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[muddy-water-1997]

Your friendly reminder that if it feels too good to be true then it probably is.

Dude genuinely thought he could catfish me after we matched on hinge like wtf

Not to get too deep because this is my writing blog but DAMN I’m never letting myself get butterflies over a man again. It’s Bangchan or nothing I s2g

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Okay babies we’re BACK! So- here’s the plan:

- I’m going to do a quick little timeline so people can follow the story a little better

- THEN I’m going to put together a final 1-3 chapters to round the story off as nicely as possible. I don’t know how many chapters it’s going to take but we shall see!

- don’t worry though- my OT8 fics won’t be going ANYWHERE if you wanna see anything in particular just drop me a message!

- I might start looking at doing a second season of The Intern just to fill the gap while I sort this mess out.

Questions, comments, concerns- feel free to ask ❤️

Okay so it’s clear that Agency with Benefits is confusing a LOT of people. Oh lord.

I’ve been at work all day today so sorry for not commenting sooner

I’m honestly not surprised- it’s the first long form fic I have EVER written!!!! I’m still super proud of it but I don’t want to tarnish its legacy.

I’m loving polls at the moment (no one is shocked) so I’m using another one to let you, the audience decide what I do next.

We can do a mix of all three, I don’t mind! I’m gonna tag the tag list below and hold off on updating the story for a hot sec until we figure this out!

@fr34k4c1dr41n @rylea08 @stellasays45 @darthmaddie25 @whatsk-poppinhomies @minnieprincess85 @purp13st4r @livixcore @hyun-hwanj @0325tiny @privhace @goldilovesharry @jisunglyricist @gloriajovicc @mimililylupinblack @laney1488 @missbangtangirl @palindrome969

[muddy-water-1997]

Boosting this quick before I head to sleep! Hoping to be able to plan some bits out. To those who have voted for questions feel free to DM me, write them in the replies etc etc.

It seems like a few people want me to wrap it up so we’ll see what happens in the morning!

Goodnight friends!

Okay so it’s clear that Agency with Benefits is confusing a LOT of people. Oh lord.

I’ve been at work all day today so sorry for not commenting sooner

I’m honestly not surprised- it’s the first long form fic I have EVER written!!!! I’m still super proud of it but I don’t want to tarnish its legacy.

I’m loving polls at the moment (no one is shocked) so I’m using another one to let you, the audience decide what I do next.

We can do a mix of all three, I don’t mind! I’m gonna tag the tag list below and hold off on updating the story for a hot sec until we figure this out!

@fr34k4c1dr41n @rylea08 @stellasays45 @darthmaddie25 @whatsk-poppinhomies @minnieprincess85 @purp13st4r @livixcore @hyun-hwanj @0325tiny @privhace @goldilovesharry @jisunglyricist @gloriajovicc @mimililylupinblack @laney1488 @missbangtangirl @palindrome969

[muddy-water-1997]

Okay so it’s clear that Agency with Benefits is confusing a LOT of people. Oh lord.

I’ve been at work all day today so sorry for not commenting sooner

I’m honestly not surprised- it’s the first long form fic I have EVER written!!!! I’m still super proud of it but I don’t want to tarnish its legacy.

I’m loving polls at the moment (no one is shocked) so I’m using another one to let you, the audience decide what I do next.

We can do a mix of all three, I don’t mind! I’m gonna tag the tag list below and hold off on updating the story for a hot sec until we figure this out!

@fr34k4c1dr41n @rylea08 @stellasays45 @darthmaddie25 @whatsk-poppinhomies @minnieprincess85 @purp13st4r @livixcore @hyun-hwanj @0325tiny @privhace @goldilovesharry @jisunglyricist @gloriajovicc @mimililylupinblack @laney1488 @missbangtangirl @palindrome969

[muddy-water-1997]

Hey! So after that nonny ask I’m concerned that other people are finding it hard to follow Agency w Benefits as we move into chapter 24. Do y’all need a timeline of events?

[muddy-water-1997]

Lunnnnaaaaa, I love your writing and I really like Agency w Benefits but I’m confused on what’s happening, I feel like I’m not following the story well 🥺 can you please give me a timeline of what’s going on? I’m not sure if I’m just not reading it close enough together or if I’m just confused.

Hi nonny!! You’re absolutely fine! I thought this might end up happening which is why I tried to add some distance between chapter 22 and chapter 23!

Chapter 1,2,3 & 4 happen in the same night- day one

Chapters 5-9 happen the next day and 10 takes place in that evening - day two

Chapters 11-15 happen on day 3 with 16 & 17 taking place on the plane

Chapters 18-20 take place on the first night in Seoul

Chapter 21 & 22 take place on the second night in Seoul

Chapter 23 is then about a 3 week jump forward putting us just over a month from the night of the concert!

I hope this helps in some way!! If you want me to do a full breakdown chapter by chapter I absolutely can!

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YOUR COMMENTS ALWAYS MAKE MY DAY!

Yes yes expect some bullshittery from someone

Y/N finally gets the best of both worlds but someone we know can be rather greedy when it comes to getting what he wants.

Thank you for your support as always nana!

𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌

𝖳𝖶: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾?

Chapter 23 - An Arrangement

It had been a few weeks since that night in your apartment, and things had gradually cooled. Although you hadn't had direct contact with Seungmin, Chan ensured you stayed busy by dragging you to dance practice to keep you from going stir-crazy. While there was no way you could keep up with the group's rigorous routines, it was fun to try. Hyunjin spent hours patiently trying to teach you the simplest choreography, but it always ended with you doubling over in laughter. He was convinced you were purposely messing up, only to realise you truly had no rhythm.

