonghwa Hyung.” Yunho says and waves goodbye to the group as they walk out the door.

The door shuts and Yunho’s smile becomes mischievous and Mingi is barely caught the dangerous glint in his eye before he is pushed and pinned on the couch by Yunho’s hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t want ramen.” The younger teases. Yunho cups the back of his head before kissing him, biting his lower lip and forcing the kiss to be deeper. When Yunho pulls away, he licks his lips. As if savoring Mingi’s taste. Humming, he presses his lips against his partner’s jaw.

“I want you instead.” He harshly presses his mouth to Mingi’s, making the younger squeal.

It’s safe to say they made it work.

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Taking My Time On My Ride (Changbin x Reader)

Summary: Neither Changbin or Y/N thought they would meet their soulmates on a roller coaster, but they’re glad they did.

Authors note: This short work is inspired by my friend’s love for Changbin, my fear of roller coasters and that one skz code episode. @bbchangbinnie24

When Wooyoung suggested that Yeonjun and him should go to an amusement park together, Changbin thought nothing of it. Spending time with the two boys is fun. All until Yeonjun pointed towards the biggest roller coaster at the park.

“Yeah let’s go.” Wooyoung agrees enthusiastically and Yeonjun looks to the other with them.

“Will you be okay Changbin?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” The two stare at him.

“Oh I don’t know.” Wooyoung shrugs, “Maybe because you get scared.”

“I do not.” He protested, shaking his head. He isn’t scared, he just doesn’t love roller coasters.

“Right.” Yeonjun says, “Let’s get in line then.” Changbin was most definitely not dreading going on the ride.

‘I hate them.’ Y/N thinks as she sits down in the seat in front of her friends. She’s with two other people, and each seat of the roller coaster only fits two people. Unfortunately, she’s the one left alone.

“Sorry Y/N.” The girl doesn’t turn around, but does hold up her middle finger to the two. They only laugh in response. How dare they leave her by herself when she didn’t even want to go on the ride in the first place. More people are loaded onto the ride, and Y/N isn’t surprised when someone is told to sit next to her.

What is surprising is how gorgeous the man who’s sitting next to her is. He has super muscular arms, and a cute soft face to contrast. Really, the best looking person she’s ever been physically close to.

Catching her staring, he smiles at her.

“Hi.” He says and her eyes widen.

“Hi.” Y/N looks away for a few seconds before she starts to speak, “Let me guess, odd one out?”

“Yep.” The man laughs, and gestures to the cart in front of them.

“Me too.” And Y/N changed her mind, she loves her friends for leaving her by herself.

“Just so you know, I’m terrified. So sorry in advance if I scream so loud it deafens you.” The man grins at her.

“I won’t be much better. Why are you here if you're terrified?”

“My friends paid me to not be a coward.”

“Good reason.” The bar that keeps them secure is brought down, signaling the ride will start soon.

Unconsciously, Y/N wraps her arm around the man’s muscular one before realizing what she’s even doing.

“Oh- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He lifts and playfully flexes his arm, “Hold onto me.”

“Really?”

“If it brings you any comfort, go for it.” Y/N smiles and wraps her arm back around the man’s. She feels him flex against her arm.

“I got you.” Before she can respond, the ride starts to move. Both of them grab onto the bar tightly as they start to move across the track.

‘Oh my god oh my god-‘ Y/N repeats in her mind as they start to go up. The part she’s been dreading, a drop. ‘I’m gonna die, die next to a pretty man who I don’t know the name of.’

“My name’s Changbin.” The man next to her shouts, making Y/N jerk her head towards him.

“Fuck I said that outloud!” She exclaims and speaks so fast Changbin just barely made it out, “Hi Changbin, My name is Y/N. Nice to-“ her words are cut off with both their screams as they go off the edge of the tallest part of the ride. She almost doesn’t register the feeling of Changbin’s arm tightening around her own.

“I hate this!” He yells next to her as the ride slows down slightly, “I hate this!” She turns to look at him and sees a few tears streaming down his face. If she was less petrified, it would have been funny to see such a strong guy cry because of a rollercoaster.

“Oh you’re crying.” She tells him, gasping for air.

“You are too.” The ride starts to speed up again and they both scream, “I can’t do this!”

When the ride is finally over, the two are quick to get out and onto the ground again. Both have seemingly forgotten about the existence of their friends.

“That was horrible.” Y/N pants out, looking at Changbin. He’s shorter than she thought he would be. ‘Cute’ she thinks as she wipes the tears off her face.

“Wasn’t even scary.” Changbin comments as he wipes his own.

“Oh yeah, you were really stoic out there. With the screaming and crying.” She gestures to her arm, “I think you squeezed me so tightly I bruised.”

“I’m sorry-“

“No no, I’m just kidding.” Y/N looks away from him for a second, blood rushing to her face, “Thank you, for letting me know hold onto you. And keeping me company.” The man smiles sweetly and hesitantly lifts his hand. When he sees Y/N nod slightly, he pats her hair down, fixing it.

“No problem.” Changbin smiles, “You’re pretty too.”

“What?” Y/N feels her face get warmer, to the tips of her ears.

“On the ride, you said I was pretty. You’re very pretty too.” He says bashfully, looking over to the side and seeing Yeonjun and Wooyoung staring at him.

“I should probably-“ “Do you want to-“ They start at the same time before stopping.

“You go first.” Changbin insists.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to get, um, ice cream or something with me? But you go with your friends.” The man hums.

“You said you're here with your friends too. They won’t mind me stealing you away?” The girl looks to her friends, seeing them staring at her and making shooing motions.

“…Trust me. Me being with a guy is probably the most entertaining thing that’s happened all month for them.” She looks back at Changbin, “Will yours?”

“Please. They’d be mad if I didn’t go with a pretty girl.” He winks, “You said ice cream?”

“Ah yes. The way to a man’s heart is the stomach. We can go on a ride that’s more our speed too. Carousel?”

“Sure. You want to hold my arm again?” He teases, and she’d be lying if she said no.

“Maybe later.”

Exactly three years later, the two find themselves at the same park. On the same ride where they met, waiting to move.

“Are you going to cry again, Binnie?”

“That never happened. I can distinctly remember you sobbing and hugging my arm like a stuffed animal though.” Y/N flicks his cheek and kisses it after he whines.

“Liar.” The bar is brought down and Y/N taps her fingers on it.

“We haven’t been here in a while. Think it will be less horrible.” Changbin nods, grabbing her hand.

“Yeah. We have grown and this ride will not scare us. Not that it was scary the first time.”

“Oh okay tough guy.” Y/N laughs and lets go of his hand, “You’ll let me hold onto you?”

“Anytime babe.”

“Oh my god no!” Y/N screams as they speed up.

“It’s worse, how is it worse!” Changbin yells.

“Bin if i die know i love you!”

“I love you too!” It isn’t until the ride slows for the cart to go up. Changbin takes a deep breath in before saying,

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” Changbin gulps and she looks to see the tears in his eyes.

“I knew you would cry-“

“Will you marry me?” Y/N eyes widen.

“What-“ They go over the edge, and they both scream out.

“What!”

“Marry me Y/N!” Changbin yells again as they speed up, “Be my wife!”

“Yes!” Y/N cries out right before the ride slows down. In a minute the get off and on the ground Changbin kisses her harshly before pulling away and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Seriously? You’ll marry me?”

“Of course I will. I love you more than anything. ” Y/N hugs Changbin close.

“I love you too. I’m so happy.” He cups her face, wiping the tears on her face, “Sorry, it wasn’t that romantic. I didn’t plan on proposing like that. I was going to do it at home, at the end of the day. But I guess I couldn’t wait”

“Wasn’t romantic?” Y/N repeats tilting her head, “We met on this ride years ago today. It’s where our relationship started. Sounds romantic to me. Not traditional, sure, but I like being unique.” Y/N leans forward and kisses the man’s lips softly, then his slightly damp cheek.

“Tears of happiness right?” Changbin scoffs.

“Why else would I be crying?” Y/N laughs, and pats his face lovingly.

“No other reason. Let’s go home, celebrate our engagement.“ She feels giddy just saying the word.

“Actually I kind of want to go on the ride again.” He jokes, but doesn’t laugh when he sees the expression Y/N is making.

“Really?” She leans in, whispering in Changbin’s ear, “Because I know a ride I would rather go on.” She taps her index finger against his bottom lip, and it makes his heart beat even faster than it was on the actual roller coaster.”

“Let’s go!” Changbin exclaims and Y/N grabs his arm so he can pull his fiancé along.

“Should we get married here too?” He teases, and his laugh could probably be heard from across the country when she frantically shakes her head.

“God no.”

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Masterlist

Ateez:

Got lovesick all over my bed (Seonghwa x Hongjoong) MDNI

My performance for you has no end (San x Wooyoung). MDNI

We can tiptoe to the moon (Yunho x Mingi) Fluff

You’re my angel baby (Mingi x reader). Fluff

Stray Kids:

My love that I’m giving you don’t buy, so I hide (Han x Minho). MDNI

Fallen like stars and raindrops (Seungmin x reader). Fluff (slight smut)

Love that I like you (Seungmin x reader) Fluff

You make this Christmas red and white (Seungmin x reader) fluff

You’re my destiny (Seungmin x reader) Fluff

Taking my time on my ride (Changbin x reader) Fluff

Straight from the tortured poets department (Bang Chan x reader) Pt 1 Fluff Pt 2 smut

Don’t you care about the casualties (Bang Chan x reader) smut

I’m happy to take requests, but nothing very weird. If you think it’s weird it probably is. I like writing cute stuff, but I’m okay with most things. No promises that I can write them, but I will try my best to. I only write for Ateez and Stray Kids.

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Fallen Like Stars and Raindrops (Seungmin x Reader)

Summary: Seungmin is the baseball star at their university and his girlfriend loves him more than anything, even though she doesn’t like the sport.

Warnings: Smut

Authors note: So I wrote this just because there are a lot of works that perceive Seungmin as more mean, which is fine, but I wanted to write him being soft and sweet with a lot of fluff. Enjoy.

Baseball is one of the most boring sports in the world. Well, for Y/N, all sports are boring, but especially baseball. When she tells people this, they always ask the same question.

“How could you say that?”

Their shock is understandable, she is dating the star baseball player at their university. Y/N responds with,

“Watching baseball is boring. Watching Seungmin play baseball is not. It’s an entirely different thing.” It doesn’t make much sense, but watching Seungmin play baseball is really just watching him do something he loves. If Seungmin loved to watch paint dry, Y/N would be right beside him, enjoying herself as the glisten of the walls disappeared.

Despite not loving the sport, Y/N loves going to all of Seungmin’s games. Loves how happy he is, loves the way he looks for his girl in the crowd, clad in his old jersey that is too big for her with his number 07 on the back. Seungmin grins at her and she rolls her eyes with a smile. Seungmin always looks for her after a good pitch or when he returns to home base. Like a dog looking to his owner for praise. Y/N holds up her camera, taking a picture before blowing a kiss and waving him off.

At the end of the game and after Seungmin finishes changing, he runs back out to meet up with Y/N. He will either hug her quickly, since neither of them love public affection, and tell her that he and the team are going out to celebrate their win. He’ll invite her to come and maybe she will, depending on her mood. Or he will choose to ditch the team to hang out with her instead, not that they mind. Today it’s the latter.

“Next time you drive.” Y/N comments from behind the wheel of her car, “You only learn by practicing, baby.” She’s been teaching Seungmin to drive. He hates driving, but she insists it’s a necessary skill. Her hand lays on top of Seungmin’s on the stick shift. It’s for muscle memory she tells him, when they both know she really just wants to hold his hand.

“So you had a good game? I saw you won.” Seungmin nods.

“Yeah.” He shifts in his seat, “I kind of wish it lasted longer.”

“Still full of energy?” He hums in agreement. Seungmin is a person who is very calm, but can be very restless at times. Y/N taps her fingers on the wheel a few times as an idea pops into her head.

“I know a way to help you with that.”

Y/N is not athletic. She does not play sports, she doesn’t like sports. Despite this, she finds herself in this situation a lot.

“Come here, pretty lady.” Seungmin smiles and gestures for his girlfriend to come to him with his hand. When she gets close enough, he wraps his arms around her waist from behind. They’re at an empty park, throwing around a baseball. It was Y/N’s idea, Seungmin loves playing with her. She knows because she asked him a while back,

“Baby, you’re my favourite person to play with.”

“What a sweetheart, but you don’t have to lie.” He smacked the back of her head very lightly.

“Don’t be a brat.”

