#Bangchan is y/n's partner

[n0v4t33z]

The Syndicate: Masterlist

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader, Bangchan X Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is a Detective with a promising future in the police department until she's kidnapped by the infamous mafia boss Choi San and from him, she learns the dark secrets her superior has been hiding the whole time so she teams up with him in order to put a stop to it.

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.) y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung like twice, Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s), I'll update tags as the story progresses

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✨Work in progress! Chapters below cut✨

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Chapters:

Chapter 1 - Misfortune of a Prodigy

Chapter 2 - The Traitor

Chapter 3 - Soft Hearted Criminal

Chapter 4 - Becoming The Ashes

Chapter 5 - A Last Goodbye?

Chapter 6 - Un-Killable

Chapter 7 - The Confession

Chapter 8 - Complications & Whiskey

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Author's Note 💌 : Will update as chapters are done, also if you would like to be tagged for this series just leave me a comment or DM me!

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

💧 Tell me what you want, sweetheart. How many fingers, how fast… 💧

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader, Jeongin x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Jeongin’s good instincts earn him a masterful lesson in fingering.

✎ CW: Established relationship, partner sharing, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, praise

✎ Word count: 3,936

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“……… y/n……. hello?”

The sound of your name snaps you back into reality, back to the dining room table in the dorm. Eyes shift toward the source of the noise to find Jeongin looking at you quizzically.

“Hellloooo… you there?” he asks, comically waving his big hand in the air.

“Yeah… sorry. Just zoned out,” you reply, but that’s a lie.

You had been aimlessly swirling your chopsticks around your bowl of ramen, trying to ignore the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers traveling farther and farther up your thigh.

Chan had been craving you all day, he said, and he had every intention of having his way with you after dinner. But, apparently, that wasn’t soon enough.

Not long after he prepared two bowls of instant noodles and sat down to eat with you, his hand found your knee under the table. And he didn’t stop.

Not when you playfully brushed it away, not when Jeongin, Han and Changbin joined with their own quick dinners, and not even when you shot him that cautionary look when his thumb began making small circles over your kneecap and you forced your legs closed with all the strength you could muster. He was determined to keep you on edge, and he was doing a damn good job.

But, of course, he was unaffected. Just eating and chatting and laughing with the boys like it’s a normal evening. Like he wasn’t about to slide his long fingers under your shorts just out of view of the others.

And that was working fine for a bit, until everyone had nearly finished their food while yours was barely touched. Until one sharp inhale made it clear to at least one person that not everything was as it seemed.

“I said…. How was your day?” Jeongin repeats.

All eyes are on you now, and they seem to have varying degrees of understanding. Jeongin looks concerned, Changbin confused, and Han relatively clueless. And then there’s Chan and his big, brown eyes, gazing at you with a mix of encouragement and adoration.

“Oh, it was fine,” you answer in the calmest voice you can muster. “Work’s been busy, had a couple of long day-”

Your thought is cut short when Chan rotates his wrist and forces his fingers between your tightly closed thighs. His pinky extends to press against your underwear, and you can’t help but squirm in your seat.

“Uh, ahem. Sorry,” you restart, trying to recover with a fake cough and throat clear. “Just some long days at work. That’s all. Thank you for asking, Innie.”

The sweet smile you send his way seems to do nothing to lessen his concern. If anything, it just makes him more suspicious. Changbin and Han seem satisfied, though, and change the topic back to Hyunjin’s mistake during dance practice.

Chan’s hand travels higher and higher until he’s practically cupping you in his fingers. He rolls them from top to bottom, putting pressure on as much of you as he can from this angle. Then he adjusts again, sliding his pinky under the damp fabric, and you can’t take it another fucking second.

“Hey, I’m not feeling well,” you announce to the table. “I think I’m gonna go lie down.”

Chan’s hand returns to his lap and you stand up and turn on your heels before anyone can ask what’s wrong. You just make a beeline for your boyfriend’s bedroom, sent off by a chorus of “feel better!” and “sleep well!”

You plop down on the plush comforter and stare at the ceiling, trying to imagine what you’re in for tonight and telepathically tell him to hurry the fuck up. And it works, because his frame fills the doorway less than a minute later.

“Not feeling well, my angel?” he teases. “Is there anything I can do to make you better?”

“Shut up,” you shoot back playfully.

A sly smile spreads across his lips as Chan closes the door behind him and dims the lights before heading to the foot of the bed.

“You did so well out there, baby, staying quiet for me,” he praises. “Would you like your reward?”

He places his knees on either side of your legs and crawls onto the bed until he’s hovering above you. All you can do is sit and stare in awe of his big shoulders, his tense expression, his fiery eyes staring down at you.

The corners of his full lips pull into a smirk, and he lowers himself to your neck, gently kissing and sucking and biting the skin there.

“Mmmmm,” you moan, moving a hand to the back of his head to run the dark strands through your fingers.

“Do that again,” he mumbles against your skin. “Moan for me.”

One of his hands finds yours, interlacing your fingers and pressing into the bed, while the other slips under your shirt and grips you over your bra.

“Ohhh, hmmm,” you groan, melting into the bed at his touch.

He sighs and plants a final kiss on your neck before turning his attention to your lips. He closes your bottom lip between his plump, pink ones and holds it there for a few seconds, but it feels more like an eternity. You could stay like this forever, just surrounded by him. But a knock at the door cuts eternity short.

“Hey, y/n, Chan… everything ok?” Jeongin’s voice sounds from the hallway.

“Yeah, thank you for checking, Innie!” you yell back and wait to see if that’ll be enough to end his curiosity.

“No, something isn’t right… I can feel it. Can I come in?” he asks.

Chan sighs and looks back to you. An annoyed expression and a slight nod send him to the door knowing that this interruption is his fault and his alone.

“Hey, she’s ok I promise,” Chan says, standing in the doorway to block Jeongin’s entry but not hide the view of you on the bed. “Her stomach is just upset, that’s all.”

You push up on your elbows and smile at him, and he smiles back. But it doesn’t reach his dark eyes. He glances back and forth between you and Chan a few times before he speaks again.

“You two are up to something. What did you do, Chan?” he asks, squaring up to his hyung the best he can. The tense look on his face and broadening of his shoulders is enough to send you both into a laughing fit, and then there’s no choice left but to tell him the truth.

“Are you serious? That’s what that was?!” he exclaims. “I thought something was wrong. Jesus.”

He pauses for a second and can’t help but glance at the both of you, at Chan’s hand, at your thighs.

“You… you really did that with your fingers?” Jeongin whispers to Chan.

Your beautiful boyfriend throws his head back and laughs, squeezing his eyes shut tight. Truth be told, he could do that to you by simply existing, but his fingers… there’s something magical about them.

“Wow…” Innie mumbles. “You’ll have to teach me that sometime.”

“How about now?” Chan asks, glancing back at you for approval.

You smirk and nod in response. He knows you love a captivated — consenting — audience.

A rosy color spreads across the maknae’s cheeks, and he instinctively pulls his sweatshirt’s collar up to his nose in an attempt to hide.

“No, I couldn’t. That’s… this… no…” he declares, but he can’t keep his eyes away from your lower body for more than a few seconds, and an occasional twitch in his sweatpants makes it clear he’s not entirely opposed to the idea.

“Come here, I’ll show you,” Chan says, grabbing Innie by the arm and pulling him over to the bed. “You don’t have to touch if you want. Just watch what I do.”

Chan plops down comfortably on the edge between your legs, and Jeongin awkwardly sits on the corner of the mattress.

“It’s mostly about pressure, yeah? Depending on where you are, do you want to massage…” Chan explains, wrapping his fingers around and gently rubbing your ankle. “…or do you want to tease…”

He loosens his grip and drags his fingertips up your shin, to your knee, and back down, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he goes. You thrust upward just a little, yearning for that same touch between your legs.

Chan smiles as you squirm, enjoying his teacher role already. Jeongin’s watching his hyung’s fingertips with intensity, and next thing you know, he’s testing his skills on your other leg.

