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The Cookout

✧ Summary: You and Chris visit your family for a cookout during one of his tour stops. ✧ ✧ Word Count: 5.8k ✧ Warnings: Black! Reader implied, slice of life, fluff, slight humor, typical family antics, Chris is a family man and your family loves him, pregnancy jokes, slightly suggestive ending(?) ✧ ✧ Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns ✧ ✧ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as Baby, Babe, Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Mr. Bahng, lightly edited, ever since Chan said he had soul food I made this my sole duty to write, potentially thinking of a part 2 or mini series ✧ Playlist: Finesse - Bruno Mars, Summertime - DJ Jazzy Jeff, Feels Like Summer - Childish Gambino, Love - Musiq Souldchild ✧ Stray Kids Masterlist ✧ General Masterlist

“I hope you understand the emotional turmoil I just had to go through after telling Felix we were just visiting my aunt and uncle for the day.”

Chris’s laugh echoed from the room’s ensuite, followed by a smug, “I mean, that is what we’re doing!”

“Oh, of course, how could I be so stupid? It’s just a nice little visit – and it’s just a coincidence that both of our parents are gonna be there, and some more of my family, a couple of family friends, and a completely out of the blue cookout everyone seemed oddly prepared for!” You huffed out an exasperated laugh as you finished the final touches on your hair in front of the floor length mirror, “Changbin and Hyunjin are gonna be so pissed when they find out.”

The sound of footsteps neared the bathroom’s door before Chris walked through, arms up and behind his head as he fiddled with the clasp of a silver necklace he decided to wear; an amused smile stretching his lips, making his dimples pop with ease.

“Find out what? That I’m spending time with my girlfriend and family, like any other boyfriend would?”

“That we’re hiding the fact that it’s a cookout, Chris!” You couldn’t help but mirror his amusement, staring at his reflection with narrowed eyes, “You know my auntie would love more mouths to feed.”

“And you know that as much as I’d love to invite them, it felt like it would be too much to organize with our managers – besides, the boys planned stuff for themselves, too.” Finally getting the clasp to latch, he dropped his arms as he walked toward you, wrapping them around your waist instead and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Are you really upset that I didn’t check and see?”

Catching his soft, puppy-eyed look in the mirror you pursed your lips, trying in vain to hold your smile back before shaking your head; you could physically feel the tension leave his body as he held you a little tighter.

“No, baby, I was just messing with you – though I was serious about Changbin and Hyunjin being pissed – Auntie Deb made ribs and there’s no way they won’t smell that sauce on us.”

Chris let out a low groan, eyes rolling as he could practically taste the barbeque on his tongue, “I skipped breakfast for those ribs, I hope you know that.”

“And I skipped it for the turkey legs, so,” reaching into your back pocket, you took out your phone and swiped open the camera, putting your free hand on top of his while he tucked his face into the crook of your neck before taking the picture. “I guess we’re two sides of the same coin, right?”

“There’s gonna be turkey legs?!” His voice vibrated against your collar, earning a squeal in response.

“Yeah, apparently your significant other’s world tour is a big enough reason to make them so, surprise!” Patting his hand, you knocked the side of your head against his, “Now, can we get an actual picture before heading out?”

Moving to press a quick kiss to your cheek, Chris lifted his head, pressing his cheek against yours before smiling bright – pulling an equally bright smile out of you as you snapped the picture – followed by a few more with slight changes in the pose.

You pocketed your phone, ready to slip from his hold until he slid his own phone out, the tips of his ears turning a cherry red within the mirror.

“Two more, yeah?”

Nodding, you let his arm wrap higher around your waist while he huddled closer, both of your faces obscured by his phone in the reflection – snap – while the atmosphere grew warmer by the second.

Turning your head, you caught your first full glance of his face without the mirror and it didn’t take long for his gaze to settle on you either; warm, soft, and twinkling with something that made your heart flutter. Noticing the way his eyes flickered to your lips, you couldn’t help but giggle before tilting your chin up in offering; one he welcomed graciously as he closed the gap with ease.

The sound of the digital shutter came and went, and you were the first to part with a soft breath, his nose gently grazing against yours in the close space.

“I really think we should head out, now.”

Chris went to speak however his stomach beat him to the punch, grumbling loudly in protest of everything that was currently happening, leading to the two of you breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, okay, that’s our sign – or else the next one would’ve been a hangry princess, and I don’t think I can handle that on an empty stomach.” He nuzzled his nose further against yours, pecking your lips quickly before swiftly slipping away from you with high pitched giggles in his wake.

“Hey, watch yourself! Don’t make me leave you here, ‘cause I will.” Gathering your bag and slipping into your shoes, you met him at the room’s door, watching as he did a mental check of all his things; breaking his focus to give you a devious smirk.

“I don’t think grandma would appreciate that, now would she? What was it she said last time?” Eyebrows pinched in a faux thinking face, he smiled, “Oh, right, ‘Whenever I see her face, I better see yours too, baby baby.’ So, you’re kinda stuck with me, little one.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes yet smiling at the memory you held close to your heart, “Then let’s go, baby baby.”

The drive from the hotel to your aunt and uncle’s place wasn’t too far, yet you both treated the drive as if it were a mini road trip; the two of you singing to the shuffling playlist as Chris drove, while you upheld your passenger princess duties of adding to the queue, pointing out animal farms off the side of the highway, and minding him of route updates seconds after the automated GPS voice spoke. Eventually, the car rolled down the slightly packed street of their home, a spot left empty specifically in front of the house for its esteemed guests.

“That’s– That’s dad’s rental, I thought they couldn’t make it until later?” Chris spoke – mostly to himself – as he parallel parked, checking to make sure he wasn’t too far out, or too close to the car behind him.

“Oh! Right, my uncle asked if there was anything specific your parents wanted to have grilled and I called your mom to check, then she talked to your dad and somewhere down the line it ended up with them showing up sooner and your dad helping out on the grill.” You waved your hand flippantly with a shake of your head, turning toward him, “Even though my aunt really wanted your parents to be guests and simply enjoy, she sorta got over it when your mom said it wasn’t an issue – something about men in the family not taking easy to being catered to.”

His eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly, “What– She said that?!”

You smirked, “No, I did, and you can’t tell me that’s not the truth!”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.” Chris groaned as your delighted giggles filled the car, “And it’s not even like that, we just…”

“Mhm? Go on?”

“We like being useful.”

“Of course, babe,” you cooed, poking his cheek lightly, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He groaned once more as he got out of the car, leaving you to your amused laughter while he came around your side and opened the door. “Come on, before I start getting hangry.”

Without wasting any more time, you got out of the car and slid your hand in his – squeezing it gently – before leading him down the pavement driveway toward the backyard; music and the smell of the grill floating through the air like a lure.

Opening the gate, you were welcomed to the sight of familiar faces – both familial and friendly – before locking eyes with your mom, a wide smile growing on her face as she opened her mouth–

“Y/n! Chris!”

Her thunder was quickly stolen by a small hoard of your younger cousins running toward the two of you, the elders of the bunch exchanging quick hugs and greetings while the younger ones began vying for attention from whoever they could gain it from.

“Did you know Jada met someone when she went to band camp?” Your cousin – and her sister – Amber, spoke quickly as she heard a sharp gasp come from behind her. “Someone she likes-”

“I did not! Shut up, Amber!” Jada dragged her sister away, making whatever noises she could to block out Amber’s excited ramblings.

“Oh, god – Okay, you two gotta tell me everything later, okay?” You laughed as you watched them bicker, turning to see Chris in a riveting conversation with another cousin.

“...and then it was super wiggly! So, my dad said he would take it out and I thought it would hurt, but he let me tie it to my race car and drive it around and then it came out like POP! And it didn’t hurt! Then I put it under my pillow and I got two dollars!”

“Wow, Jaden, that’s so cool! I wish I could get money for my teeth, but none of them are wiggly anymore.”

“Really? But Nana doesn’t have any of her teeth, maybe you can ask her!”

You pressed your lips together tightly, nearly choking on a laugh as the cousins who could understand the context made varying noises of ‘Oop!’ and ‘Pfft!’, watching eagerly for your boyfriend’s reaction.

Chris’s shoulders shook as he held in his laugh, nodding enthusiastically, “S-Sure thing, buddy! I’ll do that, t-thank you.”

Through with their form of a welcome wagon, they all dispersed to allow for the adults to say their hello’s; the first being your parents and Chris’s mother.

“Oh, Chris!” Your mom wasted no time in engulfing him in a big hug, squeezing him gently before holding him at arm’s length, “How’re you? You better be getting some rest on that road, and eating too! You know it’s crazy out there, have you guys been staying in good places? Look at you, you’re getting so big – do they have you working out? Even when you’re so busy?”

“Ma…” You chided lightly, though Chris’s lighthearted laughs curbed your embarrassment.

“I’m doing great, Ma’am; I’m getting lots of rest and I’m eating regularly – Y/n definitely makes sure of that – and our label and management has been making sure all of our hotel stays have been private and safe.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, a light blush turning the tips of his ears, “And, I’ve been trying to stay on top of my daily workouts since we’re moving around a lot.”

“Alright, but if they start running you ragged just call me, I’ll tell ‘em about themselves real quick.”

“Mom!”

Your pointed whine made her laugh as she released Chris, “I’m just messing with you – but, still, keep taking care of yourself, you hear me?” She walked toward you with equally open arms, hints of a taunt still lingering in the smile she wore, “Hi, my baby girl.”

“Hi, Ma,” stepping into her embrace, you released a breath you never knew you were holding, “I was starting to think you disowned me for him for a second.”

“If you don’t hush with those lies.” She chided you now, her arms squeezing tighter around you, “Lord knows how much I missed you.”

“I missed you too, so much.”

“How are you? He treating you good? Everything fine with you being on this tour with them?”

You nodded without hesitation, “I’m great– He’s treating me great, Ma. Everything’s great, the tour has been wonderful so far – hot, but wonderful, and he made sure all of my accommodations were taken care of once we got the green light.”

“Good, as long as he’s treating you the way you should, and you’re feeling good about all this, that’s all we need to know.”

Over her shoulder, you spotted your dad talking to Chris, easy smiles on both of their faces as they spoke.

With one final squeeze, she made way for your dad to swoop you into his arms as if he was waiting for her to have her fill. “Hey, little princess.”

Hugging him back with fervor, you tucked your head against his chest, “Hi, daddy.”

There were no words needed in that moment, just the feeling of his embrace and the sound of his heart against your ear.

“He being a gentleman?”

You laughed, nodding, “Yes, dad, he’s taking care of me.”

“And you?”

“I’m taking care of myself, too, don’t worry.”

“We’ll never stop worrying about you, you know that.”

Squeezing him a bit tighter, you nodded, “I know.”

With a quick kiss to your temple, he made his way over to your mother’s side before heading back toward their table; giving you just enough time to blink away a few grateful tears as Chris’s mom stepped forward.

She pulled him into a hug first, holding him for a moment before pulling back with a bright smile, “I feel like I’ve given you a hug every week since the tour began.”

Chris laughed, dimples on full display, “That’s because you have! We’ve hugged more times these past few months than we have in the whole first half of the year!”

“Good! That means I’ll have a record to beat for the next year, and the years after that.” Her voice was light with a teasing song, her hands reaching up to cup his face, lightly smushing his cheeks.

“Mom!” He whined, Korean slipping naturally against his tongue as he “tried” to wiggle out of her grasp.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the interaction, watching as she murmured something softly to him before she turned her sights to you; her gaze remaining warm and motherly as she pulled you into her arms.

“Thank you for inviting us here, your family is so welcoming.” She squeezed you tight before stepping back, keeping your hands in hers.

“It’s nothing, Mrs. Bahng; it was only right to, my family wanted to celebrate Chris and that included celebrating you and Mr. Bahng, too.”

Her smile grew, her face glowing under the bright afternoon sun as she squeezed your hands once more before going back to her seat near your mother.

“Ready for more hello’s?” You grinned up at him, knowing full and well which tables you had to hit first to keep the welcome train going.

Chris nodded without hesitation, smiling at you as his hand reached down to hold your own, “I’ve been waiting for this, let’s do it.”

With silent reassurance, the two of you made your way through tables filled with aunts, uncles, and cousins who missed the initial welcome wagon; laughing at familial jabs and sharing quick snippets about the tour life until you reached the final table – grandmas.

“Christopher! Oh, come here!” Your grandmother beamed as she all but dragged him into a hug that he readily accepted, hugging her with almost equal force. “It’s so good to see you, how’s everything?”

“Everything’s good, Ms. Theresa, I’m just happy to see you!” Looking at you with a sly smirk, he spoke, “Y/n’s been threatening me all day about not coming.”

You gasped incredulously, glaring at him – though the playful glint in your eyes dulled its sting – and crossing your arms, “Chris!”

Your name fell from your grandma’s lips in mock astonishment, letting go of your boyfriend to “scold” you. “You’re threatening people? I thought we raised you better than that?!”

“It wasn’t a threat, it’s more like a promise I should’ve kept…” You huff dramatically, sticking your tongue out at the supposed “victim” – laughing as he grabbed his chest with a wounded gasp – before snuggling up to your grandmother. “Anyways, hi grandma! I missed you – and your cooking – but mostly you!”

She pinched your cheek as she hugged you, earning a soft squeal, “I missed mostly you, too – and stop bullying Chris, he’s a nice man.”

Hearing the sounds of his snickers behind her, you sucked in a breath and nodded, “Okay, I will.”

Moving from her, the two of you made your way to the final family member sitting comfortably in the chair of her walker.

“Hey, grandma,” you spoke carefully as you leaned down to hug her, her arms coming up gently to pat your back while a soft kiss was pressed to the apple of your cheek.

“Hi, baby baby – how you?” Your great grandmother cooed, a relaxed smile set on her wise features, eyes set on you with unbridled focus.

“I’m doing good, been busy traveling and all…” Your lips pulled into a small smile as you tilted your head slightly, “I got someone special here to see you.”

Blinking at you, she turned her head to look up at Chris, eyes squinting slightly in the process. You laughed to yourself as you reached up to pull her glasses from resting on the top of her head, perching them delicately on the bridge of her nose.

“Miss lady, if you wear your glasses you can start to half see someone!”

“I can see just fine!” Shooing your hand away, she blinked a few more times before her face lit up, the peaceful smile she once wore now bursting with joy. “Chris – come here and give me a hug! I outta beat your butt for not coming to me first!”

Chris laughed, bashful and pitched, as he leaned down for a hug, “I’m sorry, grandma, we were saving the best for last!”

“Mhm, you better have.” Gracing his cheek with a kiss, she pulled back, staring at him a little longer, “Your hair wasn’t always this long, was it?”

“No, Ma’am, it was really short last time, I started growing it out… in May? Yeah, early May.”

“That’s good, that’s good, you’re getting bigger too – it’s all that sun – you got a little tan, don’t you?” She hummed happily, patting his cheek, “Means you’re healthy; look at you, my baby baby.”

Your great grandmother couldn’t see the blush taking over his ears, but you had the perfect front row seat and you were loving every moment of it as you carefully fixed a strand of his hair.

“Yeah, grandma, and he wouldn’t stop talking about how much he couldn’t wait to be here.” You teased lightly, causing Chris’s bashful smile to grow as he stood straight and tugged you against his side with a retaliating squeeze. “I couldn’t wait either, I’ve been craving mom’s mac and cheese for days!”

The elderly woman nodded, careful eyes studying you, “Mhm- You ain’t pregnant, are you?”

Chris choked on his own spit, falling into a coughing fit while you frantically shook your head, already feeling the eyes of anyone who overheard now burning holes into your body.

“No! No, no, no, nothing like that, grandma! I’m just hungry!”

“Respectfully,” he added once he caught his breath, blush highlighting his face yet an easy, comfortable smile settled on his lips, “I’d like to marry her first, grandma.”

His addition didn’t make things any better for you as a chorus of “Ooh”s and a flurry of encouraging “Okay!”s floated around, embarrassment hotter than the sun beating down on you.

“Food’s ready!”

You couldn’t have been more grateful for your aunt’s call, taking it as your opportunity to duck out of the conversation with Chris in tow.

Music danced through the warm summer air, the delighted yells and squeals of children playing interjecting like unnecessary adlibs, and conversation flowed with ease amongst your family.

You and Chris sat at the opposite end of your parents’ table, several paper plates occupying the space in front of you filled to the brim with meats from the grill and sides from several foil pans.

“I’m so sorry for what you’re about to witness.” You spoke as you hastily gathered a few braids into a quick ponytail, eyes set on your first target of interest; the baked macaroni and cheese.

“Sweetheart, we’ve been together for years-” picking up his fork, Chris began to pile on some collard greens, “-and I’ve seen you demolish a seafood boil in under 45 minutes with no gloves, nothing can scare me away now.”

Huffing out a laugh, you rolled your eyes, “Thank you so much for reminding me, Channie, I definitely needed that.”

He bumped his shoulder with yours, a smug smirk pulling at his lips, “Any time, baby.”

With that, your unofficial mukbang began; from collard greens to potato salad, candied yams to cornbread, mac and cheese, pasta salad, corn on the cob, ribs, prime rib roast, and turkey legs, it was definitely a cookout.

You weren’t sure if either one of you took a proper breath while eating, not one word said save for the sounds of delighted hums and euphoric groans from every bite taken.

Chris was the first to stop for a breather, a non-oily hand gripping his red solo cup for dear life as he took heavy gulps, sweet tea effectively quenching his thirst. “Oh… my god.” His eyes shifted over to you – your eyebrows furrowed with unbridled determination as you bit into a rib – and he laughed heartily. “Worth the wait?”

Humming in affirmation, you went in for another bite without hesitation, the perfectly cooked meat practically falling off of the bone.

He chuckled, wiping his hands with a napkin – despite mentally preparing to dig in again – until he felt a tug at his shirt, too low to be from one of the adults. Turning, he looked down to see a pair of wide brown eyes staring right back at him and his heart soared.

“Tianna!”

The three-year-old smiled brightly, any air of nervousness now gone at the squeal of her name as she squeaked back in equal excitement, “Channie!”

Lifting her with ease, he sat her in his lap and wiggled, earning a high pitched laugh in return. “Hi! You look so pretty, I like your dress,” he cooed, helping her smooth out her jean overall dress before tugging at the ruffled yellow sleeves of her undershirt. “Did you eat already?”

She nodded happily, leaning back as if he were her personal lounging chair. “Yeah, I ate mac and cheese and a hot dog, and drank juice.”

“Wow, that sounds like it was really good, Tia – what else did you do today?”

The young girl took off on a colorful recollection of her morning, from brushing her teeth with her older brother to a detailed explanation of the children’s show she watched before needing to get dressed; she especially mentioned a certain fox plush she wanted to bring for the car ride over.