Y/N will always let Seungmin teach her how to throw or to use a bat for the hundredth time. It makes him happy, never frustrated or even annoyed no matter how many times he needs to show her how to do something.

Seungmin places a firm kiss on her cheek.

“Like this.” He uses his foot to move her legs apart slightly and puts her into a good throwing position, “You’re getting better, but you need more power to your throws.” He holds her hand with the ball and imitates the motion of throwing it multiple times.

“You don’t need to make excuses to get your hands on me Min.” She teases, tilting her head up to look at him. He rolls his eyes and pulls away, rustling Y/N’s hair before putting his baseball hat on her head. When he’s far enough away, she throws the ball the same way a pitcher would, a really bad pitcher, and he catches it easily.

“That was good right?” Y/N asks as she goes up to him and he shrugs.

“Good for you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Generally you're pretty bad-“ Y/N dramatically gasps, cutting him off.

“Ouch. Feels like you stabbed me in the heart Kim Seungmin.” He frowns at her bad acting. They stay at the park until a few drops of rain start to fall, “Looks like it might storm.” Y/N comments, looking at the gray clouds in the sky. She’s happy it didn’t start to rain until after Seungmin’s game, he hates it when they’re canceled, “Let’s go home. Don’t want you to smell like a wet dog.” She failed to dodge the baseball he threw at her.

“Abuse.”

“Idiot.”

Y/N taps her fingers on the steering wheel, listening to Seungmin as he starts to sing along softly to the song. It’s heavy downpour coming down, they’re lucky it didn’t start until after his game. Seungmin’s also lucky, since he got out of driving for the day.

“If baseball doesn’t work out, you could always become an idol.” Y/N tells him after a few minutes, making him laugh, “I’m serious Minnie. Beautiful voice with a face to match. Any company would be lucky to have you.”

“Stop it.” He blushes, looking out the window.

“We wouldn’t be able to be together publicly though. At least not until you went solo. I guess the forbidden, secret romance could be fun at first. But I’d miss you too much. I’d probably have to become a manager just so I could follow you around. Maybe a stylist, I’d make you look so cute, not that you don’t already but-” Seungmin listens as she goes on about the fake scenario.

“Maybe in another life.” He tells her, and seeing they stopped at a red light, he lifts her hand and kisses her palm.

“You think we would still be together?”

“We would.” He answers like it’s obvious, “In whatever fictional or hypothetical lives you make up for us, I love you in every one.” He pauses, before continuing, “If I were to be stuck in a world without you in it, I think I would rather not be there at all.”

“For someone who doesn’t believe in fate, you sure talk like you do.”

“You’re my universe, of course I am with you in every one. ”

The girl shakes her head and pats Seungmin’s hand,

“Shut up before I crash the car.”

Their apartment is small, but it’s enough for the two of them. They used to live on residence, but decided to move in together before the start of third year. They each have their own bedrooms, but Seungmin is the one with a bigger bed. His room is less cluttered as well. On his bed, Y/N lays on her back with Seungmin resting between her legs, head on her stomach. She scrolls on her phone with one hand, running the other one through Seungmin’s fluffy black hair.

“Your stomach is loud.” He tells her, and Y/N pulls his hair in response but doesn’t do anything more. He pulls up her, really his jersey, kisses the bare skin of her stomach.

Y/N reached over to place her phone on the bedside table, knowing where this will lead.

“I won my game today.” He kisses her hip bone, biting softly.

“I know, and I’m proud.” Moving up, he faces Y/N and kisses her for a few seconds before pulling back, smiling against her lips.

“Don’t you think I deserve a prize?” He whispers against her lips, eyes fluttering closed.

“Calling me a prize?” She grins, watching as Seungmin blushes, “You know how to charm me, Min.” Laughing softly, she cups his face,

“Whatever you want, baby.”

She can hear Seungmin inhale sharply, and it’s endearing how flustered he still gets with her. Taking off his sweater first, he reveals his lean torso.

“My eyes are up here.” He teases when he sees Y/N’s stare. She grabs the hem of the jersey she’s wearing, but her hands are pulled away before she can take it off,

“Leave it on.”

“Possessive.” Seungmin can’t defend himself because it’s true. He likes having his girl to herself, and he gets a little jealous when he sees her with her teammates at times, even though he will never admit it.

The athlete moves back to his original position, arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist as he kisses and nips along her stomach. When he eventually gets frustrated with the barriers between them, he stands up. In just a few seconds Seungmin is left in only his boxers, Y/N in only a jersey. When he’s back on top of her, he kisses along her neck, leaving a few marks as he moves along. Licking a stripe up her jaw before kissing her lips even after they turn bright red.

“Pretty.” He mumbles, more to himself than to Y/N, “My pretty girl.” Bringing his hands behind her back, he traces the number on the jersey as he has so many times before. It’s long enough to almost reach the girl’s knees, giving a false sense of modesty.

“I love it when you wear my jersey.”

“I like-“ Her breath hitches, feeling Seungmin’s hands wander further down, blunt nails scratching lightly against her lower back, “Like it when you wear them too.” Seungmin smiles as she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, ignoring the fluttering feeling he gets in his stomach from a simple compliment.

Seungmin sits up and moves off of the girl, resting his back against the headboard. Y/N follows him, sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck and his hands find their place on her waist. He can’t see it, but he can feel her dampening his boxers, making him moan and rest his head on the girl’s shoulder.

“Fuck baby.” He groans, and it’s almost funny to hear him swear since he doesn’t do so often. His right hand moves down her waist with a feather-like touch until he reaches the intimate spot between Y/N’s legs.

“Minnie-“

“You’re so hot.” Seungmin interrupts, and Y/N can’t tell if he is referring to the way she looks or the actual heat that’s coming from her skin. Probably both.

He’s gentle as he coats a finger in Y/N’s wetness, as he pushes it inside her hole and swallows every sound she makes. He adds another, scissoring his fingers to stretch her out.

“Seungmin.” She pants out, digging her nails into the man’s shoulders when he just grazed that spot inside her, “Min, love, please I’m-“

“Wait.” He adds another finger. moans when he feels her tightening around them,

“Just wait, baby. Just a second.” His fingers slips out of her and he grabs her hips to lift her up slightly. With Y/N’s aid and some awkward shifting, Seungmin manages to remove his last piece of clothing.

“Lay down.” He tells her, pushing her slightly. Once she’s on her back, Seungmin leans over and grabs a condom from the bedside table, putting it on before he moves back between her legs. With a steady hold on himself, he slowly pushes into Y/N. They moan in unison as he does.

“Tell me when you’re ready, pretty.” After a minute, Y/N taps his back.

“I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“I wouldn’t lie.” Nodding, Seungmin plants his forearms on each side of Y/N’s head and moves his hips slowly.

She tilts her head back, eyes closed as Seungmin starts to build a slow rhythm.

“Love you.” He whispers against her neck, kissing the skin there right after.

“Min, faster?” She asks even though she knows what his answer will probably be.

“No.” He pants softly, mouthing at her jaw before kissing her earlobe, “No just- let me go slow.” He grabs one of her hands, intertwining their fingers he repeats,

“Let’s go slow baby.” Y/N whimpers as he hits that special spot head on, but still smiles softly.

Sometimes Seungmin is the opposite of this, fast and almost desperate with his movements. Or he will act as if he has all the time in the world, going painstakingly slow just to be a tease.

Right now though, it’s him being sentimental. Trying to convey the love he has for his girl with every movement of his hips, touch of his fingers and graze of his lips.

Y/N feels a warmth cover the side of her face, thumb rubbing against her cheek.

“Look at me.” It’s easier said than done, but she manages to open her eyes to admire the sight above her. Seungmin’s hair sticks to his forehead, skin flushed and shining with a thin layer of sweat.

“Good girl.” He whispers and Y/N runs her fingers over Seungmin’s chest and stomach making him shiver slightly. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling the athlete closer so they’re chest to chest. It really only takes a few more minutes for Seungmin to start to lose his restraint. Despite his previous words, he starts to move faster, practically knocking the breath out of Y/N when he does.

“Seungmin I’m-“ she’s cut off as his mouth covers her’s. Both their lips must be swollen by now and it hurts when Seungmin softly bites her lower one. After pulling away, he shoves his face in Y/N’s neck, bringing one hand down to rub at her clit.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cries while throwing her head back on the pillow, eyes rolling back, “Min!” She feels his hand grab hers, intertwining their fingers. He gasps her name and goes a little harder, squeezing her hand.

“Come, please.” He tells her, lifting his head from her neck, “So pretty when you come.” Seungmin slurs out his words and rubs her more harshly, making Y/N jerk her hips and dig her nails into Seungmin’s hand as she falls over the edge, vision going blurry.

With a few quick thrusts, Seungmin finishes with a quiet whimper. He allows himself to rest on top of Y/N, kissing her neck and up her jaw softly. Y/N runs a hand through his hair, before lifting his chin and bringing his lips to hers. After a few moments, having slightly caught his breath, Seungmin pulls out and throws out the condom before falling on his back beside his girl. The two pant whilst staring at the ceiling.

“How are you?” Seungmin asks Y/N, shifting and wrapping his arm around her waist, “Need anything? Want something?” She moves a little, resting her head on his chest and giving him a quick kiss there.

“I’m fine.” Her voice is almost covered because of the rain pelting the windows. She’s lying, she actually is pretty hungry, just unwilling to move. Seungmin runs a hand through her hair just like how she did to him earlier. As he expected, Y/N’s breaths start to steady, indicating that she is almost asleep. He pulls her a little closer to his chest, bending his neck down to peck her shoulder.

“Goodnight my love.” Seungmin whispers before closing his eyes, allowing the sound of rain hitting the window along with the warmth his girl is giving him to lull him to sleep.

“Night Minnie.”

[cjsoleil]

My Love That I’m Giving You Don’t Buy, So I Hide (Lee Know x Han)

Summary:

Han and Minho have been working together at the same accounting firm for a while now, and for some reason, Minho simply doesn’t like Han. At least that’s what he thinks. After a drunken night, Minho makes his true feelings clear at the office.

Warnings: Smut (MDNI)

The sounds of typing on a keyboard is somehow soothing, despite how when Jisung first started working, he found it more annoying than his friends. Which is saying something. He guesses it’s because the sound is a constant in his life and he has grown used to it. Sometimes he likes to make a little beat to the clicking sound in his head, bouncing his leg to it. Melodies can be found in anything, he suppose.

“Hyung, stop daydreaming.” Jisung looks up to see Seungmin’s fluffy brown hair peaking over the desks divider. He finds it somewhat creepy how the younger doesn’t even have to look at him to know that he’s not doing any work. No shock though, Seungmin loves proficiency despite just being an intern, still in school.

“I’m on my break.”

“Liar.”

“Shush. Listen to your elder and do your own work.” Seungmin shrugs.

“Guess I won’t tell you what I heard.”

Han slowly pushes out his chair in an almost comical way, tilting his head towards the puppy like intern.

“What is it?” He leans in close, whispering,

“Is it about Minyoung? She’s really dating someone over ten years younger-“

“Not that kind of gossip.” Seungmin interrupts, shaking his head,

“You know how Heejin is moving to Japan. Her husband was offered some job out there.” Han instantly smiles at the old news. It’s not that he doesn’t like the woman, she’s very kind, but Heejin resigning gives him a chance at getting a promotion. They work at a accounting firm. Big enough that they have plenty of clientele, some even being famous. Small enough so that the workers are cared about and not just numbers in the business.

“I overheard a couple of the managers say it’s between you and Minho, congrats.” Han sighs, wheeling back to his desk, “C’mon hyung. It’s not that bad.”

“Minho hates me Seungminnie! I haven’t even done anything to him.”

“He doesn’t hate you. He just wants to fuck you.”

“Seungmin!” Han whispers shouts, “Shut up. And you know that’s not true.” He’s pretty sure Minho isn’t interested in men.

“Even if he did hate you, who cares?” Seungmin attempts to comfort the elder, “Minho is just so… intimidating. I don’t want to be on his bad side more than I already am.”

Minho is the textbook definition of perfection. He is a hard worker who puts good use out of his full potential, he is smart and teaches the interns well. The man appears to be mean to the bone, but the pictures of his cats that he leaves on his desk shows otherwise. He is respectful and, in all truth, so hot. And Han is not saying that because he happens to find Minho attractive. Everyone acknowledges that he’s hot, even Seungmin said so once.

