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skzvibes · 4 years ago

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[some things like this | bang chan]

↪ pairing: hero! chan x villain! reader (gn)

↪ genre: angst, fluff; just a lighthearted take on sumn that could have been very angsty

↪ wc: 1.7k +

↪ warning: a bit of cursing, mentions of injury, blood, drugging

↪ a/n: based off this prompt – "The hero shows up at the villain’s doorstep one night. They’re shivering, bleeding, scared. There’s also a slightly dazed look in their eyes– they were drugged. They look like they were assaulted. Looking up at the villain, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, they mumble “…didn’t know where else to go…” then collapse into the villain’s arms. "

↪ wanted to try sumn different coz i'm low on motivation and i just can't get myself to write :'D

you find yourself sinking into the comfort of your pillows, sighing in content when you feel your muscles relaxing.

you can’t remember the last time you had a day off from your duties, wrecking havoc and blasting things. Though you enjoyed being the centre of attention and stirring up a cacophony wherever you went, you also liked your alone time. given of course, you could be gallivanting like in a field of flowers when in actuality you were really grinning under your mask at the mass destruction you were causing, sometimes all that adrenaline tired you out.

there was no harm in enjoying a glass of wine and the latest episode of another shitshow on netflix. the luxury of your bed and the comfort of your pajamas somehow held a supremacy over being out and about, making people’s life hell; sometimes a little peace and quiet was appreciated.

besides, you like to believe that in taking a day off you were also doing him a favor — the man who cleaned up after you and was preferred over you by the people; but again, someone like bang chan would be, with his dimpled smile and warm personality and his righteousness — the hero everyone looked up to.

in all fairness, it would be safe to say that you and chan were the yin and yang, the good and bad, the two sides of a weighing scale, always balancing each other out in a peculiar way. while you wreaked havoc, chan was there to save the day, while you made people flee in terror, chan attracted them like bees to honey, a safe place from your shenanigans.

you wouldn’t necessarily call yourself evil because you barely ever meant to harm people, you were more akin to a mischievous streak so that chan could be the friendly neighbourhood guy who would rescue balloons caught up in trees and divert traffic after you caused a minor accident. hey, for all you could say, you definitely were the person behind his success; had you not existed, there would have been no need for a hero to save the day, would there?

he owes it all to you.

you chuckle in amusement, the familiar affection washing over you. you were indeed fond of him, even though he sabotaged you trying to sabotage others. he added that surprise element in your life. pulling off stunts wouldn’t be so exciting if it didn’t daunt you to some extent now, would it? skydiving wouldn’t give you all that adrenaline rush if you weren’t mortally afraid of dropping down to the ground… he made life exciting.

you liked it when he appeared out of nowhere, shaking his head at you and jumping from one car to another in his stupidly fitting costume, and chased you later in alleyways. it was electrifying being chased down with not only the sound of sirens behind you but also the blonde haired guy who had clearly had enough of your stunts.

you wonder whether chan felt the same way about it. did he have fun saving people and dousing out your fires and hearing your stupid taunting laugh as he failed to, yet again, hand you over to the police? surely, because if not, he wouldn’t let you leave with a warning, knowing full well it fell on deaf ears… he must be fond of you too, in his own ways. after all, you didn’t pose a major threat to him.

for a day off, you sure were thinking too much about the last person you should be thinking about. and you believe all that mind boggling shit caught on to you, because the next thing you know, your doorbell is ringing incessantly in an annoying series of buzzes.

frowning you get off your bed lazily and attend to the infuriating presence who dared to interrupt the only time you—

“chan?” your mouth drops open, gasping in shock at the sight in front of you.

chan stood at your door, hair drenched in his own sweat, but positively shivering, multiple bruises on his face, some blackened and some fresh, still bleeding, swaying precariously like a cup of china on the verge of falling off the edge of a table. his eyes blinked up at you and… surely you were imagining things, but were they dilated?