“...but mommy said it would make the others sad that I didn’t bring them too, so foxy stayed home.” She finished with a quick huff, winded from her own storytelling as her small hands drummed against his arm almost rhythmically.

Chris hummed thoughtfully, “Ooh, well maybe next time you can bring FoxI.Ny next time, yeah?”

Tianna nodded out a small, “Yeah”, as she looked around the table, taking in the people and things that occupied the space.

Making sure the young girl was secure in his lap, Chris went back to his plate, peeling off a piece of his turkey leg before popping it into his mouth.

“Channie? What’s that?”

“Hm?” Peeking down, he saw her tiny finger pointing at the turkey leg, “It’s turkey.”

“Like thank-giving?”

He chuckled, nodding even though she couldn’t see, “Kinda like thanksgiving, yeah; you wanna try some?” When she nodded, he hummed, “Okay, well, let’s ask Y/n if you can have some, okay?”

You perked up at the sound of your name, swallowing down the last of your potato salad as you turned toward your boyfriend, only to internally melt at the sight of your youngest cousin in his arms. “Tia Mia! Where have you been, I missed you so much!”

She smiled, baby teeth on full display as she kicked her feet, “I was talking with Channie!” Her head turned to look at the man behind her – pointing for extra measure – before looking back at you with a soft pout, “Um, can I please have some turkey?”

“Turkey, hm?” Shifting your eyes to the man above her, you held back the laugh that bubbled within you; his face was wrapped in an expression that screamed whipped, his eyes twinkling in a silent plea and his own plump lips set in a puppy pout. “Okay, fine, but only if you give me a kiss for not saying hi to me first.”

With an excited nod of agreement, you leaned down for her to press a quick kiss to your cheek, just for you to take her tiny face in your hand and smother her chubby cheeks in kisses and noms, her laughter coming out in high pitched squeals.

“Say hi to me first next time, and I’ll get you ice cream, alright?” You laughed after pressing a final kiss to her forehead, relenting as her small hands attempted to push you back.

Breathless and glowing with joy, she turned back to see Chris peeling a smaller piece of turkey off the leg before handing it to her, murmuring a small “Chew carefully” as he watched her eat.

Your heart bloomed at the sight, admiring their comfortable bond despite the mere handful of times Tianna actually met him in person; she had him wrapped around her tiny finger and he was none the wiser.

“Chris, you want me to hold her while you finish eating?”

“Nah,” he shook his head as he pulled his plate closer to his right, out of reach from the young girl before he picked up his fork, “I got her – you finished?”

You huffed out a laugh, looking at your graveyard of plates, “I’m so finished, if I even look at another rib I might explode… I might take some back to the hotel, though.”

“Y/n! Auntie Deb made strawberry shortcake!”

Your head snapped in the direction of Amber’s voice, spotting her and a few others starting to gather near the dessert table; a weary, yearning sigh vibrating from your throat.

There was a hearty laugh – warm and familiar – and you looked back at Chris with a pointed glare; not that he was paying you any mind as he fed Tianna some of his mac and cheese.

“Don’t even try to stop yourself, baby, go get it.”

“It’s not a case of ‘I shouldn’t’, it’s a case of ‘do I do it now’, and–”

“There’s banana pudding, too!” Your uncle called next, amusement threaded through his voice.

This caught Chris’s attention, his eyes snapping to yours with determination burning behind his irises, “Baby.”

There was no hesitation as you rose from your seat, gathering your empty plates and his singular finished one with a nod, “Heard you, I’ll see if there’s containers.”

The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden rays through the trees in the still warm air; the backyard slightly emptier from family members making their journey back home. The plates that decorated the still occupied tables were dotted with traces of whipped cream, icing, fruit juices and stems, or ice cream as whatever was left of the main courses were brought into the house for safe keeping.

You laughed at the conclusion of a story Jada was telling, thoroughly amused as your other cousin, Miles, began adding in moments from his side of the situation; glancing beside you to see Chris smiling softly, one arm stretched across the back of your chair while the other wrapped securely around Tianna.

The small girl had fallen asleep in his lap after finishing a small bowl of chocolate ice cream and a rather large strawberry, her cheek smushed against his chest with the evidence of her sweet ending staining his white t-shirt.

He caught your gaze, eyebrow raising slightly, “You okay?”

Nodding, a small smile curved your lips, “Yeah, I’m good-” turning your head to the sky, you sighed before looking back, “-should we get ready to head back to the hotel?”

“Do you wanna leave now?” His questioning expression shifted into a soft stare, tilting his head, “We can stay longer if you want, I don’t mind.”

Of course, he would leave the decision up to you – knowing full and well how important spending time with family was while living so far away – and although part of your heart ached to stay, it was getting late, Chris’s parents had already left, and he had an early morning schedule for rehearsals.

“It’s okay, I feel like if we stay any longer I’ll be knocked out just like Tia.” You reached out and brushed your fingers against her fluffy, curly ponytail, “Besides, if we leave now we’ll avoid the meltdown of her seeing her favorite person leaving.”

“Yeah, so you better make sure you give her a kiss goodnight before we go, or else you won’t be the favorite anymore.” Chris grinned before standing up, cradling Tianna and bringing her to Miles who waited with open arms.

“You guys are leaving?” Amber frowned, watching as you stood with a long awaited stretch.

“Mhm, gonna hit the road before it gets too dark out…” You hugged Miles and leaned down to press a soft kiss to Tianna’s forehead, before tiredly dragging your feet toward her and her sister; leaning down to pull them both into a hug. “I promise to come visit again soon, we can make a cousins weekend out of it!”

Both girls nodded begrudgingly as they held your arms, Jada wishing you both a safe drive back while Amber whispered a playful “Or just fly us out to South Korea!”

Giving Chris time to get his own goodbye hugs in, you both made your way into the house for the remaining farewells; exchanging more hugs and well wishes, while adamantly reassuring your grandmothers that six containers of food was more than enough for both you, Chris, and the horde of men back at the hotel.

“Be safe, you two!” Your mother called from the couch, “Tell the boys we said hi and we miss them.”

Chris nodded, dimples on full display as he fixed his fold on the reusable bags containing the to-go boxes, “Will do, ma’am.”

Opening the front door for him, you waved at your remaining family with a full heart, “See you later! I’ll text when we make it to the hotel.”

Slipping out before your grandmother could suggest taking yet another to-go container, you and Chris secured the food in the back seat of the rental before setting off on the road once more.

The drive was quiet – comfortable, 2000’s R&B floating through the speakers as you focused on the open highway ahead until you felt something brush against your left hand. Looking down, a small smile curved your lips as Chris’s hand slid its way under yours, prompting you to intertwine your fingers with his before squeezing it in earnest.

“Doin’ okay?”

Glancing up, you caught his warm, yet inquisitive, gaze before it snapped back to the road and your heart swelled; a warmth settling over you like a blanket on a cold night. It was just one day, not even a full day, and yet it was a moment in your life you’d treasure forever; a moment you would have never gotten if he hadn’t insisted on you joining him for the North America stretch of the tour, taking his own free time fine tuning the schedules and small details so not even management could deny his request.

There was nothing you needed to worry about, from accommodations and tickets, to concert seating and exclusive access after the show, Chris had it all figured out; all that he asked of you was to blow him a kiss if he managed to spot you in the crowd – and you did, every single time.

“Yeah,” your voice was soft, your thumb stroking the side of his finger slowly, “I just love you.”

He made a noise, a huff of a chuckle while a small smile tugged at his lips, “I thought you’d be sleepy, not sentimental, baby.”

“I can be both, Christopher!” Lighthearted laughter filled the car, and you let out a small breath, “But no, really, everything that you’ve done for me – everything you continue to do… I think it just hit me how much you love me, and I just hope that you know I love you just as much – even more, but we both know you’d argue the opposite.”

“Hey, of course I know you love me! I feel it every time you check on me throughout the day, every time you remind me to take a break and eat an actual meal that isn’t a protein shake with supplements, and in the times when I can only say goodnight over the phone even though I know you’d rather have a kiss and an arm around your waist.”His tone was raw and honest, leaving no space for argument as he continued, “I knew this would be the best chance for us to see your family together, but there was no way in hell I was flying you out for one day knowing I’d just make you stick around for the rest of the stops.”

Chuckling lightly, he shrugged, “Besides, I might’ve had this planned since management started scheduling for the tour.”

You gasped – shock, astonishment, and unmitigated gall dropping your jaw as you stared at the side of his head, “You did not!”

Chris simply grinned, raising your hand to press a chaste kiss to the back of it. “If there’s a way to bring you wherever I go, you can bet I’m gonna find it because I love you.”

“God,” you sighed dramatically, letting your entwined hands fall back to your thigh, “I might just have to give you a baby for that, I can’t even lie.”

“Oh my god, babe-” His bashful, high-pitched squeaky laughter only spurred you on to continue your teasing rant.

“You’re responsible, reliable, great with planning, my family loves you, the children adore you – either you’re getting me pregnant, or I’m getting you pregnant, there’s no in between.”

“I’m gonna choose to ignore everything you’re saying for my own sanity.”

“And he cares about his mental health? Yeah, you’re getting twins.”

“What?!”

Melting into lighthearted giggles, you lifted his hand to grant him with a kiss as he did to yours – stomachs full and hearts even fuller as the dulcet tones of Musiq Soulchild floated through the speakers.

Epilogue

“I can’t believe I let her convince me to take so much food with us.”

“I mean-”

“Chris.”

“It’s not too bad, though!”

You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched him carefully readjust the takeout containers in the mini fridge; amazed that he was able to somehow fit all six in such a small space, yet mildly annoyed that all of the leftovers had to be finished within the next day.

“See?” His head turned to meet your analytic stare, nodding his head toward the fridge before closing it with ease. “Told you it’s not bad – now we’ve got food for lunch and dinner, and there’s plenty for the kids if they want some, too.”

“Oh, what ever would I do without you, Mr. Bahng? How can I repay you?”

Taunting in a southern drawl, you bent down to run your fingers through his hair, only for him to push himself to his feet and wrap an arm around your waist with a smirk.

“I’m a simple man, Miss, a kiss would do.”

An airy hum floated past your lips, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders as you pulled him down for a simple kiss; lips grazing each other in the lightest of pecks before you settled back with a small smirk. “There, that work for you?”

He held you a little tighter, dipping his head to brush his nose against yours, “Maybe just one more…”

You giggled, suppressing a shiver from the feeling of his breath fanning against your lips. “One more?”

“Well, there were a lot of containers – Five more should balance it out, yeah?”

“Five?” Scoffing out a laugh, you ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, “How about this, cowboy – we get ready for bed, and I’ll kiss you as many times as you want. Sounds like a deal?”

Grinning devilishly, Chris snuck his fingers underneath the raised hem of your t-shirt, tracing nondescript shapes and relishing in the light catch of your breathing.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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frequentlykit · 9 days ago

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I LIKE YOUR FACE

Ship: bf!skz x gn!reader (female presenting in Hannie's only)

Warning: slightly suggestive content (Lee Know, Hyunjin)

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frequentlykit · 9 days ago

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ni-ki’s bf habits

18+

͟͟͞♡ contains : suggestive themes/explicit content, female reader, established relationship (obviously), comfort, and fluff.

!!! not proofread

wc : 0.8k

forehead kisses

⊹ ni-ki will always greet you with the sweetest kiss on your forehead. would peck you on the lips twice and then nod his head upwards as an indicator for you to tilt your head up so he could kiss your forehead. if you forget and don’t see him nod his head, he literally will grab ur head in both hands and do it himself (yes please).

makes life easier for you

⊹ don’t get me wrong, this boy is the BIGGEST pain in the ass and loves to tease you to your breaking point. however, if he knows you’re going through a rough time or sees you acting more down than usual, he’ll try to clean up, do the laundry, cook or order something so it arrives as soon as you get home, etc. ni-ki genuinely hates seeing upset and would do anything to make life a little easier for you.

obsessed with your legs

⊹ your legs are just so pretty ni-ki HAS to have them over his lap at all times. precisely with his hand on top, rubbing at your soft skin. he adores seeing you in a short flowy dress or skirt. not even in a perverted way, he just thinks they compliment you so well :(

plays with your jewelry

⊹ ni-ki is a man who loves some good jewelry. he loves to spin rings, tug on brackets, put on your necklaces for you, the list goes on. when he’s anxious or just bored ni-ki will take your hand in his and spin your rings around ur finger like and anxiety ring and it really helps him calm down.

collarbone addict

⊹ just like your legs, ni-ki is obsessed with your entire neck area. jawline, neck, earlobes, collarbones, etc. it’s the area he likes to kiss and bite the most while his cock is splitting you open.

flowers always

⊹ ni-ki really struggles to express to you how he feels through words so he tries his best to show you how much he adores you through actions. he tries to get you flowers often, but not too often that it makes receiving them less special. on special occasions, ni-ki loves to spend his money on even bigger bouquets usually paired with an expensive pair of heels.

hand holding

⊹ deep down this boy is so soft for the person he loves. and while he might dislike expressing his emotions, that all goes away when you two are intimate. ni-ki knows how much of a privilege it is to have you underneath him. he knows as a woman (especially if it’s your first relationship), how difficult it must be to trust man with your body. so it doesn’t matter how long the two of you have been having sex, or if he’s the 40th man you’ve been with, he’s always gonna hold your hand the entire way through. it also brings him a sense of stability and comfort too but he’d never tell you that.

fights

⊹ he is always the first to apologize after an argument. right after the fight, he’ll probably ignore you for a little and maybe even act little childish, but the thought of you being mad at him genuinely makes him sick so ni-ki will always try to talk to you about whatever happened as soon as he gets over his little emo act.

old western movies/shows

⊹ ni-ki loves to watch old western movies and shows with you. specifically the ones that are a little less well-known. he just loves the completely different vibe they bring as well as the boring bits that allow him to drag his fingers down the waistband of your pants and play with your clit until the show or movie gets intresting again.

deep talks

⊹ at the beginning of your relationship he would definitely avoid having these. despite being obsessed with you, ni-ki hates feeling vulnerable and sees anything emotional as a sign of weakness. however, after a few months of dating he’ll start to realize that no matter how emotional he gets, it never changes the way you look at him. so deep talks become a regular thing before the two of you go to bed, sometimes never even going to bed because you get too deep in conversation. ni-ki just loves the way your brain works and how the both of you can disagree on things but still find ways to understand each other.

walks around the city

⊹ his favorite thing to do is to take long walks with you in the city past midnight. the two of you generally don’t even speak during the walk but having your hand in his, and the crisp air hitting his face with every step gives him the chance to clear his head.

tracing “imperfections”

⊹ ni-ki loves whatever marks are on your body. whether that’s scars, freckles, stretch marks, he loves it all. he traces those imperfections all the time and would be confused if you tried to stop him because he truly doesn’t see anything wrong with them.

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frequentlykit · 10 days ago

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Work of Art

Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, hyunjin is an artist, idiots in love, drabble(?)

Words: 680

🌱A/n: ok I know drabbles are supposed to be like really short, but I feel this isn’t long enough to classify as a fic or short enough to be a drabble. It’s just my brain vomit. Wrote this after rewatching a hyunjin art live because he just looked so cute in his glasses and my brain wouldn’t stop geeking out over it. If you see any mistakes, no you didn’t, or the English major in me will sob. Anywho, enjoy <3

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

You sat tucked into an armchair in the corner of the living room with a blanket over your lap as you watched him work, the soft scratching from his pencil mixing with the soft music in the background. He hadn’t even noticed you had come in, his eyes never straying from his artwork as he hunched over his sketchbook. A small frown quirked his lips, marring his gorgeous face as he erased something to re-sketch it.

You call him softly, smiling when he looks around in surprise before spotting you in the corner, lips parted slightly as he looks at you in surprise.

“I didn’t hear you come in…” he says softly, his voice trailing off as he glances back at his sketch and erases something else. You smile, your heart clenching with emotion as you sit for a couple minutes just watching him work. You get up and walk behind the couch to peer over his shoulder, surprise running though you when you see your own face staring back at you from the page. You drape your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek, carding your hands through the back of his hair.

“You drew me? Is that from memory?” Hyunjin looks up once more, pink blooming on his cheeks as he nods. He turns back to the page and frowns again, erasing the edge of your lips to redraw it.

“I can’t get your lips right…” he murmurs quietly, more to himself than to you as you tighten your arms around him and nuzzle into his neck, your lips moving languidly across the skin of his neck and jaw. Hyunjin makes a soft noise and shies away, avoiding your eyes as he clutches his sketchbook tighter.

“You’re distracting me.” He pouts, his full bottom lip quivering and looking oh-so kissable to you in that moment that you very nearly forgot what you were going to say.

“I’m not distracting you, I’m helping you,” you say finally, pressing another kiss to his cheek, letting your hands wander over his arms and shoulders. He looks at you questioningly, his eyebrow quirking higher on his forehead as you lean closer.

“You said you were struggling with my lips right? Let me help you remember.” When your lips met his, it was like you could physically feel every ounce of tension draining from his body as he leaned into you, his hand coming up to cup your jaw as his lips moved against yours with a curiosity that had you smiling against him.

You could never tire of kissing Hyunjin. It was the way he treated every kiss like it was his first and last, curious and gentle yet passionate and demanding, leaving your mind reeling and your knees weak with the taste of him. His kiss was relaxed and unhurried, nipping gently at your lips as he explored your mouth with his tongue and rubbed your shoulder soothingly with his free hand.

When you finally pulled away, cheeks tinted red and your chest heaving, Hyunjin smiled at you and let you fix his glasses, his lips swollen and kiss-bitten as he erased and redrew your lips for the final time, blending the harsh lines with the pad of his thumb and lifting the final drawing for you to see properly.

“My beautiful girl.”

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frequentlykit · 11 days ago

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ADORABLE OMG

caught in a web

Summary: han jisung can save the city from supervillains, but he can't save his gpa or his love life. after two years of pining, his crush finally asks him out—only for his spider-sense to cockblock him at the worst possible moment. now he's got metal maniacs destroying amusement parks, a secret identity hanging by a thread, and exactly one chance to prove he's boyfriend material without accidentally revealing he's the guy swinging around in spandex.

(amazing artist who make such fanart of han is here)

words: 12.k!

Tags: spiderman au, college au, han jisung x reader,fluff, pining, secret identity chaos, mild violence/action, near death experiences(really ass on my part guys) language, explosions, second-hand embarrassment, han is so peter parker coded here, jisung being a loser (love me some nerdsung) other idols used as ocs/side characters

notes: saw one nerd jisung fic and it altered my brain chemistry so here's 12k words of him being a disaster in costume. sorry for abandoning my hyunjin fic but spider-jisung demanded to be written 🕷️

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The sound of shattering glass echoed through the downtown district as Han Jisung webbed up another piece of debris, his spider suit stretching as he dodged a particularly nasty swing from the villain's metallic arm. The bastard was stronger than he looked, and Jisung was already feeling the strain in his shoulders from the prolonged fight.