Chan also brought you to the studio with 3RACHA, trying to show you the basics of producing and letting you watch the creative process unfold. Changbin thought getting you into the recording booth would be hilarious, attempting to teach you Korean and how to sing simultaneously. Predictably, it went as well as expected, with the four of you ending up in fits of laughter whenever you mispronounced something, inadvertently giving the lyrics a completely different meaning.

It was nice to hang out with Chris and the group like friends, without the looming threat of a media scandal. Chan maintained regular contact with the company execs, trying to gauge how the situation was unfolding back home and how likely it was that you'd be able to return. A part of you didn’t want to leave anytime soon; things had never been better. However, there was one aspect that felt off—Chris.

Despite the fun and camaraderie, Chris hadn't made the slightest move on you since that night, which felt strange. You were used to the intense affection and attention from the guys, and the abrupt shift from 100 to 0 was jarring. Chris wanted to take things slow, but after three weeks of dates and loving gestures, he hadn't confessed his feelings or tried to be intimate. You missed the connection, the physical and emotional intimacy that had once been so intense.

It left you in a state of confusion and longing, wondering why he was holding back and if he felt the same aching void you did. The uncertainty gnawed at you, making the days blur together in a mix of joy and frustration. Despite the laughter and lighthearted moments, the absence of his touch and the unspoken words weighed heavily on your heart.

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“Hey, babe?” Chris called from the sofa of your apartment into the kitchen, where you were preparing some snacks for the movie night you had planned. While the movie was a good front, there was a real reason you had invited him here tonight. You wanted to cut the bullshit. Sure, the comeback was around the corner, but it had been three weeks since Seungmin had cornered you in your apartment and three weeks since Chris said he liked you and wanted to take things slow. You’d been patient; you’d been the perfect non-girlfriend-girlfriend to him, but besides the odd cute nickname, he treated you more like a mate than someone he had actual feelings for.

“Give me a sec, Chris,” you called back, emphasising his name instead of the usual Chan, Channie, or Babe, hoping it would signal the seriousness of why he was really here.

You took a deep breath, gathered the snacks on a tray, and entered the living room. Chris was lounging comfortably, but there was a slight tension in his eyes as he watched you approach. Setting the tray down on the coffee table, you turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Chris," you began, your voice steady but soft, "we need to talk."

“That’s almost as bad as calling me Christopher,” he laughed lightly. You smiled, trying to keep the conversation light despite the weight in your heart.

“What’s going on?” he asked gently, taking your hand in his.

“It’s been three weeks…” you began, your voice low. His expression shifted to one of understanding.

“Are you horny?” he asked with a chuckle, and your eyes widened in shock.

“No! I mean, yes, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make,” you said, playfully hitting his shoulder. “I’m starting to wonder if you’re regretting what you said that night,” you added tentatively.

“Regret it?” he repeated, his eyes full of concern as he shifted closer to you. “Regret telling you that I’m falling for you? Baby, no! Why would you even think that?”

“Apart from the occasional nickname and hand-holding, you haven’t really tried to ask me out or even get close to me…” you mumbled, your eyes flickering to where your hands were intertwined. “If you see me as more of a friend, that’s okay! I’d just rather know so I can protect my own heart.” You say with a sad smile.

“Y/N, look at me,” Chris pressed, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. “You’re right; I haven’t been as involved as I should have been. After that night with Seungmin and seeing how you’ve been with everyone since then, I could tell that part of you might be unable to give up what you had with the rest of the boys.” He brought a hand up to your face, caressing your cheek tenderly.

“I’d give it all up for you,” you said, leaning into his hand, savouring the touch, the most intimate you had been in weeks.

“I know you would, beautiful, but I want you to be happy too,” he said softly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently. “So I’ve been distant because I’ve had to think long and hard about what to do.”

“Are you going to leave me?” you asked, your eyes sad and searching his.

“No, baby, not at all,” he reassured you, his voice low and steady. “I was thinking that maybe we could come to an arrangement?”

“An arrangement?” you echoed, confused.

Chris took a deep breath. “I want us to be together, truly together. But I also understand that you have a connection with the other guys. What if we find a way to balance everything, to make sure you’re happy and fulfilled without losing what we have?”

“So I get to have you, and we can play around with the others if we feel like it?” you asked, needing clarification.

“Yeah, essentially. But there would have to be some ground rules moving forward because, for all intents and purposes, you are mine. I’m nice enough to share with the others, only for your pleasure.” He said the words with such certainty, and you closed your eyes, savouring the possessiveness and affection in his voice.

“I’m yours,” you repeated, opening your eyes before crashing your lips onto his.

The kiss was intense, filled with all the pent-up emotions and longing you had felt over the past weeks. Chris pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. He swiftly picked you up, your lips never leaving his skin as your legs wrapped around his body, and he walked you into the bedroom. 

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Laying you on the bed, he continued his assault on your lips. 

“Since you’re mine, I get to enjoy you alone,” Chris murmured, his eyes dark with desire. The shift in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel yourself getting wet from just the way he was looking at you. Finally, after three weeks, you were going to feel him.

“All yours, baby,” you confirmed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris pressed another passionate kiss against your lips, his hands roaming your body with reverence. He treated you gently like you were made of the finest china, his touch worshipful. Each caress sent waves of pleasure through you, making your breath hitch.