He transferred to this firm just a couple months ago and for a reason that Han does not know, Minho does not like him. He doesn’t fully disrespect him or anything, but whenever they talk, it almost feels like he’s being degraded in a way. Minho sometimes acts as if he’s uncomfortable being around Han too. Han doesn’t even know what he did! He would apologize if he knew that he said or did something to make the man uncomfortable.

“If you’re that concerned, confront him about it.” Jisung blankly stares at him before letting out a sarcastic laugh.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny thinking my anxiety would let me do that.” Seungmin hums and Han tries to change the conversation,

“Are you coming to the bar next week?” The younger stares at him like he just said something so idiotic,

“I’m getting paid to drink. Of course.” Their work holds events like these all the time. Team bonding or whatever excuse they use. Everyone gets paid to go to a bar, eat and get drunk.

“Are you finally going to bring your man?” A new voice enters, and Seungmin rolls his eyes at the sound as Han smiles.

“I’m not going to if you pester me, Changbin hyung.” The muscular man leans against the corner of Han’s and Seungmin’s desks.

“C’mon Minnie.” Jisung starts with a teasing tone, “Stop hiding him from us, we’ve known you what? Two years?”

“Letting you guys meet Jeongin would end with me being embarrassed.” Seungmin replies, looking at a file on his desk, “Focus on getting your own boyfriend.” Han fakes the action of getting stabbed in the heart.

“Oh yeah.” Changbin looks at the other, “How’s the dating scene going?” Jisung shrugs, unproductive is what the answer is.

“I just…” he clicks his tongue, looking off to the side. It’s a mistake, he makes direct eye contact with Minho who’s at his own desk. To Han’s surprise, he doesn’t look away, he just stares deep into Jisung’s soul without a mere shimmer of emotion that he can detect. The younger can’t even move, almost as if Medusa had turned him to stone, forever keeping him locked in the trance of Minho’s eyes.

That is until Minho cocks his eyebrow at him, and Jisung cowardly looks away back down on his desk.

“I guess I haven’t found the right person.” Changbin and Seungmin, who had just watched in amusement as Jisung was a deer in headlights for their coworker, share a knowing look.

“The one will come along Sungie.” Changbin reassures, wearing a soft smile.

“Yeah.” The youngest adds with a fond look in his eyes, thinking of his own love, “They’re always closer than you think.” Jisung nods his head with a grin, somewhat forced.

“Yeah yeah. Now go get to work before Chan catches you.” At the mention of the elder’s name, Changbin walks the short distance back to his own desk, waving back at the younger two. Seungmin looks back down at his file and Jisung does the same. After a few minutes, just for a second, he looks up towards Minho’s desk to see him typing on his computer, completely focused on his task. The accountant sighs before turning to his own work.

Han sits at a table along with Changbin and a few other coworkers in a bar. Seungmin was sitting with them as well, but he got dragged over by other departments to do shots with them. He probably got drunk within the first hour.

“Hey guys.” Jeongin greets when he comes over, with a clearly intoxicated Seungmin on his arm. Jeongin came with Seungmin like his coworkers requested, they all find him lovely, “We’re going to head out now. Just wanted to say goodbye, right Minnie.” Seungmin giggles and rests his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder,

“Innie, I didn’t tell you about one of my clients. He’s a giant-“ he emphasizes the last word, “deal.” He tilts his head up to loudly whisper in Jeongin’s ear, “It’s the pitcher for lotte giants.” Jisung and Changbin stare wide eyed at Seungmin sharing confidential information. Jeongin pats Seungmin’s hair,

“Didn’t hear anything.” He tells the older two, faking oblivion, “Anyways, nice meeting you all. Take care.”

“Noo..”

“We’re going sweetheart.”

“Okay, bye~” The two boys leave and a number of people follow soon after.

Jisung takes a look around the room, but his eyes linger at the bar where Minho sits. His back is facing him so Jisung doesn’t have to be worried about him catching his stare, but at the same time he wishes to see the man’s face. Changbin’s voice forces him to look away.

“Talk to him.” The elder tells him, way too loudly. Changbin is a loud man, only more so when he’s drunk. Jisung shakes his head no, as if he’s a child and Changbin whines like one. “Don’t be a coward!” He pesters the younger man until he finally agrees, downing his drink in one go before walking to the bar. Maybe stumbling is a better word, because Han is drunk out of his mind. Drunk enough to loose his balance and sense of embarrassment. It explains how he has no shame going up to Minho.

“Hey!” Jisung exclaims, sitting next to the other. Minho’s eyes widen for a second, not expecting to have this visiter, but he soon has to conceal a smile.

“Yes?” He asks, paying the younger barely any mind. Han didn’t really have any clue on what he was going to say, so he just repeats the greeting before asking the bartender for another drink.

“Are you sure you should be drinking more?” Minho questions, making Han cutely pout in anger.

“You’re not my boss.” He responds, then after taking a moment to think, “If you get Minyoung’s job, than you are, but not right now.” Minho hums, really the position isn’t exactly boss, but it certainly is higher than their current position so he doesn’t bother to make any correction.

“That’s right, if not, you will be my boss.” He finally turns to look at the younger accountant, expressionless,

“What a smart boy you are, hm?”

Blood floods to Jisung’s face and neck and he unconsciously let out a barely noticeable whimper. If he was in the right mind, he would have been insulted. It’s condescending, but Han’s intoxicated mind finds the words only make him feel good.

“I-I am?“ he stutters for a few seconds before finishing his drink.

“Yes, so smart.” Minho repeats, “So you know that’s your last drink.” Han puts the glass down and nods, because he is smart. He knows he’s had enough.

Minho looks around the bar and sees that most of their coworkers have already left. He should be going too. Standing from the stool, Han follows suit. The older man starts to walk towards the door, and the younger only stares until Minho turns around.

“Come on, Jisung.” He wasn’t expecting to be invited to follow, because Minho doesn’t like him, but he obeys and stumbles his way to him. “Damn it, be careful.” Minho says irritably when Jisung nearly fell face first on the concrete the moment they got outside.

“Sorry.” Minho rolls his eyes at his apology and pats his head, making the younger’s eyes widen significantly.

“Don’t apologize, just listen.” Minho wraps an arm around Jisung’s waist, supporting his weight, “I can smell the alcohol on you, how much did you drink?” He shakes his head when Han opens his mouth to answer, “Nevermind, let’s just get you home.” Jisung can only go along as Minho brings them to his car and helps the younger get inside.

“What’s your address, Jisung?” Minho asks, but he doesn’t answer. He doesn’t feel compelled in the slightest to do so. Going home means that Minho would leave, and he’s being so nice to him. He wants to stay with this Minho. Minho who is pretty and kind and caring. He repeats his name again when Han doesn’t answer.

“Don’t wanna go home.” He pouts as if he’s a child, and it’s oh so cute. Minho decides to amuse him.

“Then where would you like to go?” Han leans towards the elder, grabbing his arm before whispering out in the silence of the car,

“With Minho hyungie.”

Minho clenches his hand on the steering wheel. Jisung has never called him that before.

“Ah, but I can’t go home with you. I have cats to feed.” He tried to joke around with the younger, but he just repeats that he wants to be with his hyung, and as strong as Minho is, he is not a god. He can’t resist Jisung’s cute face any more than he can resists the cats.

That’s how they end up like this, with Minho guiding Jisung through the door and helping the younger take off his shoes.

“Go sit on the couch, I’ll get you some water. Do you feel sick?” Han shakes his head before diving onto the couch, stretched out just like one of Minho’s pets. Jisung hums to an unheard melody as he feels a small weight on is back, than another one. And another one. He feels a fur on his skin where his shirt rode up and on his bare neck, but he welcomes the warmth.

Coming back from the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand, Minho grins at the sight of Han, face down on the couch with Dori on his head, Sonnie between his legs and Donngie laying on his butt. No, Minho is not jealous of his cat.

“Aw, it’s rude to pray on the vulnerable.” He puts down the water on the coffee table and moves Dori off the younger’s head to stop him from suffocating,

“Up up.” He clicks his tongue and helps ease Jisung into a proper sitting position. Han whines as he does so, and Minho sits beside him before he lifts the cup of water to his lips. He pulls the cup away when it’s almost half empty.

“Why…” The drunk man starts, avoiding looking at Minho by petting the cat closest to him, “Why are you being- being so nice to me?” His eyes start to water. He can’t help but be emotional, because he’s confused. Minho doesn’t like being near him, but he’s being so doting. “Taking care of me?”The elder man tilts his head,

“Han.” The younger doesn’t look up, “I wasn’t going to leave you alone in the state you’re currently in.” Jisung brings a hand up to wipe his face, when he feels a tear fall.

“But you hate me.” He whispers, voice cracking. Minho frowns and his jaw clenched. Taking a deep breath, he forces himself to relax before speaking in a soft tone.

“Jisung.” He’s hesitant, but ultimately brushes the younger’s jaw with his fingers, lightly turning his head to face him,“Jisungie.” Han’s breath hitches as he makes eye contact with the elder, “I don’t hate you. I can’t fathom the idea of hating you. You're simply… wonderful.”

Han’s his heart skips a beat and a fluttering feeling comes to his stomach. It’s almost similar to the familiar sensation of anxiety, but it’s different. Instead of rendering Han paralyzed, it pushes him forward. So he leans in and kisses Minho without leaving time for him to move away.

It’s embarrassing, how many times Han has imagined this moment. He truly wasted his time, because nothing in his dreams can compare to the real thing.

Han has his eyes closed, but Minho’s remain open. He allows the other to take control in his state of slight shock, but once he realizes what’s happening, he cups the sides of Han’s face and pushes him away. The younger man whimpers at the distance, and tries to kiss him again, but Minho keeps him still.

“You’re drunk.” Minho says softly, like he’s speaking to an animal, “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

He didn’t think Han could get anymore red, he was wrong.

“Hey, let’s go to bed. You’re going to have such a hangover in the morning.” He brings Jisung to his bedroom, because he is a guest and not sleeping on the couch. Minho grabs a pair of sweatpants and a spare shirt.

“Can you change by yourself?” Han nods, fighting the part of his brain that wants Minho to stay. Han changes into the pants but leaves the shirt since he feels like his skin is boiling, and lays on his side on the bed. Eventually he dozed off, but wakes a little when he feels a warmth covering him. Something grazes his cheek and he has just enough sense to reach up and grab what turned out to be a hand.

“Stay.” Han requests with a tired voice, on the verge of falling back to sleep. He lets Minho pulls away, and after a minute, he feels a weight behind him. Jisung shuffles back so his back is against Minho’s chest. He lulls to sleep with the warmth spreading throughout his body and Minho’s arms wrapped around his waist, caging him in and keeping him safe.

When Han wakes up, the only thing he can feel is a pounding pain in his head, a reminder of how much he drank yesterday. After a few minutes, he opens his eyes and thankfully, the lights in the room are off and the curtains are closed. When he sits up fully, a wave of nausea hits him like a bus. Ignoring it, he looks around the room, finding it unfamiliar. On the beside table is a cup of water and two pills. After taking them, he slowly lays back down again, staring at the ceiling as he tries to piece together what the fuck happened last night. He feels the blanket against his bare chest, and quickly lifts up the blanket, sighing in relief when he sees his bottom half covered.

“No.” Jisung suddenly whispers, embarrassment filling him as he remember forcing Minho to take him to his home, spoon him and oh my god-

Han shoved his face in the pillow under his head and groans.

‘I kissed Minho, I’m so stupid, how could I do that?’

“Fuck my life.” A sudden scratching at the door interrupts Jisung’s spiral of mortifying self dread. He gets up, ignoring the prominent pain of his head and opens the door to be greeted by an orange cat.

He smiles, “Hey cutie.” He attempts to crouch down but ends up just falling on his butt. Petting the cat, he recognizes the familiar sound of a shower running. Han frowns, he can’t believe he kissed Minho without his consent. His coworker. Who is probably straight. Jisung doesn’t want to be confronted so he decided not to give Minho the chance.“Sorry, I have to go.” He gives the cat a finally pat on the head before he goes back in the room and changes into his clothes from yesterday before making his way out of the apartment. The only reminisce of him left is a sticky note with the words ‘thank you’ on the fridge.

Han is incredibly grateful that he had two days off after the night at the bar, because he didn’t have to see Minho. It’s cowardly, he knows, maybe even a little mean. He wishes could just have an adult conversation about what happened, but no, he’s going to avoid the elder until one of them quits or retires.

“Han can you bring these over to Minho?” Changbin asks as he puts a file on the younger’s desk. Han knows what he’s doing, his hyung has been pushing for more details on what happened after he left the bar last week. It’s clear to everyone in his department that he’s been avoiding Minho like the plague, so Changbin made it his personal goal to figure out why.