“(y/n),” he let out a hoarse whisper, falling face first on your shoulder and you had to hold him up with some effort, “I think I’m dying.”

an immediate panic settles at the pit of your stomach on hearing his defeated voice. you have never seen him this way, bleeding and shivering and scared.

but before you can so much as pull his haggard form into your house, he’s already closed his eyes, and that does nothing to extinguish your fear.

it seems, chan does owe a lot to you.

ii.

“finally awake, are you? and about time too, I really thought you were going to die on my bed, and that would be traumatising, not gonna lie.”

chan's eyes flutter open, like the wings of a butterfly taking flight for the first time. feebly moving his head around, his eye rests upon you sitting by the bed with a book in hand and a glass of wine by your side.

classy, he thinks.

“what happened?” he groans, pushing himself up and wincing when a sharp pain shoots through his shoulder and abdomen.

“what happened is that you ruined a perfectly fine evening for me dumbass. the hell were you thinking, dumping your bloodied body over my white sheets?” you snap the book shut, pursing your lips at him.

“okay, first of all, only people who wash their bed sheets every two days choose white for their bedding, and second, can’t you be more polite?”

“my house, my rules,” you roll your eyes, putting the book away, “but for real, what happened?”

chan sighs, running a hand over his face that had been cleaned and bandaged. memories of the last two days still tortured him and he felt a shiver run down his spine.

“they captured me,” he says, voice falling down an octave and had you not sensed the seriousness of the situation, you would have teased him for brooding.

“they? who’re ‘they’?”

shaking his head, he leans back into your pillows, preferring not to disclose everything about his predicament, all he remembered was having been knocked down at the back of his head and wavering flashes of a dingy room with a lamp and a chair he had been tied to. and the torture.

the pain had been the only thing he could vividly recall, and it made him wince again. working for the association, he had been fairly warned of the possibilities of such an occurrence, and while he had feared it, he had never thought that he might have been subject to it.

“they’re dangerous,” he says, turning to look at you. your expression was neutral, and didn’t hint at what you were thinking at all, so it was difficult for chan to perceive whether you were taking him seriously or not.

“you don’t mess with them (y/n), they’ll ruin you. they’ll… they’ll do things to you that would make you wish you were dead…” chan's voice falters, a sheen of moisture curtaining his eyes that held in them a fear you had never known him to be vulnerable to, and his words from earlier came back to you.

“i think i’m dying.”

you wish you could say something right about now, just to ease the sudden tension that had suddenly blanketed you, but you can’t bring yourself to do so when chan was looking at you like that.

“why did you come here then?”

he shrugs, but deep down he thinks he knows why.

“i just… i didn’t know where else to go.”

you smile despite yourself; despite having nursed his feverish state up until half an hour ago where all he did was writhe in pain under your ministrations, the effects of the drug wearing off. you smile despite having used up more bandages than you ever did, cleaning up his wounds and dressing them, because that’s just how chan made you feel — calm and reassured.

so it was natural of you to have been in an utter state of panic when the man in front of you, who had turned up right in front of your door all battered and on the verge of near death, shivering in your arms and crying while you patched him up, because the chan you knew would never be this vulnerable.

he would never cry in the face of death and apologise in pain for all the things he could not do, and he would never hold on to your hand like that, almost as if he were afraid you’d slip away.

“i must be on your mind all the time huh,” you chuckle, “am I number one on your speed dial too?”

“actually no, that’d be my mom.” he indulges in your teasing, his dimples appearing on both sides as he plays along.

“ah, mama’s boy I see…”

he bursts out laughing, almost immediately wheezing in pain but his eyes are still crinkle on the sides in glee. you did have your way of making things feel right.

“what am i on your speed dial?”

“bold of you to assume i’d even consider having you there in the first place.”

“ouch, that’s kinda sad you know… you’re number three on mine.”

you raise your eyebrow, titling your head with a smile on your face.

“number two is the association, in case i need to alert them of your tomfoolery,” he explains matter-of-factly.

you nod in understanding, “and here I thought you’d want to reserve my tomfoolery all to yourself.”