He slowly undressed you as if unwrapping a precious gift, taking his time with each article of clothing. His fingers traced the curves of your body, lingering over every inch of skin revealed. The intensity of his gaze made you feel cherished and adored.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion and desire. His hands continued exploring slowly, setting your skin ablaze with every touch.

You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, craving more. “Chris...”

“Shh, baby,” he soothed, kissing a path down your neck. “I want to savor this.”

His lips followed the trail his hands had made, leaving a path of fire in their wake. When he finally had you completely bare, he took a moment to admire you, his eyes drinking in every detail.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, and you felt your heart swell with love and desire.

He joined you in your nakedness, his body pressing against yours, skin to skin. The feeling was electrifying, a perfect blend of intimacy and lust. As he settled between your legs, his eyes met yours, and you saw the depth of his emotions there.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Wanted you.”

“Then take me,” you urged your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

You didn’t have to ask him twice. Chris ran his cock through your folds, covering himself in your slick before pushing into you gently. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed more of himself in.

“So perfect, so tight,” he growled, and you pulled his face down to meet your lips, desperate to have as much of him on you as possible. When he had finally buried himself to the hilt, you took a moment to adjust to his size while he kissed your neck, leaving little marks to make it known you were his.

“Chris…” you arched your back slightly, desperate to feel some friction.

“That’s not my name, princess,” he chuckled against your neck.

“Baby, please…” you corrected yourself, attempting to move yourself on his cock, causing his breath to hitch.

“Good girl,” he praised before he started moving at a slow pace. This wasn’t a quick fuck; he wanted to make love to you, to show you how much he truly treasured you. “God, you’re going to be the death of me. How am I ever going to leave this bed?” he growled, picking up his pace slightly.

You moaned, your body responding to his every touch, every thrust. His slow, deliberate movements were driving you wild, each one bringing you closer to the edge. Chris’s hands roamed your body, caressing your breasts, your hips, every part of you that he could reach.

“Chris… I need more,” you begged, your voice breathy with desire.

“Anything for you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He picked up the pace, his hand finding your clit and rubbing slow, agonising circles as his thrusts became more intense, more urgent.

Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust brought you closer to that blissful edge. Chris’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, your hands clutching at his back, desperate to hold on to this moment.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

His words pushed you over the edge, and you came undone around him, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Chris followed soon after, his own release intense and powerful. He held you close, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss as you both came down from the high.

As you lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, you felt a sense of completeness, of being exactly where you were meant to be. Chris brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

“I love you, girlfriend”, he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I love you too, boyfriend”, you replied, your heart full.

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌!  𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

𝖳𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 @fr34k4c1dr41n @rylea08 @stellasays45 @darthmaddie25 @whatsk-poppinhomies @minnieprincess85 @purp13st4r @livixcore @hyun-hwanj @0325tiny @privhace @goldilovesharry @jisunglyricist @gloriajovicc @mimililylupinblack @laney1488 @missbangtangirl @palindrome969

Orange means I couldn’t tag you!

[muddy-water-1997]

Anyway- chapter 23 is up, and I hadn't written smut in a WHILE, so I'm sorry if it's a little lacklustre.

I've got a killer headache starting but I'll be active again a little later tonight for the asks that have come through <3

[muddy-water-1997]

Channie’s little confused face ☹️💗

God he’s so cute .. I hope he never figures anything out 🥺💗

[muddy-water-1997]

𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌

𝖳𝖶: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾?

Chapter 23 - An Arrangement

It had been a few weeks since that night in your apartment, and things had gradually cooled. Although you hadn't had direct contact with Seungmin, Chan ensured you stayed busy by dragging you to dance practice to keep you from going stir-crazy. While there was no way you could keep up with the group's rigorous routines, it was fun to try. Hyunjin spent hours patiently trying to teach you the simplest choreography, but it always ended with you doubling over in laughter. He was convinced you were purposely messing up, only to realise you truly had no rhythm.

Chan also brought you to the studio with 3RACHA, trying to show you the basics of producing and letting you watch the creative process unfold. Changbin thought getting you into the recording booth would be hilarious, attempting to teach you Korean and how to sing simultaneously. Predictably, it went as well as expected, with the four of you ending up in fits of laughter whenever you mispronounced something, inadvertently giving the lyrics a completely different meaning.

It was nice to hang out with Chris and the group like friends, without the looming threat of a media scandal. Chan maintained regular contact with the company execs, trying to gauge how the situation was unfolding back home and how likely it was that you'd be able to return. A part of you didn’t want to leave anytime soon; things had never been better. However, there was one aspect that felt off—Chris.

Despite the fun and camaraderie, Chris hadn't made the slightest move on you since that night, which felt strange. You were used to the intense affection and attention from the guys, and the abrupt shift from 100 to 0 was jarring. Chris wanted to take things slow, but after three weeks of dates and loving gestures, he hadn't confessed his feelings or tried to be intimate. You missed the connection, the physical and emotional intimacy that had once been so intense.

It left you in a state of confusion and longing, wondering why he was holding back and if he felt the same aching void you did. The uncertainty gnawed at you, making the days blur together in a mix of joy and frustration. Despite the laughter and lighthearted moments, the absence of his touch and the unspoken words weighed heavily on your heart.