Han turns to Seungmin, “Can you give-“

“Nope.” He answers before Jisung can finish.

“Please-“

“Tell me what’s going on and I will.” Seungmin leans on his desk, lowering his voice, “Did he do anything to you?”

“No no.” he protests before explaining , “He brought me to his home, but we didn’t do… anything.”

“What did you do between that pause in your sentence?” Changbin asks and Jisung whispers, shamefully,

“I kissed him.” Silence overtakes the three for a second, before the eldest turns towards Seungmin.

“Called it.” The younger rolls his eyes, as Jisung gapes at them, “Hannie, it’s so obvious that he likes you.”

“He didn’t kiss me back.”

“Yeah, cause you were drunk.” Seungmin says it like it’s obvious, which it is.

“Go over and kiss him right now, completely sober and aware, he’d love it.”

“Ew.” The youngest comments, “Wait until I’m gone.”

“Nothing is going to happen.” Han insists, “Just forget it.” Both his friends oblige, and stop asking questions.

“Hyung.” Seungmin’s voice grabs his attention, “Can I ask you to do me a favour.” He sighs,

“Sure.”

“Can you take one of my clients, just for today?” Han looks curiously at the younger.

“Why?” Seungmin smiles softly,

“It’s Jeongin’s birthday today. I was hoping to get home early and surprise him.”

“Aww.” Jisung playfully clutches his chest, “So sweet. Of course I will.”

“Really?” Seungmin perks up and Han laughs.

“Yeah really. Go home loverboy.”

While Seungmin is about to leave, he bumped into Changbin, who was totally not listening in on their conversation.

“When is Jeongin’s real birthday?”

“Not till February.”

“Ah.” Changbin nods before holding up the file in his hand, “I’m giving this to Minho. Good plan, by the way.”

“If I have to deal with their sexual tension for any longer I am going to quit.”

“Did you not consider that them getting together could make them worse.”

“… damn it.”

Han huffs as he finally finished up with Seungmin’s work. It was easy, but took quite a bit of time. So now, everyone in the office has left.

Well, everyone besides Minho.

As awkward as being alone with him is for Jisung, he is still grateful for the man’s presence, otherwise he would have to lock up the building. He puts away his stuff before getting up, preparing to leave. As he walked pass Minho’s desk, he feels a hand grab his elbow.

“Han.” Minho’s cold voice rings loud in the empty room.

“What?” Han squeaks as Minho stands.

“What are you-“ he can’t finish his sentence, as Minho grabs his collar, pushes the younger man to him and harshly kissed him. Han’s hands hover in the air as he tries to process what’s happening. Minho’s hands move to cup the back of his head and rest on his lower back. Jisung grasps the front of Minho’s shirt and kisses him back. He moves Jisung so he’s leaning on his desk, the wood digging into Han’s thighs. Finally, Han pushes Minho away, panting as he wipes his mouth of saliva. They stare at each other in silence, as if they aren’t at work and have all the time in the world.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Minho whispers in the quiet room, “I wanted to talk to you properly, but you never gave me the chance. So allow me to do so now.” Minho takes a deep breath in, “You remember me bringing you to my place when you were drunk, right?” Han nods hesitantly, “and you remember what happened?”

“Mostly.” Han mumbles, already knowing where the conversation was leading to, “I’m sorry I left. And for avoiding you, I just-“ he swallows down his anxiety before saying, “I thought you were going to be mad at me.” Smiling softly, Minho cups his face and makes him look at him,

“Clearly you thought wrong.”

“Yeah.” Minho runs his thumb over Han’s lips.

“Why did you think I hated you?” The question has been bugging him all week.

“Oh, real-really I was being dramatic.” Han quickly tries to explain, “It just seemed like you were, I don’t know, uncomfortable around me? Like you were never relaxed with me around.”

“Ah.” Minho blushes and brings his hand to hold Jisung’s, “I’m sorry that’s the impression I gave, but you are all wrong.”

The younger tilts his head cutely, “What do you mean?” Minho sighs, leaning his head back before looking at Han.

“I really like you, Jisungie.” He plants his hands on the desk, caging him in, “I like your voice. Your smile. Your soft face. I love the little pout you do. Just like the one you have now- really everything about you gets me going.” He leans closer, making the two only inches away from each other,

“So you don’t understand how difficult it is for me to refrain from kissing you, from getting closer and closer because I want to be in your space all the time. I didn’t want to be too forward and risk your comfort.” Oddly enough, the first thing that comes to Han’s mind is cursing out Seungmin for being right about Minho’s feelings.

“I’m comfortable with you.” Jisung blurts out, “You can… I want you to kiss me. Do whatever you want.” Minho’s eyes darken and he kisses a spot under Jisung’s ear,

“What I want to do is bend you over this desk.” He kisses Han’s lips, muffling a whimper, “Turn my smart boy into a dumb little mess.” Jisung shivers, wrapping his arms around Minho’s shoulders.

Minho lifts Jisung onto the desk, kissing him while rubbing his sides, “Would you like that?”

Han’s breath hitched, and he tries to remain somewhat intact. Minho wants him. And he wants Minho too. So bad.

“I would.” Is all he can rasp out as Minho kisses his neck.

“Hm?”

“I want you.” Jisung says louder, breathing in shakily, “I want hyung. Now.” He moans as Minho bites his neck, “But- Minho.” Jisung stutters, “What if someone comes in?” In most settings this question would seem stupid, since it’s around ten at night and nobody is currently in office other than them. In this case, it’s actually a possibility. How their job works is that they can come in at any time, as long as they work a full shift. So they have a few coworkers who like to come in at odd hours.

“Alright.” Minho lifts the younger with a strong grip on his thighs and walks them to an office room, all while placing small kisses on Jisung’s face.

“Open the door baby.” Han nods and reaches behind himself to open the door. Minho kicks it closed behind him before quickly locking it.

The desk has nothing on it, since the office has been unused for a few weeks, so Minho quickly lays Jisung down on the smooth surface. He kisses the younger harshly on his lips, just for a few seconds, before moving to kiss his neck and bite his collar bones. As he relishes the sounds of Jisung’s whimpers, he unbuttons his polo shirt, exposing more skin for him to explore.

“Hyung.” Han moans as Minho pinches his nipples and sucks his chest, leaving marks as he goes along. When Minho reaches the waist band of his pants, he is quick to push them off, along with his shoes and boxers. This leaves Han naked besides the unbuttoned shirt. Minho grabs his thighs and pulls him forward do his legs are hanging off the desk. The elder drops to his knees and starts to kiss up Jisung’s thighs, traveling further until he reaches his hole. Han chokes a sob as Minho dips his tongue inside him.

“Min- Minho I-“ He never finishes what he was about to say, he’s broken down to a moaning mess the second the elder moves and licks along his tip. He jerks his hips, and Minho grabs his waist to keep him still. The action only makes him harder as he realizes how fucking small Jisung is.

“You’re precious.” He coos before placing a sweet kiss on his hole, “Absolutely darling.”

Minho stands up and presses three of his fingers against Jisung’s lips, tapping a few times. The younger instantly opens his mouth and allows Minho to push his fingers in.

“Baby.” Minho groans as Jisung grabbed his wrist to bring him closer, “Look at you. What a good boy.” He shivers from the feeling of Han’s tongue. After a few moments, Minho pulls his hand away and wastes no time to kneel back down and put one finger into Jisung’s hole. The younger cries out and tightens around Minho instantly.

“Hyung!” Minho does not relent and adds another, stretching him out. With that he adds his tongue, dipping inside beside his fingers. Minho is giving him so much, it’s breaking him down, but all Han can think about is the fact he wants more. Jisung reaches up to him and grabs his shoulders, trying to push him away. Minho obliges and moves to look at the younger, pecking Han’s bright pink lips multiple times. “Want you Minho.” Jisung mumbles against his lips, trying to control his own breathing, “Want you so bad.”

Now, Minho considers himself a patient man, but he’s still a man. So how could he ever deny the sweet thing below him. He stands up straight and removes his fingers from Jisung before helping him off the desk. Practically manhandling him, Minho manoeuvres him so he’s facing the desk before placing a hand in between Jisung’s shoulder blades and pushing him down so his chest meets the desk. Kissing up Han’s spine, Minho unzips his pants and presses against Jisung, letting out a moan when he feels his hot skin on his. “Jisung, honey.” Minho starts, kissing Han’s shoulders, “You know I could never hate you.” “Yeah.” He pants, whining slightly. “Good.” The elder grabs harshly onto Han’s hips, fingers digging into his tan skin. He kisses the younger’s ear before whispering,

“Cause I’m gonna fuck you like I hate you.”

With a quick, strong thrust of his hips, he pushes himself into Jisung, immediately moaning when he tightens around him. “Minho! Oh-“ Han shouts. By now, both of them have completely forgotten where they are, only focused on each other. Breathing heavily, Minho rests his head on Han’s back, nuzzling the material of his shirt. Jisung whimpers and tries to grab the man behind him as he starts to move in and out of Jisung’s tight hole, he’s barely has any time to adjust,

“Please- Please please hyungie-“ he begs like it’s the only thing he knows, despite being highly educated. It’s music for Minho, “Please.” He mocks the younger with a whiny voice, “Please what?” He grabs his hair with one hand and uses it to keep his head pinned on the desk. He shifts a bit, using his grip on Jisung to move harder, hitting right on that special spot inside him.

“Fuck!” He sobs. The wood of the desk beneath him is cold against his burning skin, “Minho Minho-“ The elder smiles kissing the boy’s neck. “Yes? What is it?” Jisung doesn’t respond, he can’t find the words to give even the most simplest answer. He can’t help it, Minho is moving erratically, “Hey, where’s my smart boy gone to?” Minho smirks with a sadistic glint to it, and wraps his arms around Han’s waist and chest pulls him up so he’s standing. Jisung groans from the movement, and Minho is still rocking inside of him. “Shit.” His head falls back against his shoulder, eyes closed. “Did I fuck you stupid already? You’re even drooling baby.” Keeping one hand firmly on Jisung’s chest to keep him standing, Minho wipes the saliva that escaped his mouth with his thumb. He runs his thumb over Han’s lips before moving his head to kiss him. He holds the younger’s jaw and licks into his mouth, swallowing his moans. When Minho pulls away, Jisung isn’t even given the chance to complain since Minho is bending him over the desk again, “I’m gonna break you baby.” Minho tells the younger between moans, “Gonna take you apart right here- don’t worry I’ll- I’ll love you right when I take you home. Real slow and sweet.” He moves harder, keeping Jisung pinned down with a hand on the nape of his neck as his other reaches in front of the younger to fist him, making him keen.

“Come- am gonna- Minho comming-“

It only takes a few jerks of his wrist to make Han come over his stomach, moaning out Minho’s name as he jerks against the desk and Minho’s hand. He whimpers and whines when Minho somewhat intentionally overstimulates him as he keeps moving for a few more seconds. When he feels as if he’s about to burst, Minho pulls out of Jisung. He wraps his hand around himself and quickly comes with a soft moan.

Panting, Minho runs his hand through Han’s hair a few times before putting his pants back on properly and helping Jisung stand up. With one hand, he grabs a packet of tissues from his pockets and uses a few to wipe Jisung clean, shushing his whimpers. “Darling boy.” Minho coos in his ear, turning Han around and buttoning his shirt for him. Jisung lifts his arms and wraps them around Minho’s shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss. The elder responds quickly, kissing Jisung sweetly as he rubs his sides. When Han pulls away, Minho kisses his cheeks, a few of the marks he left on his neck, and ends with a kiss to Jisung’s temple, “Would this be a good time to ask you out?” Han snorts, resting his head on Minho’s shoulder, “I’d love to.”

Minho walks into an office and leans back against the wall, letting out a short whistle. “Love what you done with the place.” The man at the desk laughs, looking around himself, “Oh yes, thanks to you hyung.” Han responds as he moves a succulent to a different corner on the desk, a plant that Minho got him, “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to work.” He playfully glares at the other, “I blame you.” “Why?” Minho walks over to the desk, standing across from Han, “Bringing up memories, boss?” Jisung shivers, “Don’t call me that.” He says, ignoring the image in his head of Minho fucking him over the desk that is now his, “Are we going?” “Yeah. Can’t keep Chan waiting.”

The two make their way to Chan’s office, neither bothering to knock since he’s been expecting them. Chan looks up from his computer and smiles when he sees the two, “Didn’t assault anyone, right Minho?” The man in question rolls his eyes at Chan as him and Jisung sit on the chairs across from Chan on the desk.