“Like this?” Innie asks, placing both hands on your sock-clad foot and using his thumbs to massage the base through the cotton. Fingertips drag to your ankle and hook around the sock’s cuff, rolling it down and over your toes and off.

He applies pressure to different spots on the base of your foot, watching your face to see how it feels. Once he passes your heel, he puts his palms to work, too, dragging his big hands up and down the sides of your calf.

“Yeah, nice,” Chan says, smiling approvingly before turning his attention back to you. “You like that, baby?”

“Hmmm….”

It would be hard to not enjoy four hands caressing your legs, but something about Jeongin’s fingers elevates the feeling. Like his big hands could do so much damage, but instead, they’re caressing you gently. And all you can think about is how he could wreck you in so many ways…

You snap back to reality as your boyfriend lifts the hem of your T-shirt to slide his hand up and rub your stomach. Even with everything else going on, his eyes are glued to yours, and that sweet smile is still aimed at you.

“Good so far, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you reply softly between sharp breaths. “You ok?”

“Of course, as long as you’re happy,” Chan replies, then turns to Innie. “Ready for the next step?”

Jeongin doesn’t answer immediately. Honestly, he probably didn’t even hear Chan. He’s staring at your legs so intensely, almost in wonder.

“Oi, Jeongin,” Chan repeats, snapping the fingers of his free hand.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, yeah,” the younger boy answers, shaking his head softly. “What do I do?”

“Go higher,” Chan says matter-of-factly, like this really is just a lesson and you’re the study participant — and Jeongin is his most eager student.

The maknae immediately wraps a hand around your inner thigh, down toward your knee. At Chan’s instruction — an encouraging nod is all he needs — Innie slides his warm hand up and up. Slowly, gently.

The unfamiliar touch has you instinctively pulling your legs closed, but Chan’s comforting touch on your stomach keeps you relaxed. His palm is pressed flat, and his fingers make small circles on your soft skin. His other hand replicates Jeongin’s path and gently squeezes the flesh of your inner thigh.

“Hmm.”

A deep hum vibrates from Innie’s throat, and his hungry eyes are trained on the wet spot on your shorts.

You’ve always wondered if other people can smell your arousal. Chan jokes that he can — “It’s the wolf in me, what can I say?” — but he’s generally full of shit. Regardless of whether or not he can smell it, Jeongin can certainly see it. And the way he’s licking his lips has you convinced he wants to taste it, too.

“Go ahead, Innie,” you say reassuringly. “Touch me, it’s ok.”

And then he does. His fingers slide under your shorts and roughly press into your panties. His sudden movements startle all three of you, and Jeongin’s face burns bright red in embarrassment and he pulls his fingers back into his lap.

“A little too quick,” Chan explains. “Something like that is fine if you’re going hot and heavy, yeah? But for something like this…”

Your boyfriend’s hand presses into your thigh and inches up until his fingertips reach the fabric of your shorts. He runs the damp material between his fingers and lightly bites his lip before speaking again.

“… you want to go slowly. Gentle and loving. Maybe a little teasing,” he says with a wink. “That’s what she likes, anyway. Don’t you baby?”

“I just tolerate it because he enjoys being an ass,” you say to Jeongin, who’s still sitting there with his fingers pressed into his thighs.

“Naur, you love it,” Chan teases back. “You love when I play with you.”

He slides your shorts to the side, just like he did earlier tonight. His thumb slowly runs up and down your folds through your underwear while his other hand resumes its circles on your stomach.

“You love when I do this for you,” he continues. “And I love doing it…”

His thumb presses into you deeper through the soaked cotton. Once the fabric can’t stretch anymore, he pulls back out and feels for your clit. He finds the spot and applies just enough pressure to make you squirm.

“That’s my girl,” Chan hums.

His gaze hasn’t left your face. It’s like he forgot someone else is there at all. Like it’s only you two on the bed, business as usual.

Your boyfriend hooks his thumb under your panties and moves them to the side to touch you. He runs his thumb down the length of your opening, parting your lips to feel inside of you where he can.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Chan whispers. “How many fingers, how fast.”

The hand on your stomach moves to your cheek and caresses it softly. He shifts his weight on the bed so his face can follow, too. Chan sweetly kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips.

“You have me in the palm of your hand, baby. I’ll do whatever you say.”

He breathes into your mouth, his lips only inches from yours when he speaks. You’d love to answer him, but your brain’s all fuzzy and your tongue wants to taste his teeth.

Hands go to his neck to keep him close while your lips press into his. He somehow knows exactly what you want — he always does — and parts his lips for you. Your tongue runs along the backside of his teeth, then the front, before you close his top lip between your teeth. His tongue joins yours then, and you spend what feels like forever just savoring each other and pouring every ounce of affection into each kiss.

Eventually, he pulls away with a smile spread across his swollen lips. He beams down at you, then turns to Jeongin.

“So, like I said…” he starts. “For something like this, you want to be soft, romantic. Listen to your partner’s body, and do what they like.”

Chan resumes his vertical strokes between your legs and faces you again.

“Most of it is about the buildup, right honey? I haven’t even stuck a finger in you yet.”

“He’s right,” you answer. “He always says such pretty words, sometimes I finish before we even get started.”

Chan smiles wide at your compliment.

“So, we’ve covered foreplay. Now, let’s get to fingering,” Chan says, slipping right back into his insightful teacher role. He lightly tugs on your shorts and continues: “Baby, do you mind?”

“Nope, go ahead.”

“Ok, lift up for me.”

He gently slides your shorts and underwear down your legs and tosses them to the floor. One hand gently rests on your upper thigh while the other settles on your lower abdomen.

“Before you do anything else here, you want to make sure she’s wet enough,” Chan explains. “If you did the first part right, you should be fine, but it’s important to check before doing anything too quickly or roughly.”

Your boyfriend positions a finger at your entrance and looks at you.

“Ready?”

“Mhm,” you reply softly.

One long, bony finger gently slides inside of you and traces circles around your walls.

“This isn’t a great example because she gets really wet — you saw her shorts,” Chan says with a soft chuckle. “But this is a good way to check and see what she’s ready for. Here, you try.”

Chan removes his finger and gestures for Jeongin to use his instead.

“You sure?” he asks nervously. “I don’t wanna…”

“You won’t fuck it up. You didn’t fuck it up last time either,” you speak softly. “How else are you gonna learn, Innie?”

“Ok…”

He speaks hesitantly, but his finger is inside you within seconds. His are even longer than Chan’s and how deep he can reach with minimum effort comes as a surprise, but a good one this time.

You inhale deeply and close your eyes as Jeongin starts to move that finger in and out slowly.

“Good, now go in a circle. That’ll help you gauge how much more you can stretch her right now,” Chan instructs.

Innie does as he’s told and a smirk spreads across his lips.

“I think she’s ready for another,” he says.

“Go ahead then,” Chan urges.

Another long finger slides inside you, and he keeps them pressed together as he moves in and out. A minute or two passes with the same motion, and Chan must see the blank expression on your face, so he offers to help.

“So, now it’s about the technique,” he says, placing a hand on Jeongin’s wrist. “You want to rotate your hand and use your fingers to reach the good spots.”

“The good spots?” Jeongin asks.

“That varies by person, unfortunately,” Chan answers. “Just have to mess around and practice on your partner ‘til you figure out their weaknesses. For example…”

Chan tightens his grip on Innie’s wrist and pulls his hand back a little.

“Bend your fingers,” he instructs.

The younger boy’s fingers are so long, he can’t help but stretch your walls apart when he bends them inside you.

“Ok, now keep them like that…”

Chan slowly directs Jeongin’s fingers forward and back, keeping an eye on your face to determine when he — or Innie, more like — is close. And when you take a soft, sharp breath in, he knows he’s got you.

“And now we add a little rotation…”

He pushes and pulls and twists Innie’s wrist like he’s playing the world’s most gentle round of Bop It.