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“Hey, babe?” Chris called from the sofa of your apartment into the kitchen, where you were preparing some snacks for the movie night you had planned. While the movie was a good front, there was a real reason you had invited him here tonight. You wanted to cut the bullshit. Sure, the comeback was around the corner, but it had been three weeks since Seungmin had cornered you in your apartment and three weeks since Chris said he liked you and wanted to take things slow. You’d been patient; you’d been the perfect non-girlfriend-girlfriend to him, but besides the odd cute nickname, he treated you more like a mate than someone he had actual feelings for.

“Give me a sec, Chris,” you called back, emphasising his name instead of the usual Chan, Channie, or Babe, hoping it would signal the seriousness of why he was really here.

You took a deep breath, gathered the snacks on a tray, and entered the living room. Chris was lounging comfortably, but there was a slight tension in his eyes as he watched you approach. Setting the tray down on the coffee table, you turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Chris," you began, your voice steady but soft, "we need to talk."

“That’s almost as bad as calling me Christopher,” he laughed lightly. You smiled, trying to keep the conversation light despite the weight in your heart.

“What’s going on?” he asked gently, taking your hand in his.

“It’s been three weeks…” you began, your voice low. His expression shifted to one of understanding.

“Are you horny?” he asked with a chuckle, and your eyes widened in shock.

“No! I mean, yes, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make,” you said, playfully hitting his shoulder. “I’m starting to wonder if you’re regretting what you said that night,” you added tentatively.

“Regret it?” he repeated, his eyes full of concern as he shifted closer to you. “Regret telling you that I’m falling for you? Baby, no! Why would you even think that?”

“Apart from the occasional nickname and hand-holding, you haven’t really tried to ask me out or even get close to me…” you mumbled, your eyes flickering to where your hands were intertwined. “If you see me as more of a friend, that’s okay! I’d just rather know so I can protect my own heart.” You say with a sad smile.

“Y/N, look at me,” Chris pressed, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. “You’re right; I haven’t been as involved as I should have been. After that night with Seungmin and seeing how you’ve been with everyone since then, I could tell that part of you might be unable to give up what you had with the rest of the boys.” He brought a hand up to your face, caressing your cheek tenderly.

“I’d give it all up for you,” you said, leaning into his hand, savouring the touch, the most intimate you had been in weeks.

“I know you would, beautiful, but I want you to be happy too,” he said softly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently. “So I’ve been distant because I’ve had to think long and hard about what to do.”

“Are you going to leave me?” you asked, your eyes sad and searching his.

“No, baby, not at all,” he reassured you, his voice low and steady. “I was thinking that maybe we could come to an arrangement?”

“An arrangement?” you echoed, confused.

Chris took a deep breath. “I want us to be together, truly together. But I also understand that you have a connection with the other guys. What if we find a way to balance everything, to make sure you’re happy and fulfilled without losing what we have?”

“So I get to have you, and we can play around with the others if we feel like it?” you asked, needing clarification.

“Yeah, essentially. But there would have to be some ground rules moving forward because, for all intents and purposes, you are mine. I’m nice enough to share with the others, only for your pleasure.” He said the words with such certainty, and you closed your eyes, savouring the possessiveness and affection in his voice.

“I’m yours,” you repeated, opening your eyes before crashing your lips onto his.

The kiss was intense, filled with all the pent-up emotions and longing you had felt over the past weeks. Chris pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. He swiftly picked you up, your lips never leaving his skin as your legs wrapped around his body, and he walked you into the bedroom. 

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Laying you on the bed, he continued his assault on your lips. 

“Since you’re mine, I get to enjoy you alone,” Chris murmured, his eyes dark with desire. The shift in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel yourself getting wet from just the way he was looking at you. Finally, after three weeks, you were going to feel him.

“All yours, baby,” you confirmed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris pressed another passionate kiss against your lips, his hands roaming your body with reverence. He treated you gently like you were made of the finest china, his touch worshipful. Each caress sent waves of pleasure through you, making your breath hitch.

He slowly undressed you as if unwrapping a precious gift, taking his time with each article of clothing. His fingers traced the curves of your body, lingering over every inch of skin revealed. The intensity of his gaze made you feel cherished and adored.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion and desire. His hands continued exploring slowly, setting your skin ablaze with every touch.

You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, craving more. “Chris...”

“Shh, baby,” he soothed, kissing a path down your neck. “I want to savor this.”

His lips followed the trail his hands had made, leaving a path of fire in their wake. When he finally had you completely bare, he took a moment to admire you, his eyes drinking in every detail.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, and you felt your heart swell with love and desire.

He joined you in your nakedness, his body pressing against yours, skin to skin. The feeling was electrifying, a perfect blend of intimacy and lust. As he settled between your legs, his eyes met yours, and you saw the depth of his emotions there.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Wanted you.”

“Then take me,” you urged your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

You didn’t have to ask him twice. Chris ran his cock through your folds, covering himself in your slick before pushing into you gently. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed more of himself in.

“So perfect, so tight,” he growled, and you pulled his face down to meet your lips, desperate to have as much of him on you as possible. When he had finally buried himself to the hilt, you took a moment to adjust to his size while he kissed your neck, leaving little marks to make it known you were his.

“Chris…” you arched your back slightly, desperate to feel some friction.

“That’s not my name, princess,” he chuckled against your neck.

“Baby, please…” you corrected yourself, attempting to move yourself on his cock, causing his breath to hitch.

“Good girl,” he praised before he started moving at a slow pace. This wasn’t a quick fuck; he wanted to make love to you, to show you how much he truly treasured you. “God, you’re going to be the death of me. How am I ever going to leave this bed?” he growled, picking up his pace slightly.