“you know, you’re not that bad (y/n).”

“uh huh,” you nod modestly, in agreement, “you’re not that bad either. at least, you don’t get any worse than you already are.”

“god you're insufferable sometimes,” he whines, albeit not fighting to keep the idiotic grin off his face.

“careful there sunny boy, you might fall in love.”

you both laugh at this, the mere idea being ridiculously hilarious to you. but a part of chan thinks that it wouldn’t be so bad.

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skzvibes · 4 years ago

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Can I please request a single dad au. Maybe where Minho has a little girl and you are the nanny and eventually after a lot of angst the two of you fall for one another?

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Minho

Genre: single dad AU

Word Count: Oops. I didn’t check, but it’s definitely less than 4k.

Warnings: Soft Smut? Lol is that a thing?

It was midnight again when Minho came home.

When you first started babysitting for him, he was always prompt, walking through the front door at 9:00 PM with a smile on his face. But then his ex-wife started to demand more child support, and Minho was forced to take extra hours at the office. He always promised that he would never work late, but he usually stayed out most of the night, and you let him get away with it because you were attached to his daughter and he paid you more than what you deserved.

But you were in your last semester of college, and there was a lot you needed to get done to ensure your graduation.

You tried to work at his house whenever he required your services, but it was difficult when his kid was still awake, rushing through the halls and demanding most of your attention. Usually, you simply relented and saved whatever progress you had made on job applications before following her into the playroom.

It was no use getting ahead, and you sighed in relief when the door opened, inviting Minho inside with a haggard appearance.

You ignored the uneasiness in your stomach at the sight of him, gathering your things together to brush by him on the way out. “Nora went to bed at 10,” you explained to him, struggling to put on your coat. “I left you some food in the fridge.”

You reached out to take the door, but you found yourself halting in place when Minho snatched your hand.

“Y/N,” Minho said softly, stopping you in the frame on your way out. “I’m sorry.”

You forced a smile. “It’s alright.”

“No,” Minho frowned. “Seriously, I’ve been keeping you-”

“I promise that it’s fine,” you insisted, interrupting him because you were in a rush. “I should get home...”

“It’s late,” Minho said, nodding his head toward the living room. “Why don’t you just stay here tonight?”

You hesitated, knowing better than that after the last time, but the look in his eyes was enough to melt your defenses, shrugging off your coat and accepting his offer for a warm cup of tea.

You settled in front of the TV to wait for him, staring at the blank screen and thinking about all the last-minute assignments you needed to finish. The deadlines and reminders were scrolling through your head like the end credits following a movie. But there wouldn’t be a good ending for you if you didn’t start putting aside more time for applications...

“Y/N,” Minho interrupted, dropping down next to you. “Your favorite.”

You smiled, accepting the cup from him, bringing it your lips for a taste. “Thanks,” you said, resisting a moan as the warm beverage slid down your throat.

“No problem,” Minho replied, tossing an arm behind you on the couch. “It’s the least I can do.”

You hummed around another delicious sip. “Do you mind if I use the shower?”

“Not at all!” Minho said, and he brought his lower lip between his teeth, bothering the skin as he seemed to be preparing his next words. “Y/N, do you remember what we talked about the other day?”

You shivered, lowering your tea and sitting up straighter. “You mean, moving in here full time after my graduation?”

Minho nodded, looking at you with those impenetrable eyes. “Nora wouldn’t mind, and I think it might be nice to have you around more often.”

He was playing at the edges of a dangerous battlefield, and you didn’t have the heart to relive his disappointment yet again. “I’m applying to lots of jobs.”

“Right,” Minho said, chuckling awkwardly. “But maybe, like, on the weekends and stuff-”

“I wouldn’t just disappear,” you spoke over him. “That wouldn’t be fair to Nora.”

Or to you, you wanted to add.

“It’s just, I can’t have you leaving on me,” Minho said. “You’re too important.”