“Oh…”

That one breathy word brings a huge smile to your boyfriend’s face.

“There, you got it,” he says to Innie, continuing to work his friend’s wrist to make you moan and sigh.

“And when you get more acquainted with their… uh… anatomy, you can target it more,” Chan continues. “May I…?”

He releases his hold on Innie’s wrist and patiently waits his turn. Jeongin slides his fingers out and sits them in his lap delicately, like he’s not sure what to do with them now that they’re covered in you. But you’re not too worried about that, because Chan’s fingers are back inside you now, and he’s rubbing and applying perfect pressure to that spot…

“Oh fuck…” you moan a little louder this time, and he just continues with a determined look on his face.

“I can get her to finish like this, or I could toss in some other techniques…” Chan muses, then pushes down gently on the stubbled skin above your pubic bone. “This increases pressure inside, making her feel more… full, I guess? Is that right, baby?”

“Ahuh, sure,” you answer quickly between sharp breaths.

Your eyes are mostly closed, but you can still see Chan’s confident smirk and watch Innie slowly slide his wet fingers into his mouth when he thinks you’re not looking. Something to tease him for later.

“And, of course,” Chan says, “don’t forget about her clit.”

He adds a third finger and rotates his hand so his palm is at an angle. He places his thumb on your most sensitive area and adjusts so he can press on the little nub directly.

“If you want to keep pressure here, you can’t pull out as far,” he explains. “That’s when you really focus on massaging her g-spot so you can keep your hand steady on her clit.”

He demonstrates with the same level of determination he showed earlier, even biting his lip this time. Jeongin is absolutely entranced next to him.

“And if you’re ready for the grand finale, and you’re comfortable with it, a little dirty talk never hurt anyone…” Chan trails off as he lowers his head down to yours once again, lips pressing softly against the edge of your ear.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” he whispers so only you can hear and increases the pace of his little circles and thrusts.

Your simple “y-yes” is barely audible and sandwiched between moans.

“I love your little sounds. You make the most beautiful noises for me, baby,” he hums as he gently bites your earlobe. “I can’t wait to make you scream later.”

“Chan… I…” you barely manage to utter and open your eyes to signal to your boyfriend that you’re almost there.

And just past him, looking entirely enthralled, sits Jeongin. His hand is gently rubbing your calf again, but you see it before you feel it. It’s like every nerve in your body relocated to between your thighs, and they’re all ticking time bombs.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl for me, baby,” Chan praises as he continues his work and uses his free hand to stroke your hair. “Come for me.”

And you do. Gently, but loudly. Your body manages to remain still for the most part, but your chest rises and falls erratically while your moans and sighs fight for release against your lungs that desperately need oxygen.

You grip a handful of Chan’s hair and pull, and he just giggles and lets you guide his head to your chest. He listens to your heart pound with a sweet smile on his face as you ride this out.

The high doesn’t last too long, and aside from a tiny ringing in your ears, you’re back to normal in under 30 seconds. You open your eyes again to see the two of them staring down at you before Chan turns his attention to Jeongin.

“So, there you have it. Any questions?”

The younger boy looks like he’s doing math in his pretty head as he speaks: “… no, not right now.”

You can’t help but laugh at his bewilderment. It’s like he just saw a magic trick.

“Well, if you don’t mind then,” Chan says, facing you again. “I’m about to start my masterclass, so…”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Jeongin answers, snapping out of the trance and standing up from the edge of the bed. “Thank you, thank you both.”

He turns and heads for the door as your boyfriend leans down to kiss your lips and pull the comforter up over you. The two of them meet where the bedroom becomes the hallway and Chan opens the door.

“Let me know if you have any questions after you… practice,” he says with an exaggerated wink.

“Oh, I will,” Innie replies and steps into the hallway. As he heads back to the common space, Chan swears he hears him mumble, “Seungmin’s gonna lose his mind…”

Your boyfriend slowly closes and locks the bedroom door and pads back toward the bed.

“I think our little lesson is about to become big news,” Chan says as he slides into bed next to you.

“Honestly, that’s fine,” you answer sweetly. “I’m sure whoever they sleep with will thank us later.”

Chan shifts to lie on his side and wraps an arm around your waist. He smiles widely at you, displaying those gorgeous dimples.

“Guess we should practice our material for the next class then, yeah?” he whispers as he slides his hand down once again.

[linopls]

kinktober day twenty-eight

daddy bangchan x gn!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, daddy kink (obvi), unprotected sex, spanking (a bit) 0.7k words

it just slipped out, you didn’t even mean to say it. you’ve known that people call their partners that but it was never something you thought you’d enjoy calling chan. 

“what did you just say?” chan stops mid-thrust.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to! it just came out! i’m-” apologizes pour from your mouth.

“say it again.” his voice drops an octave and his jaw clenches.

“what?” 

his hands tighten around your waist and he leans down, pressing his back to your front. his lips gently press against your ear.

“say it again, please,” it comes out as a groan but you can hear the whining beg in his voice. 

“daddy?” you whisper into the pillow, unsure of if chan can even hear you. 

you can tell by the way he begins to move his hips again that he did. it’s slower and more gentle than the way he’s been pounding into you for the past couple minutes. his head rests on your shoulders and a loan deep groan comes from his throat.

“jesus fuck, y/n.”

“more, please,” you plead as you wiggling your hips back into his.

“beg,” he spits, standing back up off your back and pulling your hips closer to his.

“channie, please i-” you start but are quickly cut off by a harsh smack to your ass.

“what’s my name, baby?” 

your face gets hot, you’re extremely grateful that it's buried so deep in the pillows that chan can’t see it. you know for a fact he’ll tease you about this afterwards, but at this point you’re so desperate to cum that the embarrassment is overtaken by lust. 

“daddy, please. i need you to move.”

“my good, slut,” he coos before returning to his previous pace.

his hips slam harshly against your ass. his black fingernails dug so deep in your skin you wouldn’t be surprised if he drew blood. the whines and cries that pour from your mouth are completely incoherent.

“you’re so good for daddy, baby.”

you feel so weak beneath him, your legs are begging to give out and your drooling onto his pillows. hearing chan call himself daddy was definitely hotter than you saying it, and he must have realized you felt that way.

“oh, clenching on daddy’s cock, hm?” chan moans, moving one of his hands to your ass. “you like it more when i call myself daddy, don’t you?”

you nod into the pillow, your cries muffled by the fabric. he continues to fuck into you, the tip of his thick cock slamming against the deepest parts of you with every thrust. the pain of him stretching you out is gone and replaced with an overwhelming amount of pleasure. you’re beginning to slowly drift off to the warm and empty headspace where your only thought is chan but are abruptly pulled away by chan grabbing both of your arms and holding them behind your back.

one of his hands his still firm on your hip, but the other is tightly holding your wrists to your lower back. you feel dizzy at the way he has so much control over you and you can feel the familiar knot brewing in your stomach.

“daddy, g-gonna cum!” you whine, lifting your head with whatever strength you had left so your voice was muffled by the pillows.

“yeah? gonna cum for daddy? gonna make a mess for daddy?” chan groans. his voice sounding so deep and rough is what finally sends you over the edge.

“mhm! cumming, daddy!” you almost scream, not even worried if the other members are home.

“fuck,” he howls. “daddy’s gonna fill you up, baby.”

you feel his aching cock pulse deep in your hole before he paints your walls white. your eyes roll back in your head and you clench around his cock, milking it dry. you bite down on the pillow as chan continues to fuck you both through your orgasms. 

“channie, channie, channie, too much.” you squirm your hips in desperation.

chan loosens his grip on your wrist and slowly pulls his softening cock out. his places a soft kiss on your reddening ass before helping you lie on your side. he lays down next to you, on his back, and you quickly curl up into his chest.

“you’re amazing, love,” he says, rubbing gently circles on your lower back. “daddy loves you.”