You moaned, your body responding to his every touch, every thrust. His slow, deliberate movements were driving you wild, each one bringing you closer to the edge. Chris’s hands roamed your body, caressing your breasts, your hips, every part of you that he could reach.

“Chris… I need more,” you begged, your voice breathy with desire.

“Anything for you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He picked up the pace, his hand finding your clit and rubbing slow, agonising circles as his thrusts became more intense, more urgent.

Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust brought you closer to that blissful edge. Chris’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, your hands clutching at his back, desperate to hold on to this moment.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

His words pushed you over the edge, and you came undone around him, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Chris followed soon after, his own release intense and powerful. He held you close, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss as you both came down from the high.

As you lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, you felt a sense of completeness, of being exactly where you were meant to be. Chris brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

“I love you, girlfriend”, he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I love you too, boyfriend”, you replied, your heart full.

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌!  𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

𝖳𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 @fr34k4c1dr41n @rylea08 @stellasays45 @darthmaddie25 @whatsk-poppinhomies @minnieprincess85 @purp13st4r @livixcore @hyun-hwanj @0325tiny @privhace @goldilovesharry @jisunglyricist @gloriajovicc @mimililylupinblack @laney1488 @missbangtangirl @palindrome969

Orange means I couldn’t tag you!

[muddy-water-1997]

Okay wow ahah! I'll release Chapter 23 today! might start playing around with some stuff for a PART 2 of The Intern!

But I'm also in the mood to write some little drabbles for members! Feel free to hit up my ask box with any ideas!

I HAVE A FULL DAY FREE!

Okay silly little people in my phone. What do you want to see?

You have a until tomorrow 🫡

[muddy-water-1997]

Okay silly little people in my phone. What do you want to see?

You have a until tomorrow 🫡

[muddy-water-1997]

😤😤😤😤 i just finished chapter 22

i love it but i hate it but i love it your honor

that is all

Then my job here is done 🫡 I truly never see Sungchan angst and I don’t know why??? It’s so much fun to write!!

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𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌

𝖳𝖶: 𝖲𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖯𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾!𝖲𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒!𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗇, 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝖻𝗁

Chapter 22 - A Rose Between Two Thorns

You didn’t know why Seungmin was there instead of Chris, but you took the roses from him with a questioning smile. It was hard to see him as anything other than a harmless friend, but the look in his eyes was off-putting; this seemed like a game to him. It was only last night that you were called a "quick fuck," and he stormed out of your apartment, taking half of the boys with him.

“You wanted to see me… without him?” you questioned, moving toward the kitchen and placing the roses in the sink water. You might be cautious of Seungmin's intentions, but you couldn’t deny that the roses were beautiful.

“Yeah…” He followed behind you into the kitchen before continuing. “I need to apologize for last night; what I said was completely out of anger.” He explained as he leaned against the kitchen counter, the same counter Chris was kissing you on this morning. The memories kept flooding back. Where was he? He was supposed to be back by now.

“Out of anger?” you echoed, trying to keep your tone neutral, but the scepticism was evident.

Seungmin nodded, his expression earnest, but his eyes still holding that unsettling glint. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was just... frustrated and I took it out on you. It wasn’t fair.”

You glanced at the roses, their vibrant petals contrasting with the confusion and unease swirling inside you. “Why now, Seungmin? Why apologize now, and why without Chris?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Because I need you to understand that what I said last night was a mistake. And... because I wanted to clear the air without him interfering.”

Interfering? The word hung heavily in the air, and you couldn’t help but feel a chill. “Interfering how?”

Seungmin took a step closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “I don’t think he’s the right person for you, Y/N. He doesn’t appreciate you the way you deserve.”

You took a step back, the proximity making your heart race with anxiety rather than affection. “Chris appreciates me more than you think,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “And he was supposed to be back by now. Do you know where he is?”

Seungmin’s gaze darkened for a fraction of a second before he plastered on a smile. “I’m sure he’s just running late. But think about what I said, okay? You deserve someone who truly values you.”

“I told you,” you began, trying to take a step back. Seungmin mirrored your movement, closing the distance until your back pressed into the fridge. You were trapped.

“But does he worship your body like the rest of us do?” His voice dropped to a low, menacing whisper as he pressed a hand above your head, his eyes boring into yours. “Does he fuck you as good as the rest of us do?” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. “I bet he didn’t even touch you last night.”

There was a twisted pleasure in his words, a sick satisfaction that made your skin crawl. His smile was a predator’s grin, relishing the fear and discomfort he was causing.

“Seungmin…” you tried to muster the strength to speak up, but your voice wavered, barely more than a whisper. You had never seen him like this, so consumed by a dark, insatiable need to dominate, to prove a point. It felt like you were nothing more than a prize to be won.

His hand moved from the fridge to your shoulder, holding you in place possessively. “You don’t need him, Y/N. You need someone who knows how to truly appreciate you. Someone who can give you what you really want.”

Fear surged through you, but you refused to let him see you break. “Chris cares about me,” you said, your voice gaining strength. “And I care about him. Nothing you say will change that.”

“We all care about you, Y/N. How come he gets to have all the fun? Stealing my limelight again. I only just got a taste, and I’m having to walk away already.” He growled into your ear, his eyes flickering down to the necklace around your neck that they had all bought you before the emergency evacuation. He took the charm between his fingers, a scoff coming from his mouth. 