“Hi Chan hyung.” Chan smiles softly at the younger, he’s always had a soft spot for him, “Jisung. Now seriously, what brings you two here?” Han looks down in his lap, smiling when Minho grabs one of his hand’s and interlocks their fingers. Minho brings their hands up and places a quick kiss on the back of Jisung’s hand.

“Jisung and I are in a relationship.” Minho states bluntly to the head of HR, “We just came to notify you.” Chan nearly rolls his eyes and Minho’s formalness, but he instead laughs softly.

“Congrats guys. You two are good together.” He says, genuinely happy the two have gotten together, “You guys can go though, I just quickly have to put it on file.” Both Han and Minho thank the older man for his time and leave.

Chan pulls out a file from his filing cabinet. “Finally.” He mumbles as he puts the already filled out form on his desk, “It was collecting dust.”

[cjsoleil]

My Performance For You Has No End (San x Wooyoung)

Summary:

San found himself enthralled by the pretty boy who comes into the Starbucks he works at. Even after they start dating, San is still driven insane every time Wooyoung comes in to tease him. One day, he decides to visit Wooyoung at his dance studio to give him the same treatment. He didn’t expect things to escalate so much.

WARNINGS: Smut (MDNI), frottage, blow job

“You know, I had someone order a frap with eleven pumps of caramel syrup today? Eleven, I didn’t even know you could order that.” San complains to Yeosang as he shakes up a strawberry coconut refresher that was mobile ordered. The scent of coffee fills his senses, something he’s more than used to. The elder laughs as he wipes the counter,

“Sky’s the limit.” San pours the drink in a cup and puts on the lid.

“I swear, that much sugar must lessen your lifespan by ten…” he suddenly trails off, staring at the boy who just walked in.

“It’s about that time again.” Jongho mumbles from behind him when San goes to up to the register.

“Hey.” He says with his signature, charming smile that makes everyone waver at least a bit. With the exception of the boy in front of him, unfortunately, “How are you?”

“Good.” The boy smiles at San, a polite smile, “You?”

“Good.” Great, now that you’re here, he thinks.

“How can I help you?” The black haired boy smacks his lips, pulling out his phone. Really, San doesn’t need to ask, he orders the same drink nearly every time he comes in. And he’s always consistant

Does that mean San could probably get away with quickly making his drink in advance? Sure. Will he ever do so? No. That would send him leaving even quicker, and this is the only time he ever gets to see the boy, so he takes avantage and maybe takes a few minutes longer than needed to get his drink.

After taking his order, he steps away and starts to make the drink, all while watching the boy subtly from the corner of his eye. His favourite customer is on the shorter side with short black hair. His face is soft and smooth and he wears small silver hoop earrings. His smile seems to shine and he always looks at San with such kind eyes. He can tell the boy has a mischievous persona of sorts as well.

San will admit it, he does find the boy attractive, but who wouldn’t?

San barely registers the process of making the drink, and much to soon he is handing it to the pretty boy. But he did remember to go out of his way to draw a little cat on the cup with a black sharpie, along with a few stars.

“Thank you.” He gives San a soft smile, and it hurts the red head how he is so oblivious to how that smile makes him feel.

“You’re welcome.”

The second the boy is out the door Yeosang starts laughing.

“Stop it hyung.” San whines and that only makes him laugh more.

“You’re getting worse hyung, now you’re flexing your muscles as you shake drinks.”

“I did not.” He protests against Jongho’s claim.

“Why don’t you ask him out and stop pinning over him?”

“Because.” San dramatically pretends to hit his head on the counter.

“He’s clearly uninterested in me, and if I ask him out then he won’t come by here anymore.” San stands straight with a little pout, “He probably also has a partner. How could he not?”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” The elder tells him, patting his shoulder, “And don’t dirty the counter i just cleaned.”

“He’s right.” The youngest agrees, “You’re not completely repulsing, and you’re still single.”

San knows he’s attractive. Fuck, San prides himself in being hot as hell. But something about the object of his attraction makes him forget all that. He makes him feel… he doesn’t know. Nervous maybe?

“Is that supposed to help me?” San sighs before clapping his hands together, “You know what? Yeah, next time he comes in here I’m asking him out.”

“You said that last week.”

“I’m sincere this time.”

“Said that last week too.”

The next day, San scrolls on his phone though it’s not his break. It’s not like anyone cares. He only looks up when he hears the familiar sound of the front door opening, footsteps patting in. He didn’t expect to be greeted with the welcome sight of his favourite customer. He’s never came in while San works his Sunday shift. It’s almost rude, doesn’t the boy know San needs time to prepare himself mentally before he comes in? Of course he doesn’t. He’s just the barista.

“Hey San.” Wooyoung says when he gets to the counter, the simple action of his name coming out of the boy’s pink lips is enough to cause San’s blood pressure to raise. Wooyoung’s eyes didn’t even flutter down to his name tag, keeping eye contact.

“Hey.” San replies, smiling a smile that is way too bright to be considered a classic customer service smile, “You’re an odd sight to see today.” Wooyoung’s nose scrunches up in confusion and he tilts his head. So cute.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh shit, no.” San curses as he realizes how rude he just sounded, “I mean, you don’t usually come in on Sunday’s, normally just tomorrow and Thursday. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like I didn’t want to see you, I like seeing you-“ based off Wooyoung’s laugh, San has most definitely said to much. The embarrassment is worth it though, because he made him laugh.

“I like seeing you too.” Wooyoung smiles, “Don’t tell your coworkers but you’re my favourite.” He says with a little wink at the end, making San grin.

“So what can I get you?”

“Ah, can I have a Mocha Frap please?” San inputs the order, albeit slightly confused by how much Wooyoung strayed away from his usual order. After the younger pays, San makes his drink, drawing a simple rabbit along with a few flowers on the cup before filling it and ensuring to put of the whip cream on evenly with a light chocolate drizzle.

“Thank you.” Wooyoung says when he’s given his drink. San must say this selfishly, but he doesn’t was the pretty boy to leave just yet.

“What brought you here today?” He asks to stall the boy from his departure.

“I come here on my way back from the dance studio around here.” San nods, knowing what place he’s referring to. He has friends who go there,

“I just went in there earlier to get some extra practice for a performance I have coming up.”

“Oh that’s nice.” San says, a bit awkward, “How long have you been dancing… for?” San unintentionally pauses during his sentence, as Wooyoung runs his right index finger on the lid of his drink, getting the extra whip cream on his finger. He brings it to his mouth with a hum, sucking his finger a bit and running his tongue around it, collecting the cream before taking it out of his mouth. His tongue slightly drags against his finger as he brings it away from between his lips, just flashing San for a second.

Fuck fuck fuck

It’s all San can think. He doesn’t know if Wooyoung is even doing this intentionally, a simple action making San almost loose his mind, blood rushing not only to his face but further down. He wants to lick off the the small speck of cream that remains on Wooyoung’s upper lip. Wants to kiss them until he’s bruised.

‘Get a hold of yourself.’ San tells himself, trying to force himself to calm down and to stop acting like a pervert, because that shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did. Based on the smirk Wooyoung wears, he’s enjoying San’s dread.

‘What a brat.’

“A long time.” Wooyoung answers, snickering from the expression San is making.

Fuck it, San is not going to give him the chance to slip away.

“Go out with me.” He bluntly asks, instantly feeling blood rush to his face in embarrassment.

“Sorry I-“

“Took you long enough.” Wooyoung’s smiling, a lovely smile that San has been dreaming of seeing. Not a strictly out of politeness one, a genuine one.

“You knew I liked you?”

“Well, do you draw cute little doodles for all your customers?” To be honest, Wooyoung didn’t originally have much interest in the barista. Sure, he acknowledged the fact that he’s attractive, but other than that he didn’t really care. But as time progressed, he soon became infatuated with the red head. So much so, that now Wooyoung has a collection of plastic cups with drawings on them.

Well, San is happy that got his point across. Though he wishes Wooyoung would have made the first move instead of letting San embarrass himself.

“Only the ones I really like.” He answers, and he looks into Wooyoung’s eyes that are filled with mischief and care.

“I-“ San quickly grabs a black sharpie from his apron pocket and asks to take Wooyoung’s cup, which he allows. San writes his number on it then hands it back.

“Here.” Wooyoung laughs, probably at the fact he didn’t just ask to put it in his phone like anyone else would. San isn’t really thinking about that at the moment though, riding the high of this impulse action is working in his benefit.

“I’ll talk to you later then, hyung” Wooyoung tells him before leaving, waving slightly. San sighs with a smile.

“Yeah, later.”

One day at work, San was dealing with a little bit of a rush hour.

“Order for Chan.” He calls out as he brought two drinks to the counter. He read the next order and seeing the name momentarily lifts his stress away. Looking beyond the counter, San finds Wooyoung in just a few seconds, but he’s not alone like usual. With him is a really tall guy he doesn’t know and Seonghwa. Funny thing, San never knew that Seonghwa and Wooyoung were friends.

After catching Wooyoung’s eye, he looks away with a smile and towards the tall man with him. The onyx haired boy leans up on his toes and kisses the others cheek for a few seconds.

Now Wooyoung and San are dating, yes. They’ve been going out for quite some time now. Wooyoung still comes in on his usual days, but also squeezes in extra visits to see San while he’s working. It’s been great. So the undeniable feeling of jealousy and slight possession is completely justified in his opinion.

“Hyung.” Jongho’s voice brings his attention and he looks at the younger who is whisper shouting to him, “Do your job.” San nods, remembering where he is and starts doing something productive. Yeosang sneaks up beside him.

“What’s with that look?”

“I don’t have a look.” San responds, focused on making a drink.

“You’re mad.” Yeosang states, “Is it because of Wooyoung?” San doesn’t bother to answer, knowing that the elder already knows that’s exactly it. He’s not actually mad at him, but maybe more.. irked.

“He’s teasing you hyung, he does it every time he comes in here.” Jongho comments as he walks by.

“No he…” Memories flash through San’s head, Wooyoung licking the whip cream off his finger the day he asked him out, him unnecessarily bending over tables to talk to his friends, leaning over the counter to press fleeting kisses to the corner of San’s mouth and now today, intentionally being overly affectionate with his friends.

“Yeah he’s a brat.” San admits.

“You don’t find it annoying right?” Yeosang questions, with a twinge of concern in his voice.

“Of course I don’t.” San says truthfully, “What is annoying is that he keeps turning me on at work.” Jongho, who sadly happened to cross by at that exact moment, considers resigning.

“Hyung, can you please talk about your frustrations literally anywhere im not present.” The youngest sighs, “I’m going to report you two.” The two still actually do get back to work, knowing Jongho probably would out of spite.

“Just do the same to him.” Yeosang whispers to San as me makes his drink.

“Do what?”

“You know.” San thinks about for a second before a light in his head turns on, the gears turning as he plots a little something.

When he serves Wooyoung, he gives no reaction to make it look like the teasing had no impact on him, which is more difficult than it sounds. He hands him his drink and allows Wooyoung to press a kiss to his cheek, like he did with his friend before pulling away.

“I’ll call you later baby.” Is all San has to say to him before going to the cash, leaving Wooyoung with a little pout Yunho and Seonghwa pick fun at him for.

Wooyoung dances along to the music playing from his speaker. His body flows in perfectly choreographed movements, the time he invested into his work coming through. Yunho and other people from his dance class are with him.

He doesn’t hear the door of the studio open over the music playing. When he focuses on the mirror, he sees San standing by the door, making him stop his movements for a split second. San smiles seeing he’s been caught, and makes a little gesture with his hand to signal the younger to continue. After a second Wooyoung continues, and San stays watching while leaning against the wall.

After two minutes the song is done, and Wooyoung lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat of his face, intentionally flashing his abs to his red haired boyfriend. San doesn’t give him much of a reaction, he just grins with a shake of his head as Wooyoung walks over to him,

“Shouldn’t you be working?”Wooyoung asks with a soft smile, San lifts his hand to show the iced americano he brought. Today San drew two swans facing each other, forming a heart.

“Called in sick today.” Is San’s response, handing the drink to the younger.

“Hm, why’d you lie?” San hums and wraps his arms around his waist.

“Wanted to see you.” He murmured against Wooyoung’s neck, pressing a kiss there. He laughs a bit and pushes the elder away from him before taking a sip of his drink.