"Seriously, Sledgehammer? That's the best name you could come up with?" Jisung quipped, shooting a web at the man's feet and yanking hard, sending him tumbling into a conveniently placed dumpster with a satisfying crash. "What happened to creativity in crime these days? Did you guys stop trying after Doctor Octopus?"

"Weird how you're talking Spiderman!" the villain spits back

"Hey! My name is way better than fucking Sledgehammer!" Jisung said, putting on a show of faux offense.

The villain apparently actually called Sledgehammer, judging by the crude name spray-painted on his makeshift armor groaned from inside the dumpster. Jisung quickly webbed him up properly, layering the synthetic material thick enough that even enhanced strength wouldn't break through easily.

"NYPD? Yeah, it's your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man again. Got another gift-wrapped present for you on Fifth and Main." He ended the call and was about to swing away when he heard the news vans approaching, their sirens cutting through the evening air.

From his perch on a nearby building, Jisung watched as reporters swarmed the scene below like vultures on roadkill.

"This marks the third appearance this month of the mysterious vigilante the media has dubbed 'Spider-Man,'" the reporter announced to her camera crew, her voice carrying that practiced news anchor cadence.

"Police have yet to comment on whether this masked individual is friend or foe, but citizens seem grateful for his intervention in what could have been a devastating attack on the shopping district."

Jisung snorted. Friend or foe? He was literally gift-wrapping criminals for them like it was fucking Christmas morning.

His phone buzzed with a text from

felix: dude where the fuck are you? physics lab started 20 minutes ago and professor martinez is asking questions

"Shit," Jisung muttered, shooting a web toward campus. Being a superhero was seriously messing with his GPA, and if his parents found out he was failing classes, they'd kill him before any supervillain got the chance.

"You look like you got hit by a truck," Jay observed as Jisung stumbled into their shared apartment later that evening, his backpack falling off his shoulder with a loud thud that made their upstairs neighbor bang on the floor in complaint.

"Thanks, appreiate the honesty." Jisung groaned, collapsing face-first onto their ratty couch that they'd found on the street corner sophomore year. It smelled faintly of cigarettes and regret, but it was home.

Felix emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of ramen, taking one look at his roommate's disheveled state. "Let me guess 'food poisoning' again?"

The three of them had established this code early on. Jisung couldn't exactly say he'd been fighting crime, so food poisoning became their go-to excuse for his frequent disappearances and exhausted appearances. It was getting harder to sell, especially since Felix had started keeping track of how often Jisung allegedly got sick.

"The worst kind," Jisung mumbled into the couch cushions, tasting fabric softener and despair. "The kind that throws cars and has really bad fucking aim."

Jay raised an eyebrow, setting down his textbook. "Cars? Dude, you need to eat at better places. Maybe try somewhere that doesn't serve week-old sushi from a gas station."

When he'd first discovered his powers six months ago courtesy of a field trip gone wrong involving a very angry, very radioactive spider—he'd sworn Felix and Jay to secrecy. They'd been surprisingly cool about it, though they still made fun of his web-shooters.

"Speaking of eating," Felix said, settling into his chair with the kind of grin that meant he was about to suggest something Jisung would hate, "there's a party at Mizi's house tomorrow night. You should come."

Jisung's head shot up from the couch like he'd been electrocuted. "A party? Felix, you know I don't do parties. I do Netflix, crying over organic chemistry, and occasionally saving the city from megalomaniacs. Social interaction is not in my skill set."

"Come on," Jay joined in, and Jisung knew he was doomed because they were tag-teaming him. "You never do anything fun. When's the last time you talked to someone who wasn't us, your professors, or some asshole in a costume trying to blow up Manhattan?"

"I talk to people!"

"The librarian asking you to please stop falling asleep on your textbooks doesn't count," Felix deadpanned, slurping his ramen obnoxiously. "Neither does arguing with Professor Kim about the theoretical applications of quantum mechanics."

Jisung was about to argue when Jay delivered the killing blow: "Y/N will be there."

The effect was immediate. Jisung's complaints died in his throat, and he could feel his cheeks heating up like he was fourteen again and his mom was showing his friends his baby pictures. Y/N, possibly the most beautiful, intelligent, and completely out-of-his-league girl on campus. You shared exactly ond classes(Introduction to Psychology), where Jisung spent more time stealing glances at you than actually learning about Freud's weird obsession with his mother.

"That's not... I don't... why would that matter?" Jisung stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

Felix and Jay exchanged knowing looks, the kind that best friends develop after years of watching each other make fools of themselves over crushes.

"Oh, I don't know," Felix said innocently, but his eyes were sparkling with mischief. "Maybe because you've been pining after her since freshman year? Maybe because you literally walked into a glass door last week because you were staring at her ass?"

"That door was very clean," Jisung protested weakly. "And I wasn't staring at her ass. I was... observing. Scientifically."

"Scientifically my dick," Felix snorted. "You nearly gave yourself a concussion because you were too busy drooling to watch where you were going."

"Jisung," Jay said seriously, sitting down across from him with that look that meant he was about to dispense wisdom whether Jisung wanted it or not. "You're smart, you're funny when you're not overthinking everything to death, and despite what you think, you're not completely hopeless with people. But you're never going to get anywhere if you don't actually try."

"Besides," Felix added with a grin that was absolutely diabolical, "what's the worst that could happen? You embarrass yourself, she rejects you, and you spend the rest of college hiding in the library like some kind of academic hermit? Oh wait, you're aleready doing that."

Jisung could think of about a million things that could go wrong, starting with making a complete fool of himself and ending with his spider-sense going off mid-conversation and having to awkwardly exit while you thought he was just weird. But looking at his friends' expectant faces, he found himself nodding.

"Okay. Okay, fine. But if this goes horribly wrong, I'm blaming both of you fuckers and never speaking to you again."

"Deal," Felix said immediately, looking far too pleased with himself.

The party was already in full swing by the time they arrived, music thumping loud enough that Jisung could feel it in his chest like a second heartbeat. He tugged at the hem of the button-down Felix had forced him into, feeling overdressed and underprepared for the social battlefield ahead.

"I can't do this," he said for the fifteenth time as they walked up to the house, which was practically vibrating with bass and poor life choices.

"Yes, you fucking can," Jay said firmly, grabbing Jisung by the shoulders and forcing him to make eye contact. "We've been over this. You're going to go in there, find Y/N, and have a normal conversation. No rambling about quantum physics, no fun facts about spider mating rituals, and definitely no mention of that documentary you watched about arachnid silk production."

"But the documentary was really interesting—"

"No."

"The tensile strength of spider silk is actually—"

"Jisung, I swear to God, if you start talking about spider facts at this party, I will personally web you to the ceiling," Felix threatened, then paused. "Wait, can you actually do that to yourself?"

"Theoretically, yes, but the angle would be awkward and—"

"NERD," both his friends said in unison.

The house was packed with people Jisung recognized but had never actually spoken to. He'd always been more of a background character in the college social scene—the guy you might partner with for a difficult assignment but wouldn't think to invite to things. The guy who knew everyone's name but whose name no one could quite remember.

They'd been there for maybe twenty minutes, Jisung nursing the same beer and trying to work up the courage to approach you (you looked absolutely stunning in a simple black dress that made his brain short-circuit), when you suddenly appeared beside him like some kind of beautiful, terrifying angel.

"Han Jisung, right?" you said, and your voice was just as sweet as he'd imagined during his many, many daydreams. "We're in Professor Kim's psych class together."

Jisung's brain short-circuited, sparked, and possibly caught fire. You knew his name. You knew his actual name, not just "that guy who sits in the back and occasionally says smart things."

"I, uh, yes. That's me. Han Jisung. Who is me. I am Han Jisung." He wanted to disappear into the floor and never resurface. Maybe he could web himself to the basement and live there permanently.

But instead of looking annoyed or weirded out, you laughed—a genuine, bright sound that made Jisung's chest feel warm and his spider-sense tingle in a completely different way than usual.

"I really liked your comment in class last week about cognitive dissonance in social media," you continued, taking a sip of whatever fruity drink was in your red solo cup. "It was really insightful. Most people just regurgitate whatever they read online, but you actually thought about it."

"You... you were listening?" Jisung asked, surprised. Half the class usually looked dead inside during Kim's lectures.

"Of course I was listening. You always have interesting things to say." You smiled at him, and Jisung felt like he might actually float away, spider-powers or no spider-powers. "Though you always look terrified when Professor Kim calls on you."

"That's because Professor Kim is scary," Jisung said without thinking, then immediately regretted it. "I mean, not scary, just... intimidating. In a good way. A respectable way. She could probably kill me with her mind."

You laughed again, stepping a little closer, and Jisung caught a whiff of your perfume, something light and floral that made him a little dizzy. "You're cute when you're nervous."

Jisung was pretty sure his face was now approximately the color of a tomato. "I'm not nervous. This is just my face. My face is just... red. Naturally. I have a condition."

"Your face is very red for someone who's not nervous," you teased, and were you flirting with him? This felt like flirting. Jisung had no idea how to handle flirting.

They talked for what felt like hours but was probably only twenty minutes. You asked about his major (computer science with a minor in biochemistry), his hobbies (he very carefully avoided mentioning web-slinging and fighting crime), and his thoughts on their upcoming psych exam.

"I have to admit," you said, leaning against the wall beside him, close enough that he could count your eyelashes if he wanted to, "I was hoping I'd run into you tonight."

Jisung's brain stuttered like a broken record. "You were?"

"Mhmm." You were standing close enough that he could see the little flecks of gold in your eyes. "I've been wanting to talk to you for a while, but you always seem to disappear after class. Like you're late for something important."

Because I'm usually running off to fight crime, Jisung thought, but obviously couldn't say that. "I just... I'm not great with crowds. People make me nervous."

"I noticed," you said softly, your voice barely audible over the music. "It's refreshing, actually. Most guys I know are so..." You gestured vaguely around the party at a group of frat boys doing something that probably violated several laws of physics and common sense. "Loud. Obnoxious. You're different."

You were looking at him in a way that made Jisung's heart race for reasons that had nothing to do with impending danger. Your eyes kept flickering down to his lips, and you were definitely leaning closer, and oh god was this actually happening—

His spider-sense exploded.

The familiar tingling sensation hit him like a freight train, so intense he actually winced and grabbed the wall for support. Somewhere in the city, something very bad was happening, and it was big enough that his senses were screaming at him from miles away.

"I..." Jisung looked at you, who were now definitely leaning in for a kiss, your eyes fluttering closed, lips slightly parted, and he wanted to die. "I have to go."

Your eyes snapped open, confusion and hurt flickering across your face. "What?"

"I'm sorry, I just... I think I'm going to be sick. Food poisoning. Very sudden. Rain check?" He was already backing away, cursing his life and his spider-powers and the cosmic forces that seemed determined to ruin any chance he had at happiness.

You looked confused and a little hurt, your arms wrapping around yourself defensively. "Oh. Okay. Feel better, I guess?"

Jisung practically ran through the house, dodging drunk college students and feeling like the world's biggest asshole. He texted Felix and Jay that he was leaving, then ducked into an alley three blocks from the party and changed into his suit, stashing his clothes in a web sac attached to a fire escape.

"This better be worth it," he muttered, swinging toward whatever disaster was waiting for him.

Downtown was chaos.

The villain, who Jisung mentally dubbed "Acid Bath" based on the green, corrosive substance dripping from his hands and eating through everything it touched, was melting through the city like a walking chemistry experiment gone wrong. Cars, street lamps, even the asphalt beneath his feet dissolved like sugar in water, leaving behind a trail of destruction that looked like something out of a horror movie.

"Great," Jisung muttered, perching on a building to assess the situation. The air smelled like burning metal and sulfur, and he could see civilians running in all directions, screaming as they tried to avoid the acid trails. "It's like fighting a walking fucking nightmare."

Acid Bath seemed to be heading toward the financial district, leaving a path of melted destruction in his wake. Whatever his plan was, Jisung needed to stop him before he reached any buildings full of people.

"Hey, Slimer!" Jisung called out, swinging down to street level with practiced ease. "Halloween was last month! Also, your costume is shit!"

The villain turned, his face a grotesque mess of bubbling green scars that looked like they hurt just to exist. When he spoke, his voice was distorted and wet, like he was talking through a mouthful of poison.

"Spider-Man," he hissed, acid dripping from his lips onto the ground with a sizzling sound. "Perfect. I was hoping you'd show up so I could melt that smart mouth right off your face."

"Really? I'm flattered. Most people don't want me to show up to their crime sprees. Usually they're all 'oh no, Spider-Man' and 'please don't web me to a lamppost' and 'I have rights.' Very ungrateful, if you ask me."

Acid Bath lunged forward, his hands outstretched and dripping with that horrifying green substance. Jisung dodged, his enhanced reflexes kicking in, but not before some of the acid splashed onto a nearby car. The metal hissed and bubbled, eating through the door like it was made of paper.

"Okay, that's definitely not covered by insurance," Jisung said, keeping mobile and trying to stay out of range. This was going to be tricky. He couldn't get close enough for physical combat, and his webs wouldn't hold if this asshole could just melt through them.

"So what's your deal?" Jisung asked, staying mobile and trying to keep the villain's attention while he figured out a strategy. "Bad breakup? Failed chemistry exam? Fell into a vat of chemicals because you didn't read the safety manual? Please tell me it's not another 'my dad didn't hug me enough' situation."

"You think this is a joke?" Acid Bath snarled, hurling a glob of acid that Jisung barely avoided. It hit a street lamp behind him, and the metal post crumbled like a stale cookie. "I was a respected scientist until Oscorp destroyed my life! They stole my research, fired me, and blacklisted me from every lab in the city! They all deserve to–"

"Ah, the classic 'evil corporation ruined my life so now I'm going to take it out on innocent people' routine. Very original. Really breaking new ground here."

The fight continued for what felt like hours. Jisung managed to web up some street barriers to contain the villain's movement, but Acid Bath just melted through them like they were made of tissue paper. Every time Jisung tried to get close, another splash of acid would force him back, and the smell was starting to make him lightheaded.

The real problem was the collateral damage. Every missed shot from Acid Bath was destroying property and endangering civilians. Jisung had to keep his attention focused while also herding panicked people away from the danger zone, and it was fucking exhausting.

"You know what your problem is?" Jisung called out, dodging another acid blast that took out a fire hydrant. "You've got no range control. You're like a storm trooper with a chemistry set."

"I'll show you range!" Acid Bath roared, and this time he didn't throw acid—he breathed it out in a wide spray that covered half the street.

Jisung barely managed to swing out of the way. The acid cloud was huge and he could feel droplets hitting his suit, small holes appearing in the fabric. This wasn't sustainable. He needed a new approach.

It wasn't until Jisung noticed a fire hydrant that he got an idea.

"You know what they say about acid," Jisung said, shooting a web at the hydrant and yanking hard. "It doesn't play well with water!"

The hydrant exploded in a geyser of pressurized water, sending a powerful stream directly at the villain. Acid Bath screamed as the water hit him, the acid on his body diluting and neutralizing. Steam rose from his skin as the chemical reaction worked in reverse, and within minutes, he was just a regular guy in a ruined lab coat, unconscious and no longer dangerous.

"And that," Jisung said, webbing the unconscious villain to a convenient lamppost, "is why you should have paid attention in basic chemistry. Water beats acid, rock beats scissors, and Spider-Man beats crazy scientists with poor safety protocols."

He called the police and was about to swing away when he noticed the significant damage to his suit. The acid had eaten through parts of the fabric, and he was pretty sure he had some minor burns on his arms that were going to sting like hell tomorrow.

By the time he made it back to the apartment, it was nearly 3 AM. Felix and Jay were waiting up for him, concern written all over their faces and empty energy drink cans scattered across the coffee table.

"Rough night?" Felix asked, noting Jisung's visible exhaustion and the holes in his suit.

"The roughest," Jisung groaned, collapsing onto the couch and immediately regretting it as the burns on his arms made contact with the fabric. "And I totally blew it with Y/N."

"What happened?" Jay asked, setting down his textbook and giving Jisung his full attention.

Jisung explained the whole situation—well, the part about having to leave suddenly. He left out the details about fighting a walking acid factory and nearly getting dissolved.

"Dude," Felix said sympathetically, running a hand through his hair, "that fucking sucks. But maybe you can explain tomorrow? Tell her you felt better?"

"I don't know," Jisung sighed, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about the look on your face when he'd basically run away from you. "She probably thinks I'm a complete weirdo now. Who does that? Who runs away from someone who's about to kiss them?"

"Someone with really bad timing and a hero complex," Jay said dryly. "But seriously, man, just talk to her. Explain that you weren't feeling well. People get siick, it happens."

"Yeah, but not conveniently right before the most important moment of my entire romantic life," Jisung said miserably.

But the next day, you surprised him.

Jisung was sitting in his usual spot in the back of their psychology class, trying to stay awake despite having gotten maybe three hours of sleep and downing enough caffeine to kill a horse. Professor Kim was droning on about classical conditioning, and Jisung was seriously considering whether it would be less embarrassing to fall asleep in class or to actually die of exhaustion, when you slid into the seat next to him.

"Feeling better?" you asked, and there was genuine concern in your voice rather than annoyance, which was more than Jisung deserved.

"Much better, thank you," Jisung said, straightening up and trying to look like he hadn't spent the night fighting crime and questioning his life choices. "I'm really sorry about last night. I know the timing was... weird."

"It's okay," you said with a smile that made Jisung's heart do something complicated in his chest. "These things happen. Though I have to ask—what kind of food poisoning hits that suddenly? One second we were talking, and the next you looked like you'd seen a ghost."

Jisung's mind raced. "Uh... bad sushi? You know how it is with raw fish. Very unpredictable. Could have been sitting out too long, wrong temperature, contaminated with... fish... bacteria?"

You nodded, though you looked a little skeptical. "Right. Sushi. From where?"

"That place on... Fifth Street. You probably don't know it. Very small. Family-owned. They're... not great with food safety." Jisung was digging himself into a hole, but he couldn't stop talking. "I should have known better, really. The rice looked suspicious."

"Suspicious rice," you repeated, and there was definitely amusement in your voice now.

"Very suspicious. Almost... malevolent."

Before Jisung could make an even bigger fool of himself, Professor Kim started class, saving him from having to explain the theoretical malevolence of sushi rice.

Halfway through the lecture on Pavlov's experiments, you passed him a note: Want to study together after class? I promise no sushi.

Jisung's heart did a little flip. He wrote back: Are you sure? I'm a pretty boring study partner.