Flashes of hurried kisses and wandering hands seared your mind in an inescapable prison. “I’ll always stay in touch.”

But it wasn’t enough for him.

“You know...” Minho continued, clearing his throat. “After you’re finished with school, maybe you and I could-”

“I’m leaving after this month, Minho,” you blurted out, preventing him from proposing the very thing you had been afraid to hear.

“Leaving?” Minho repeated. “I thought you were still applying?”

“I found a lot of good choices upstate,” you said, plowing through the difficult part to breathe easier on the other side. “When I come back for holidays....maybe I can visit then.”

“S’ not enough for me, Y/N,” Minho said, and he started to grab your hand, but you immediately brushed him aside, lowering your cup onto the coffee table before rushing down the hall and into the bathroom.

Minho’s smile used to be full of life, and you were often the cause of it.

But in the weeks following your announcement, Minho��s smiles were as rare as the most precious diamonds.

You felt horrible about breaking it to him the way that you did, but you had no choice. He needed to know where you stood because there was no more chasing the scandalous temptation of Minho + Y/N. From now on, it would simply be Minho and Y/N, not together as a singular unit, nothing more and nothing less.

It’s what you kept telling yourself over and over again to make it easier to see him when you babysat or visited the house.

The same mantra you chanted to yourself when his ex-wife came over and frowned at you with a suspicious scowl.

The lying words you gave your heart when it somersaulted inside your chest at the mere sight of him.

Your future lay somewhere beyond the small town where you were from, and your tedious brain couldn’t process the thought of the future lying with someone whose best days were already behind them.

Someone who had already experienced the kind of whirlwind romance that your wildest imagination had only dreamed about when you read cheesy novels or watched movies with powerful endings. Even if Minho’s marriage had ended on a sour note, you had listened to him talk about that relationship, and there was a point where both parties loved one another more than anything else.

You wanted it for yourself, and there’s no possibility of finding it with someone who had their heart broken.

Right?

You were troubled by these sorts of thoughts holding you back from fully embracing your determination to leave, especially when you secured several interviews in cities you could barely pronounce that were so far away from your rural existence.

You could hardly fathom it.

Your focus should not be on Minho....yet, you continued to babysit for him, and you continued to visit uninvited on the weekends, laughing together as you watched movies with him and his daughter, cooking meals together in the kitchen, and even, on occasion, indulging him in the bedroom.

Holding back your moans from escaping the barrier of the walls, letting him muffle your lips with his hand, keeping your legs spread wide every time he fucked you.

It’s just for stress relief, Minho explained when you startled awake the morning after your first night in his bed - freaking out over the mistake you had just made, but allowing Minho to reassure you that nothing bad would happen, and that you did him a big favor by taking his mind off work...

But was it still just for stress relief? After all these times together?

It felt like a lie to say that, watching the exertion on Minho’s face as he kept thrusting his cock into your wet cunt, whispering sweet little adorations while sweat pooled in thin rivulets down the sides of his temples.

He might be pushing thirty-years-old, but Minho was still more than capable of keeping up with your own high sex drive, pushing you to limits that you had never encountered before until you met him.

Until you felt his cock stretching you so good, and the talent in his hips as they ground and moved against your own.

Your eyes fluttered at the reminder, and he groaned your name when he came that night, reaching down to finish you off as well, tongue clashing with yours to swallow every sound as pleasure coursed through all the veins and arteries decorating your skin.

It left you reeling for more, wincing when he pulled free with a loud squelching sound, giving you a tender kiss before tucking his spent cock back into his sweatpants.

You watched him stand up from the bed, shuffling his feet as he entered the bathroom, and it only took a moment or two for the shower to start, and there was a small sliver of light escaping into the dark bedroom.

You realized that he left the door open just a crack - an obvious invitation - but you didn’t join him this time.

Too busy collecting your thoughts - and your breath - as you painstakingly went through all the little details - your moments together with Minho ever since you had first noticed that he no longer looked at you like the college kid who took care of his daughter....