“Wooyoung.” He looks to the side to see Yunho coming towards them, “I’m heading out to meet up with Mingi. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Yeah.” Wooyoung nods, feeling San throw an arm over his shoulder. Usually Wooyoung and Yunho get food or something together during their break. Yunho gives San a quick greeting, one that the younger returns before leaving with his bag. Everyone leaves during the hour long break they have, usually it’s shorter but because this is simply extra practice for a banquet coming up and not the actual dance class, they go for a long break.

Once everyone leaves, San hugs Wooyoung from behind, slightly swaying as he admires his boyfriend in the mirror. A light sheen of sweat covers his skin, but San doesn’t mind at all. He slides his hands under the younger’s shirt and runs his hands against Wooyoung’s bare skin. He drags his nails against his abs and smiles when he feels Wooyoung sigh happily against him. His eyes flutter shut as he relaxes in San’s comforting hold. They shoot open again when the red head starts to feel up his chest.

Wooyoung turns around in San’s arms, reaching up to wrap one arm around his shoulders. The other stays at his side, still holding his coffee.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He whispers against the red head’s lips. San grabs his drink from him, he moves his other hand to Wooyoung’s ass.

“Is it a crime to display my care for you?” San questions with a hum, lightly kissing Wooyoung’s lips. He tastes like the americano San brought him.

“You’re up to something.” Wooyoung says between kisses, cupping the elder’s face.

San only smiles, and starts to kiss Wooyoung with a bit more intensity. They stay like that, standing in nearly middle of the dance studio, exchanging kisses and small touches. After a few minutes San pulls away before bending down and putting the cup on the floor. When he stands back up, he grabs the backs of Wooyoung’s thighs and picks him up, making the younger let out a surprised little gasp and wrap his legs around San’s waist and arms around his neck.

San walks forward until Wooyoung’s back meets the glass of a mirror. He nearly shivers at the cold material touching his lower back where his shirt has ridden up, but the heat of San’s mouth on his neck contrasts that.

“What are you doing?” Wooyoung asks again, pulling San away from his neck by his hair.

“You always tease me when I’m working.” San tells him, leaning in to kiss the skin behind the younger’s ear,

“When I can’t do anything about it. Thought I’d come here, turn the tables. You know?” Wooyoung hums as he runs a hand through the other’s red hair.

“So what? This is your attempt on getting me back?” He turns San’s head so he can lean in and kiss him gently. He runs his tongue along the elder’s upper lip before biting his lower one. San squeezes Wooyoung’s thighs a little too hard, but he doesn’t mind. He finds the feeling pleasurable in a way. San inches forward so his hips slot with Wooyoung’s, the friction making him have to stifle a gasp. San doesn’t bother doing so, letting out a small moan.

Wooyoung laughs a bit, pulling the other’s hair.

“Be realistic Sannie. You can’t stop at just teasing. You need more than that, yeah?” San knows he’s right, he didn’t actually expect to come to the studio and not have anything happen. He can’t help it, everything about Wooyoung is just so mesmerizing. The way his laugh, his bratty personality, the feeling of his skin. How could San ever just tease when he can have more? San just wants all that Wooyoung is comfortable with giving.

“We have less than an hour hyung.” Wooyoung mumbles against San’s lips.

“So we have plenty of time.” San responds, before hiking Wooyoung up a bit and kissing him harshly. His head falls back against the mirror, and when San moves to direct his attention to the younger’s neck, Wooyoung tilts his head to rest his warm cheek on the cool glass. His breaths fog up a spot on the mirror, just for it to disappear and reappear.

Suddenly Wooyoung kicks San’s back.

“Let me down.” He’s quick to obey the command, not wanting to cross a boundary.

“Sit down.” San obey’s again, though slightly confused as he sits on the floor. Wooyoung follows him down and sits on his lap. The position makes it so San can feel how hard the other is.

“Woo-“ San cuts himself off with a moan as Wooyoung starts to grind against him.

“Just let me-“ he whines a little, wrapping his arms around San’s shoulders to stable himself. San rests his hands on Wooyoung’s waist but doesn’t move him at all. He lets Wooyoung set the pace.

“Sannie.” Wooyoung moans his name, rutting faster against San. He starts to kiss the younger’s neck, making sure to leave a number of marks. He cries out, now losing his rythme, moving frantically to chase his pleasure.

San gives bites at the earring Wooyoung wears, nipping his ear a few more times before he looks to the side at the mirror and moans at the sight. Fuck, he can imagine teasing Wooyoung open on his fingers as he forces him to watch himself. Having the younger ride him and see every expression he makes in the mirror.

“Shit. I want you so fucking bad.” He grabs Wooyoung’s waist and urges him to shoved him down against his lap.

“Wanna fuck you in front of this mirror, make you watch as I take you apart.”

“Big talk, can you- ah- follow through?” Wooyoung questions, sitting up and lifting his white tank top to reveal his whole torso to San.

“Brat.” He leans forward and kisses along his chest, leaving red marks as he moves along. Soon, San moves one hand to pinch one of Wooyoung’s nipple as he sucks the other one. The action makes the younger wrap his arms around San’s head, so the hem of his tank top rests on the top of the barista’s head. San runs his tongue over it multiple times before sucking his nipple hard, making Wooyoung’s hips stutter. He bites him before pulling away with a final swipe of his tongue, soothing the ache he cause before moving to give the other side the same treatment.

With no warning, San suddenly grabs Wooyoung’s hips and flips their position so Wooyoung is laying flat on the ground with Sam on top of him. He thrusts hard against Wooyoung, making the younger boy cry out.

“So good.” He jerks his hips up to meet San’s, making them both let out choked gasps.

Wooyoung is already so close to coming. His shirt has ridden down, rubbing against his sensitive chest as San rubs against his lower half. So close, he’s right there-

“No!” He cries out when San suddenly pulls away from him completely.

“Shh I’m sorry.” San whispers as he stands up and forces Wooyoung to get up as well. They both take deep breaths to stabilize themselves, Wooyoung being taken aback by the sudden end,

“Why did you-“ the door to the studio opens, making Wooyoung jump away from San.

A girl, one of the dancers, comes inside the room. She looks at the two and gives a tight lipped smile.

“Hey Wooyoung.” She greets awkwardly before rushing to a bench over by the side wall and picking up her phone. Clearly she forgot to grab it earlier. She avoids looking at the boys as she leaves, only waving her hand at them from behind as she scurried out the door.

“Do you think we traumatized her?” Despite catching them just standing, it’s obvious they were up to something by their flushed faces and messed up hair. Not to mention she may have heard their moans from outside the room.

“Hopefully not.” Wooyoung replies, still slightly breathless. Really, they’re all probably equally mortified. Wooyoung looks up to where the clock hangs on the wall,

“Thirty minutes.” He steps closer to San so their chest to chest and starts to nip at the older’s neck.

San is taken back by the gesture, he assumed that they would stop after almost getting caught. Or because they have only half an hour left before more people actually started to show up.

“Baby, we don’t have time.”

“What happened to having more than enough.” San groans slightly, rubbing Wooyoung’s waist.

“Do you even have a change of clothes? Because I don’t.“

Wooyoung hums against the juncture of his neck and shoulder. San raises a good point. After a few moments, he gives San a quick kiss on his neck before dropping to his knees infront of him. The barista’s eyes widen as Wooyoung starts to undo his pants.

“Woo you don’t have to.” San insists, petting the younger’s hair, “I’m here for you.” They have done this a few times in their relationship, but San likes it to be clear that Wooyoung is doing something because he wants to. Besides, he really did come here with the intention of pleasuring Wooyoung.

“I know.” Wooyoung says, the soft tone of his voice shows how much he really does appreciate the concern, despite it being unnecessary. Wooyoung will only ever do what he wants to do.

He pulls down San’s pants along with his boxers, relishing in the way San runs his hands through his black hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Wooyoung places his hands on San’s bare thighs and leans in.

“Fucking shit!” San swears when Wooyoung unexpectedly swallows him whole. He slams one hand to the side and hits the mirror. It’s honestly shocking the glass didn’t shatter. His other hand tightened its grip on Wooyoung’s hair, but he’s quick to sooth the ache he must have caused by petting his hair back. Wooyoung is such a demon, with the way he runs his tongue along San’s cock and leans back every now and then to place gentle kisses on the sensitive skin. The barista moans at the feeling, and only gets louder when he looks in the mirror.

“S’pretty jagiya.” He praised the younger, running his thumb against Wooyoung’s lips where he’s stretched around him.

“You’re- shit- you’re so beautiful.” San gently thrusts into Wooyoung’s mouth, making him gag slightly. But with the way Wooyoung moans around him, he clearly enjoys it.

“With your bratty mouth full- fuck- you’ve finally- shut up for once.” He cups Wooyoung’s face and holds him still as he moves faster. His breaths become heavier and Wooyoung moans around him again, the feeling runs through San’s entire body. He throws his head back as he gets his sweet relief, trying not to pull Wooyoung’s hair too hard.

After a few moments, Wooyoung pulls away and licks San clean as he settles his mind a bit. San gently nudged Wooyoung away before pulling up his clothes. He looks down at the younger. San smiles, seeing that his lovely boyfriend has made a complete mess of himself, saliva coats his lips, unshed tears are in his eyes and his whole face is red from the mixture of lack of air and arousal.

“You okay?” San asks, and Wooyoung nods, leaning into the comforting touch of San’s hand in his hair.

“C’mere.” He lifts Wooyoung up from under his arms and brings him into his chest for a hug, holding the smaller boy tightly against him. Rubbing his back, San kisses along his jaw before giving a long kiss on his lips. His hands start to travel down towards the waist of Wooyoung’s pants, but the younger quickly grabs his hand to stop him.

“Honey?”

“Don’t need to.” Wooyoung mumbles, nuzzling into San’s neck.

San takes a second to register what that means but when he holds Wooyoung even tighter when he does.

“Sweet jagi.” If San would have looked down and focused a little bit more, he would have saw Wooyoung rutting frantically against his own hand until he came.

San kisses the top of the shorter boy’s hair a few times,

“Do you wanna fake sick with me?” Wooyoung laughs a bit before pulling back, smiling up at his boyfriend.

“Well, I don’t want to be seen like this.” He gestures to himself.

“You mean anyone else.” San teases, as Wooyoung goes to get his phone. He walks with a grimace, he didn’t really think of the consequences to his actions earlier, even though San mentioned it. So now he’s going to have to tolerate the uncomfortable feeling of his come soaked boxers until San takes him home.

Wooyoung sends a quick text to his group chat saying that we won’t be there for the rest of practice since he started to feel unwell. While he does that, San grabs his bag for him and holds one of his hands.

“Do you want me to carry you to my car?”

“Kinda.” Wooyoung screeches when San suddenly picks him up bridal style and holds onto his shoulders for stability.

“Hyung! I was kidding.”

“Let me take care of you Wooyoung.” San insists.

“Wait.” Wooyoung says before San walks towards the door, “Grab my drink.”

“I’ll just buy you a new one.”

“No. Grab it.” San groans but still walks across the room and kneels down, still adamant on holding the boy. Wooyoung grabs the watered down drink and pats the barista’s shoulder with his other hand.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

“I am never going to be able to be in that room without having horrible thoughts, are you happy?” Wooyoung complains to San as he starts to drive, one hand resting on the younger’s thigh.

“I’m happy you will be thinking of me.” San innocently smiles. Taking a quick sip of his drink, Wooyoung pouts.

“What?”

“The ice melted, so it’s not that good now.”

“I said I would buy you a new one.” Wooyoung shakes his head, looking down at the swan drawing on the cup.

“I needed the cup. Not the drink.”

“Why?” San questions, keeping his eyes on the road. Wooyoung shifts, still very uncomfortable with the state of his boxer’s.

“The drawings.” Is Wooyoung’s simple answer. San thinks about his words for a minute, and at the next red light he turns his head to look at his boyfriend properly.

“You keep the cups?” San looks so happy, he is so happy. His boyfriend keeps little mementos of him, despite being together all the time. The gesture is everything. Wooyoung nods, a little embarrassed by San knowing that he quite literally keeps trash because it reminds him of his boyfriend.

“Drive.” San looks back at the road and sees the light is green. San grabs Wooyoung’s hand and lifts it up to his lips, giving the back of his hand a loud kiss as he starts to drive them home. Though both can argue home is right where the other is.

[cjsoleil]

Got Lovesick All Over My Bed (Seonghwa x Hongjoong)

Summary:

Prince Hongjoong finally sees his soulmate, prince Seonghwa, after three long months of being apart. They sneak away so Hongjoong can show how much he missed him.