Your response made him smile: I doubt that. You made Pavlov's experiments sound interesting last week, and that's basically impossible.

After class, you found a quiet corner in the library, away from the usual chaos of college students pretending to study while actually scrolling through social media. You had brought color-coded notes and highlighters, while Jisung had a single notebook that looked like it had been through a war zone.

"Okay," you said, spreading your materials out on the table with the efficiency of someone who actually had their shit together, "I'm thinking we start with the chapters on learning theory and work our way through to cognitive development?"

"Sounds good," Jisung agreed, trying not to stare at how organized your notes were. Everything was neat and categorized, with little diagrams and highlighted key points, while his looked like he'd taken them during an earthquake while riding a mechanical bull.

They'd been studying for about an hour, and Jisung was actually starting to relax, when you asked, "So what got you interested in psychology? It's not exactly the most obvious choice for a computer science major."

Jisung considered his answer carefully. He couldn't exactly say that understanding human behavior had become crucial for his superhero work—knowing how people reacted in crisis situations, understanding what motivated criminals, figuring out how to calm down panicked civilians. That would raise questions he wasn't ready to answer.

"I guess I've always been interested in how people think," he said finally, twirling his pen between his fingers. "Like, why do people make the choices they do? What drives someone to help others, or to hurt them? What makes someone risk their life for strangers, or throw their life away for revenge? It's all just... fascinating to me."

You nodded thoughtfully, resting your chin on your hand. "That's really cool. Most people I know just take it for the easy credit."

"Is that why you're taking it?" Jisung asked.

"Partially," you admitted with a laugh. "But also because I'm thinking about switching my major. I'm in business right now, but it doesn't feel... meaningful, you know? I want to do something that actually helps people."

Jisung looked at you with new respect. Here you were, beautiful and popular and probably capable of doing anything you wanted, and you were thinking about giving up a potentially lucrative career to help people.

"What are you thinking of switching to?"

"Maybe social work? Or counseling psychology? I haven't decided yet." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking a little embarrassed. "I know it sounds naive, but I want to make a difference. I want to help people who are struggling, who don't have anyone else in their corner."

"It doesn't sound naive at all," Jisung said earnestly, leaning forward. "I think that's really admirable. The world needs more people who actually give a shit about others."

You smiled at him, and it was different from your other smiles—softer, more genuine. "You're really sweet, you know that?"

They continued studying, but the conversation had shifted to more personal topics. You told him about growing up in a small town, about your parents' expectations for your business degree, about your fears of disappointing people.

In return, Jisung found himself opening up more than he had with anyone except Felix and Jay, talking about the pressure of his pre-med parents who couldn't understand why he'd swithed to computer science, about feeling like he was always letting people down.

"You know," you said as you were packing up your books, "I had kind of a crush on you freshman year."

Jisung nearly dropped his notebook. "You what?"

"You probably don't remember, but we had Biology 101 together. You sat two rows in front of me, and you always asked the most thoughtful questions. I kept hoping you'd notice me, but you seemed so focused on your studies."

"I..." Jisung's brain was having trouble processing this information. "I had no idea. I thought you were way out of my league."

"Out of your league?" You laughed, and it was that bright, genuine sound that made his chest warm. "Jisung, you're brilliant, you're sweet, and you're incredibly cute when you get excited about something. How could you be out of anyone's league?"

Before Jisung could respond, your friends appeared at the table like they'd materialized from thin air. He recognized them—Rei and Lara, both part of the popular crowd that usually wouldn't give him a second glance.

"There you are!" Rei exclaimed, slightly out of breath like she'd been running around the library. "We've been looking everywhere for you."

"Hey guys," you said, but there was a slight edge to your voice, like you weren't entirely pleased by the interruption. "This is Jisung. Jisung, meet Rei and Lara."

"Hi," Jisung said awkwardly, giving them a small wave and immediately feeling like an idiot for waving.

Lara looked between you and Jisung with a knowing smile that made Jisung's stomach twist with anxiety. "Oh, so this is the guy you've been talking about."

Your cheeks turned pink. "Lara!"

"What? I'm just saying, you've mentioned him like five times this week." Lara turned to Jisung with a grin that was either friendly or predatory, he couldn't tell. "She thinks you're very smart."

Jisung felt his own face heating up. "I... thank you?"

Reigiggled. "You're adorable. Y/N, you should totally ask him to—"

"Okay!" you interrupted, standing up quickly and shooting your friends a look that could kill. "I think that's enough embarrassment for one day. Jisung, I should let you get going."

"Right," Jisung said, gathering his things and trying to ignore the knowing looks your friends were exchanging.

"Thanks for studying with me. Same time tomorrow?"

"Definitely," you said with a smile.

As Jisung walked away, he could hear your friends immediately start talking in excited whispers. He couldn't make out the words, but their tone was encouraging, which he chose to take as a good sign.

The next day after class, Jisung was at his locker, trying to organize the disaster that was his backpack, when you appeared beside him looking determined but nervous.

"Hey," you said, fidgeting with your phone case. "So I was wondering... are you free Saturday evening? Around seven?"

Jisung's heart started racing like he'd just web-swung across the city. "Saturday? Yeah, I think so. Why?"

"There's this new roller coaster at Luna Park—The Cyclone's Revenge. I've been dying to try it, but none of my friends are into extreme rides." You bit your lip, and Jisung was momentarily distracted by the gesture.

"Would you want to go with me? Like... as a date?"

Jisung was pretty sure his heart had stopped beating. You were asking him out. You, the girl he'd been pining after for two years, were asking him on a date.

"Yes," he said immediately, not trusting himself to form more complex sentences without fucking it up. "Yes, I would love that. Seven pm. Saturday. Roller coasters. Yes."

Your face lit up with a brilliant smile that made Jisung feel like he could probably fly without the web-shooters. "Really? Great! I'll text you the details."

"Perfect," Jisung managed, though he was pretty sure he was grinning like an idiot.

After you left, Jisung stood at his locker for a full minute, trying to process what had just happened.

He had a date.

With you.

An actual date.

He was so caught up in his excitement that he didn't notice his spider-sense giving him a very faint warning tingle.

—

Meanwhile, across campus, you were having your own crisis in your dorm room with Lara sprawled across your bed, critiquing your outfit choices with the dedication of a fashion editor.

"No, absolutely not," Lara said, pointing dramatically at the conservative blouse you were holding up. "You look like you're going to a job interview at a bank. This is supposed to be fun, Y/N. Fun and flirty and 'please kiss me on the Ferris wheel.'"

you tossed the blouse aside with a sigh. " I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard."

"Babes, you've been talking about this boy for weeks. You're already trying hard. The question is whether you want to look cute while doing it." Lara sat up, fixing you with a serious look. "When's the last time you went on a real date? Not some group hang or study session disguised as romantic interest. An actual, honest-to-god date."

You paused, considering. "Um... sophomore year? That guy from my economics class?"

"Soobin from Econ who spent the entire dinner talking about cryptocurrency and his dad's boat?" Lara's expression was horrified. "That wasn't a date, that was a humanitarian crisis. You deserve better than Soobin from Econ."

"Jisung is definitely better than Soobin from Econ," you agreed, pulling out a a cream or off-white knitted sweater dress with an off-shoulder design that has black ribbon ties at the neckline, with a cute flared skirt at the bottom.t hit just above your knees. "What about this one?"

Lara tilted her head, considering. "Better. The color is perfect, and it's casual enough for an amusement park but still cute enough to show you made an effort. But..." She rummaged through your closet pulling out your long boots before grabbing some longass creme socks in your accessories drawer. "Add this. Trust me."

You tried on the combination, turning to look at yourself in the mirror. The outfit was perfect—comfortable enough for walking around an amusement park all evening, but flattering and feminine. You looked like yourself, just... elevated.

"Okay, but what if he doesn't show up?" you asked, voicing the fear that had been nagging at you since you'd asked him out. "What if he gets that mysterious food poisoning again?"

"Then he's an idiot and call me and Rei and we will all go together, even if we don’t really like roller coasters" Lara said firmly. "But he's not going to bail. Did you see his face when you asked him out? The boy looked like he'd won the lottery."

"He did look pretty happy," you admitted, unable to suppress your smile at the memory.

"Happy? Y/N, I thought he was going to combust on the spot. His face went so red I was genuinely concerned about his blood pressure." Lara grinned, flopping back down on your bed. "Trust me, he'll be there. Probably early, knowing him."

You spent the next hour getting ready, with Lara providing commentary on everything from your hair, to your makeup. By the time you were finished, you felt confident and excited rather than nervous.

"You look gorgeous," Lara said sincerely, giving you a quick hug. "And more importantly, you look happy. When you talk about Jisung, you get this little smile that you don't get with anyone else."

"Really?" you asked, checking your reflection one more time.

"Really. It's like... you light up. It's disgusting how cute it is." Lara grabbed her keys from your desk. "Come on, I'll drive you to the subway. Can't you get sweaty before your big date."

As you gathered your purse and checked that you had everything, Lara continued her pep talk. "Remember, just be yourself. He already likes you—the real you, not some perfect version. And if conversation gets awkward, just ask him about school or his hobbies or whatever nerdy thing he's passionate about. Boys love talking about themselves."

"What if I say something stupid?"

"Then you say something stupid. Everyone says stupid things on dates. It's like a rite of passage." Lara opened the door, gesturing for you to follow. "Besides, something tells me Jisung won't mind. He seems like the type who finds rambling endearing."

—

Saturday evening found Jisung in their apartment bathroom, staring at his reflection while Felix and Jay argued over his outfit choices like he was their personal Ken doll.

"The blue sweater makes him look approachable," Felix was saying, holding up a soft blue pullover. "Like, 'hi, I'm a nice guy who won't murder you on the first date.'"

"The button-down makes him look more mature," Jay countered, waving a white Oxford shirt. "This is a date, not a fucking study session. He needs to look like he has his shit together."

"I can hear you both, you know," Jisung called from the bathroom, where he was having a minor breakdown about his hair. No matter what he did, it looked like he'd stuck his finger in an electrical socket. "And I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself."

"Evidence suggests otherwise," Felix called back. "Remember what you wore to orientation?"

"That shirt was fine!"

"It had a periodic table on it, Jisung. And not in a cool, vintage way. In a 'please wedgie me' way."

Jisung emerged from the bathroom to find his entire wardrobe spread across Jay's bed, organized by color and style. His friends took fashion very seriously, probably more seriously than he took saving the city.

"Okay," Jay said, looking him up and down critically like he was judging a fashion show. "Dark jeans—good choice. Now we just need to decide on the tpop."

After much debate and several threats of violence, they settled on the blue sweater with a dark jacket. Jisung had to admit he looked pretty good—casual but put-together, approachable but not sloppy.

"Remember," Felix said as Jisung was getting ready to leave, "be yourself. She already likes you, so just relax and have fun."

"And please," Jay added, "try not to info-dump about spider facts or whatever. Save that for the third date."

"I don't info-dump," Jisung protested.

Both his friends gave him a look.

"Fine, I'll try to keep the science talk to a minimum," he conceded.

"And if your 'food poisoning' acts up," Felix said with air quotes, "try to give her some warning this time instead of just running away like the building's on fire."

"I'll do my best," Jisung said, though they all knew that if his spider-sense went off, he'd have no choice but to bail.

Jisung left the apartment at 6:20, planning to arrive fashionably early. Luna Park was only a twenty-minute subway ride away, which would put him there right around 6:45—early enough to show he was eager, not so early that he looked desperate.

At least, that was the plan.

He was walking toward the subway station, mentally rehearsing conversation topics and trying not to think about all the ways this could go wrong, when his spider-sense went off like a fire alarm.

"No," he said out loud, stopping dead in the middle of the sidewalk while pedestrians flowed around him like water around a rock. "No, no, no. Not tonight. Any night but tonight."

But his senses were screaming at him, that familiar tingling sensation so intense it was almost painful. Whatever was happening, it was big, and it was close, and people were going to die if he didn't act.

Jisung pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over your contact. How could he explain this? How could he tell you that he had to bail on the most important date of his life because his superhero responsibilities were calling?

In the distance, he could hear sirens and screaming. The choice was made for him.

He ducked into an alley, quickly changing into his suit and stashing his date clothes in a web sac. As he swung toward the chaos, he sent you a text: Emergency came up, running late. DON'T LEAVE. I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm so sorry.

Luna Park was in complete chaos when Jisung arrived.

What had started as a normal Saturday evening at the amusement park had turned into a nightmare scenario. The villain, who looked like a cross between a medieval knight and a construction vehicle, was systematically destroying rides and terroriziing families. His armor was covered in spinning blades and hydraulic pistons, and every step he took left cracks in the concrete.

"Great," Jisung muttered, surveying the scene from a nearby building. "It's like if a transformer had a baby with a blender and raised it on steroids."

The villain, who Jisung immediately dubbed "Shredder" (because creativity was not his strong suit under pressure), was currently taking apart the Tilt-a-Whirl like it was made of tinker toys. Families were screaming and running in all directions, parents scooping up children and pushing through the panicked crowds toward the exits.

But what made Jisung's blood run cold was the sight of people trapped on various rides that had been damaged in the attack. The Ferris wheel had stopped moving with several cars stuck at the top, swaying dangerously in the evening wind. The roller coaster—the same one he was supposed to be riding with you, had derailed partway through its circuit, leaving passengers stranded on a twisted section of track thirty feet in the air.

"Attention, insects!" Shredder bellowed, his voice amplified by some kind of speaker system built into his armor. "You have thirty minutes to evacuate this pathetic excuse for entertainment before I reduce it to scrap metal! Anyone who remains will be processed along with the machinery!"

"Processed?" Jisung swung down to get a better look at the situation. "Who talks like that? What is this, a fucking factory?"

The first priority was getting the trapped civilians to safety. Jisung webbed his way up to the roller coaster, where a family of four was clinging to their safety harnesses in a car that was tilted at a dangerous angle.

"Hey there," Jisung said, trying to sound calm and reassuring despite the chaos around them. "Everyone okay up here?"

"Spider-Man!" the father gasped, relief flooding his voice. "Thank god. We can't get out, the safety system won't release."

"No problem. I'm going to get you down one at a time, okay? Just stay calm and hold tight."

Jisung worked quickly, using his webs to create a stable anchor point and then lowering each family member to safety. The mother was crying by the time her feet hit solid ground, clutching her children and thanking him over and over.

"Get to the exits," Jisung told them. "Stay away from the big scary robot, and you'll be fine."

He repeated this process for the other trapped passengers, his enhanced strength and agility allowing him to move quickly between the twisted sections of track. But every second he spent on rescue operatons was another second for Shredder to cause more destruction.

By the time he'd cleared the roller coaster, the villain had moved on to the Ferris wheel. Jisung watched in horror as one of the mechanical arms extending from Shredder's armor began sawing through the support structure, causing the entire wheel to groan and sway.

"Oh, come on!" Jisung yelled, swinging toward the Ferris wheel as fast as he could. "Do you have any idea how much therapy these people are going to need?"

That's when he saw you.

You were in one of the cars near the bottom of the Ferris wheel, trapped with what looked like a mechanical malfunction keeping the safety bar locked in place. Unlike the other passengers who were screaming or crying, you were trying to work the release mechanism yourself, your face set in determined concentration.

Jisung's heart stopped. You were supposed to be at the entrance, waiting for him. You weren't supposed to be in danger. This was exactly the kind of situation he'd been trying to avoid by keeping his identity secret, the people he cared about getting hurt because of his superhero life.

"Hey, Tin Man!" Jisung called out, landing on the Ferris wheel's framework with a metallic clang. "Yeah, you with the obvious compensation issues! Leave the civilians alone and fight someone your own size!"

Shredder turned, his glowing red eyes focusing on Jisung with what seemed like amusement. "Spider-Man. I was hoping you'd show up. Destroying you will be much more satisfying than dismantling these primitive entertainment devices."

"Primiitive? Dude, do you know how much engineering goes into a Ferris wheel? The load calculations alone are incredibly complex. But I guess you wouldn't understand that, being more of a 'smash things with giant metal fists' kind of guy."

Shredder lunged forward, faster than something that size should have been able to move. Jisung barely dodged the swipe from a rotating blade that would have taken his head off, the metal scraping against the Ferris wheel's support beam and sending sparks flying.

"You talk too much, web-slinger!" Shredder snarled, his mechanical arms extending like deadly tentacles. "Let me help you with that problem!"

The fight that followed was unlike anything Jisung had experienced. Shredder wasn't just strong,he was a walking arsenal. Blades extended from his arms, his back, even his legs. Hydraulic pistons gave him incredible striking power, and his armor seemed to absorb the impact from Jisung's punches like they were love taps.

Every time Jisung tried to web him up, the spinning blades cut through the synthetic material like it was tissue paper. When he tried to get close for hand-to-hand combat, the mechanical arms would lash out, forcing him to stay mobile and defensive.

The real problem was the collaeral damage. Every missed attack from Shredder was damaging the Ferris wheel's structure further, causing the cars to swing more violently. Jisung could hear the metal groaning under the stress, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the whole structure came down.

"You know what your problem is?" Jisung called out, dodging a particularly vicious combination attack that left gouges in the concrete where he'd been standing. "You're like a Swiss Army knife that only knows how to cut things. Very one-dimensional. Have you considered therapy?"

"I'll show you one-dimensional!" Shredder roared, and this time instead of attacking Jisung directly, he turned his attention to the Ferris wheel's main support column.

"No, no, no!" Jisung shot a web line and swung directly at Shredder, hitting him with a full-body tackle that would have flattened a normal person. Instead, it felt like hitting a brick wall, and Jisung bounced off, winded.

But it was enough to interrupt Shredder's attack on the support structure. The villain turned his attention back to Jisung, apparently deciding that the satisfaction of destroying Spider-Man was worth more than bringing down the Ferris wheel.

"You want to play hero?" Shredder advanced on Jisung, his blades spinning faster now, creating a sound like a dozen chainsaws. "Let's see how heroiic you feel when I turn you into spider paste!"

The attacks came faster now, a whirlwind of metal and hydraulics that forced Jisung to use every ounce of his enhanced reflexes. He couldn't go on the offensive—all of his energy was focused on staying alive and keeping Shredder's attention away from the civilians.

It was during one particularly close call, when a spinning blade passed close enough to his face that he could feel the wind from it, that Jisung noticed something. The hydraulic lines powering Shredder's mechanical arms were exposed at the joints, protected only by flexible rubber coverings.

"You know," Jisung said, shooting a web to swing out of range of another attack, "for all your fancy engineering, you've got a pretty obvious design flaw."

"What are you talking about, inspect?"

Instead of answering, Jisung shot a precise web line at one of the hydraulic joints, yanking hard. The rubber covering tore away, and hydraulic fluid began spraying out under pressure. One of Shredder's mechanical arms immediately lost power, going limp.

