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SHWES DONE IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

déjeuner du matin: bang chan

bonjour tout le monde!! I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything, I’ve been super busy :-) anyways, this is a little something I wrote for my own enjoyment based off of the poem déjeuner du matin by jacques prévert a/n: this is purely fictional,,, bang chan is only smoking to fit the plot thx

Il a mis le café dans la tasse

The bathroom door shuts quietly, echoing in the morning hours of the silent apartment. I sit at the kitchen island, sipping green tea from a mug and mindlessly scrolling through social media on my phone. I ignore every text from each of my friends—I don’t feel like reliving last night. His gentle footsteps resound in the hallway as he approaches the kitchen. Chan passes by me, avoiding my gaze and refusing to acknowledge my presence. His skin glows red beneath his white shirt from the relentless heat of the shower, and damp strands of hair fall on to his forehead as a bead of water rolls down his nape. My hand reaches up to wipe the water away, but after lingering in the air for a second, it returns to resting in my lap.

The tension is nearly unbearable. A longing gaze follows him as he shuffles around the kitchen: my eyes never even meet his face. He stretches his arm to pull a mug from the cupboard. A small, melancholic smile spreads across my face as he grabs the mug I bought him back home. Greetings from Sydney is blazoned across the front; he doesn’t give it another thought as he sets it on the counter before pouring black coffee into the shallow mug. Steam rises from the black rim, billowing towards the ceiling before evaporating into nothing.

Il a mis le lait dans le tasse de café Il a mis le sucre dans le café au lait Avec la petite cuillère, il a tourné

Chan takes quiet steps towards the fridge, searching for the milk buried beneath leftovers and beer. He pours it into his mug. The silence is stifling. He opens the utensils drawer to grab a spoon and dips it into the sugar bowl, dropping a couple cubes into his cup. The clinging of the metal spoon against the ceramic accompanies the ticking clock above the sink. It is the only sound in the room.

Il a bu le café au lait Et il a reposé la tasse Sans me parler

He sets the mug on the island, sitting a couple seats away from me. He mimics my movements, sipping from a mug and scrolling on his phone. Our eyes never meet. My phone buzzes once again with the texts of frantic friends; Chan never even glances over.

Seolhyun: what happened last night? you and chan left early…. you both seemed angry

Nayeon: let me know you’re alright,,,, love you!!

Changbin: are you guys ok?

I read my through my texts, sending vague responses to each person. By the time I finish and look up, Chan is finished with his coffee. He sets the cup in the sink, the ceramic clinging in the metal basin, and reaches into a drawer beside the refrigerator. I glance at his hand as he brushes past me. A pack of Dunhills and a lighter are hidden inside his fist, but before I can say anything, he is sitting near the cracked window with smoke drifting from his lips. He doesn’t smoke often—I feel guilty for putting him through the stress of the previous night.

Il a allumé une cigarette Il a fait des ronds avec la fumée Il a mis les cendres dans la cendrier Sans me parler Sans me regarder

He blows occasional rings from his mouth, and his secondhand smoke gets caught in my lungs. His cologne, his smoke, his presence—it all becomes overwhelming. Yet I sit there in silence, silently pleading for him to look at me. He doesn’t speak a word.

Barely halfway down the cigarette, and Chan jams it into the ash tray on the windowsill. Smoke continues to bleed into the atmosphere, dancing with the drizzling rain. He rises from his position, once again brushing past me without a single acknowledgement, and steps into my bedroom. His cologne and secondhand smoke trail behind him, and all I wish for is for him to see me.

Il s’est levé Il a mis son chapeau sur la tête Il a mis son manteau de pluie parce qu’il pleuvait

After a couple of painfully silent minutes filled with confusion and longing, he appears from the bedroom. The hem of black sweatpants fall just over his shoes, and his graphic tee is covered by a rain jacket. I feel a pang as I see the hat he is wearing—the hat I bought him. A small duffel bag hangs off his shoulder as he reaches into the fridge for a water bottle. I never once moved from my seat at the kitchen island. An ache erupts in my chest as he heads towards the front door, his shoes squeaking on the hardwood floors. Tears well in my eyes—God, why am I doing this?