Before he could continue, the door swung open with a loud bang, startling both of you. Chris stood in the doorway, his eyes blazing with anger as he took in the scene before him. “Get away from her, Seungmin,” he demanded, his voice a low growl.

Seungmin straightened up, a sneer on his lips. “Just having a conversation, Chris.”

“Now,” Chris repeated, stepping forward, his fists clenched at his sides.

Seungmin backed off, and your hand flew to your chest in a feeble attempt to catch your breath, feeling as if it was slipping away. Were you scared? Was that supposed to turn you on? What was that?

“Y/N, are you okay?” Chris asked as he rushed to you from the doorway, quickly stepping between you and Seungmin. It was a good question. Were you okay?

“Yeah,” you mumbled quietly, your hand moving to the necklace, checking for damage. “I’m okay.”

“What the hell is this?” Chris demanded, his anger not subsiding as he glared at Seungmin.

Seungmin shrugged, a smug smile still lingering on his lips. “Just a misunderstanding, right, Y/N?”

Chris turned back to you, his eyes filled with concern and fury. “Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head, though your heart was still racing. “No, he didn’t hurt me. It was just... weird. He was saying things, trying to... I don’t know.”

Chris’s jaw tightened, and he stepped closer to Seungmin, his body radiating protective energy. “You stay away from her. Do you understand?”

Seungmin’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a flash of defiance. “I’m just looking out for her, Chris. Maybe you should be too.”

“Get out,” Chris growled, pointing toward the door. “Now.”

“What?” Seungmin retorted, his tone sharp. “You wanted us to do better by her. Those were your words. Or does that not include making her feel good? Because you were fine with that detail up until last night.”

“Things change,” Chris snapped back, his patience wearing thin.

“Whenever you want them to, sure,” Seungmin challenged, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Enough!” You stepped in, unable to stand being caught in the middle of their argument. “I should just pack a bag and go back home.” You sighed, heading toward the bedroom. You should have done this last night; it would have saved all this drama.

“No!” They both said in unison, moving to stop you in your tracks before glaring at each other.

“I’m a person!” you yelled, the anger and fear suddenly pouring out at once. “I’m not a prize you can just win at an arcade. Jesus fucking Christ.” You buried your face in your hands, trying to take a breath. “Have I not been through enough these past few days? Truly. I’m in a foreign country, away from my family and my friends, and you’re here acting like a pair of children.”

You couldn’t tell if you were mad or hungry, remembering your takeaway plans with Chris that had quickly become a passing thought. The overwhelming mix of emotions bubbled up, making it hard to think clearly.

Chris took a step toward you, his voice softer now, filled with regret. “Y/N, I’m sorry. This isn’t what I wanted. I don’t want you to feel like this.” You let him get close, his body enveloping you warmly. The tears that stung at your eyes were threatening to fall. You felt so safe with him, like the world couldn’t touch you. But with Seungmin, the way he cornered you, he was so close to you. You couldn’t deny that the possessiveness turned on a part of you.

“It’s time for you to leave,” Chris spoke to Seungmin with a firm but quieter tone, keeping your body close to his chest. Seungmin didn’t argue this time, but Chris noted that the smile on his face hadn’t faded. It was almost like he knew how to push your buttons without you being wiser about it. He walked out of the apartment, not saying another word.

“Are you okay, beautiful?” Chris asked as he heard the door shut, kissing you gently on your forehead. You nodded softly against his chest, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering unease.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, though your voice was still shaky. “Just... a lot to process.”

Chris held you tighter, his hand gently stroking your hair. “I’m so sorry for all of this. I should have been here. I should have protected you better.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up into his eyes. “It’s not your fault, Chris. Seungmin... he just caught me off guard. I didn’t expect him to act like that.”

“I know,” Chris replied, his eyes filled with sorrow and determination. “But I promise, I won’t let him or anyone else make you feel like this again.” You had to process truly what just happened before you agreed to a statement like that. The possessiveness that Seungmin showed… that needed decoding in your brain first.

“Can we order something to eat?” You asked, pulling away from his chest slightly. He laughed softly in response.

“Of course we can, baby. Whatever you want- it’s yours.”

NEXT CHAPTER

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆��𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌! 

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

𝖳𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌

@fr34k4c1dr41n @rylea08 @stellasays45 @darthmaddie25 @whatsk-poppinhomies @minnieprincess85 @purp13st4r @livixcore @hyun-hwanj @0325tiny @privhace @goldilovesharry @jisunglyricist @gloriajovicc @mimililylupinblack @laney1488 @missbangtangirl

Orange means I couldn’t tag you!

[muddy-water-1997]

So I'm writing this chapter of Agency with Benefits and... oh lord. I have no idea how I'm going to dig myself out of the hole I have just created.

Seungmin lovers, I'm so sorry. Forgive me. I beg.

[muddy-water-1997]

Life has been so mental these past few days and tomorrow isn’t going to be ANY BETTER!

New AWB this weekend I promise 🫡

[muddy-water-1997]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗

𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗. 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍! 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝.

𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢- 𝙹𝚈𝙿 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.

𝚃𝚆: 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚑���𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢) 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.3𝚔 3𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙰 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ~ 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

The door slammed behind you, reverberating through the corridor as you executed a sharp 180-degree turn, your footsteps echoing with a mix of fury and determination. You headed straight for the studio, your mind a whirlwind of anger and betrayal.