"Hydraulics 101," Jisung said, targeting another joint. "Great power, but vulnerable to pressure loss. Maybe next time invest in better protective covering?"

Shredder roared in fury as more of his mechanical arms lost power, but he wasn't done yet. The blades built into his main armor were still functioning, and he launched himself at Jisung with berserker rage.

This time, Jisung was ready. He used Shredder's momentum against him, webbing his feet and causing him to trip forward. As the villain stumbled, Jisung webbed up his remaining functional weapons, layer after layer of synthetic material until the spinning blades were clogged and useless.

"And that," Jisung said, delivering a punch that finally seemed to have some effect on the now-powerless villain, "is why you should never put all your eggs in one mechanical basket."

Shredder collapsed, his armor powered down and his weapons neutralized. Jisung webbed him securely to a nearby lamppost, then immediately turned his attention to the Ferris wheel.

The structure was badly damaged but still standing. Most of the cars had been evacuated during the fight, but you were still trapped in yours, still working at the release mechanism with admirable determination.

Jisung swung up to your car, trying to keep his voice steady and professional despite his racing heart. "Ma'am, I'm going to get you out of there, okay?"

You looked up at him, and for a moment, Jisung thought you were going to recognize him. There was something in your eyes, a flicker of familiarity that made his stomach drop. But then you smiled—that same bright, genuine smile that had made him fall for you in the first place.

"Thank you," you said, and your voice was steady despite everything you'd just been through. "The safety release is jammed. I think something got bent when that metal guy was attacking the wheel."

"No problem. Let me take a look."

Jisung examined the mechanism, trying to ignore how close he was to you, how he could smell your perfume even through his mask. The release was indeed jammed, twisted metal preventing the safety bar from lifting.

"I'm going to have to break this," he said. "It might be a little jarring, but I'll get you out."

"Do what you need to do," you said, then added with a small laugh, "I've had enough amusement park rides for one evening."

Jisung carefully applied pressure to the twisted metal, his enhanced strength allowing him to bend it back into shape without damaging the car further. The safety bar popped open with a satisfying click.

"There we go," he said, offering you his hand to help you out of the car. "You're free."

But as you took his hand, something unexpected happened. Instead of just helping you up, you pulled yourself closer, studying his face—or what you could see of it behind the mask.

"Your voice," you said quietly, your eyes searching his. "It sounds... familiar."

Jisung's heart stopped. This was it. This was the moment his carefully constructed double life came crashing down. He should deny it, make some joke about having a common voice, swing away before you could figure it out.

Instead, he found himself frozen, looking into your eyes and seeing recognition dawning there.

"Jisung?" you whispered, so quietly he almost didn't hear it over the sound of sirens and distant shouting. "Is that... is that you?"

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. All the chaos around them, the damaged amusement park, the approaching police sirens, the crowds of people, aded into background noise. It was just the two of them, suspended in a car on a damaged Ferris wheel, with the biggest secret of his life hanging in the air between them.

Jisung opened his mouth to answer, to either confirm or deny, to figure out what the hell he was supposed to say in this situation. But before he could speak, his spider-sense went off again.

Not the overwhelming alarm that had brought him here in the first place, but a sharp, focused warning that made him spin around to scan their surroundings. Something was wrong. Something was—

"LOOK OUT!"

The shout came from somewhere below them. Jisung looked down to see that Shredder, who should have been unconscious and securely webbed to a lamppost, was somehow back on his feet. The villain had activated some kind of emergency power system, and his armor was sparking with electrical energy.

"You think you’ve won spiderman?!?" Shredder bellowed, raising his arms toward the Ferris wheel. "If i can’t get my revenge! NO ONE gets to leave”

The mechanical arms that Jisung had disabled were powering back up, but not for precision attacks this time. Instead, they were glowing with some kind of energy buildup, like Shredder was preparing to overload his entire system.

"He's going to self-destruct," Jisung realized with horror. "He's going to take out the whole Ferris wheel."

You were still looking at him with that expression of dawning recognition, but now there was also fear in your eyes as you realized what was happening. "Jisung, what—"

"Hold on," Jisung said, not bothering to deny his identity anymore. There would be time for explanations later—if they survived the next few minutes. "Hold on tight."

He wrapped one arm around your waist and shot a web line with the other, swinging both of you out of the Ferris wheel car just as Shredder's armor reached critical overload.

The explosion was massive, a bloom of fire and electricity that lit up the evening sky. The shockwave hit them in mid-swing, and Jisung had to adjust his trajectory to avoid the flying debris. He landed hard on a section of undamaged ground, rolling to absorb the impact and shielding you with his body as pieces of metal rained down around them.

When the dust settled, the Ferris wheel was gone. Just... gone. Where it had stood moments before was now a twisted pile of metal and smoking debris. If they had been in that car for even a few more seconds...

"Holy shit," you breathed, staring at the destruction. "We could have been killed."

"Are you hurt?" Jisung asked, checking you over for injuries despite the fact that he was probably in worse shape than you were. The explosion had singed parts of his suit, and he was pretty sure he had some new cuts and bruises to add to his collection.

"I'm okay," you said, but your voice was shaky. "Thanks to you."

They sat there for a moment in the midst of the chaos, both trying to process what had just happened. Around them, police and paramedics were arriving on the scene, helping evacuate the remaining civilians and dealing with the aftermath of the attack.

"I should go," Jisung said, starting to stand up. "The police will want to ask questions, and I need to"

"Wait." You grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Jisung, please. Don't run away from me again."

He looked down at you, seeing the hurt in your eyes from the party, from all the times he'd had to leave suddenly, from the lies and half-truths and missed opportunities. You deserved better than that. You deserved the truth.

"Meet me tomorrow night," he said impulsively. "The alley behind the science building. Ten PM. I'll explain everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything I can," he promised. "Everything you want to know."

You nodded, and there was something in your expression that gave him hope. Not just understanding, but acceptance. Like maybe, just maybe, you weren't going to run away from this crazy revelation.

"Go," you said softly. "Before someone sees you."

Jisung hesitated for just a moment longer, looking at you sitting there in the ruins of what should have been your first date, your dress torn and your hair messed up but your eyes still bright and determined. Then he shot a web line and swung away into the night, leaving you with paramedics and police officers and a million questions that would have to wait until tomorrow.

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The next evening, Jisung paced back and forth in the alley behind the science building, checking his phone every thirty seconds and trying not to throw up from nervousness.

He'd spent the entire day going over what he was going to say, how he was going to explain everything without sounding completely insane. How do you tell someone that you've been lying to them about your entire identity? That every time you'd disappeared or acted weird, it was because you were running off to fight crime in a costume?

At exactly ten PM, you appeared at the mouth of the alley, looking beautiful and nervous and determined all at once. You'd changed out of your torn dress from the night before into jeans and a sweater, but you still looked perfect to Jisung.

"Hi," you said, walking toward him slowly, like you were approaching a wild animal that might bolt at any sudden movement.

"Hi," Jisung replied, his voice cracking slightly. "Thanks for coming. I wasn't sure you would."

"I almost didn't," you admitted, stopping a few feet away from him. "I spent all day convincing myself that last night was some kind of stress-induced hallucination. That there was no way the guy I've been crushing on for two years is actually Spider-Man."

"I know how it sounds," Jisung said miserably. "I know it's insane and I know I should have told you sooner, but I couldn't. Not because I didn't trust you, but because... because people I care about get hurt when they know. Last night proved that."

"Is that why you kept leaving?" you asked. "The party, and all those times after class when you'd suddenly have to go somewhere?"

"Yeah." Jisung ran a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at your face. "My spider-sense—it's like an early warning system. When something bad is about to happen, when people are in danger, I can feel it. And I can't ignore it. Even when I want to more than anything in the world."

You were quiet for a long moment, processing this information. Then you asked, "How long?"

"Six months. Since the spider bite during that field trip to Oscorp." Jisung finally looked at you, and he was surprised to see that you didn't look angry or scared. Just... thoughtful. "Felix and Jay know. They're the only ones who know."

"That explains a lot," you said with a small laugh. "I always wondered why they covered for you so much with the whole 'food poisoning' thing."

"You knew about that?"

"Jisung, you allegedly got food poisoning like fifteen times this semester. Either you have the worst immune system in history, or you were lying about something." You stepped closer, and Jisung's heart started racing for reasons that had nothing to do with danger. "I just never imagined it was because you were secretly saving people."

"Are you... are you okay with this?" Jisung asked hesitantly. "Because I understand if you're not. It's a lot, and it's dangerous, and I totally get it if you want to pretend last night never happened and go back to normal."

Instead of answering immediately, you reached up and touched his face gently, your fingers tracing along his jawline where his mask would normally sit.

"When I was trapped in that Ferris wheel car," you said softly, "and I saw you swinging toward me, do you know what I thought?"

Jisung shook his head, not trusting his voice.

"I thought, 'of course it's him.' Not Spider-Man—you. Of course it was you coming to save me. Because that's who you are, Jisung. You're the person who helps people, who puts others before himself, who runs toward danger instead of away from it. The costume doesn't change that. It just makes it official."

Jisung felt like he might cry. "Y/N..."

"I'm not going anywhere," you said firmly. "I mean, I might need some time to process the whole 'my crush is a superhero' thing, and we're definitely going to need to have some conversations about safety and communication. But I'm not going anywhere."

Before Jisung could respond, you stood up on your tiptoes and kissed him. It was soft and sweet and perfect, everything he'd imagined their first kiss would be. When you pulled away, you were both smiling.

"So," you said, staying close enough that he could count your eyelashes, "I believe you owe me a proper date. One without any metal villains or exploding Ferris wheels."

"I can probably manage that," Jisung said, grinning. "Though I can't promise there won't be any interruptions. The whole superhero thing doesn't really come with regular hours."

"I'll take my chances," you said, then added with a mischievous smile, "Besides, dating Spider-Man has to come with some pretty interesting stories."

Two Months Later

You were walking home from your evening class, taking the long way through the quieter part of campus because you enjoyed the peace after a day of lectures and studying. It was a Thursday night, and the campus was mostly empty except for a few other students heading back to their dorms.

You'd been dating Jisung for two months now, and it had been... an adjustment. Learning to date someone with a secret identitty came with its own unique challenges. There were the sudden disappearances when his spider-sense went off, the nights when he'd show up at your window with cuts and bruises he'd explain away as "rough patrol," and the constant worry that came with loving someone who put their life on the line for strangers.

But there were also the incredible moments. The way he'd swing by your dorm room window just to say goodnight. The time he'd stopped a mugging three blocks from your apartment and then shown up for your study date five minutes later, slightly out of breath but smiling. The growing realization that you were in love with someone who was genuinely, selflessly good.

You were thinking about this, smiling to yourself as you walked through the alley that was a shortcut to your building, when you heard the familiar sound of web-shooters.

"You know," came a voice from above you, "it's not safe for pretty girls to walk alone through dark alleys at night."

You looked up to see a familiar red and blue figure hanging upside down from a web attached to the fire escape above. Even through the mask, you could tell he was grinning.

"Good thing I have my own personal superhero to protect me," you said, walking over to stand directly beneath him.

"Oh really? And who might that be?" Jisung asked, lowering himself on his web until he was hanging at your eye level, still upside down.

"Just this guy I know," you said casually, reaching up to roll his mask up just enough to expose his lips. "He's pretty amazing. Saves the city, helps old ladies cross the street, looks great in spandex."

"Sounds like a catch," Jisung murmured, his voice slightly muffled by the mask.

"He is," you agreed,

He slips his mask up to expose his mouth and nose.

Without thinking you grabbed his face and kissed him.

It was just like the movies—the upside-down kiss in the alley, romantic and perfect and slightly ridiculous. When you pulled away, you were both laughing.

"I love you," Jisung said, and even though he'd said it before, it still made your heart race.

"I love you too, Spider-boy," you replied, straightening his mask back down. "Now come down from there and walk me home properly. And try not to get distracted by any crimes in progress."

"No promises," Jisung said, flipping right-side up and landing gracefully beside you. "But for you, I'll try to keep the heroics to a minimum."

He took your hand, and you walked together through the quiet campus, just two college students in love. The fact that one of you happened to have superpowers and a tendency to swing from buildings was just a detail—an important one, but just a detail nonetheless.

As you reached your building, you turned to say goodnight, but Jisung was already looking up at the sky with that familiar expression that meant his spider-sense was tingling.

"Go," you said, before he could even explain. "Be safe. Text me when you get home."

"I love you," he said again, pulling you close for one more quick kiss.

"I love you too. Now go save the city, Spider-Man."

You watched him swing away into the night, his red and blue suit disappearing into the darkness between buildings. Then you headed inside, smiling to yourself and thinking about how much your life had changed since that first party where you'd almost kissed a boy who turned out to be so much more than you'd ever imagined.

Dating a superhero wasn't easy, but it was worth it. He was worth it.

And somewhere in the distance, you could hear the sound of web-shooters and Jisung's voice calling out some smartass comment to whatever villain was unlucky enough to cross his path tonight. You fell asleep to that sound, knowing that the city was a little bit safer because the boy you loved was out there protecting it.

A/N: an apology fic for failing to finish up my hyunjin fic!! Love you boogers!

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frequentlykit · 13 days ago

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N.RK | Boyfriend Head Cannons

these are my head cannons for riki as a boyfriend <3

1. holding hands

he probably doesn't enjoy pda much, but hand holding is okay. like if you go to lunch with friends, he's holding your hand beneath the table or drawing random shapes into your palm while pretending to listen to conversations.

i can also see him enjoying playing with your hands in general. at home if you're both watching a movie together he's holding your hand, twisting your rings, or comparing hand sizes.

2. back hugs

i feel like he's a fiend for both giving and receiving back hugs. if you're doing anything in the kitchen, like baking something or making him food, he's attached to you like a koala the entire time.

he doesn't talk a whole lot when he's not goofing around so i feel like gentle touches and connections like a back hug are his way of showing you he's there emotionally and physically.

3. phone calls

riki will sit silently with you all day, enjoying your presence and gentle interactions, but if you guys are apart? best believe he's calling you or asking you to facetime him.

if you haven't seen each other for awhile he'll tell you how his day went, going into all the little details because he knows you'll ask if he doesn't. and he makes sure to ask you how your day went too, consoling you if your day was long or tiring. and of course you guys talk for hours or until one of you fall asleep. (it's usually him)

4. gifts

riki seems like the type to give gifts to show he cares. just small things like a stuffed animal, a new hoodie, or a cute charm bracelet. anything to let you know he thinks about you all the time.

and if he's not giving you a gift he's asking you about things you're interested or things you want so he knows what to get you next time.

5. getting shy

riki seems like the type to get shy if you tease him and he probably acts way softer with you as opposed to his usual cooler persona around other people.

compliments and praise also make him go quiet with appreciation. if you were to compliment his dancing, unlike how he responds to other people, he'd probably go quiet, nodding awkwardly and smiling.

6. teasing

he's definitely the teasing type. he'll joke with you, tickle you, and basically do anything to make you smile. your happiness is his happiness and anything that makes you laugh is funny to him too. he also likes to mess with you about your height.

he likes to joke about your favorite foods and the different treats you like to eat, but really it's just to make you talk about them more so he can buy them for you later. everything is a love language and he simply wants to see that pretty smile everytime he's with you.

7. asking for kisses

i don't think he's afraid to ask for kisses. since your relationship isn't based on physical intimacy or displays of affection, riki doesn't take kisses so seriously. if you ask him for a kiss he'll give you one, and vice versa.

he also makes you give him a kiss everytime he does you a favor since "he doesn't do anything for free." so if he grabs something off of a high shelf for you, kiss. if he let's you wear his favorite hoodie, kiss. it's a simple trade.

8. height differences

he's clearly a decently tall guy so he doesn't mind your height. if you're way shorter he of course teases you about it. and if you're anywhere near his height he's still bragging about how many inches taller he is.

he'll purposely walk faster occasionally to see you rush to stay beside him, and he definitely talks shit when ever you ask him to get something off of a high shelf.

9. knows no personal space

if you're sitting alone he makes it his mission to make sure he's next to you at all times. he'll cuddle you, rest his head on your lap, anything.

and sleeping beside him during the cold months is great because he loves to hug you, spoon you, and his hands are always warm. but sleeping beside him on a summer day sucks because he loves to be close no matter what. so you have to kick off the covers an make sure the ac is running.

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frequentlykit · 14 days ago

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★ ATEEZ REACTION: When you hugging them while they prepare breakfast

★ PAIRINGS: Ateez x fem!reader | ★ GENRE: Romance, Domestic, Suggestive, Smutty Tension, Fluff, Slight Humor | ★ WORDS COUNT: 1,850 words

★ WARNINGS: Heavy romantic, sensual content, Implied sexual tension, Shirtless boys and lots of kitchen counter temptation, Touching, kissing, teasing, innuendos

★ HONGJOONG / 홍중

You wrap your arms around his waist from behind, cheek resting against his bare back — still warm from bed, muscles shifting under your skin.

“Morning,” you whisper.

He chuckles under his breath, still stirring something in the pan.

“Thought you were sleeping.”

“Was,” you murmur, nuzzling lower. “Then I smelled you.”

He smirks. “The food or me?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you press a kiss to his spine.

He stops stirring. Just for a second. You feel the tension shift, slow and deliberate.

“If you keep kissing me like that,” he says, voice dipping, “we’re gonna be eating cold eggs.”

You slide your hand down his abs, let your fingers rest just at the waistband of his joggers.

“So let them go cold.”

He turns slowly, grabs your waist with one hand, the spatula discarded.

“Breakfast can wait,” he says, eyes dark. “But I won’t.”

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★ SEONGHWA / 성화

He’s cutting strawberries in a perfect line, shirt tucked up on one side, the morning light turning him golden. You slide your arms around him and sigh.

“You’re too pretty to be up this early.”

He gives a quiet laugh and sets the knife down carefully.

“You always say that when you’re trying to start something.”

You kiss between his shoulder blades. Once. Then again.

“You’re warm,” you whisper.

He leans back into you, hand trailing over yours. Then he turns, pulling you by the hips into him.

“You really want me to forget breakfast?” he murmurs, nose brushing yours. “Because if I kiss you now, I won’t stop.”

You don’t reply — just tilt your chin up.

His lips find yours, slow and deliberate. His hands are firm on your waist. One slides lower, under the hem of your shirt.

“Bedroom. Now. Or the counter,” he mutters against your mouth. “Pick fast.”

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★ YUNHO / 윤호

You sneak up behind him while he flips pancakes, arms slipping around his waist as you hug him tight.

“Hey,” he says softly. “You okay?”

You nod against his back. “You smell good. And I’m cold.”