Warnings: Smut (MDNI) Marking, Body Worship, Possessive Behaviour, Edging

Authors note:

Hey guys, this is my first time writing something like this, so please excuse any mistakes. Enjoy

Heeled shoes tapping against marbled floors, crystal chandeliers overhead, pink champaign in hand and an orchestra playing music that travels throughout the room. It’s what’s expected at these types of parties, Hongjoong has experienced it a lot throughout the years. It’s usually the same things every time without much change, but he doesn’t care all that much about that, as long as one thing stays a constant.

Across the room, close to the bar, stands the only thing that makes these events worth going to. The reason why Hongjoong refuses to look less than absolute perfection, why he chooses to wear his nicest suits, one of a kind made with only the most expensive fabrics and beautiful designs. The man wearing a clean white suit is taller than Hongjoong, has silky onyx hair, a sharp jaw but such soft lips, speaking from experience. His aura screams to everyone in the room exactly how Important he is, as he in-bodies elegance as a whole.

Park Seonghwa looks as royal as the family he was born into.

Hongjoong must have been staring too hard, because Seonghwa had caught him. The elder gave him a glare that was clearly fake, because he catches the prince’s mouth twitch upwards. In return, Hongjoong gives him a subtle wink, before walking towards him. Nearly everyone in the room followed his steps with their eyes, they couldn’t help it.

The Kim family Is renowned and famous, as many royal families are. People look at him as if he is art at a museum, painted by a long gone artist. He is well appreciated for his looks, and he is well aware of this, but couldn’t care less. Hongjoong has had his share of longing glances directed towards him, less than innocent intended touches, but every flirtatious motion was and always will be quickly turned down.

So many stars in the sky, but he can only look at one.

“Prince Hongjoong.” Seonghwa greets with a short bow when he gets close to him, one that the younger returns.

“Seonghwa.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Despite the mundane conversation Seonghwa is trying to make, Hongjoong can still see how non put together he is. Picking at his nails, the small bites to the inside of his cheeks, the slight shifting of his weight.

The elder is trying so hard to stay composed, to not pull the other into a hug and go on a tangent about how much he missed him, thought about him.

It makes Hongjoong need to fuck him even more.

They haven’t seen each other in three months, and for both of them it’s been practically torture. It’s one of the longest times they’ve been completely apart since they got together.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong met when the latter was fourteen and the former, fifteen. And the younger will admit, he believes he fell for him right then. He’s not even dramatizing, from the moment they met, he’s been doing things to catch the older’s attention. Seonghwa ignored him at first, not because he wanted to, but more because of their families. Their families aren’t exactly friends. Everyone’s civil with each other, of course since nobody wants unnecessary nation wide conflicts, but they would both be heavily looked down upon if they were to become friends, let alone partners. Seonghwa was simply being the responsible person he is, but Hongjoong still managed to break him down and get him to like him back. Even though it took a few years.

In recent years, the two have been able to spend a lot of time together, each spending months out of their own home countries. Having them go to social events together and develop a close friendship is purely for the media, and bringing the two monarchs closer together. Of course this is all for the public, their families still don’t really get along, with the exception of Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Seonghwa likes to say they’re just like Romeo and Juliet, without the double suicide.

Hongjoong has to resist his own instinct to bring Seonghwa into his arms.

“I’m much better now that you’re here. Was your flight alright?” He asked instead, receiving a nod in response. And his lips nearly pull upwards into a smile when he sees the light pink blush on Seonghwa’s face.

“It was fine.” Hongjoong’s eyes darken slightly, effectively changing the air around them.

“Good. So tell me…” he starts, and the tone of voice makes Seonghwa have to suppress a shiver, “what were you doing greeting San before me?” Seonghwa remains composed to the public eye, but the prince can tell exactly what his words are doing to him.

“He approached me first.” The taller responds, and Hongjoong hums, taking a step closer into his personal space.

“And you couldn’t walk away?”

“Unlike you, I have some decorum.” Hongjoong places his hand on the prince’s shoulder, his fingers digging slightly into his jacket, creasing the fabric. The action can’t be called anything more than innocent, though for Seonghwa, it is nothing close.

“It doesn’t take more than five minutes to exchange pleasantries.” He doesn’t give him the opportunity to answer, because he leans a little bit closer.

“Meet be in the bathroom in twenty minutes. If you’re late, there will be consequences, I don’t care if you’re talking to the fucking queen.” A sharp inhale, before the raven answers.

“I understand.” Hongjoong gives a little smirk, before moving an agonizing distance away, that being less than arm length.

“I missed you, Starlight.” Seonghwa was left with a love struck look on his face and a hummingbird heart as he watches his other half walk away.

Twenty five minutes later, and Seonghwa sits on one of the cushion chairs in the bathroom. He’s been waiting over ten minutes for Hongjoong since he went to the bathroom early in fear of being late. He’s been at the mercy of Hongjoong’s punishments plenty of times and as much as he loves them, he would rather get exactly what he wants after months of not seeing the other.

The second he hears the door open, his head jerks upwards to see Hongjoong entering with an expression that makes Seonghwa’s hands shake.

“Get in a stall.” He demands, and despite being in no position of power, Seonghwa questions it.

“Joong, we can’t do that here-“

“Seonghwa.” The younger’s eyes have darken and he almost looks angry.

The rational part of Seonghwa knows he’s not, he never gets mad at him, but the onyx haired man still goes in the closest stall, the other man following just a few steps behind.

Hongjoong turns the lock, and instead of pushing him into the corner like Seonghwa thought he would, he leans against the stall wall opposite of him.

“You’re all dressed up.” Is what he says, reaching over and running a hand down Seonghwa’s chest, where his heart is hiding behind his rib cage

“My pretty boy.”

“Yours.” The elder quickly responds, knowing what the young prince wants to hear.

“Yes.” Hongjoong smirks and finally gets into Seonghwa’s personal space, nosing at his neck and he tilts his to give more room.

“Did you miss me?”

“Yes, Hongjoong-“ his legs are spread by Hongjoong’s muscular one, and his thigh slots between Seonghwa’s, “I thought about you all the time. I missed you so much-“ Hongjoong laughs lightly into his ear.

“Are you sure you missed me much at all? Your attention was focused on someone else…” he accuses the raven before starting to bite at his neck, not hard enough to leave a mark.

“I needed to calm myself-I-how else would I resist kissing you in front of everyone?” Seonghwa just barely manages to get the words out, having already brought a hand to his boyfriend’s hair to stable himself as he licks up the side of his neck, before closing his mouth lightly over his earlobe. He rolls his hips against his boyfriend’s thigh.

“Are you needy baby?” He nods, so desperate for just a little more.

“Kiss me, love, kiss-“

“Shh..” Hongjoong covers Seonghwa’s mouth with his hand, just as they hear the door to the bathroom open.

He waits a few seconds before pulling his hand away, and Seonghwa tries to creating some sort of distance, but Hongjoong’s quick to stop him by pinning his wrist against the stall with a small shake of his head. Slowly, he leaned forward, resting his head so Seonghwa could feel every exhale against his neck as the hand not pinning him comes up to hold his face.

The touch was innocent, until the hand starts trailing down.

“Joongie-“ he starts to whisper, but stops himself.

“Quiet.” His hand slips under Seonghwa’s shirt and jacket, dragging his nails lightly on his abs, making the older man shiver. Hongjoong then pinches his nipple, making Seonghwa’s hips unconsciously buck forward against the his thigh, just adding to the pleasure.

Seonghwa uses his hand not pinned down and bites down on it to keep himself quiet. Usually he would bite on Hongjoong’s shoulder, but he can’t since he’s wearing his suit.

Suddenly, Hongjoong moves his hand and grabs Seonghwa’s crotch, making him cry out and jerk forward against the hand. The younger clicks his tongue,

“Having a hard time listening?” He asks, as if he isn’t at fault. Hongjoong does that a lot, makes impossible demands. After receiving no response, he grabs his face with one hand, forcing the other to look at him.

“Answer me.”

“Hongjoong, please-“ Seonghwa doesn’t try to control his voice that much, since he knows the room must be empty. Hongjoong would never let anyone other than himself hear, or even know what’s going on in moments like these. Less because of the scandal and more so out of respect.

Ignoring his partner’s begging, Hongjoong pulls away from him completely, only soothing Seonghwa’s small whine with a pat on his cheek.

“Hush now. I’m not fucking you in public baby, despite you not having barely any shame about it.” Hongjoong smiles as he looks at his hyung, who seems to have catch his breath a bit.

“I’m sure you would if you weren’t so possessive.” Seonghwa chimes back, with his head resting against the stall.

“Slut, you’re that willing to walk back out after just having cum in your pants?” Despite the harsh words, there’s a certain enduring tone that goes along with it. The young prince cups the other’s face between his hands and reaches up a bit to softly kiss Seonghwa, one he’s quick to return. Hongjoong’s lips are always so soft.

“I love you Hwa~” Hongjoong drawls out after pulling away and he starts fixing Seonghwa’s hair. He catches the younger’s hand and kisses it softly.

“I love you too.” Wrapping his arm around his waist, Hongjoong pulls Seonghwa against him, and lightly slaps his ass with the other hand.

“God, I can’t wait to get you alone.” He grabs a fist full of black hair, “I’m going to ruin you Seonghwa. I’m going to make you cry.” His eyes almost roll back at his partner’s words, the sudden switch from hot to sweet and back again is giving him whiplash, “Would you like that?”

“Yeah.” Hongjoong smiles and rubs his waist,

“Do you want me to stay with you for a bit?” Seonghwa shakes his head. He wouldn’t be able to calm down if he stayed.

“You go.” Going out at separate times brings less questions. Hongjoong nods and gives Seonghwa’s temple a quick kiss, before leaving the room.

Seonghwa stays in the stall for a bit, still a little out of it. After a minutes or two, he goes to the mirrors by the sink and sighs seeing he looks somewhat a mess. It’s the usual outcome of when he spends too much time alone with Hongjoong. After fixing his hair, and putting on more of a blank face, he goes back to where he is expected.

The rest of the night, Hongjoong had made sure to keep Seonghwa within eyesight. Maybe he was caught staring once or twice, but he really couldn’t give a shit, not when Seonghwa looks even more gorgeous now. A natural glow of sorts surrounded him, evidence of what they did earlier. Besides, it’s not like he’s watching with mal intent, he’s simply making sure his partner is alright. For Seonghwa, he’s a gentleman, sometimes. They had to stay for a few hours before they could both make up a reason to leave.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you?” Wooyoung teased Hongjoong when he said he was leaving early.

“Of course not. If anyone comes looking for me-“

“Yeah yeah, I got you.” Wooyoung assures the prince, making him grin.

“I owe you one.”

“Oh it’s much more than that.” He had to explain to many people that Hongjoong was feeling unwell that night, as well as coordinating a little excuse to give reason to Seonghwa’s mysterious absence as well. It’s safe to say he will ensure that the favour is returned.

The hotel room that Seonghwa is staying at is, well, suited for royalty. With a beautiful balcony that shows off the diversity of unique plants in the garden, golden details around the room and a king sized bed to finish it all.

Preferably, they would be at one of their own homes, in their own bedrooms. But even so, in an ideal world they would be able to live together, so both are used to settling.

Not to say that the location really matters, all they need is each other anyways.

“You know people are going to get suspicious of us one day?” Seonghwa mentions as he goes over to the spacious bathroom to take off his makeup.

“There’s only so many times we can leave the same room at the same time.” Hongjoong gives him a soft smile as he takes off his own tie, standing at the door way of the bathroom. Seonghwa always looks so pretty, but Hongjoong loves to see his face bare.

“I don’t see any problem.”

“Just a thought.” Seonghwa hums and looks at the man through the mirror, “Are you still jealous?”

“I’m never jealous.” Seonghwa ignores him.

“I don’t understand why you are. If anything I should be.”

“How so?” Hongjoong asks, just as Seonghwa has finished taking his makeup off. He walks past his partner and sits on the bed,

“You’re the one everyone wants.” He sighs in content, looking out the balcony window, “Not that it can be helped.”Hongjoong tilts his head, coming closer to the prince.

“You must be blind to not notice people’s stares.”

“I only ever notice you.” He responds, still not looking at his partner.

A piece of fabric is looped around Seonghwa’s neck, forcing his head up.

“That’s how it should be.” Hongjoong says, holding Seonghwa in place with his tie. In contrast to the hold he has on him, The younger very softly kisses the top of the ravens head. He’s soon released, and Hongjoong sits down beside him on the bed.

“Do you not hear what nearly everybody has to say about you whenever you walk by?” The elder asks as Hongjoong starts to kiss up his still covered arm.