Who were you even mad at the most? Your dad, who shipped you off to Korea with the promise of a paycheck in his pocket? Your uncle, the puppet master, pulling the strings and enabling the whole charade? Chris—or Bang Chan—who probably knew about the entire scheme and played his part perfectly, making Friday night feel like a cruel setup? Or yourself, for letting your guard down and actually beginning to enjoy the work, only to be hit with this bitter revelation?

Your thoughts churned as you navigated the hallways, each step fueled by the searing anger that coursed through you. It felt as if everyone had conspired against you, turning what was supposed to be an opportunity for growth and passion into a twisted game of manipulation.

Bursting into the studio, you found solace in the familiar surroundings of the equipment. The blinking lights and myriad controls were a stark contrast to the chaos in your mind, offering a semblance of stability. You took a deep breath, trying to channel your rage into something productive. You were grateful that the studio was empty, if 3RACHA had any sense, they wouldn’t even show their faces today.

Plugging your USB back into the computer, you shoved on the headphones and started messing around with a few tracks you had thrown together, trying to figure out your next move. Each beat, each note, was an attempt to drown out the chaos swirling in your head. The studio equipment felt like the only thing keeping you sane right now.

Going home wasn’t an option. Facing your dad, knowing he had sent you here for a paycheck, felt more like a punishment than a reward. Australia was out of the question, too. You couldn't face explaining this hideous plot your uncle had concocted to your friends. They wouldn’t understand, and you couldn’t bear the pity or the inevitable questions.

Retreating to your apartment was equally unappealing. Your uncle knew precisely where you lived, and you couldn't risk another confrontation. The studio felt safer, a haven where you could lock yourself away with your music and the state-of-the-art equipment, focusing on something more tolerable than the tangled mess of your reality. That was, until a hand tapped you on the shoulder. 

“Hey… Y/N?” It was Changbin, with Han standing closely behind him. To your relief, Chris was nowhere in sight.

“Oh…” you muttered, pulling off your headphones. “Hey. You guys alright?” They both looked withdrawn and tired, as if they hadn’t slept all weekend.

“Oh? Us? We’re fine.” Han’s fake smile almost looked real—idols and their media training.

“Okay?” you questioned tentatively. “Is there something I can help you with, or?” You didn’t want to be rude to them; they hadn’t done anything wrong other than choosing their career.

“Ah, um, yeah actually,” Changbin started, almost as if he had forgotten why they had come in the first place. “Look, we’ve hardly slept this weekend. Chris feels awful.” You rolled your eyes at the mere mention of his name. “We heard about what happened. It's just, not even a text back? That’s a bit cold, even for you, Y/N.”

You had to hold back a laugh. Cold? You? What’s cold is fucking a girl to get whatever your uncle had promised him. What could be worth making someone fall for you for the rest of your life?

“Me?” You overly flamboyantly waved your arms at yourself. “I’m the cold one?” you spat. “After what Chris did to me? No. I’m reacting appropriately.” You scoffed. It’s true; you had been ignoring his texts, and it’s a good thing you had after hearing what your uncle said. Never trust an idol.

Han and Changbin exchanged glances, their concern evident despite your outburst. Changbin took a step closer, his tone softer. “Y/N, we get that you’re angry, but Chris—Bang Chan—he genuinely didn’t know about whatever your uncle’s plan is. He’s been beside himself all weekend trying to figure out how to make things right.”

“So he did know.” You stated, your gaze flicking between Han and Changbin for confirmation.

“It’s not our place to ask this, Y/N, really,” Han began, his eyes almost pleading, “but is there any chance you could just come over? Talk to him? He needs to get out of his head.” His earnestness made you feel a pang of guilt. Despite your anger, Han and Changbin had been the most tolerable people you’d met since arriving.

“If I speak to him, I’m going to need something in return,” you offered, sensing this might be your chance to get what you truly wanted: a way out of Korea and back home.

“Anything…” Changbin retorted without hesitation.

Walking into the dorm, you found Chris sitting on the sofa. The room looked different; it wasn’t filled with people and loud music. It was quiet, the energy softer than it was before. 

“Chris.” You said, your tone sharp. His head flew round to meet yours. You noticed his tired eyes, the untamed curls in his hair, and the paleness of his skin. If it wasn’t for the fact you knew that he knew how to act, you might even feel guilty.

“Y/N.” He replied, his tone just as sharp but more tired, lethargic. He wasn’t looking for a fight.

“I’m here.” You announced the obvious. “Talk,” you demanded, crossing your arms.

Chris took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t know about your uncle’s plan until after… after Friday night. I swear. When I found out, I was furious. This whole thing was supposed to be about your talent, not some twisted matchmaking scheme.”

You stared at him, trying to gauge his sincerity. “Why should I believe you?”

“Because I care about you, Y/N,” he said, eyes locking onto yours. “What happened between us wasn’t because of your uncle. It was real, at least for me. And I’m sorry if I hurt you. That was never my intention.”

You wanted to stay angry, to keep the walls up, but something in his eyes made you hesitate. Could he be telling the truth?

“You care?” You raised an eyebrow. Was this Chris, the producer you met in the club on your first night, or Bang Chan, the idol trying to get a paycheck?

“Yes, I care!” He sounded hurt. “Of course, I care. I remember what it was like walking into JYP for the first time, trying to make my way from the ground up. I wanted to make your ride smoother than mine. I don’t care who your uncle is; you have talent. That shouldn’t be wasted.”

A silence settled between you, thick with unspoken words and lingering emotions. You searched his face, looking for any sign of deceit, but all you found was a raw honesty that made your resolve waver.