“shut up!” you cover your face with your arms. “never saying that word again. you never heard me say it!”

i know its november. pls mind ur business

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[luvkyu]

Hi! Can I request a poly Bangchan x male reader x Felix fic where they're all cuddled up together and reader is bigger then them and it ends up with Felix koala hooked on to readers back while reader and Chan dance together!

nights like this ( bang chan + lee felix )

chan x male!reader x felix

chan and felix spend a relaxing night with their boyfriend after a tiring day.

content : 0.7k words, fluff, reader is taller/larger than chanlix, bub pet names

( a/n ) thank you for the req :D i hope its what u wanted <3

chan sighed in content, his head laying comfortably in his boyfriend's lap. he'd been watching y/n play video games for a couple hours now. the familiar sounds of the controller's joysticks filled his ears while he relaxed in y/n's embrace.

chan smiled up at him, almost entranced. he loved watching the way y/n's eyes would focus and his brows would knit together in determination.

"are you staring at me?" y/n asked. despite the sudden question to his partner, his gaze refused to break from the tv in front of their shared bed.

"always assume i'm staring at you, yes."

y/n laughed.

"stop being cute. you'll distract me."

chan was about to protest until one of y/n's hands left his controller to gently stroke his hair. chan's eyes closed at the sensation. his boyfriend's fingers trailing through his hair never failed to bring a relaxed grin to his lips.

"when did felix say he's getting off work today?" y/n asked before he brought his hand back to his controller.

"mm, at seven i think. he should be home soon," chan answered.

"he's home now," felix's voice suddenly joined.

both the boys' heads whipped around to see their other boyfriend standing at the open bedroom door. felix threw his work bag aside and flopped down beside them on the bed.

"baby! we didn't even hear you come in," y/n chimed. felix let out a silent laugh before exchanging kisses with both of them.

"how was work, love?" chan questioned, laying his head back on y/n's lap. felix sighed and laid his own head on y/n's chest, all three now cuddling up together.

"tiring. customer service is tiring. i need a night to recharge with you guys.."

y/n looked down at felix with a small frown. he set his controller aside after exiting his game, done for the night.

"what do you wanna do tonight then, bub?"

"mm.. cuddle. just cuddle," felix replied.

"i think we can arrange that," chan joked. "are you done with games, y/n?"

y/n nodded while hanging one arm over felix's torso, the other going back to chan's hair.

"yeah, i'm done. the rest of the night is for my favorite boys."

the opposite two could feel their hearts swell at y/n's answer. it always seemed to them that y/n constantly knew the right thing to say to comfort his partners, even if it was only a few words. it drove the pair crazy in the best way.

a comfortable silence now drifted over the three, with the exception of their speaker playing softly nearby. y/n and felix began to drift off into a light sleep while chan enjoyed the music.

when a calm, classical song started playing, an idea came to chan. he swiftly left y/n's lap to get up and off the bed. his movement brought the other two back to their senses, their eyes shooting open.

"what is it, bub?" y/n asked.

"dance with me," chan said happily. y/n and felix exchanged smiles, obsessed with their boyfriend's cuteness.

as y/n started to get up from the bed, he felt a weight hold him back a bit. he turned his head to see that felix had latched himself onto his back as if he were a koala.

"lix? you gonna dance?" y/n asked the smaller. felix shook his head and adjusted his arms around y/n's neck.

"if i stay here, i'm technically still dancing with you," he replied. y/n and chan grinned at the cheerfulness in his voice. even after a hard day at work, felix still remained their happy boy.

y/n linked hands with chan while felix stayed put, the three soon swaying to the sound of the soft music. nights like this were unmatched in their eyes. losing track of time, only invested in each other, and all the worries of real life forgotten.

[skzfairyy]

9:40am

Pairings: Hwang Hyunjin x reader!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: suggestive smut? if you squint, ft. hungover & dramatic blonde Hyunjin

Wc: 811 words

AN: This one does make us giggle haha, ENJOY! - Y2K

Y/N leans casually against the doorframe of her bedroom. The room was cluttered as usual, but with a few new articles of clothing that didn’t belong to her, but to her knocked-out boyfriend a few feet away. After a long night of drinking with their friends, Hyunjin could barely walk in a straight like, let alone walk himself all the way to the dorms, instead, he opted to go home with his favorite muse as he calls her.

Bangchan did little to object, already having his hands full with the six other drunken guys he’d have to get home. The pair made it back to her apartment by luck alone. Hyunjin offered no help at all while Y/N did her best to lead him up the stairs and through her front door, only offering a countless number of affectionate coos, with a dopey smile across his face. 

She had woken up pretty early seeing as she didn’t drink nearly as much as the others. Instead, opting to be a loving girlfriend and make him a nice meal for his hangover, and prepare some medication for the headache he’ll be bound to have as soon as he wakes up.

She watches as Hyunjin’s sweet face begins to frown in his sleep, his hand reaching out to the spot where Y/N laid not long ago, finding it empty. Her face grows a smile of amusement as Hyunjin’s eyes creep open, instantly searching for his girlfriend. 

      “Y/N-ah!” He groans out. His morning voice was hoarse from all the yelling he’d done last night, and definitely dry from the way he was snoring in his sleep.

      “You’re quite loud for someone who’s supposed to have a killer hangover.” She pipes up, Hyunjin’s eyes dart to her place at the door instantly. 

At the mention of a hangover, his hand smacks his forehead, letting his body fall back onto the covers. “Remind me never to drink again.”

Y/N only laughs in response. “I made you breakfast Mr. Drama Queen. Put some clothes on and meet me in the kitchen.”

As she plates his breakfast, she hears the slight padding of his slippers a few moments later. Hyunjin, now dressed in sweats and a t-shirt he left over, sits at the bar as Y/N sets his food in front of him. His blonde hair sticks up in different directions as he suppresses another yawn from his lips.

      “Here, take this before you eat.” She gives him a bottle of headache medicine and a glass of water.

      “Ah, you’re an angel!” He says, taking it immediately.

      “I also got you a coffee, figured it couldn’t possibly make your hangover worse. She brings out the two americanos that she’d bought earlier from the fridge, placing them in front of him. 

      “I don’t think ‘I love you’ can even describe how you make me feel.” He says his words casually as his sleepy eyes watch the girl in front of him. 

She does nothing but smile in return. Rounding the counter to stand next to him, his hand instantly wraps around her waist as she rests her own arms on his shoulders. 

      “You always get so mushy when you’re hungover, Hyunnie.” Y/N’s fingers softly move the stray pieces of blonde hair out of his face as Hyunjin’s eyes never leave her face.

      “Can’t help it when you’re always around to take care of me.” He shrugs, returning her smile.

      “Okay Charmer, I’m gonna go hop in the shower while you eat. Then we can head back to your dorm. Be quick though, Felix said he’s making brownies and I want to get them while they’re still warm.” Y/N smiles at the thought of her friend's treats while untangling herself from her partners' arms, and heading in the direction of her bedroom. Hyunjin’s eyes follow her body as she retreats when he’s struck with an idea. 

      “If I finish quickly, can I join you?” He smirks while taking a huge piece of his breakfast into his mouth.

Y/n turns to glare at him, and he returns it with a smile of his own as she retreats into the bedroom. 

      “That’s not a no!” He yells out, before quickly taking a few more massive mouthfuls. 

While still chewing, he gathers all his dishes and places them in the sink, doing an embarrassing job of rinsing them. He takes a sip of his coffee, then bolts to her bedroom, stripping along the way.

      “Oh my god!” Y/N laughs out loud.

Hyunjin stands in the doorway of the bathroom out of breath, with one of his ankles stuck in the end of his sweats.

      “Hyunnie, slow down before you hurt yourself!” She laughs out again, watching him struggle through the clear part of her shower curtain.

      “And miss out on helping you lather? never.”