”Chan,” my voice startles us both in the quiet apartment. Rain hitting the cracked window resounds. He freezes in his spot in front of the door, never speaking a word or turning around to look me in the eyes.

”Please,” a barely there whisper exits my lips, one full of pain and longing and confusion and regret.

He looks back for a brief moment, our eyes meeting for mere seconds, “I can’t do this right now.”

Et il est parti Sous la pluie Sans une parole Sans me regarder

I find myself jumping up from the counter and rushing over to his distant figure—what had happened to us? My hand falls upon his shoulder as one final plea for him to stay. He shrugs it off without a single word.

Chan’s fingers wrap around the brass doorknob, twisting it until he hears the gentle click of the lock. He steps out of the apartment without ever looking back. The door slams shut behind him, and I am once again left in silence. The clock continues to tick, echoing on the marble countertops. Tears continue to roll down my cheeks, and anger overcomes me as sadness continues to emanate from my being. A draft blows through cracked window. I shut the window, watching Chan trudge down the sidewalk, through the rain, and become lost in the passing faces. He doesn’t look back once.

Et moi j’ai pris ma tête dans ma main Et j’ai pleuré

I sit back at my spot at the island, looking down at my phone once more. A tear lands in the center of my screen. Texts appear from my friends and from Chan’s friends, but never does his name present itself to me. What happened to us—what caused us so much heartbreak? When do we stop trying?

The pack of Dunhills and his lighter sit on the corner of the island and his cup rests in the sink—the only remnants left of his presence. The ticking of the clock is drowned out by my tears. I place my head in my hands, elbows on the counter, and cry—comforted by nothing but the passing seconds and the lingering scent of him.

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who has the biggest dick energy in kpop

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holland has officially declared july as pride month pt 2 so everyone celebrate accordingly

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I need discourse on wonwoo’s kinks

wonwoo is such a vanilla lil guy alexa play call call call

honestly thinking abt wonwoo in lingerie makes me wnat to kermit because hes just THAT pretty but i feel like tbh honestly truly actually factually think he rlly prefers it on his partner more than on himself?? he likes running his hands on the different kinds of fabrics and he loves the whole aesthetic of it we’re not gnna sit here and act like wonwoo wouldnt be about the artsy nude life

also like .......... not to be dramatic but he could be on a church bus on his way to the vatican and be down for a blowjob like the oral fixation is REAL with him and as his partner u wonder like damn boy dont u ever get tired of gettin ya dick sucked but nah he’s always down

i briefly mentioned it w/ the lingerie bit but wonwoo seems like a v hands on person and i feel like he likes textures a lot??? like he likes to feel different types of textures and things and especially fabric so uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh grinding dkjsjsdkkjd like he’d be into rubbing against like denim and velvet and satin more than skin idk if theres a more specific word for this mf rip

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What do you think Mingyu’s kinks are??

i know yall probably seen it comin lmao but daddy kink! personally dont see him into the whole lifestyle or nything but he def likes being called that in bed jfgklfdkjljfdkfdjk but u kno what later in life he’ll be perfect sugar daddy material but thats a dif story for a dif time

this hoe prob has like a hidden stash of sex toys and thats tea. correction: he thinks they hidden but its just a cardboard box in the bottom of him closet with a blanket thrown on top of it boy thinks he’s the Master Deceiver when in reality everyone knows its there but no one wants to kno what he needs 3 of the same exact vibrators just in different colors for

can i get a mf uhhhhhhhhhhh bondage??? like listen rope leather silk cotton ANY texture he wants to try and he don’t care if it’s him tying his partner up cause that looks cute n shit but also he thinks it feels nice against himself too OOF

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changsub has bde change my mind

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180601 Gimpo Airport off to Japan Holy Jiae ✧ do not edit.

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requests

bonjour tout le monde!! please send in some requests for blurbs, mtls, kinks, etc. I’m bored but I currently don’t have access to my works in progress!! :-)