You shivered when your mind supplied you with an image of his dark eyes. The ones that were reserved only for you, holding the greatest amount of affection. Like you meant more to him than you should...

“Guess what.”

His voice broke through your thoughts, drawing your eyes to him walking back into the room, towel wrapped around his waist and hair mussed from the water.

“What?” you croaked, trying not to ogle his chest too much.

“I found something amazing for you,” Minho said, and he was pulling out his phone, fingers smashing at the buttons. “It’s a position that I think you’ll like...”

Oh no.

“Minho...” you started, but he spoke over you.

“The company is run by a friend of mine,” he said. “I think it would be perfect for you, right? It’s everything you’ve talked about wanting to do.”

It was true, and you understood well enough that this was Minho’s way of trying to keep you here without explicitly saying so.

“I’ve already lined up several interviews,” you said, and you could see the shift in Minho’s expression as he tried a different approach.

“I told my friend you would at least send your resume. Don’t you think it might be worth it?”

For the first time in a while, you felt a surge of annoyance toward Minho. “You told him I would send it without asking me first?”

He winced, realizing his mistake. “Y/N,” he sighed, and his entire demeanor changed as he sat next to you on the bed, reaching out to cover both of your hands into his own. “Please don’t leave,” he whispered, and you were shocked by the bluntness of his words. “Stay here with me.”

Silence followed his request, and all you could do was stare at him in disbelief.

You declined Minho’s invitation to spend the night, anxious to return home where you could think without him around.

The pressure of finding your place, which you had thought would never involve Minho, was suddenly all-encompassing, and you found yourself at a cross roads that you never anticipated coming upon.

Staying with Minho, in the way that he wanted, meant accepting the fact that the news of your coupling would spread like a wildfire throughout your small town. You would be met with disapproval everywhere, especially from your own parents who had always encouraged your dreams to move on to bigger and better things.

It was becoming a matter of choosing your brain over your heart, and you weren’t a fan of clichés.

The idea of choosing between these two radically different paths consumed you, and you hardly slept that night, knowing that you had an interview scheduled tomorrow for a company nearly two hours away in one of the biggest cities you had ever seen.

When the sun greeted you the next morning, your eyes were crusted over with sleep, and you were no closer to an definitive solution than when you had first begun.

You still managed to get up, shuffling into the shower and putting on your best clothes in anticipation of looking professional for the interview.

You still forced yourself downstairs to eat some breakfast, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to eat again for a while, and then you grabbed your car keys and stumbled to your car outside.

Where you sat behind the steering wheel, fingers drumming against the leather, as you looked out across the empty street.

If felt like you were moments away from either making the biggest mistake of your life, or choosing the right path to lead you to the place that you had only dreamed about at night.

Lying in bed and looking up at the ceiling while your mind supplied you with all the scenes of success.

But you realized that there were only two scenarios that could happen in real life:

1. You could stay here and be with Minho. The choice your heart favored.

Or,

2. You could go to your interviews, and inevitably face a radical transformation in your life. The choice your brain insisted on.

But they were both challenging in their own ways.

It was the most important moment of your existence, and you pursed your lips in silent thought, deciding that your mind was made up once and for all, and you started to drive towards the sun rising above the horizon.

The door opened with a silent creak, and you found yourself looking at him without any burden resting on your shoulders.

“Hi,” you whispered, waiting for him to make the next move.

“Y/N,” Minho said, shuffling closer to the doorframe. “I thought you had an interview?”

The question was laced with sadness, the disappointment of someone who thought they had lost, but you already knew the magic words to make it all go away forever. “I decided not to attend,” you said.

And Minho simply stared at you, mouth dropping open before he quickly recomposed himself. “Does that mean-”

“I’m staying with you,” you agreed, and your smile matched his own. The same Minho smile that you had missed seeing for so long.

Gone because of you, but brought back again because you had made the decision to rule your life according to your passions and desires. Not by any sort of logic or sense-making.