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[mazeinthemiroh]

hii! may i request a skz scenario where they accidentally leak their relationship with reader (also an idol) ?? love ur work btw !!!!!

skz when they accidentally leak their relationship with their s/o

genre: angst af like you guys aren't ready, tad bit of hurt / comfort too, idol! reader

word count: 1k

warnings: so angsty ahah slayyy

pls like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

bangchan

"do you trust me?"

it was a question you never thought you would have to think about when it came to chan. but now, with the paparazzi outside the hotel you both stayed at last night, it was hard to say. there was just so much uncertainty.

speculations about your relationship rose very quickly and now, in this situation, it was one photo away from being revealed.

but you did trust chan. so you nodded. he took you by the hand firmly and guided you outside the hotel lobby, where you were both greeted by the paparazzi.

and with one swift movement, your lips were on his. you were shocked at chan's choices but you melted into his touch while the cameras flashed around you.

they had broken him. and he didn't care. no more hiding anymore. and that's how he wanted it.

lee know

he was on a live stream when it happened.

just the usual catch-up with stays. something he has done hundreds of times before. nothing much. no pressure... right?

he was showing the stays watching something on his phone until he accidentally swiped to his home screen. which happened to be an exclusive, never seen before picture of you and him together. it was a candid photo seungmin had kindly taken at the time. a very cute, aesthetically pleasing and well-thought-out couples photo. and now, everyone had seen it.

"oh uhh," minho turned his phone off immediately when he realised. "anyway, i'll have to be off now. bye, bye."

he ended the live abruptly, his eyes wide and his breath quickening. he had never been so careless before. what had he done?

changbin

"are the rumours true? can you confirm, officially, that you are, in fact, dating y/n?"

changbin was expecting this question. but that doesn't mean he wasn't still underprepared and absolutely dreading it. for such a confident man he had never felt so nervous and unsure about a situation before.

but he had to do what he had to do.

"i am."

there was a collective gasp that filled the room, not only by the interviewer but also the by audience.

"and i am the happiest man i have ever been. and i plan on continuing this happy life with them for as long as they'll have me," he looked at the camera with a serious gaze, "no matter what."

hyunjin

hyunjin was very bad at hiding the fact that he had much affection for you.

it was so clear. the way he gazed at you in reality shows. the way he pined after you during award ceremonies. he wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to you because you were the love of his life. how could he not?

he was a naturally private person but for him, it didn't feel natural to hide such an overwhelming amount of love. it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

"i'm so sorry y/n," hyunjin barely whispered, "i couldn't keep this secret any longer."

the tears started to collect in his eyes.

"i need to love you freely."

han

"oh shit."

one drunk night and this happens. headline news: 'han jisung caught kissing kpop idol y/n.' and that someone was you. his partner. his not-so-secret lover. his soulmate. his everything.

he can't believe he had let this happen.

he stared at the phone in disbelief and ran his fingers through his hair, the anxiety bubbling in his chest.

he wondered who would kill him first. his manager? chan? even you? this relationship was secret for a reason. for many reasons, in fact. the questions and thoughts and worries flooded his head until he felt dizzy.

what was he going to do?

felix

'felix is dating y/n??'

that's all felix saw. every social media platform he went on, there that question was.

a harmless playlist he made for you. a playlist confessing his love and absolute adoration for you that was somehow leaked.

the tears spilt from his eyes and his bottom lip quivered uncontrollably.

"lixie, don't worry," you hummed to him as he curled into you. for both of you, it was an anxious time. but you had to be strong. at least, for him.

"i'm sure everything will work out alright. it always does." you wiped a tear away from his freckled cheek and cupped his face in your hands.

at least he still had you.

seungmin

there was a lover's duet you would sing for each other's ears alone. it was your song. just meant for the two of you.

but you sounded so sweet together. so good that you just had to record the duet together officially. after much persuasion from the other members, you both finally gave in to the thought. and it was beautiful and raw and emotional and everything seungmin could ever dream of in his ideal relationship.

and all of that joy and love was being taken away when someone leaked the duet online.

the speculations started, and seungmin slowly felt like he was sinking. his privacy, his intimate feelings, and his precious thoughts of the one he loved most had all been exposed.

jeongin

it was an accident.

it was such a reckless and unfortunate accident that jeongin could never ever forgive himself for. how many times had he been told to make sure that every picture he posted was perfect? without fault? avoiding any suspicion?

and yet one photo he posted of himself on bubble slid under his eagle-eyed radar. he thought it was harmless, but soon he was being spammed by fans. 'who's that in the reflection of the mirror?' 'who is that person with you jeongin?' 'is there something your not telling us??'

he couldn't breathe. he felt trapped in a helpless abyss of dread. and there was nothing he could do.

[boydepartment]

@ iluvmygf - profiles: ur an idiot x 7

description: nishimura riki is a headache to his managers. as much as he loves being an idol and as much as he loves that he gets the freedom to travel. he hates that he can’t show you off. publicly… as himself… so he makes a twitter account called @ iluvmygf at first not a lot of people follow it. it goes unnoticed, for a few weeks. until it doesn’t. his account about you goes viral… and people are nosy as to who loves their gf so much to constantly post about her.

genre: romcom, crack, humor, something fun and lighthearted like a hallmark movie. it’s also set from november-february bc i said so and i want a christmas ark 😋🫶 this is an smau

warnings: cursing, most likely crude humor, probably kms jokes

SEVEN IDIOTS- seven boys who met during training and i-land. seven idiots who always depend on eachother and are the closet thing to brothers. seven boys fated to be best friends.

nishimura riki’s(05) accounts

nishimura riki, LOVES his gf. and wants to appreciate her every second of everyday. to him, she makes idol life a little easier. even if he misses her like crazy sometimes. he loves his job and his work, he couldn’t be more proud to say he’s an idol. but riki is more proud to have the title as y/n’s bf.

iluvmygf is riki’s special account on twitter where he can openly love his gf. enhypen’s managers don’t know about the account and if they did they would probably kill him. (riki was turned down to announce his relationship)

lee heeseung’s(01) account

you know how people say, the nerd is an undercover thot? this is not true for heeseung. on stage he is an absolute thot, offstage, he wouldn’t be caught dead talking to ANYONE he’s attracted to. he is a certified loser outside of idol life. (has not had a partner since jack the ripper was roaming)

jay park’s(02) account

can you guys come to the dining room

jake sim’s(02) account

remember what i said about heeseung? jake is the opposite. he seems goofy and a nerd. this man is a thot on and off stage. which is why he cannot keep a gf for the life of him. he has a heart of gold but the thotness and hotness scares the girls away.

park sunghoon’s(02) account

everyone thank sunghoon. he is the reality check. he is the ground. he is THE HUMBLER. sunghoon is the guy everyone goes to when they need sense snapped into them. (bad with women(hasn’t had a gf since the stone age))

kim sunoo’s(03) account

kim sunoo is the man riki goes to when shit hits the fan. however recently sunoo has been super busy with something he hasn’t been telling anyone :( which unfortunately means riki has to go to thotatron 3000

yang jungwon’s(04) account

jungwon. is the overlooker. the overlord. the LEADER. which also means he was scolding riki for his iluvmygf account. jungwon tries to pretend it doesn’t exist 🫶 other than that he tries to get through life even with bangchan as his sleep paralysis demon.

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[ballerinainskzville]

Let me take care of you - Bangchan one shot

Summary: your husband, Bangchan, is taking care of you, six months pregnant with your first baby daughter

TW: anxiety

Enjoy!

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

Bangchan whispered as his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips.

“Let me think… since we got together, in your wedding vow, every day before you leave work and before we go to sleep but it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again”, you smiled and nipped a kiss from his cheek.

“Oh, I was referring to the little wolf”, your husband placed his hand on your swollen, 6-month pregnant belly.

Annoyed, you pushed his hand away from your belly to which he only laughed. “Babyyyy, I’m only joking. You know I meant you~”, Bangchan laughed and leaned in to pepper your cheek with kisses. “Hmm”, you only replied to make him feel guilty. You knew your husband, so it would take him less than a minute to start panicking if he made you truly upset.