“Maybe I overreacted,” you admitted quietly, glancing down at your hands. “This whole situation just threw me off balance. I never expected to be caught in the middle of something like this.”

Chris stepped closer, his presence comforting yet intimidating. “I get it. I really do. But I want you to know that my intentions were always genuine. I saw something special in you, Y/N, and I still do. Your talent is undeniable.”

You sighed, feeling the weight of his words. “It’s hard to trust anyone right now. Everything feels so… manipulated.”

“I understand,” Chris said softly. “But I’m willing to prove myself to you. I’m not just a producer or an idol. I’m someone who believes in you, someone who wants to see you succeed.”

His earnestness was disarming, and despite your reservations, a part of you wanted to believe him. “Alright,” you said slowly. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, but it’s going to take time to rebuild that trust.”

“I’m not asking for anything more,” Chris replied, relief evident in his voice. “Just a chance to make things right.”

You nodded, feeling a small spark of hope igniting within you. “Okay. Let’s see where this goes.”

Staying on for the internship turned out to be the best decision you had made. Did you still despise idols? Absolutely. But you found solace in the company of 3RACHA. They didn’t ask about your uncle, and they didn’t invite you to idol events. Instead, you spent evenings in the studio with takeout food, creating the most ridiculous tracks for fun. The three of them would spit out the silliest verses while you spun tracks that didn’t fit the vibe in the slightest. You ended up with a mini-album of goofy songs to take home as memories. You were making music for the sake of making music.

As for your uncle, you confronted him about the conversation with your dad. The look on his face was picture-worthy. He stammered out explanations mixed with the slightest hint of apology. Although, he wasn’t sorry. You didn’t care anymore. You came to Korea to do what you wanted: make music and have fun.

And sure, you had fun in more ways than one. Mia and Kat weren’t the only ones having a hot girl summer. You and Chris had become close in more ways than one; luckily, the cold bathroom tiles were a thing of the past, opting for the bed… and the couch… and the kitchen… and the studio, to name a few. It was nice to fool around and enjoy your last summer of freedom.

Han and Changbin hooked you up with some amazing kit to take home and even more valuable contacts to get you into the production scene once the internship was over. So, when they broached the idea of a farewell party, you weren't as reluctant as they expected you to be.

“It would just be something low-key…” Han explained, and you rolled your eyes as you lay on the studio couch with your legs draped over Chris’ thighs.

“I’ve heard that before.” You chuckled. “If Seungmin is involved, I better pregame harder than last time.” You joked.

“Y/N has a point…” Changbin spoke up. “Maybe we just go out to dinner?” He suggested.

“And be surrounded by security all night? No, thanks.” Chris argued back.

“It’s fine, I’ll go!” You laughed. “I’ve learned how to blend into the idol lifestyle.” You joked, pushing your cap over your eyes, imitating how they all looked when they went undercover.

Chris chuckled, gently tugging the cap off your face. “You look ridiculous,” he said, smiling down at you.

“Hey, it’s called fitting in,” you retorted playfully.

Han clapped his hands together. “So it’s settled. A low-key party it is. No crazy idol stuff, just us.”

You should have made a bet. Rocking up to the party was just as crazy as last time. Seungmin must have put out more invites than usual because the dorm building was bustling with people. You walked through the door, more confident than the first time you entered a few months back.

The moment you stepped inside, you were met by the cheers of 3RACHA in the middle of the room, their excitement evident. Other people in the room didn’t even bat an eyelash, already accustomed to the trio’s exuberant greetings.

“Y/N! You made it!” Han shouted, his voice cutting through the noise.

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you at the sight of your friends. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you replied, making your way over to them.

Changbin handed you a drink, a mischievous glint in his eye. “We thought you might bail on us,” he teased.

“Not a chance,” you said, taking a sip and savouring the familiar burn. “This is my last hurrah, after all.”

Chris smiled, pulling you into a quick hug. “We’re glad you’re here,” he said softly, his breath warm against your ear.

The party was in full swing, a mix of loud music and laughter filling the space. You navigated through the crowd, greeting familiar faces and meeting new ones. Despite the chaos, there was a sense of camaraderie that made you feel right at home.

As the night went on, you found yourself drifting back to 3RACHA. They were in their element, joking around and creating an infectious energy that had everyone around them in stitches.

Seungmin appeared beside you, a sly grin on his face. “Having fun?” he asked, nudging you playfully.

“More than I expected,” you admitted, grinning back.

“Good. You deserve it,” he said, his tone sincere. “We’re going to miss you, Y/N.”

“I’ll miss you guys too,” you replied, feeling a pang of sadness. “But I’ll be back. You can count on it.”

Later, as the party began to wind down, you found a quiet spot on the balcony. The cool night air was a welcome relief from the heat inside. Chris joined you, leaning against the railing.

“Crazy night, huh?” he said, glancing over at you.

“You could say that,” you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. “But it was perfect.”

He nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “I’m really proud of you, Y/N. You’ve come a long way.”

“Thanks, Chris,” you said, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. “That means a lot coming from you.”

He took a deep breath, his expression serious. “I meant what I said before. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

You reached out, squeezing his hand. “I know. And I’ll always be grateful for that.”

Just for a moment, you basked in the silence and moved closer to him as he slung an arm over you, watching the night sky.

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?” He said, looking at you as if you were the only thing in the world.

“Yeah,” You agreed, meeting his eyes. “The moon really is beautiful.”

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌! 

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

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