And it was all worth it to see the way his face lit up with the joy of seeing you standing in front of him.

Bright and luminous.

Just like his soul.

And you were determined to remain next to his side.

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skzvibes · 4 years ago

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Charismatic Leader Chris 🌹🖤

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🦊❤️🐶

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this brand of (tiny) chan

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what a boy 🤍

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skzvibes · 4 years ago

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Little Bitch

Genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst school

Warnings: cursing

Request: no

Member: Chan

"Why do I always end up with you," Y/N grumbles under her breath as she kicks her trunk under the king-sized bed acting as the focal point in the centre of the room. "Why is there only one bed anyway? You can sleep on the floor."

Chan chuckles as he watches the girl walk to the other side of the room, his arms folded casually across his chest. "Nice try. You can sleep on the floor."

Y/N glares. "You know, there's not an ounce of chivalry in that stupid body of yours. At least have a bit of decency, you bastard."

"Ooh a bastard am I? Hmm does that make you my bitch?" Chan muses lazily, his intense eyes narrowed into little slits.

"I'm not your bitch," Y/N snaps and grabs her towel. She slings it over her shoulder before picking out her a top and soft shorts. "Don't fuck up the place while I'm showering."

With that, Y/N slams the door behind her as she enters the bathroom.

Sighing, Y/N leans her forehead against the cool marble, her eyes falling shut. She has no idea why her heart is beating a thousand miles per hour in her chest, or why her cheeks are prickling with an accustomed heat. She doesn't know why her stomach is swimming with snakes or why her hands are clammy as she clenches them into fists ... all she knows is that she's nervous to share a room with the man she's hated since she was a little kid.

It's typical, she thinks as she strips herself of her clothes. She knew this school trip would be awful, and she was right. Having no friends always left her as the odd one out, and more often than not she was paired with Chan, as if the universe was out to test her patience.

This time, she's been put into the same room as him. With one bed.

Of course, she's convinced her teachers really do hate her.

Breathing deeply, Y/N switches the water on and lets it rush down her back, soaking her hair in seconds. Her fatigued body hisses under the sudden heat and she immediately decides to go to sleep as soon as she gets out of the shower. Whether Chan is there or not.

A steamy ten minutes later Y/N emerges out of the bathroom and spots Chan laying on the floor, curled up on his side. He appears to be asleep, one of his hoodies drawn up over him as an attempt to combat the chilly breeze seeping into the room.

Y/N feels a pang. She may hate the man, but the sight of him on the cold floor makes her feel uncomfortable. It's a bitterly cold winter night, and not even a duvet on the floor could keep the heat in.

"Chan?" Y/N whispers, biting her lip. "Are you awake?"

"No," Chan replies without opening his eyes.

Holding back an unwelcome smile, Y/N presses her lips into a thin line. "Okay well ... it's cold."

"Is it?" Chan asks. "I hadn't noticed."

"Stop being such a condescending twit for just a second, will you?" Y/N flares her nostrils, her patience wearing thin. "Just ... you don't have to sleep on the floor."

Chan doesn't answer, instead turns and around, his back facing Y/N. Sighing, Y/N walks towards the bed and slides in between the sheets, shivering. She feels bad for the boy on the floor, but she knows she can't force him. Besides ... it's better this way, right?

Around forty minutes later with no sign of falling asleep,Y/N hears the sound of Chan rustling around on the floor, a muffled groan escaping his lips as he bangs an elbow on the floor. She then feels the bed dip behind her as he obviously climbs into the bed, tucking the duvet under his chin.

Peeking over her shoulder, she spots the outline of the man under the covers, fluffy brown hair spilling onto the pillow case. He's laying with his back towards her, as close as to the edge of the bed as possible, and Y/N's stomach flips as she wonders if he's there because he doesn't want to be close to her, or if he thinks she doesn't want to be close to him.

Wide awake, Y/N rolls onto her back and looks up at the ceiling. The short distance between them suddenly seems like the biggest distance to Y/N, too big for her to be comfortable.