He grins, flipping one more pancake and turning off the stove without a word. Then, he turns in your arms and lifts you onto the counter like it’s nothing.

“Let me warm you up.”

You giggle, but he leans in, kissing you slow — hands braced on either side of your thighs.

The kiss deepens. His thumb brushes under your shirt. His hips press between your knees.

“You hungry?” he asks, voice rough.

“Not for pancakes.”

He groans softly and drops his head to your neck.

“You can’t say things like that unless you mean them.”

“Oh, I do.”

And you both forget the breakfast part entirely.

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★ YEOSANG / 여상

He’s quiet in the kitchen, focused on chopping, sleeves rolled, hair still damp. You wrap your arms around his middle and he flinches slightly.

“Sorry,” you whisper. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

He exhales through his nose, places the knife down gently, then rests his hand over yours.

“You know how dangerous that is?”

“You?” you tease. “Terrifying.”

He turns slightly in your hold, your lips brushing his shoulder. You’re still in his t-shirt — and nothing else.

“You’re not wearing anything under that, are you.”

It’s not a question.

“What if I’m not?”

He looks over his shoulder, mouth twitching. Then slowly turns, presses you into the fridge behind you, both hands braced on either side of your head.

“Say it again,” he whispers.

“I’m not wearing anything under—”

He kisses you hard, hips flush against yours, voice low and dangerous.

“Breakfast can wait.”

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★ SAN / 산

He’s dancing a little in front of the stove, loose sweats hanging low, arms flexing as he stirs something in a pan. You walk up and hug him from behind, chest against his back.

“Whoa—good morning to you too,” he says, laughing.

Your fingers slide under his hoodie, brushing against his stomach. He stills immediately.

“Baby…” he warns, voice suddenly lower. “That’s not fair.”

You kiss the back of his neck. “You smell like cinnamon.”

“That’s the oatmeal. Or maybe it’s just me.”

He turns around, slow, like he’s trying to keep control. When he sees you in nothing but his t-shirt, his gaze darkens instantly.

“You doing this on purpose?”

You just look up at him, innocent. He bites his bottom lip, hands finding your hips.

“God, you’re dangerous.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“Let me turn the stove off.”

“Why?”

“So I can focus on you.”

And he does — clicks it off, then walks you backward until you’re against the counter, kissing you like you’re breakfast.

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★ MINGI / 민기

You sneak up behind him mid-beatbox, his hips swaying in front of the stove as he flips bacon. He jumps slightly when your arms wrap around him.

“Jesus—baby,” he says, startled, then laughs. “You tryna kill me?”

You press against his back, swaying with him. “You’re cute when you cook.”

“I’m cute always.”

“You’re cocky always.”

He grins, flipping the bacon, then pulls your hands tighter around his waist.

“Is this your way of saying you want something else for breakfast?”

You kiss between his shoulder blades. His breath hitches.

“You better stop,” he mutters. “Because if you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna burn this entire pan.”

You run a hand down his chest and under his shirt. He groans, low and thick.

“Okay. Stove off. Hands on me.”

He turns, lifts you onto the counter like nothing, and stands between your legs, lips brushing your neck.

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you hugged me like that.”

And you do.

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★ WOOYOUNG / 우영

He’s humming to himself, boxers low on his hips, coffee brewing. You wrap your arms around him from behind and press a kiss to the curve of his spine.

“Damn,” he murmurs. “That’s how you wanna start the day?”

You nod, wordless, just breathing him in. He sets his mug down and smirks.

“Didn’t even give me a chance to drink my coffee first.”

Your hands slide under his shirt. He groans softly, then spins around, pinning you between his body and the counter.

“You think I’m letting you go after that?” he whispers.

His hand cups your jaw, mouth brushing yours but not kissing. Yet.

“Say please.”

You meet his eyes, pulse jumping.

“Please.”

That’s all he needs. He kisses you deep, with tongue and teeth and no space left between you. The coffee machine beeps, but neither of you notice.

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★ JONGHO / 종호

He’s shirtless, muscles working as he cracks eggs into a bowl. You hug him from behind, cheek resting against his shoulder blade.

“Smells good,” you whisper.

“The eggs?”

“You.”

He flushes a little, but doesn’t stop whisking.

“You’re distracting.”

You press a kiss to his back. “You’re strong. It’s hard not to touch you.”

He exhales, sets the bowl down, and turns slowly. His eyes are dark now — heavy, focused.

“If I kiss you right now, it’s not stopping there.”

You nod.

He steps into you, hands cupping your face like you’re fragile, but his kiss is anything but gentle. His hips press against yours, voice low in your ear.

“Back to bed. Now. Before I lose all patience.”

And you both forget the kitchen ever existed.

#I have a love hate relationship with domestic bliss #this is too cute #I can’t handle it #I’m OBSESSED

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frequentlykit · 14 days ago

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Oh my god they’re adorable 😫

Lost In Translation (Pt. 1) - Lee Know

summary: you speak different languages, but somehow always understand each other perfectly

pairing: lee know x fem!reader

genre: fluff, friendship dynamics

a/n: this was requested ♡

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frequentlykit · 16 days ago

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These are hysterical omg

THEY’RE DATING??

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Paring :poly!SKZ x Reader

Genre:crack,angst

Warning:Dispatch

Part 1 > Part 2

A/N:As my 300-follower event comes to an end, I want to thank everyone who sent me amazing requests and all of you who have followed me. I’m also grateful to have reached a new milestone of 800 followers! My requests are still open, but they may take a bit longer to complete than before. Since I’m not having to rush anymore

taglist(open):@satosugu4l @d4ily-s-nsh1n

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frequentlykit · 16 days ago

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chan got on that live today , got shy , talked to his australian friends , put disrespectful stays in their place , called them out for recording them when they’re off schedule said happy birthday and left … exactly king , exactly

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frequentlykit · 16 days ago

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hello! Could I request fluff — first kisses with stray kids?

~ fluff skz headcanons #5 ~

warnings: nothing bc we love fluff in this house. also i mention this in all of my posts now in everything i write; everyone involved is meant to be of legal age + for reading purposes, it is fiction. -> okay i wanna know what this kind of vibe is called in my banner photos cuz they're like pics i got from my pinterest board but i've always liked that warm, dreamy vibe type look in photos and just never known what its called lol?

방찬 ~ bang chan ~ your first kiss happens after an emotional heart-to-heart in the middle of the night, tucked beneath soft blankets and sleepy whispers

it's almost 2am when it happens, the world outside silent and half-asleep, and you and chan are lying side by side in his bed, the only light coming from the soft blue glow of his bedside lamp. the conversation had shifted from silly banter to something raw and honest, the kind of talk that only happens when it’s late and your guards are down. he’s on his side, head propped up on one arm, looking at you like you’re the only person left in the universe. his voice is low and gentle as he murmurs, “you know i’m scared of losing you, right?” and there’s a tenderness in his eyes that hits you right in the chest.

he keeps brushing his thumb over the back of your hand, like he needs to keep touching you to believe this is real, like you’re going to vanish if he lets go. you’re both quiet for a moment, breathing in sync, listening to the hum of the fan above and the rustle of sheets. then he leans in a little, hesitating for a beat, his breath fanning warm against your lips. “can i kiss you, please?” he whispers it like a secret, and your nod is barely there but loud enough for him to hear.

the kiss is slow and careful, his lips soft and warm, like he’s trying to tell you everything he’s too afraid to say out loud. his hand slides up to your cheek, holding you like you’re something delicate, something precious, and he kisses you like he never wants to forget how this moment feels. it’s not rushed or messy, it’s deep and meaningful, with the kind of weight that lingers long after your lips part. he rests his forehead against yours afterwards, his smile so tender it almost breaks you.

you stay close, tangled up in each other, fingers interlaced under the blanket. he’s whispering things like “you’re everything to me” and “i’ve been waiting so long to do that” with a look in his eyes that makes your heart ache in the best way. he keeps kissing your temple, your nose, your jaw, like he can’t stop now that he’s started. and even though it’s just a kiss, it feels like a promise, like a beginning to something much bigger.

the rest of the night, he holds you a little tighter, tracing soft circles on your back, pressing sleepy kisses into your hair every few minutes. you fall asleep in his arms with a smile on your face and a heart so full it feels like it might burst. and when you wake up, he’s already watching you, whispering “good morning, beautiful” with the same soft smile he wore when he first kissed you.

이민호 ~ lee minho ~ your first kiss comes after a playfully intense teasing session that spirals into something you both didn't expect

minho’s been teasing you all afternoon, that smug smirk never leaving his face as he throws cheeky remarks your way, poking fun at how flustered you get whenever he gets too close. you’re sitting side by side on his couch, pretending to watch a movie but really, all your focus is on him and the way he keeps inching closer, leaning in like he’s about to say something, then pulling away with a sly “what? did you think i was gonna kiss you?” every single time.

the tension builds slowly but surely, the kind that leaves your skin buzzing and your chest tight with anticipation. he brushes your hair out of your face casually, his fingers lingering a little too long, eyes locked on yours like he’s daring you to say something, to break first. you try to play it cool but he sees right through you, laughing softly, his voice low and teasing, “you’re so easy to read, babe.” and that’s when you finally snap.

you shove him lightly, trying to wipe the smug look off his face, but he grabs your wrist mid-motion, pulling you closer until your faces are just inches apart. there’s a flicker in his eyes, something deeper now, the teasing giving way to something more intense. “do you really want me to stop teasing?” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath, and before you can even respond, he closes the gap and kisses you hard.

the kiss is fiery, a clash of stubborn wills and pent-up feelings, his hands gripping your waist as yours tangle in his hair. it’s passionate, a little messy, teeth grazing and lips crashing together, but god, it feels right. he pulls back only when you’re breathless, his forehead pressed to yours, eyes dark and voice rough with affection as he mutters, “been wanting to do that for fucking ages.” you’re dazed and flushed, and he’s grinning like he just won a prize.

after that, the teasing doesn’t stop, it just changes. he keeps brushing his thumb over your swollen lips, shooting you looks that make your stomach flip. “can’t believe you finally kissed me,” he says, full of mischief, even though he was the one who made the move. and now that the first kiss is out of the way, he won’t stop. pecks on your cheek, kisses behind your ear, forehead touches while you roll your eyes. he’s smug as hell about it, but also completely in love with you.

서창빈 ~ seo changbin ~ your first kiss happens during a spontaneous adventure, soaked in summer rain and electric tension

it starts with changbin grabbing your hand and dragging you out into the street when it begins to drizzle, his grin wide and eyes sparkling with excitement. “come on, live a little,” he shouts over his shoulder, already soaked, refusing to let go of you. the rain picks up fast but neither of you cares, laughing like kids, splashing through puddles in the middle of a quiet street, hearts racing with something more than just adrenaline.

your clothes are sticking to your skin, hair dripping wet, and still he’s got that damn grin on his face like this is the best moment of his life. you end up taking shelter under the awning of a closed café, panting from all the running, both of you soaked to the bone. he’s standing so close, breathing hard, raindrops running down his face as he stares at you with that intense, unreadable look of his. “you look fucking gorgeous right now,” he says, voice rough, and you swear the air between you crackles.

he brushes your wet hair back, hand trembling just a bit, his eyes flicking down to your lips then back up. he doesn’t ask, he doesn’t wait. he just kisses you, sudden and hungry, like he’s been dying to for ages. the rain falls harder behind you but all you can feel is him, his hands cupping your face, the way he kisses like he’s pouring every ounce of emotion into it. it’s intense, fiery, but there's a sweetness too, the kind that leaves you breathless in the best way.

he pulls back with a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead to yours, water dripping from his lashes. “i’ve been wanting to do that since the day i met you,” he whispers, voice full of awe, like he can’t believe this is real. you’re both soaked and shivering but you’ve never felt warmer, standing there in the middle of the rain with your heart hammering in your chest and his thumb rubbing slow circles on your cheek.

he wraps his jacket around your shoulders, even though he’s already freezing himself, walking you home with one arm around you like he’s never letting go. he keeps kissing your temple every few steps, whispering “i really fucking like you” over and over like he’s scared you’ll forget. it’s the most spontaneous moment of your life and somehow, it feels like fate.

황현진 ~ hwang hyunjin ~ your first kiss happens during a quiet, artistic moment in his studio while he’s painting you

the room smells like paint and jasmine tea, soft classical music playing in the background as hyunjin hums under his breath, completely focused on the canvas in front of him. you’re sitting on a stool by the window, sunlight pouring in and bathing you in gold, his muse for the day. he keeps glancing at you, eyes sharp but full of something softer, something he’s too shy to say aloud. “don’t move,” he says gently, lips curling into a small smile, “you’re perfect just like this.”

he’s working in silence mostly, only breaking it to ask you to tilt your head or adjust your pose. but there’s this constant pull in the air, like every glance he gives you carries weight, like every brushstroke means something. he steps back from the painting finally, head tilted, arms crossed, and you can see he’s debating something. then he sets the brush down slowly, walking toward you with eyes locked on yours like he’s seeing right through you.

“you always make me feel things i don’t know how to say,” he murmurs, kneeling in front of you now, hands resting on your knees. his voice is low, almost shy, but his gaze is unwavering. he reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch so delicate it makes your breath hitch. the moment stretches on forever, and then he leans in, slow and sure, brushing his lips against yours like he’s painting a masterpiece with every kiss.

the kiss is soft and poetic, like him, filled with meaning and reverence. his hands cradle your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks, his lips moving with gentle precision. he kisses you like he’s memorising the shape of your mouth, like he’s scared to break the magic. when he finally pulls away, he rests his head against your chest, arms wrapped tight around your waist, whispering “don’t ever leave me, okay?” in the quietest voice you’ve ever heard from him.

you sit together on the floor afterwards, wrapped in his oversized paint-splattered shirt, sharing sips of lukewarm tea as he shows you the half-finished painting. it’s beautiful, just like the moment you shared, and you can see it now; the adoration in every brushstroke, the longing in every colour. and from that day on, every time he kisses you, it feels like he’s still painting that same masterpiece, piece by piece, just for you.

한지성 ~ han jisung ~ your first kiss happens during a late-night songwriting session that turns unexpectedly vulnerable and sweet

it’s just past midnight and you’re both huddled on the floor of his bedroom, surrounded by empty cans of iced coffee and crumpled lyric sheets. jisung’s laptop is open, a soft melody looping over and over through his speakers while he mumbles lines to himself, scribbling things out just to rewrite them again. he glances at you now and then, like he’s waiting for something but doesn’t know how to ask. you throw out a line as a joke, and he freezes, blinking like you just solved the whole damn song.

“wait... say that again,” he says, eyes wide, voice breathless. he’s looking at you like you’ve just handed him the missing piece to something way more important than a track. before you know it, he’s next to you, bouncing with excitement, clutching your hand as he plays the line into the beat. he’s all lit up, eyes sparkling, rambling about how perfect it sounds, but then he quiets suddenly. he’s still holding your hand. and now he’s staring at you with that open, almost scared expression.

“you always make everything better,” he murmurs, softer now, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. the words come out before he can stop them, and you don’t even get a chance to respond before he leans in slowly, hesitating right at your lips. “can i? please? he breathes, voice cracking slightly. when you nod, he kisses you gently, almost nervously, but full of all the unspoken feelings he’s buried in every love song he’s ever written.

the kiss is soft, a little clumsy, all warm breaths and shaky hands, but so genuine it makes your chest ache. his fingers cup your face like he’s scared you’ll disappear, and you can feel his heart racing as much as your own. he pulls back with a small, stunned laugh, cheeks pink and eyes wide. “holy shit... that actually happened,” he mumbles, before diving back in for another kiss, this one deeper, more sure, filled with a kind of affection he’s never been good at putting into words.

for the rest of the night, the song doesn’t get touched again. instead, he’s got his arms around you, murmuring sweet nothings between kisses and nervous laughs. “you inspire the fuck outta me,” he whispers against your hair, his voice still trembling a little. and even though the track is unfinished, the moment feels complete — like your lips wrote the ending he didn’t know he needed.

이용복 ~ felix lee ~ your first kiss happens while stargazing together in a quiet field, surrounded by fairy lights and late-night confessions

it starts with felix taking your hand and leading you to a quiet clearing outside the city, far enough away that the stars don’t have to compete with streetlights. he’s strung up fairy lights around a picnic blanket he laid out just for the two of you, and there’s snacks, a little speaker playing lo-fi beats, and the gentlest breeze brushing through the grass. he’s lying beside you, arm tucked behind his head, smiling up at the sky with a peace that makes you ache.

he turns his head towards you after a while, voice soft and deep. “i used to do this alone,” he says, his accent lilting like music. “but it’s so much better with you here.” his fingers find yours without hesitation, linking them together as he speaks about childhood dreams and homesickness, about how lonely he used to feel even surrounded by people. his voice is so full of emotion that it stirs something inside you; something quiet, something powerful.

he shifts closer, his other hand brushing over your cheek, his thumb tracing soft circles like he’s memorising your face by touch alone. his gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips, but he doesn’t rush, doesn’t push. “can i kiss you, angel?” he asks, voice barely more than a whisper, and when you give him the smallest nod, he leans in, the starlight reflecting in his eyes as his lips meet yours.

the kiss is featherlight at first, all soft sighs and lingering touches, like he’s pouring every bit of affection he’s ever felt into that moment. it’s warm and safe and slow, like he’s tasting the feeling of being in love for the very first time. when he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, letting out a shaky breath and whispering, “that was magic… you’re magic.” you can hear the smile in his voice and feel it in the way he squeezes your hand tighter.

you lie there for hours after, curled into each other beneath the stars, his arm wrapped around you as he hums quiet tunes into your hair. every now and then, he tilts your chin up for another kiss, each one sweeter than the last. he keeps whispering things like “i’ve never felt this way before” and “i’m so fucking lucky to have you,” and you fall asleep in his arms with the soft glow of fairy lights around you and his heartbeat echoing in your ear.

김승민 ~ kim seungmin ~ your first kiss happens in the middle of a heated argument that turns into an unexpected confession

the fight starts over something stupid. you don’t even remember what exactly, just that seungmin rolled his eyes one too many times and your patience finally snapped. he’s standing across the room with his arms crossed, brows furrowed and lips pressed tight, throwing sarcastic remarks like they’re darts, and you’re firing back just as hard. the tension is thick, the air practically vibrating with frustration.