“Y/N, are you upset? Did I upset you? I was joking, you know how much I love you. I’ll remind you that I love you every minute for the rest of my-“, he stumbled over his words, his hand holding onto yours, both of your weddings rings close to each other. You couldn’t keep your serious face on longer and began to laugh, blowing your cover. When you turned your head to look at your husband again, Bangchan was glancing between your eyes. “You’re not upset?”, he asked to be certain.

“Oh Channie, you’re so easy to fool sometimes”, you laughed and leaned in to peck his lips.

“Yeah, whatever”, he laughed softly and pecked your lips again. Again. And again. Bangchan’s love language had always been physical touch and he could barely keep his hands off you since you two got together. The cuddles, kisses, and intimacy in all sorts of ways increased whenever he had been gone for days due to the schedule of his group activities. Making up for the missing chances, he’d say.

And since you had become pregnant, you two had been bound by the hip. You always wanted to become a mother but along with the other pregnancy symptoms you had been experiencing, increased anxiety was the constant shadow that looked over your shoulder. And your husband Bangchan knew how to calm you down the best: with his presence, words, and touches. He had suggested you get back in touch with your therapist in case something bigger was weighing on your heart but you assured him every time it was the hormones and fear of starting a new chapter in life, of the responsibility of having a child that unraveled you as much as you looked forward to it. And he’d promise you every time that he’d help you out as much as he can and how lucky he was for having you as his wife and partner for eternity.

“Is she sleeping?”, he asked as he caressed your thigh through your leggings. Your old clothes didn’t fit anymore so you began to opt for leggings and the shirts of Bangchan whenever you were home. “No, she’s having a full blast inside there”, you told him with a chuckle and he moved his hand up, rubbing your belly. “Slow down, little wolf. We don’t want to hurt mommy, do we?”, he talked to your belly, lifting your black, or his black, shirt to press a kiss on your belly. Your skin tingled a little and you watched Bangchan. You were sensitive towards people touching your pregnant belly, especially without consent. Your husband was the only person who made you feel good when he did. And your daughter seemed to enjoy the presence and touch of her father too. “You’re going to be an amazing father. You already are”, you said while your hand caressed Chan’s dark waves. “And you’re going to be an amazing mother. The love of my life”, he looked up at you with shimmering eyes. Your hand cupped his cheek and he nuzzled it.

Bangchan was a very caring person towards people he loved and he didn’t easily show his more vulnerable side to anyone. You taking care of him and making him feel being taken care of was a hard journey for him to learn to accept and come to terms with. Which, since he did, lessened his disability of falling asleep and stress.

“Uh, I need to pee-“you groaned and pulled your hand back. Bangchan immediately stood up, holding both hands to help you stand up. “Channie, I can still move on my own-“you laughed and began walking towards the hallway, your hand supporting your lower back. “Are you in pain? Is your back hurting, baby?” he asked concernedly. “Not more than it did yesterday!” you shout from the hallway—his head peaks from the doorframe. “Then let me massage you before the food arrives? I hate seeing you in pain. It hurts me to see you suffer.”

“I know, Channie. You’d carry the child for me if you could”, you chuckled and entered the bathroom.

“Yes, I would!”, he shouted from the living room.

[jeonginluvrr]

Can I request y/n comforting Chan after he’s had a bad day 🥹🤞🏽

bad day

pairing: idol!bangchan x gn!reader

genre: hurt/fluff, comforting fluff, established relationship

warnings: chan is super overworked, mentions of chan crying

notes: yes omg anon this is so cute </3 i hope you like it!

it was a no brainer that chan was constantly overworked. especially after his recent world tour he was absolutely wrecked, and it didn't help that he and the other members barely had any time to rest.

after a long day of practice, chan finally returned home, placing his sweater on the coat rack to the entrance of your shared apartment with him.

he dragged his feet to your bedroom, sitting on his side of the bed with his head in his hands, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

you noticed this and put down your phone, joining him at his side. "baby, what's wrong?"

"had a bad day." he replied dryly, looking at you with hurt eyes. you could tell that he was so exhausted, so overworked, so tired.

"want to tell me about it?" you asked him, running your fingers over his knuckles. it helped him calm down.

"the company gave us more work. i'll be out of the house more than i'd like to be," chan huffed in frustration, his eyebrows knitted in anger. he took a deep breath, before continuing. "i don't mind, but i want time to spend with you. i don't want to seem like a bad boyfriend."

"you're not a bad boyfriend, chan," you sighed, squeezing his palms in yours, making him look at you attentively. "i understand that it's hard to make time for relationships. there's no need for you to feel guilty."

hurt filled chan's chest. he wasn't expecting that answer. he tore his gaze away from yours, his breathing beginning to become labored once more, tears beginning to fall from his beautiful brown irises.

"chan," you sighed sadly, watching him. you wiped his salty tears away from his cheeks, pressing a kiss against his cherry lips.

"i know, it's unfair. but you'll be able to spend so much time with me after your activities are over. just keep on pushing towards that goal, okay? i love you very much."

chan's sobs died down as he began to process your words of comfort, nodding slowly. he wanted to do everything in his power to spend time with you, but being the leader of stray kids, he's never had the time to.

chan wanted to work even harder just to see you; smiling brightly and greeting him at the door to your apartment, kissing him; loving him.

chan cracked a smile. how did he get so lucky to have you as his partner? he wrapped his arms around you, burying himself in the crook of your neck.

"i love you y/n. thank you so much for being so understanding." he murmured against your neck, pressing a kiss against your lips.

"i'm always here for you, chan."

[strayywayy]

Giving you what no one else could Bangchan pt-3 pt-1 pt-2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

Brief: You have extreme body dysmorphia and depression. Chan comes in your life as a ray of light in the dark, things take a turn teaching you what love is. You come in each other's lives' as messiahs. Love is mutual chan is helping you to his max but how do you help him?

Genre: soulmate AU, fluff, eventual smut (comes later in other chapters), light angst, lotss of comfort

Content Warning: Mild swearing, sexual themes(again comes laterr) and discussions, mentions of body image/ self-hate A/N: This is the very first thing i'm writing in like whole of my life. This series will be shamelessly self-indulgent as I relate to this soo much. Chan makes me feel like home so this is how I portray him with my story. I have no ideas how many chapters this will have hehe. Credits: dividers by: @cafekitsune thank you so much for the dividers these are soo pretty!!

That day at the studio went even better than the last one. Now the somber tunes which you danced to that day seemed to vanish as all you felt was happiness being with Chan. You both even choreographed an entire song together. The song was too sensual to dance with someone for just the second time but it was just right in your case because both of you seemed to be a fan of the melody and the musicality. Chan recommended this song to you and coincidentally you already had it in your list of favourite songs. Talk about Chan being your soulmate. The choreography was a banger and all your dance mates loved it as you both showcased in front of them. They teased you for the sensuality and chemistry between you two and hyped you too. "Just date already" "get a room you two" were some funny compliments ya'll laughed to. You planned on performing it for the upcoming "student showdown" that was gonna happen at your studio. Of course with the best partner you could wish for.

Chan and you started brainstorming for your outfits. Both of you agreed on a classic black color outfit with variants of it for chan and you. Chan's outfit was a satin black shirt with latex pants. You imagined how it would look on him. Not going to lie he could've caught you drooling if you didn't control it in time because damn, that outfit was sexier than anything you'd ever seen in your life. You too had a lacy bra with latex pants which was just as revealing and sexy as your liking. You loved the idea of it on you and were very very eager to wear it and perform. Again the fucker in your head made you reminisce all the harsh remarks you had gotten. You were afraid that people would judge you for your body when it was far from being a contender of being judged. Your body was the dream of many honestly, you got to know this later when Chan convinced you. For now, you gave wearing the outfit a second thought. The twisted part taking over, you asked Chan if you could change the outfit. He did not have any problem and would go by your decision even though this had to be mutual. He wanted you to be comfortable he assured. But he asked you if you were conscious about your body or anything. As if he had heard your inner thoughts. You brushed it off and said you were okay. Chan doubted it but eventually agreed. After this hectic but extremely enjoyable session you went to had lunch. Chan insisted on taking you out and you instantly agreed.