Just then, Chan turns around so he's facing her, and Y/N's heart leaps into her mouth. She let's out a quiet sigh of relief as she realises his eyes are shut, and he seems not to notice her gaze fixed on him.

Y/N blinks. She can't help but stare at Chan, her gaze cascading over his softened face, his bare skin. The infuriating smirk he wears daily is gone, instead his face is vulnerable and almost childlike, the peace surrounding him making Y/N's heart speed up. She's only ever seen him as her enemy, as the boy she hates more than anyone else ... she's never realised how handsome he actually is. His lashes are long and brush the tops of his cheekbones, his lips plump and fill and rosy under the dim lighting. One of his hands clutches lightly at the duvet, and she smiles softly, despite yourself.

She surprises herself even more when she realises she's wanting to crawl up to him and melt into his arms.

Shaking her head minutely as if to clear the ridiculous thoughts, she turns back around to the other side. Y/N shuts her eyes, trying to ward off the butterflies in her tummy.

She's not sure how long she lays there before she fees the bed shift, and a pair of strong arms slowly snakes around her waist. A comfortable chest presses into your back as a chin rests ontop of her head, enclosing her in a bubble of delicious heat.

Too shocked to move, Y/N's wide eyes stay frozen on the wall opposite her. She's sure she can feel Chan smiling as he hugs her tighter, the manly scent of his earthy, deep cologne only increasing the butterflies in her stomach.

"Wh ... what are you doing," Y/N's whisper is shaky as she lays frozen in his arms. His body is incredibly warm, heat seeping into the girl's cold skin at a rapid pace and making her shiver against him.

"Shhh," Chan hushes her, his thumbs gently caressing her stomach. "Just let me stay like this."

Y/N is speechless, her cheeks instantly heating up. "But - "

"No buts," Chan whispers, tightening his hold on her. "I'm tried. Pretending to hate you is way too exhausting. Let me sleep, my little bitch."

Y/N can't help but let out a muffled stream of laughter at that, and she sinks further down into the bed, allowing herself to be comfortable in Chan's arms. After a minute of hesitating, Y/N tentatively places her own hands over Chan's hands clasped on the front of her body, and blushes as Chan ducks his face to place a soft kiss on her red cheek.

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When you're his best friend

pairing: han jisung x gn!reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

warnings: none that I can think of, soft make out maybe (very short)

word count: ~1.2K

description: jisung has been your best friend for years now. what he doesn't know is that you've developed the biggest crush on him... and you didn't want him to find out. however, things don't always go like we expect them to go.

a/n: I just like friends to lovers au's a lot, it's basically 90% of what I write lol. Also, I'm not into video games so... I tried to describe it, bear with me 😂

Just like every Friday night, you were with the boys at the dorm, playing video games and enjoying some pizza you ordered because all of you were too lazy to cook anything. Felix, Seungmin, and Minho were having fun playing video games, while Chan, Jisung, and Changbin talked about some tracks they had to finish, and Hyunjin, Jeongin, and you talked about how bad you wanted to go shopping soon.

Friday was your favorite day of the week because you could spend time with them. They usually had a pretty tight schedule and didn't have a lot of time to relax. But of course, you had another reason. Even though you loved all the members a lot, you had a soft spot for your best friend Han Jisung. You had been best friends for years, and you knew and understood each other perfectly. At first, you only saw him as your best friend, but at some point, you started to fall for his goofiness, his pretty smile, his talent for writing beautiful lyrics... you never told him tough.

Jeongin and Hyunjin kept talking about the rings they wanted to buy, but you could barely hear their conversation even if they were next to you. You were too busy looking at the dark-haired boy sitting between Chan and Changbin. He dyed his hair blond the last few months, but now he had dark hair again, and you honestly loved it. You couldn't hear what the producers were talking about, but you probably wouldn't have understood anything either. You sighed. How could he look so good when he's just there breathing? How unfair.