“you never fucking listen!” you shout, voice cracking with anger. he scoffs, shaking his head, “maybe i’d listen if you weren’t so goddamn stubborn!” it’s ugly, loud, raw; the kind of fight that leaves your chest burning and your eyes stinging. but then he suddenly stops, shoulders tense, jaw clenched, staring at you with something unreadable in his eyes. “you really don’t get it, do you?” he says, voice low and shaking.

you’re confused, heart racing, still angry but now something else is creeping in. he crosses the room in three quick steps, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “i’m like this because i care too fucking much,” he says, eyes locked on yours, “because every time you look at someone else or walk away, it makes me fucking crazy.” and just like that, he’s in front of you, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him, the space between you charged with something deeper than anger.

he kisses you hard, sudden and desperate, all teeth and emotion, like he’s trying to get everything out at once. it’s intense, almost overwhelming, but there’s so much behind it. pain, love, fear, longing. his hands find your waist, gripping tight like he’s afraid you’ll pull away, but you don’t. you kiss him back with just as much fire, meeting him in the middle of all that chaos, letting the fury melt into something softer, something real.

when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing heavy. “i didn’t mean to yell,” he says, his voice trembling, “i just… i really fucking love you.” it’s the most honest thing he’s ever said, and the room is silent except for the sound of your hearts thudding in sync. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close, like now that it’s out, he’s never letting you go again. the fight forgotten, replaced by something so much deeper.

양정인 ~ yang jeongin ~ your first kiss happens at a summer festival, under fireworks and fluttering nerves

the air smells like cotton candy and smoke, laughter and music floating through the night sky as you and jeongin weave through crowds of people, holding hands tightly so you don’t get separated. he’s smiling wide, eyes sparkling beneath the glow of neon lights, tugging you towards every game stall and snack cart like an excited little kid. he wins you a stuffed bear after three tries and immediately blushes when you call him cute, hiding his face behind his hand with a shy grin.

as the night wears on, the crowd thins out and the fireworks start, bursting in loud colours above your heads. you’re standing near the edge of the field, away from the noise, and he’s beside you, quietly watching the sky with awe. you glance over and find him staring at you instead, lips parted slightly, his expression soft and dazed. “you’re prettier than the fireworks,” he says suddenly, then panics and turns away, ears bright red.

you laugh softly, nudging his arm, and he finally looks back at you, eyes wide with nervous energy. “i’ve been wanting to kiss you all night,” he confesses, voice cracking a little, “but i didn’t know if you’d want to.” the vulnerability in his voice melts you on the spot, and without saying a word, you reach for his face, brushing your fingers along his jaw as he leans into your touch like he’s been waiting forever.

he kisses you with all the nervous excitement of someone doing it for the first time, gentle and uncertain at first, but quickly growing more confident as he realises you’re just as into it as he is. his hands fumble a little, one settling awkwardly on your waist, the other still holding the plush bear he won you. when you pull back, he laughs nervously, cheeks flushed and heart pounding. “was that okay?” he asks, and you just smile and kiss him again.

you spend the rest of the night walking around with your hands intertwined, stealing shy kisses behind food stalls and between fireworks bursts. he keeps glancing at you like he can’t believe you’re really there, whispering “i’m so fucking happy right now” every time you smile at him. the festival might end, but that kiss stays with you; sweet, loud, colourful, and completely unforgettable.

#LOVE IT #im obsessed #it’s too cute I can’t #OMG

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I NEED more omg this is SO GOOD

Lunar Cycle [ Bangchan ]

Werewolf!Bangchan x fem!reader

CW: Descriptions of blood and bodily transformation. Bloodlust. Predator/Prey. ⤑ w.c: 7.4k

ׂ╰┈➤ Your new neighbor was seemingly the perfect man, albeit a raging insomniac, but who were you to judge. Restless nights lead to casual midnight conversations underneath the stars, admiring the bright natural light and immersed in one another's presence. Too bad neither of you were tracking the shifting moon until it was far too late.

After years of living outside and away from the bustling Korean cities, you'd think you would have gotten used to the hauntingly silent nature of the forest. Not tonight though. Something was different, wrong. All that work into conquoring your fears had been unravelled, its collapse triggered by one singular noise. A howl.

Not a whimper or the cackle you had come to aquate to the other fauna bounding around your home, but an immensely loud howl, one that broke through the piano tune you'd been working on. Loud enough to silence every other being in the forest. One that, though so life-like, had to have been imagined because it was impossible. Wolves were extremely rare in Korea, hunted to basic extiction and any modern sightings were nowhere near your house.

A few moments later another howl pierced the air, louder this time. Closer. Your fingers remained frozen atop the bone white keys, unable to move as the sound filtered through the air. Where you finally going insane? Were you so sleep deprived that you were imagining effects to such a realistic degree?

As the night creeped further into morning, your house remained dark, illuminated by only the moon outside. And though the fullness of its shape provided a bright light across the typically blind forest, it could only do so much to peirce through the thick branches. The sound came again, lower and reverberating through the thick walls of your cabin. Eyes darting outside, you tried desperately to locate the source, unable to move closer to the window.

Then came the scratching, splintering of wood far too close to your safe haven for comfort. There was no howl this time, instead something much more sinister escaped what ever creature lurked just beyond the moonlight. A growl, deep and territorial filled the night. No one dared answer back, the forest itself hiding from its calls. All but you. Unable to move, you could only listen as heavy thumps drew closer to your door, pacing from end to end of your cabin, so close yet just out of your visual reach. The sound of claws against bark sounded again, this time nearly inside your own home as a growl sounded again.

You couldn't move, dead still as your front door jolted againt the deadlock, heavy oak thumping before stopping. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, forced to watch as the door jerked and thumped against the hinges. Only when it stilled did you hear the grating tearing of wood, the low gruff howl accompanied with a growl as the creature pushed against the wall. A creak, a scape, a growl. Repeat. Creak, scape, growl. It only grew in intensity, filling every inch of the house before abruptly stopping.

Uncomfortable dead silence left you unable to tear your eyes away from the now still door. The air heavy and suffocating before the now familar growl reverberated through the house. With stiff muscles, you forced yourself to turn towards the source, eyes painfully wide as they connected with a pair of glowing amber irises peering in through the window. The beasts form remained shrouded in shadow, only its eyes visible as its lips curled back, sharp canines exposed enducing a terrified scream-

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Bolting upright you let out a fearfull gasp, air desperately being sucked back into your aching lungs. Your hand, cramped and filled with needles grasped at your throat as you tried to regain your senses, eyes flickering wide and unfocused. Gone is the haunting moon, its pale rays giving into war yellow streams of sun. Outside, the dead silent forest is alive once more, birds echoing overhead with taunting songs.

Your eyes couldn't help but flicker towards the cracked window just a few feet away, but gone were the sharp yellow irises that had stared you down, replaced by familiar trees dancing in the light wind. "It... It was a dream?" You breathed out in disbelief. It couldn't have been, it had all felt so raw, so real. The wolf had been so close you could smell the death upon his breath. Shifting, you cringed at the cold wood beneath you, pushing away from the instrument. The piano below you felt wrong, surreal in your still muddled mind, but it was the only thing grounding you to the scene from last night. It felt so real, and yet could it really have been just a manic insomnia induced nightmare?

A loud engine cut through your spiralling thoughts, making you jump from the cold bench beneath and towards the window in worry. It wasn't often that anyone came up towards the cabins and even less often for anyone to come so close to your own. As it drew closer, a heavily filled pickup rolled into sight, winding past your driveway and to the connected one just past the treeline. From where you stood, you could barely make out the bodies of two men hop out, seemingly laughing as they faced the long abandoned cabin in front of them.

Curious, you headed towards the doork and stepped out into the crisp morning air. A shiver ran down your spine at the change in temperature, but your attention stayed occupied by the new neighbors. From your porch it was much easier to see them, the cabin of intrest covered by tree cover but the two men stood between a break in the branches, leaning against their truck as they muttered to one another. You tilted your head at the one furthest from you, his body relaxed against the metal behind him but in comparison to the other blonde in front, he looked exhausted. His body curled in around himself, clothes far more disheveled with heavy set eyes despite the plesent grin he exchanged with his companion.

Both of them were beutiful, you couldn't deny, though your face ran hot at that thought alone. Lost in your own head, you tensed at the sudden low whistle that carried through the air, eyes snapping up towards the pair and blushing brightly to see both men staring back at you, one with a bright smile and the other with an exhausted wince.

"Hey there!" The blonde cheered, giving a hearty wave that you could barely return before the embarrassment of being caught settled in and you squeaked, turning and rushing into the house. With your haste to escape, you failed to notice the heavy gaze the dark haired man sent as your door closed, revealing the multitude of deep gashes gouged into the thick wood.

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After the not so smooth first meeting of your new neighbor, if you could call it that, you had resigned yourself to staying in your own house, fighting against the curiosity to venture out again in hopes of gaining a small peak of the tall dark haired man. He had seemed so exhausted, and your little companion starved brain couldn't help but feel sympathy for whatever had possible driven him to that point.

Most people didn't move out to the middle of nowhere for nothing, and with how tired he seemed, his story of migration likely wasn't one of pure curiosity. Maybe he was running away from a failed relationship, or escaping the pressures of his family legacy? Or maybe you were just being dramatic and the two men were here for some casual summer relaxation in the forest like normal people.

A loud groan escaped you as you swung your arm over your eyes, thoughts racing and sleep slipping ever further from your grasp as the hours ticked by. With a huff of defeat, you swung your legs off the bed and snagged a hoodie hanging from your door as you strolled out of the stifling room, trudging out the door in a fit of habit. Usally when your mind got like this you'd play something on the piano or mess around with another instrumental chord, but ever since the dream a few nights prior your once safe piano bench felt wrong, uncomfortable as if cursed to pull you into a nightmare again. So with heavy feet you headed out into the crisp night air, light from the slowly eroding moon shining down to light your path.

The forest was silent, but unlike the silence in your dreams, this one was comforting, not haunting. A natural silence that alluded to peacful sleep instead of nightmarish fear. Settling down on the bench closer to the treeline, you couldn't help but close your eyes, sinkin into the serene atmosphere.

"Hey." A loud yelp escaped at the sudden intrusion, body jerking in reflex and tumbling to the grass below. From above, the man froze staring down at your now collapsed form, basically buffering in shock. The two of you stared in silence for a few moments before he suddenly exclaimed; "I am so sorry!"

The frantic movement of his eyes from the bench, to his hands, to you and back was almost too comical as he seemed too flustered to figure out what to do next and instead stood there like a dumbfounded fool. Unable to take the visual any longer, you let out a laugh, bellowing from your chest and into the air. The man, who you could now recognize as your exhausted neighbor, looked almost shocked before letting out a few breathy giggles of his own and finally extending his arm down towards you.

"I am so sorry again. I noticed you walk down from your cabin and thought you heard me. I-"

He paused as you reached out towards his outstretched hand, smiling up at him despite the burn of embarrassment beneath your skin. "It's no problem, really. I was just lost in my head too much to hear you approaching. Sorry you had to see me go all spider mode."

He laughed lowly, hand still clenching yours even after you had stood up, eyes flicking between you and the forest around you. "I'm Chan by the way, Bang Chan" He finally focused on you, eyes meeting your own in an oddly intense gaze. "Sorry I wasn't able to introduce myself at our last meeting, seemed like you had somewhere to be."

His tone was almost teasing, warm hand squeezing your own as you groaned and closed your eyes to avoid his cheeky smile. "Don't remind me, I can't believe the first time you saw me was in my pajamas."

Chan just chuckled, glancing down briefly, "Seems like thats our fate."

Confused, you opened your eyes and looked at the man before suddenly jumping back, ripping your hand from his as the realisation of your state filtered through. "Oh my... Please, forget you've ever seen me." You covered your face with your hands, skin hot and cheeks flushed.

Chan could only chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, taking in your slippered form with a grin. "How could I after you've made such a lasting impression? Though if our third meeting goes the same way I'll be forced to dub you P.J in place of your name."

The light tease made you grin despite the embarrassment, peaking through your fingers at his shadowed form. "Funny. My names ___, though if it does happen again I couldn't blame you."

"Lovely to meet you, even if it is with us both in our plaid pants." He motioned to his own state of sleepy comfort, efforless grin stretched across his lips.

For the first time since the chaotic meeting, you really looked at your neighbor, taking in his features that were unable to be seen from afar. The lingering exhaustion that had weighed him down the first day seemed to dissipate, no longer unhealthy looking despite the shadowed eyebags. He was stalky, muscles obvious even through the t-shirt he had thrown on, hugging his abdomen in a way that was almost sinful. "What are you doing out here?" You finally asked, tearing your gaze away before your cheeks could literally light on fire.

Chan shrugged, taking a seat on the far edge of the bench. "Couldn't sleep, you?"

Following his lead, you settled down on the opposite end, "Same. I figured I'd try and let the cool air lull me into exhaustion. It usally works."

"Does it?" He pried, tilting his head back and looking towards the sky. "That makes sense, everything around heres just so-" taking a deep breath, Chan almost melted against the bench. "peaceful."

"Isn't it?" You followed his lead, head back and eyes closed once more, letting the suttle scents of pine and dirt fill your body. "I never thought I'd live in a place outside the city but ever since I moved here I could never imagine going back. The stars alone are worth fighting off a few wryly animals."

Chan hummed in agreement, silence settling before you spoke up; "Why did you move out here?"

The tension rose as the man beside you tensed, a flicker of guilt echoing across your expression to which he softly smiled before you could stumble over yet another apology. "Guess I just needed a change in scenery. You ever go through something that just taints every part of your soul to the point where you can't look at anything the same anymore?"

Grimacing, you hum. "More than you'd know."

"Then you'd get it. Sometimes you just have to runaway I guess, escape everything that reminds you of it." He glanced away from the stars, dark sihouette bathed in pale moonlight. "Start with a clean slate."

"Well, this is as clean as it gets." You grinned, "No judgement here considering already know each other so intimately."

Chan scoffed lightly, "Intimately?"

"Oh yeah, peak intimacy." You waved a hand to gesture between the two of you. "I don't just have deep conversations in my plaid pajama set with just anyone, Mr. Chan. Thats like level 3 intimacy."

Taking in the oburdity of your words, he let out a loud barking laugh, raising both hands in defeat. " Alright, you make a good point. clean slate and intimate friendship achieved already." You couldn't help but mirror his grin, the two of you settling back into an odd comfort, surrounded by the sleeping forest.

Minutes passed in comfort, hours as the forest began to awaken bit by bit, disrupted by the brief and casual conversation between the two of you. From lighthearted stories to deep digs at each others music tastes, you two found yourselves getting closer, any lingering awkwardness washed away like it had never existed.

"This was nice." Chan hummed through a yawn, the briefest bits of sun breaching the skyline as the stars gradually went to sleep. "I don't think I've talked this freely in ages."

"Hmm" You copied his yawn, contagious as you nodded too and began to stand. "It was nice having someone who actually answers back rather than me talking to the forest alone."

Chan followed suit, stretching. "Well, same time tomorrow?" His grin showed his teasing tone, but you couldn't help the warmth filling your chest at the proposition.

"After tonight I think I'll need at least a few days to recharge, can't have anyone spreading rumors if they find me out here in my p.j's three nights in a row."

"Oh no, can't have that." Chan playfully poked before settling into a soft smile. "It really was nice though. Get some sleep, okay?"

"Alright Mr. Hypocrite." You waved the chuckling man away, watching as he stumbled towards his own cabin before turning to send you one last way. With warm skin and a newfound light feeling in your chest you grinned and shook your head, "What are you doing to me?"

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As expected, neither of you woke up the next night in time to bask underneath the starlight, but gradually as the nights ticked by you found yourselves gravitating towards one another. It wasn't consiously at first, chance passings and gentle waves, but with each sleepless night you found yourself looking for the dark haired man, grinning like a school girl everytime you spotted him already sitting in the spot you two claimed.

He was perfect, kind and always willing to follow your lead. Whether the two of you talked well into day or simply laid beneath the stars intertwined in eachothers atmospheres, it was perfect no matter what. You never pushed too hard, never demanded answers to why he left the city and he did the same, respecting one another equally. Honestly, it was almost frightening how close you had become in such a short time.

Close enough to notice the small oddities that made Chan, well Chan. It started with gentle touches. Like a child reaching for a toy just to ghost over it to make sure it still existed. His hand would search out for yours, fingers ghosting over your pulse point as the two of you conversed only to pull away when you stumbled to return the gesture. He seemed hyper alert at all times too, eyes flickering between you and the forest at random intervals as if searching out for an invisible threat beyond your own senses.

It was all harmless, little quirks that endeered you to the man, though at some points you could have sworn you'd felt him sniff you. When asked, Chan quickly denied stating he had inhaled a mosquito and was trying to keep it out of his nose, and as undenyably false as that story likely was, you let it be.

Within the blink of an eye, a month of late night meet ups and stolen touches had accumlated. No longer were your restless nights filled with solemn piano tunes and pitiful longing, you had finally found something worth continuing for beyond just your music. Someone who cared, who shared a deeper pain but wasn't afraid to show it. With each meeting you could feel yourself falling further, returning home with a warmth blooming beneath your skin and a dull buzz in your chest. With each touch you wanted more, to be closer, to feel him beyond the ghosting of his fingers across his skin where he dared not linger.

Perhaps tonight would be that night? The two of you, bathed in the moonlight as you inched closer daring one another to make the first move-

Squealing, you paused the track and pushed your hands against your cheeks at the thought. Just how desperate were you? This wasn't some cheesy Kdrama, no matter how fast you were falling for the odd insomniac. With his stupidly warm smile and his inticingly cheerful laugh. The two of you all cuddled underneath the stars - did he even know what he was doing to you!?

Sighing, you rolled out your shoulders and slowly pushed yourself to your feet, moving through the house with trained precision. Your mind was spiralling far too much to even think of getting anything productive done. The air outside was cool, but not cold enough to warrent the heavy hoodie you usally wore. Glancing out into the dawning lawn, you spotted Chan sitting outside by his truck, smiling softly at the little sparrow jumping between the trees before him. The last few rays of the setting sun bounced off his hair, making it glow and match his shining smile.

With soft feet, careful not to disturb the peaceful scene before you, you headed towards the man who plagued your thoughts. "Hey stranger."

Peeling his gaze away from the cheerful sight, Chan grinned towards you, not even jumping at your sudden appearance. "Stranger eh? Is that all we are, I'm offeneded. And after I shared by chips with you last night, the betrayal."

Scoffing, you lightly pushed his shoulder, unable to stop the grin stretching across your face. "Those were my chips that you stole, thank you very much. And you still owe me from the countless snack raids you've already done to my poor cupboards."

"Legistics" He teased, waving you away. A familiar, comfortable silence settled between you as you too sat down beside him, watching the birds dance before they headed back to their nests for the night. "I thought you were going to head to bed early tonight?"

"That was the plan but something decided to keep me awake."

Chan glanced up at you, catching the slight rosey tint of your skin before matching it with his own. "Something," He paused, biting his lips slightly, "Or someone?"

The question caught you off-gaurd, sudden and all too directed as you turned to Chan. His eyes were already on you though, deep and intense brown irises twinkling under the gradually growing starlight. Your throat ran dry, all the words you wanted to say, the confessions you'd practiced with red cheeks in the privacy of your own home dying out.