At the restaurant, you did not seem to eat much. At all would be a better word. Chan got concerned and asked,"Y/n why aren't you eating? does it taste bad? I'll get it replaced if you want." "Excuse m-You stopped him and said that you weren't really hungry. Lie. It was a total lie the last meal you had was dinner. How could you not be hungry? Moments later a growling sound escaped your stomach. Chan's ears heard it and he knew what was going on. He knew you were starving yourself, he knew why you wanted to change the outfit earlier. But he also knew that talking to you about this directly won't solve the issue in the long run. So he tried to get you to eat by other means. "This tastes so good y/n" "give it a try" "This the best i've ever had" and he would stuff food into your mouth. You refraining at first but eventually giving into his approach. You were surprised and glad that you didn't go puke in the bathroom stall like you did after any meal you had at restaurants may it be with friends or family only to not gain weight. He is so sweet you thought to yourself and thanked him and god everyday for having him.

This continued for days until you started eating normally on your own all thanks to Chan. You started calling chan "channie" the nickname he loved. You both had become very close over the few days. You shared many happy, flirty moments together. Some awkward too when you both would admire each other and get lost in each other's eyes which was often broken by other stupid people. You hated it you wanted to stay like this forever. But this was practically impossible anyways, just staying in channie's contact was enough for now. Slowly both of you wanted more though. You both wanted this to be more than platonic which sure was very evident.

The studio started getting crowded as practices for the showcase began. You suggested to practice at your home. Chan happily agreed as if he waited for you to ask him that. You both would practice for hours not growing tired of it but quite the contrary. Chan and you would take chances cooking. Both of you became very comfortable around. You even wore chan's hoodies. He would let you do that because he loved how cute you looked in it and how his scent would always be around you turned him on. The smell of him turned you on too that was one of the reasons you took his clothes too. Both ya'lls feelings were too obvious and you sure were going to claim each other.

One day while Chan was at your place the outfits came in. That day for some reason you were acting like a horny teenager for the first time as you'd remember. Chan being present made it worse because all the thoughts you had about him were far from innocent. It was time to try on the outfits. Chan went first. When he came out you almost wanted to scream and tell him to ruin you for anyone else in an instant but you controlled to not make him uncomfortable or anything. The shirt showed an outline of his godly body as if the outfit was made for him and him only. The pants made you wonder all kinds of things you shouldn't have thought. You noticed the veiny hands Chan had even though you knew him for many days now and, how good would he look gripping on any part of your body he wanted to. You would happily allow him to. You would desperately allow him to. You gathered yourself and acted like a damp spot wasn't forming in your underwear at the thought of him.

It was your turn now. You had gotten two outfits as Chan insisted you to try the first one too. You tried the second outfit which Chan praised so much and showered you with compliments. It was all in an innocent manner though it seemed.

As you tried the second fit it seemed like some switch flipped in chan's brain. As he sat manspreading on the couch his pupils expanded becoming darker filling with what you thought was lust and it sure was. Nothing was innocent anymore. You walked up to him and he stared at you. His eyes locked with yours. No one spoke a word until Chan broke the silence with.... to be continued.....

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All of that was for a single kiss (Lee Know x fem!reader)

Pairing: Lee know x fem!reader (established relationship)

Trope/Genre: Grumpy x sunshine, fluff, angst if you squint

Warnings: Very suggestive so MINORS DNI, Slight discusion of insecurity and one slight mention of a knife

Bangchan makes an appearance 

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Summary: You and your boyfriend go shopping and a stranger insults him. He claps back like the absolute king he is and he teases you about finding it hot. He also gives you cuddles because I like cute shit.

You and your partner Minho have been dating for 10 months. Your life has never been better because you have someone that you can truly let down your guard around and be genuine with. Before you two had met, the people in your friend group had always referred to him as cold and rude, but strangely loveable. You didn’t have very high expectations when you met him, to say the least.

 But when you went to your friend's house for a birthday party and saw him there, you couldn’t understand what everyone was talking about. When people saw how you two interacted their jaws would drop. Since you were known as a sweet, upbeat and kind person nobody could understand how you got along so well. 

The chemistry that you two had was surprising to everyone but Christopher, a mutual friend of you and Minho. Chris and Minho had known each other for years and Chris knew him inside out. Which is how he figured out that Minho had a crush on you. Whenever the two of you interacted, Minho’s icy personality would melt away and he would turn into a soft and blushy mess. He could also tell that you liked Minho because you would turn away from your infinitely kind persona and lightly tease him sometimes. Chris would tease him about liking you for weeks. Every time that he would tell Minho that you liked him back, Minho would deny it because of his own insecurities. 

Chris decided that he would hatch a plan. He invited both of you to a perfect setting for a first date. A beautiful restaurant with incredible food, cheap prices and private seating. A few minutes after both of you arrived, Chris was basically third-wheeling already. You and Minho were laughing about something that you said when Chris suddenly pulled out his phone and said “Guys, Berry tore up the furniture in my house. My roommate just texted me. I need to go home.” Despite your protests, he quickly scrambled away, leaving you and Minho alone. 

You two ate and talked for about 2 hours before he decided to drive you to a hill so you could watch the sunset. There was a pause in the conversation. His eyes met yours. Your heartbeat quickened. Your breathing slowed. His face was a stunning shade of bubblegum pink. He leaned closer. You closed the gap between you and him and you kissed. 

Now, here you are, ten months later at a grocery store with your hand comfortably intertwined with your boyfriend’s. “What fruit should we get this time babe? Strawberries or Raspberries?” he said. “Hmm. I’m not sure, but right now I feel like ice cream”. 

“That’s not a fruit” he laughed. “If we stuck it in a tree and put some seeds inside of it, technically it could pass as one.” “Y/N. I love you so much, but what the fuck goes on in your brain?”. He playfully poked your cheek as you pouted. “You love my brain.” “I do love your brain, but it’s not normal in any way.” “Just choose the cheapest one.” “Strawberries it is then.” “Can we also get strawberry ice cream? Please?” You asked. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said while walking over to pick up some ice cream. 

You had just come back from the chip aisle when you saw a random girl speaking to Minho. You weren’t the type to get jealous and you trusted your partner, so you just put the chips in the cart, allowing him to continue his conversation. 

“You should smile more! I see you here every week with that girl and you look miserable!” She pointed at you. “I just have an RBF.” “Wow! You’re just as rude as you come off! No wonder she’s ignoring you, she’s embarrassed to be seen near you.” The words that she said felt like a jab with a knife. You butted in. “I was just trying to be polite by not interrupting, but now I think I have to.” Minho looked at you with a smile as the girl continued. “Why is he so crabby all the time? Who hurt him?” 

“Maybe the reason I always look upset around you isn't because I’m just always like that. The call is coming from inside the house.” You smiled. You loved the bluntness of his personality. His remarks always made you laugh. He continued. “You have a bad vibe. You seem like the type of person to unironically say “Live laugh love” and talk about how ugly your “besties” are behind their backs. You want everyone to have the same “happy” facade that you have even though your real personality is just as cold as how I come off as.” This was the final straw for the girl. She seemed tongue-tied as she opened her mouth to say something and then walked away. 

“Holy shit, she was such a bitch! She came up to me, said hello and immediately started criticising my personality! What the actual fuck.” His rant was interrupted by you staring at him with wide eyes and a tinge of red covering your face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You avoid eye contact until you reach the car after paying for your groceries. 

“Ok don’t judge me.” “Oh no, what is it now Y/N” “Fuck, uh. What you said back there. What you did back there. Was actually really hot”. Even though you mumbled the last sentence, he heard you loud and clear. “Oh really?” You felt your face heat up. “Me being rude was hot? Oh my god you’re seriously blushing so much you look like you’re going to explode!” He was smirking as he leaned in closely, about to kiss you and then pulled away at the last second. “Okay It’s time to go home!” He was giggling about your reaction to not being kissed the whole ride back to your shared apartment. 