"Y/n!" Minho called you, interrupting your thoughts. You looked at him. "I bet you can't win against me," Minho said, pointing to the TV, where you could see that car racing game they were playing. Of course, you knew you would probably lose, since you weren't into video games. However, you were pretty competitive, and you didn't want to admit it.

"Of course I can." You said. Everyone started to pay attention to you both.

"Since you're so confident, what do you want if you win?" Minho asked, smirking. There wasn't anything in particular that you wanted, but you came up with something.

"Next time we order food you'll invite me." He agreed and patted the floor next to him. You walked towards him and walked there.

"But if I win," he talked again while he gave you the controller, "I want you to kiss me." He said, and you immediately turned your head to look at him with wide eyes.

"W-what?" You asked, confused, but he didn't give you time to complain.

"Good luck!" Minho said as he pressed the start button. Of course, even if you were confused, you tried to focus as soon as the game started. However, you didn't see the other guys' reactions to your bet with Minho.

Some of them were just as confused as you, and others like Seungmin guessed what he was trying to do. Meanwhile, Jisung was startled the most. Since when did Minho want to kiss you, his best friend? If someone had to kiss you, that should be him, right? Why did you even agree? Did you like Minho? All of those questions occupied his mind, making him unable to pay attention to the game.

"I won," he heard Minho say. He was smiling, looking at you.

You put down the controller, not knowing what to do. You liked Jisung. You've liked him for a long time. That's why you thought you shouldn't kiss Minho now. On the other hand, you weren't dating Jisung, and he didn't like you back, so you weren't doing anything wrong.

You hadn't decided yet when you felt Minho's hand on your chin, turning your head carefully, so you were looking at him. At that moment, you noticed that he was closer than you thought. Your lips were basically a few centimeters away. And he was getting even closer. You really thought he was going to kiss you, but suddenly someone stopped Minho by placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him away. You immediately looked up, and you saw Jisung. His cheeks were red, just like when he was embarrassed or upset.

He didn't even let you say anything because he held your hand, making you stand up and follow him to his room. Once you were there, he let go of your hand to close the door. You stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him to say something, but he stayed oddly quiet, facing the door.

"Jisung, what-" you decided to ask, but he interrupted you, turning around.

"You can't kiss him." He stated once he was looking at you. You frowned.

"Why not?" You decided to ask. He was your best friend, but that didn't mean he had the right to tell you what to do.

"Why not?" He repeated. "The question is, why would you? Do you like him?" He asked. The question made you uncomfortable.

"Well... no, it's not like that, I just-" You were trying to explain the situation, but you didn't know that you already said everything he wanted to hear. Your voice faded away when he got significantly closer, your noses almost touching.

"Great, because it would be awkward if my crush liked my bandmate." He said softly before holding your waist and closed the gap between your lips. At first, you were surprised, but then you closed your eyes and kissed him back. You placed your arms around his neck and ran your fingers through his hair. He seemed to like that because he held your waist tighter. As the intensity of the kiss grew, it became rougher. You decided to take the next step and bit his lip, and he let out a soft sigh. Then, the kiss became softer until you pulled away. Your lips stopped touching, but he kept hugging you, and your arms were still around his neck. You opened your eyes and saw him looking at you. He just smiled.

"That was..." Jisung started and sighed when he couldn't find the right words to describe it. You giggled and nodded, smiling. "I like you, Y/n," he confessed, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

"I like you too." You replied, and he smiled brightly.

After a few minutes, you decided to go out again, and everyone started freaking out when they saw you two holding hands.

"Dude," Minho started, "I can't believe you almost let me kiss her. I thought you'd react sooner. However, I'm glad that my plan worked." You instantly understood his goal with the whole bet thing.

"I would hit you," Jisung started, "but it did work, so I won't," he said and then kissed your cheek. That was received by a lot of "ugh" and "gross" from the members. You just laughed and hugged Jisung. What started as one of your usual Friday nights turned out to be one of the most important nights of your life, and you couldn't be happier about it.