“I don’t care what others have to say.” He kisses his shoulder, “Unless it’s about you.” Seonghwa lifts his hand up to Hongjoong’s hair when he starts to mouth at his neck,

“To properly answer your question.” He starts, “I am always jealous, of anyone who gets to be in your presence while I’m somewhere else. I should always be by your side, you belong to me after all.” Pulling away, Hongjoong grabs Seonghwa’s facing, forcing him to look at him,

“Not San. Not the men and women who want you in their bed. You’re mine, the way I’m yours.” He’s barely able to finish his sentence before Seonghwa practically jumps at him, roughly pressing their lips together in the real kiss he’s been waiting for. Unfazed, Hongjoong simply pulls the raven’s head back by his hair, covering a moan that follows from the slight pain. Using his hold on Seonghwa’s hair, Hongjoong guides his hyung to lay on the bed, after he uses his other hand to untuck the blackest and sheets, ruining the work of the hotel maid.

Once Seonghwa Is laying down, Hongjoong moves above him between his legs. Bending down, the younger starts unbuttoning Seonghwa’s jacket and dress shirt, kissing at the newly revealed skin all while he grinds against him. When Seonghwa’s upper body is completely bare, Hongjoong leans down and runs his tongue over his right nipple before latching on.

Hongjoong loves to properly worship Seonghwa, especially when they’ve been apart. He considers it an art form, so he forces himself to be patient, take his time to achieve the desired outcome. Hours can pass before Hongjoong sheds even one article of clothes, but his patience is always rewarded.

Seonghwa thrusts his hips upwards to meet the younger’s much too slow grind. In response, he is pinned down with a muscular arm.

“Stay still.” Hongjoong demands, switching sides and uses one hand to keep Seonghwa’s hips still, the other messaging his chest. He lets out a pleased sigh and tilts his head to rest his left cheek against the pillow, panting a little bit.

Eventually, Hongjoong sits up and moves over a bit so he could take off Seonghwa’s pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Lifting the elder’s right leg, he places a small kiss on his knee before continuing down his thigh, becoming more messy and leaving marks in his path. After giving the other thigh the same treatment, he runs his tongue over Seonghwa’s abdomen, making him whine a little.

“Joong.” He says, grabbing the younger’s hair in an attempt to pull him up, which is pretty useless. Hongjoong will only do what he pleases,

“Stop teasing.”

“You’re in no position to make commands baby.” Hongjoong grins, a sadistic look that Seonghwa is well acquainted with, “But you can beg as much as you want. I want you to, beg for me as if I’ll listen.” He frowns, any other time he may take Hongjoong words seriously, but he knows the man well.

“You’re so full of-“ his words are cut off when Hongjoong leans down and kisses him. He’s only allowed a second or two between each kiss to breathe, but that’s fine. The lightheadedness that the lack of air causes brings a certain fog to Seonghwa’s head, one that makes him forget everything except the man on top of him.

When Hongjoong does pull away, he removes the onyx haired boy last article of clothing. His eyes darken from the sight.

“Christ, Hwa you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He then leans over to the bedside table and grabs the bottle of lube his partner must have left and pours a generous amount on his fingers before putting it back. Reaching down, he circles Seonghwa’s rim with his index finger, before slowly pushing inside.

Seonghwa squeezes his eyes shut with a small gasp from the familiar feeling he’s been missing for months. Having Hongjoong this close to him, being connected in such a way. Both of them have missed it.

“Hongjoong~” he drawls his partner’s name, tilting his head up to gently kiss his still clothed chest, “Don’t tease.”

“Then what should I do?” Hongjoong grins, placing his unused hand onto the front of Seonghwa’s neck and pushing him back on the bed, before whispering in his ear “Tell me Hwa. How should I touch you? How should I demonstrate how I felt when I saw you for the first time in months talking with someone who wasn’t me?” He adds another finger, making Seonghwa gasp.

“How should I make you feel how much I missed you? How much I fucking adore you, all at the same time.” Seonghwa lets out a sharp moan when Hongjoong finally rubs against that spot.

So good

“C’mon. Tell me, what am I supposed to do?” The younger prince asks again, putting two more fingers into Seonghwa.

“Just shut up!” He whines, kicking his leg out of reflex, “Give me more. Take off your clothes. Do something.” Hongjoong hums, still driving Seonghwa insane with his touch. He’s relentless, and continues to push, push Seonghwa to the edge and just as he’s about to-

“Alright.” Hongjoong pulls his hand away, making Seonghwa groan in annoyance and tear up. He’s been on edge for hours now, since the moment he saw Hongjoong earlier that night.

With a quick motion, he takes off his shirt, before standing and stripping himself completely. Seonghwa can’t help but stare as if he was seeing him for the first time. Seonghwa has been to the most famous museums all over the world, and even priceless art works renowned for their beauty has no comparison to Hongjoong.

Getting back on the bed, Hongjoong grabs his thighs and Seonghwa takes the hint, wrapping his legs around the younger’s slim waist. Hongjoong leans down and kisses the black haired boy harshly. Seonghwa tastes the smallest amount of blood after Hongjoong bites his lip, he doesn’t mind. The elder moans out Hongjoong’s name when he moves to further mark his already bruised neck, screams it when Hongjoong enters him without warning.

“Shit.” He lets out a choked sound from feeling the elder instantly tighten around, it’s his favourite feeling, “What a good boy, taking me so well.”

“Fuck- Hongjoong.” Seonghwa thrashes a bit, but strong arms soon pin him to the sheets,

“Shhh. Settle down star.” Hongjoong whispers with a strained voice against his lips, before kissing Seonghwa softly. After a few minutes, he gets used to the stretch.

“You okay?” He asks, and receives a nod and a quick kiss,

“Now, hold onto something. I won’t be giving you any mercy.” Seonghwa grins, moving his hands to beside his head, fisting the sheets.

“Good thing I don’t want any.”

With that, Hongjoong places his hands beside Seonghwa’s head and pulls all the way out before pushing back in, repeating the process until he builds a steady pace. He always starts off a little slower, savouring the feeling of Seonghwa’s warmth around him.

“Shit baby.” Hongjoong moans into Seonghwa’s ear, as he starts rocking a little bit faster.

“I thought you were going to wreck me, love.” Seonghwa pants out with a smile, looking up at Hongjoong with half open eyes.

“Greedy little slut, aren’t you?” He comments, but he still rocks faster.

“Oh-“ Seonghwa gasps, twisting the sheets in his hands. Hongjoong roughly grabs his jaw with one hand, the other holding himself up.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, I’m-“ he keens when Hongjoong just brushes against that spot,

“Hongjoong- yes, please, please.” Reaching up as he pleas, Seonghwa grabs the man’s back and digs his nails into his shoulder blades.

Hongjoong hisses slightly from the sting of the scratches, it will probably scar, but he doesn’t really care. It would just add to his collection. It’s his consequence for making Seonghwa like this. Eyes closed, small bruises covering his chest and neck and even his thighs, saliva coating his lips and sweat dripping down his skin. It’s a sight for his eyes only, and that thought just spurs him on.

“You’re so beautiful, Hwa.” Hongjoong states the obvious, allowing himself to be pulled down to be practically chest to chest with Seonghwa, kissing at his neck and jaw and his already swollen lips,

“You’re so good. Such a good boy.” He lets out a particularly loud moan when he hears those words, making Hongjoong grin.

“Joongie.” He pants out, bringing one hand to the younger’s hair and pulling a little too hard, “Please.”

“What are you begging for baby?” Hongjoong hums the question in Seonghwa’s ear, still keeping up a steady pace,

“You want me to make you cum? Is that it?” He puts emphasis on his by hitching one of Seonghwa’s legs up a bit and thrusting hard, directly hitting his prostate.

“Yes- Hongjoong make-let me-“ The words Seonghwa babbles out don’t make any sense, let alone a actually sentence, but Hongjoong still smiles softly at his lover under him.

Usually, he would take the time to be mean. Force Seonghwa to find the words and make him mess up whatever he was trying to say. That’s for another night though.

So Hongjoong grabs the hand still locked in a tight grip to the roots of his hair.

“Oh sweetheart.”He kisses Seonghwa’s palm before intertwining their hands together and placing them on the bed.

“All you had to do was ask.”

The new pace Hongjoong sets rocks Seonghwa’s body up the bed a bit, so Hongjoong uses the hand not holding Seonghwa’s to cup his head. Just to prevent Seonghwa from hitting his head against the bed frame. His legs become limp and fall from around Hongjoong’s waist and on the bed.

“Feels so- so-“ Seonghwa attempts to speak between breaths, tears starting to fall from the relentless thrusts that Hongjoong is giving him. He kisses close to the corners of his hyung’s eyes to comfort him.

“Tell me Seonghwa.” Hongjoong asks, moving to mouth at his neck again, before leaning to reach the top of his chest, “How do you feel?”

“I-I-“ Seonghwa stutters, moving his hand to fist the sheets again, and unconsciously bucking his hips up with the younger’s movements,

“Close. Touch me please.”

Hongjoong, of course, knows exactly what Seonghwa wants. Having spent this entire night untouched is driving him insane.

“No.” He answers, patting the side of Seonghwa’s face. It’s so fucking condescending but makes Seonghwa feel so damn good,

“You don’t need that, you’re my good boy, right?” He nods, eyes rolling back as Hongjoong’s movements become more erratic.

“So all you need this.”

It takes barely anymore time for both of them to get to the edge, and Hongjoong tortures himself by forcing himself to wait longer, just until Seonghwa finishes.

“C’mon baby.” Hongjoong says to him, using one hand to rub his chest,

“Pretty, you’re so beautiful. Fuck- I missed you so much Hwa- I’m gonna fuck you stupid every single night.” He’s rambling at this point, and Seonghwa doesn’t really have the mental capacity to comprehend anything he says.

Hongjoong grabs his right leg and forces it over his shoulder that Seonghwa widely opens his eyes and lets out a silent scream as a new wave of tears stream from his eyes.

“Hongjoong!” The young prince leans down so they’re chest to chest again and it only takes one, two, three more rocks of his hips for the man under him to cum with the change of angle.

Seonghwa thrashes and lets out a long whine as Hongjoong continues to thrust into him, drawing out his pleasure until he’s overstimulated. Hongjoong pushes as deep as he can go, hips against Seonghwa’s ass. He kisses Seonghwa as he cums inside him, moaning his name into his mouth.

They both take a few minutes, Hongjoong resting against Seonghwa as the older man kisses the top of his head. When Hongjoong eventually finds the strength to move, he places a kiss to where Seonghwa’s heart flutters in his chest before rolling off him and onto his back. Seonghwa winces a little as he pulls out, still lightly panting with his mouth parted.

“You’re alright star?” Hongjoong questions, tilting Seonghwa’s head to face him. The only response he receives is a soft smile.

He gives the elder a lingering kiss on his lips before sighing and getting out of bed, going to the bathroom and coming back out with a damp cloth.

“I’m assuming you don’t want to shower now.” Hongjoong states as wipes Seonghwa’s stomach clean.

“Hmm… later.” He mumbles, and whimpers just a bit when Hongjoong cleans his sensitive hole the best as he can.

Hongjoong doesn’t protest, knowing there’s no point and crawls back into the bed and covers both of them with the heavy blanket. He smiles as Seonghwa throws a leg over his hips and rests against his chest. The rythme of his heart lulls him as he looks out the glass door of the balcony to the sky.

Hongjoong rubs his back as he runs his other hand through Seonghwa’s long black hair.

“Seonghwa.” He says after a few moments, and Seonghwa hums to let it be clear he’s listening,

“I love you. I will never be away for that long ever again. We’re going to move in together soon, get married and anything else you want. I want everyone to know who’s yours.” Seonghwa hums, dragging his fingers along Hongjoong’s chest.

“We will be disowned.” He states, closing his eyes as the matter does not concern him much. At least not at the moment.

“At this point I hope so.” Hongjoong mumbles, grinning when Seonghwa slaps his chest softly.

“We can talk about it later.” Seonghwa tells him, nuzzling closer to him.

“Yeah.” Hongjoong starts to sit up, making Seonghwa do the same just for him to see that easily identifiable evil glint in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asks, against his better judgement as Hongjoong leans over and picks something up from the floor.

“We have to make up for lost time, right?” Hongjoong smirks, snapping the tie he now holds in his hands, “Besides, the fact you’re not unconscious right now tells me we’re not done.”

Seonghwa, still breathless, grins and brings his hands to rest over his head on the pillow. A clear invitation.

“Then get over here and take me.” Hongjoong runs his hand over Seonghwa’s jaw before whispering against his lips,

“With pleasure.”