Chan's cheeks gradually became more red as the silence stretched on, mentally kicking himself. "Hey I was just kidding-"

"Yes." One simple word shut him up, breathy and barely audible.

"Huh?"

You forced yourself to look into his eyes, squirming against the nerves that told you to shut up and run before he rejected you. "Yes, someone has been haunting my thoughts."

Chan gulped, fingers twitching as he resisted the urge to reach out, to grab your trembling hand and settle it in his own. "Who?"

Slowly, you shifted closer, the two of you barely breathing. "You." Before you could second guess your actions, you leaned forward. His lips were soft on the first brush against yours, impossibly so as you leaned into him even more. At full contact, you could have sworn your skin was going to light on fire, the feeling on him lighting every nerve up in tandem.

Chan couldn't believe this was happening. You, soft, perfect you were actually here. Kissing him. Filling every sense with yourself. You were so gentle, skin pillowy beneath his fingers as he pulled you closer. Neither of you wanted to stop, but the burn for oxygen became too much, forcing you apart just an inch. Your breaths filled teh cool air, chests heaving.

"That was..."

"Wow." You finished, bringing a hand towards your lips. They were warm, slightly puffed from the experience. A small, huff of disbelief escaped as you glanced from Chan to the sky above. "This is so cliche."

Chan tilted his head, chest still heaving. "What is?"

"That our first kiss would be under the full moon. Like some Kdrama moment. Its... surreal."

The man before you froze suddenly, his soft caresses pausing against your skin. "Chan?" His eyes frantically looked up towards the sky, begging for you to be wrong. But there it sat, just below the apex grinning down at him tauntingly. His hands suddenly pushed against you, body jerking back. "Chan? Are you okay?"

You sounded so worried, trying to reach out towards him again but he pushed back. "I, I can't. This was a mistake." His words came out jumbled as he frantically stood up, backing away to put as much distance between him and your heart broken figure as he could. "I'm sorry, I- I can't." And with that, the man who had just filled and broken your heart took off into the dark treeline leaving you sitting there with empty arms reeling from the shock.

What had gone wrong? One moment he was kissing you, basking in the moment and then suddenly he had to run? He couldn't do it? Couldn't what, be with you?

The fingers that had once felt warm against your lips suddenly dropped, your heart following suit as you stared towards the forest. How could everything fall apart so fast? Shaking, you pushed yourself to your feet, the gut wrenching feeling of dispair quickly erroded by rage and confusion. With little thought, you began to rush towards the trees, following after Chan's faint footsteps. You needed answers, even if it was just a rejection, you needed something more than just a stumbled "I can't".

Your heart pounded beneath your skin, blood rushing in your ears as you stumbled across the forest floor, using only the brief moon beams to guide you. "Chan?" His name echeod through the silent trees, no answer following. "Chan where are you? I-I'm sorry if I read the signs wrong. Please, just come out. We can talk, just briefly, I just don't want to leave like this."

Nothing beyond the haunting creek of swaying oak returned your call. Your nerves felt like they were on fire, tension buzzing on the surface as your muscles tensed in a fear to flee. "Chan, this isn't funny. Please." The forest seemed to taunt you, your last plea echoing as a reminder of your mistake.

"Go away ___!" The voice cutting through the air made you freeze, its low raspy tone reverberating through your chattering bones. "Go back inside!"

Shaking from the shock, you desperately looked around, trying to locate the man just to have a look, to make sure he was okay and that you hadn't absolutely destroyed the first good thing to happen to you in ages. "Please Chan, I just want to apoligize. I... I need to make sure you're okay before I leave."

Something cut through the air, an inhuman noise to your right. "I said go back inside! Leave!" Through the brush you could hear shuffling, a heavy groan following. "Go away!"

Again, you couldn't bring yourself to listen to his plea, footsteps ever so carefully carrying you towards the clearing. He sounded in pain, a low grunt escaping every so often. Had he tripped? Broken something in his desperation to flea? He couldn't seriously be so scared as to go through whatever pain he was in alone. Step by step you moved towards him, his desperate noises only growing in volume until you went rigid, the deep growl replacing pained huffs causing your heart to stop.

It couldn't... how...

On autopilot, you reached out, hand grasping the branch before you and pulling down, exposing the sight. Without thought, you gasped as your gaze fell upon Chans crumbled form, his body hunched painfully and swaying from side to side. At the sound of your arrival, his head jerked back, unexpectedly meeting your gaze with his own now glowing yellow irises - hauntingly familiar eyes that taunted you for countless sleepless nights.

"___." He growled out, your name no longer softly whispered and instead spat almost like poison from his lips. "Leave."

But you couldn't, anchord to your spot by a force out of your control. Forcing you to watch as a wave of pain rushed over the man you had began to care for - to love. His body folded in on itself, pained grunt devolving into whimpers as his body snapped, sharp and loud evolking a flinch from your own. "Please..." He begged as the tremors lightened, eyes flickering between vibrant yellow and his usual comforting brown. "Please I don't want to hurt you."

The words, pleading and desperate, died in your throat as another wave of agony hit the man below. A resounding CRACK echoed through the air as his spine arched, followed by the haunting rip of both cloth and flesh. You could only watch is terror as deep crimson stained the remains of his shirt, followed quickly by rivers of red from his hands as his fingernails peeled away, pushed down with the emergance of dark sharp claws.

Chan gave out another agonized cry, a warble of deep animalistic growls and high pitched whimpers. You could see his face shifting, teeth elongating painfully and ears stretching out. His pale skin dimmed even more as it cracked open, revealing small tuffs of fur along his arms and chest. With one last final crack, you watched the creature - no longer a man- crouch upon the blood stained ground, body tilting from side to side. Nothing but inhuman huffs and growls escaped into the air as the beast gathered its bearings, claws flexing before suddenly jerking his head up and snarling towards you. "___ RUN!"

It didn't sound like Chan anymore, lost was his soft teasing tones, and perhaps that was what finally broke you from your spell. No longer were you standing before the man you loved, instead face to face with the very same creature from your nightmares. Stumbling back like a new-born deer, you crumbled to the ground wasting no time in clawing at the hard soil beneath to force yourself upright and into a sprint. Behind, a piercing howl rippled across the night, signaling the start of the hunt. You couldn't look back though, no matter how much you wanted to stop, to wake up from whatever nighmare you'd fallen into, you couldn't. If you stopped, you died. Torn apart by the very man you were prepared to give your all to.

So you ran, rushing through the trees that no doubt left marks on your currently numb skin. The branches scrapped against the soft flesh of your legs but you pushed on. Another howl, closer this time, made you stumble to turn, praying you'd remember the way home. Though, could your home really keep him out? A creature strong enough to tear through flesh, who broke through the trees as if made from paper.

"___" The call was warbled, jumbled within a mess of huffs and growls behind you. Chan was gaining ground fast, his piercing gaze giving him every advantage he could need coupled with the intoxicating smell of your very being. It was hypnotizing to the wolf, pushing whatever resignations his human half tried to cling to. He needed you, Needed to feel your skin, to sink his teeth into the soft flesh hidden beneath your jacket, needed to drown in your scent until he made it his own. He would devour you, bring you close in an intimacy only known between prey and predator. He had to.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you forced your body forward, legs and lungs burning deeply to a point of dizziness. You could see your home, just behind the treeline, the pale light from your kitchen window barely illuminating the driveway. Safety was so close, nearly within your grasp before the slam of a heavy force from behind sent you tumbling across the forest floor. Your senses blanked at the impact, everything going in and out sporadically as you desperatly tried to regain your bearings. Not even two feet in front of you, you could hear the heavy gravelling huffs, the sound of soil shifting beneath his claws as saliva dripped from his elongated teeth.

"___." He nearly whined, garbled beneath the possessive growls escaping his throat as he began to shift closer. "You..." Unable to form the right words he needed, Chan lunged, caging your trembling form in uncomfortable closeness yet not daring to take the final bite just yet. His eyes rolled back in his head as he leaned down, hair uncomfortably touching your skin as he huffed against your neck, letting out another deep growl. "Need."

Another tear escaped as you whimpered, eyes clenched as tightly as they could. "Please, stop." You knew it was useless, not with how close he was. You were trapped, with no possible escape within reach. You dared to peak at the beast above, only to whimper as he drew closer.

For a breif moment, you swore his eyes flickered, dimming in amber intensity ever so suddenly but like a blink it was gone. "I can't." He nearly whimpered, your inticing aroma surrounding him and making his head spin. From here, he could hear your heart pounding beneath your ribs, blood rushing through your veins in overtime. It was too much, too tempting.

You watched in horror as his jaw extended, pale moonlight glistening off his saliva stained teeth as he drew in, preparing for the ending strike. Resigned to your fate, you closed your own eyes and let out one last cry. But there was no pain, no piercing as he clawed at your bones. Instead, the sharp sound of metal against bone echoed followed by a low, pitiful whimper. Still, you couldn't dare to open your eyes.

The whimpers died down above you, shifting into anothers heavy huffs. "___? Are you..." The mysterious savior paused, cringing slightly, "Are you okay?"

Gradually, still afraid to see Chan's snarling teeth, you opened your eyes and gazed up at the huffing blonde, armed only with a heavy shovel. At first, recognition escaped you, the stranger making you shift back before he stepped closer into the light. "Felix?" His name was foreign, only spoken in the grand tales of Chan's and his adventures during your nightly talks. It was surreal to see him standing above you, having last heard that he was far away in Seoul.

Wincing, Felix shared a small grimace of a smile, trying to look as non-threatening as he could with the bloodied shovel still clasped in his grasp. "Did he hurt you?"

The man of the hour laid sprawled out on the soil below, your gaze weakly flickering down towards his still wolfish form as you moved back slowly. Crimson covered the back of his head, striking a low hum of worry deep in your mind that you didn't dare act on. "Is he-?"

"Dead?" Felix finished, quickly shaking his head and holding out his hand. "No, it would take a whole lot more than that to kill him. We've got to go before he wakes up though."

The two of you quickly scrambled towards Chan's house instead of your own, Felix expertly chaining up the wooden door behind you before guiding you deeper into the house and settling down in the dark living room. The shock had started to seep through the adrenaline as you moved, making your body feel heavier and heavier with each step. "Am I dreaming?" You couldn't help but mutter as Felix settled down across from you.

Sympathy was all you could see on his face. "Unfortunately not."

"Then Chan is really a werewolf?"

He nodded, tensing as a familar low growl began to fill the air once again. "He is."

"Oh." Was all you could mutter, mind too muttled to comprehend what had even happened within the last few hours.

You looked pitiful, curled up on the floor with tear stained cheeks and muddied clothes. Felix winced as another tear rolled down your cheek at the loud howl outside. "I know it's hard to believe right now, but he really does care for you. This, the beast, he isn't Chan." Felix shifted towards the door as the familar scraping of wood began. "It's something too far beyond his control."

Silence fell between the two of you after that, heavy and broken between the loud, hungry sounds from outside. Yet neither of you moved, frozen in place upon the living room floor, eyes glued to the door as the hours ticked by. One by one the stars disipated into the night, the moon shifted in the sky and began to hide beneath the rising sun. With each ray of light the noises decreased, growls turning to whimpers before dropping to silence. Still, neither of you movied until the sun was safely in the sky.

Felix opened the door carefully, shovel still in hand, to reveal a crumbled Chan. His clothes were basically ribbons, clinging to his body only because of the sheer amount of blood coating his skin. The hair was gone, claws retreated back into broken nails and fangs nowhere to be seen. Despite all the carnage, he almost looked peaceful.

"You should head back." Felix leaned down and huffed as he began to drag the man through the doorway. "Try and get some sleep."

"I- Is he going to be okay?" Chan let out a low whimper as Felix got him through the door, his voice no longer low and animalistic and instead filled with pain.

Felix glanced up, a small grimace on his lips. "He'll survive. He always does."

Unsure how to respond, you could only nod, eyes unable to look away from Chan until Felix had moved him towards the hallway. "Can you tell him I'm sorry for me?"

"Huh?" Felix peaked around the corner, eyebrows furrowed, "You're sorry?"

"He told me to leave and I refused. I know this isn't my fault, but if what you said was true, and they are two different halves, I want him to know I'm sorry for not listening. " You wrung your hands together in front of you as you walked towards the door. "I- Take care of him, please."

Felix only nodded, watching with narrowed eyes as you escaped out the door, careful not to step in the crimson stain that had no doubt seeped into the wood. Huffing, he turned around and glared down at his fallen friend. "You idiot."

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The world was too bright, too loud. Everything turned to the max as his senses slowly filtered back into focus. "Idiot, absolute idiot." He heard, far too loud in his ears despite the obvious distance between him and the speaker. "I'm gonna kill him. Literally this time! Silver spear right to his chest Hyunjin I swear!"

The other side of the phone was too garbled to hear, but if the conversation was anything to go off, it was likely mocking laughter. "I'm not kidding, Hyun. I had to swoop in like Indiana Jones to keep his ass in line, the idiot forgot- again!"

It all hit Chan at once, the night prior flashing before his very eyes as his head pounded. He could hear her screams, could still smell the scent of her fear and the forest mixing together. His heart stopped as he remembered lunging towards her, claws and jaws extended. Despite the pain, Chan jolted upright, breaths escaping in pitiful gasps from his weak and bruised ribs, but the pain was nothing of the intense fear radiating through his very being.

___ ... Had he killed her? Had it happened again?

"Huh? Hey, hold on I think-" Felix's voice drowned into the background, overtaken by the sheer pounding of his heart beneath his chest. How could he have forgotten? After everything, how could he have let himself free again, let himself be around her in such a way that threatened her life. How could he survive knowing he may have killed the very being who had kept him alive the last month.

"-n... Chan-... Chan!" Soft yet strong hands gripped at his shoulders, forcing him to focus on the blonde standing in front, eyebrows furrowed as he assessed the spiralling man.

"Is she dead?" He couldn't help but ask, voice broken. It was a question he didn't actually want answered, didn't want to face the reality just yet but he needed to know.

Felix's worried expression softened, "She's fine, probably sleeping the exhaustion off in her bed."

"Shes-? But I-?" Tears sprung to his eyes, bruning as he tried to fight them off. "Shes alive?"

"Yeah, mate. Shes alive." Chan let out a sob of relief, the foreign feeling taking over his body and making him collapse.

Beside him, his friend watched as he unravelled, sympathetic gaze settling on the vulnerability overtaking him. "She wanted me to tell you she was sorry, you know for not running."

The brunette paused, tears still streaming but confusion overtaking anguish. "Sorry?"

Felix chuckled, "That's what I said. She was insane, apoligizing after literally almost getting her heart chewed on." His giggles slowly dissipated. "I think this ones different, Channie. You didn't see the way she looked at you. You need to talk to her."

Said man sighed at his friends admission. "I seen how she looked at me-"

"No, you didn't" Felix cut him off, "You saw how she looked at the wolf, the one who was chasing her. You didn't see how much it hurt her to see you in pain afterwards. She isn't like the last girl, she actually cares for your dumbass"

Did she?

Was there even a small sliver of a possible chance with her?

"So get your head out of your ass and go talk to her."

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Despite everything, you did end up crashing after you entered your home. The adrenaline had windled down into nothing and left you running on fumes. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out, and you didn't wake until well into the next morning. Everything hurt, your skin on fire from the multitude of scratches and your muscles ached from the torn fibers, but what hurt most was your mind.

Werewolves.

They were real.

And Chan was one of them.

It was incomprehensible. Impossible. Yet it had happened. And now you didn't know what to do. Logically, you should want to immediately pack your bags and hightail it the hell out of there, but you just couldn't. Something was keeping you back, an undeniable pull towards the kindhearted man that had stolen your heart over a month of latenight rendezvous. You needed to talk to him, to see him at least one last time. If he wanted you gone, then after that you would go, but you needed closure.

As if summoned, a heavy and reluctant knock echoed through the house. With stumbling steps, you opened the door and paused as you spotted the very same man who had overtaken your thoughts. He looked reluctant, eyes downcast and shoulders hunched to make himself seem smaller. "Hey." it came out as a whisper, as if speaking to loud would startle you into running.

"Hi." You breathed back, still frozen.

Chan glanced up, tense. "Can I... Can I come in? Please?"

Your heart stuttered, brain frying and rebooting before you finally jumped back, awkwardly opening the door. "Yeah, sorry."

He nodded in thanks, making sure to move opposite to you, avoiding all possible contact. Once inside, the two of you lapsed into another bout of silence. It was heavy and awkward, complete opposite to the comforting atmosphere you two used to share.

"I'm sorry."

It came out rushed from you both at the same time, heads bowed before you both glanced up confused. "Sorry-" You coughed, "You first."

"I am so sorry ___. Unbelievably sorry. Theres nothing I could ever say to make up for what I put you through and I could never imagine even asking you to forgive me. It was horrific, and completely irrisponsible of me to ever put you in that position. If I could, I'd go back in time and never ever disturb you on that bench. I should have left you alone and turned around..." He continued to word vomit out his feelings, talks of regrets and apoligies muttled by those last few points.

"You wish you never met me?" The words escaped in a low whisper, a few tentative steps back to distance yourself from the fumbling man. It was odd how much it hurt to hear, after all isn't this what you wanted? Closure? It couldn't get more closed and locked than this.

Chan's eyes widened as he frantically shook his head. "No! No, thats not what I meant. You were the best thing to happen to me in years and I wouldn't give that up for the world. I meant I wish I hadn't ever put you in danger for my selfish desires. It was stupid and deceitful, but I just couldn't help wanting more time with you. It blinded me and because of that selfish act, you almost died."

You took a small step forward, "But I didn't." With shaking hands, you reached forward and lightly grabbed onto his frozen arms , pulling you closer. "I didn't die. And as scary as the whole situation was, I don't regret meeting you Chan. I don't regret kissing you, or falling for you under the stars. I-"

"You don't?" Chan choked out, every bit of his well rehersed apology dying on his tongue. He hadn't expected this, fully prepared to say his piece, get cussed or screamed at, and then leave with his invisible tail tucked between his legs.

"I don't." Slowly, you moved your fingers from his forearms down to his palms and intertwined yours with his own. "I am willing to try, whatever we started, and learn. I can't guarantee to always make the right choices, but I'm willing to try."

The two of you stared one another down, his hands trembling ever so slightly in your own. "Even after everything, with who- with what I am?"

You nodded, gently squeezing. "Yes."

Chan took a deep breath, letting it out i a shaky sigh before nodding. "Then we try. We learn together and take this wherever the moon lets us."

"Wherever the moon takes us."

#so good #PLEASE #I BEG YOU #GIVE ME MORE #OBSESSED

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