Your face was still cooling down while you put the items that you bought away and Minho was folding some newly washed washing. You flopped down onto the couch next to him and sighed dramatically. Minho ignored you. You sighed again, even louder than before. Minho ignored you. You sighed for a third time as Minho placed his hand over your mouth.

 “What do you want?” “Something that I deserve.” “The ice cream?” “No Minho, not the ice cream!” You laughed. “What is it?” “I don’t want to say it.” “Why?” “It's embarrassing” “And telling me about your secret kink wasn't embarrassing?” “It was, and now it's even worse.” He stopped for a second, thinking about the events of the day. His eyes lit up in realisation. 

“Oh! You want a kiss!” “Yes finally!” “No.” “No?” “No.” 

It had turned into a wrestling match. Minho was trying to run away from you while you hunted him down. Eventually, you had him pinned under your body weight. All of that was for a single kiss. “You’re blushing.” You said as his face heated up even more. “No, I’m not!” “Oh no maybe now I’ve discovered your secret kink.” You laughed and kissed him, and he melted into the kiss. 

You both ended up sitting on the couch cuddled up together with Minho’s arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed your neck. 

“Thank you.” You said, as your eyes fluttered shut. You didn’t need a blanket to sleep because Minho’s body heat was enough to keep you warm. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, you could feel kisses being planted on your face. 

The last thing you heard was a whispered “I love you” before you began to dream.

Author note: This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever written! TYSM for reading and advice is appreciated!

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The Syndicate - Chapter 1: Misfortune of a Prodigy

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader, Bangchan X Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is a Detective with a promising future in the police department until she's kidnapped by the infamous mafia boss Choi San and from him, she learns the dark secrets her superior has been hiding the whole time so she teams up with him in order to put a stop to it.

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.), y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung in the beginning , Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Wooyoung and Yeosang are a little mean in this story tbh, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s)

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After being called into a crime scene, I finally arrive to my destination and notice a couple of bystanders and a few journalists outside the hotel, I show my police shield to the officer guarding the crime scene and I head inside. I look around and notice the beautiful crystal chandelier on the ceiling and the beautiful marble floor of the lobby. I’m assuming it’s another one of Aurora Syndicate’s rival gang member’s death. I head over to the presidential suite of the hotel and there he was, a man who was around his 50’s bludgeoned to death, judging by his clothes he had a lot of money too. While my mind was focused on the crime scene I feel a hand on my shoulder interrupt my thoughts then I turn and realize it’s my partner Detective Christopher Bang “ Hey, I genuinely thought you weren’t going to come since it’s past the time you get off” He gives me a smug smirk judging from the tone of his voice. I shrug keeping my eyes focused on the victim’s position.

“Well, duty calls. Besides it has to do with AS so you know I’m up for this. So, whose this guy? He looks like he’s loaded" Chris takes out his notepad and hands it to me for me to read “Well, the guy’s name is Shiro Ito judging from his bank cards and identification used to get this room. He was allegedly involved in laundering money for The Aurora Syndicate, my guess he might have been stealing or giving out information which is why they probably killed him.” I slowly nod then I hand Chris his notepad back “Makes sense why they would have killed him, were his records clean?” He nods “Yep, clean as a whistle. The receptionist downstairs told me he was the owner of a few clothing stores which makes sense and is probably how he was able to launder money for so long without being questioned.” I get a little closer to the body and I look at the impact wounds. The wounds looked very deep, something very personal was the reason this man was killed. The suspect is definitely not a female, judging by the severity of the wounds it was definitely a male. I shift my gaze over to the man’s hands whom was holding on to something tightly.

With my gloved hands I pry open the victim’s right hand to reveal a cuff link with a beautiful iridescent stone. My face instantly lights up and I put it in an evidence bag. “Chris, this was not a woman who killed him. Look, a cufflink with an Aurora Borealis stone and it doesn't belong to Mr. Ito, he took it off of the attacker while he was trying to fight him off. If we find who this cufflink belongs to we've got our guy.” Chris’ eyebrows slightly raise while crossing his arms in front of him “Narrowing it down won’t be too hard, I’m positive it’s someone in the AS’ inner circle hence the name of the stone.” I turn and hand it over to a crime scene technician “Put this in evidence please this one is very important.” the technician nods and marks the evidence, I look back over to my partner who was engrossed looking at his notebook and I let out a small yawn “I’m heading home now, I’m exhausted. You mind finishing up here? I'm also almost finished with the police report from the last case so I'll turn it in first thing tomorrow cool?” He nods while he puts away his notepad in his back pocket and looks to me with a small smile “Yeah for sure, see you tomorrow.” I wave goodbye and I head back to my car and drive home for the night.

While I driving home I begin to think about that cuff link. Whose is it? And why was Mr. Ito killed? Hopefully we’re able to get the suspect’s print off of the cuff link but I highly doubt that since it’s probably covered in Mr. Ito’s prints.

When I arrive at my apartment complex, the lights to the parking lot are busted so it was kind of dark but not enough to where I couldn’t make things out. While I carefully get out of my car and I start to walk to my apartment. While I look through my purse to find my house keys I hear the cocking of a gun behind me “Take one more step In that direction and I will kill you.” I jump up and I turn around dropping my purse on the ground. I focus on both figures both dressed in black one was average height with jet black hair framing his face, and a tall one with blonde-brown hair. I raise my hands slightly to show I have nothing in my hand then the tall one removes my gun from my holster. The guy with the black hair grumbles “Mingi hurry up, I have a feeling someone saw us.” The dark haired male grabs me and points a gun to my lower back while his hand covers my mouth and nose with a cloth “If you scream things will get much worse from here, you wanted to be the hero so now’s your chance to take the fall.” Mingi the tall one, walks up to me and injects something into my neck, zip ties my hands and slings me over his shoulders like a rag doll. I have to fight to stay awake. I have to at least see the vehicle. I force my eyes open trying to stay awake whilst trying to free myself from Mingi's strong grip but my eyelids become unbearably heavy and I fall unconscious before I’m able to see the vehicle.

A few hours later, I wake up in a lowly lit room and quickly realize I'm tied up to a chair. Slightly groggy, I look around and see no one was in here. This empty room, is practically a near empty room with a crudely made empty bookcase behind me which looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years along with a mix of bunch of random debris on the ground and dried blood. I sigh then I yell out “Hello?! Let me out of here please!?” After yelling for what seemed like a little while I hear footsteps fast approaching, and soon the door clicks open. It was the dark haired guy who abducted me again. “So you finally woke up, it took you long enough.” He stands in front of me and stares me down all while I look up at him trying to show him I wasn’t scared of him which was an obvious lie considering how I was manhandled earlier so easily. “Why am I here? Who are you?” Completely ignoring my question he reaches over and squeezes my cheeks really hard to the point where I jerk my head back in pain unable to escape his grip “You know, I hate cops. I hate how they try to dig up your business.” I glare at him “Well, maybe you shouldn’t be getting rich off of illegal businesses and death. ” He lets out a mocking laugh and lets go of my cheeks slightly throwing my head back with force that was pretty aggressive “Wow, Detective you’re funny. You know not everyone grew up with the same stupid sense of right and wrong as you right? We do what we can to survive.” I shake my head “No, you and your stupid mafia sheep are just a bunch of idiots who will eventually fall victim to natural selection.” He grabs a fistful of my hair “Oh, we’ll see about that.” He leans in close to my face “I need the rest of the names of the cops who are working on the Ito case, you pigs have something that belongs to San.”

Oh god, is he talking about Choi San? So it was his cufflink, I should have known. I shake my head “No, I won’t tell you anything...” He mutters under his breath “You little- I seriously don’t have patience for you...” he grabs me by the collar of my shirt and punches me in the jaw. A sharp pain shoots through my jaw and the taste of blood fills my mouth, for a few seconds I look at him slightly dazed while I mumble “I’m not telling you.” He shakes me violently pulling me from the rope I'm tied to “Talk! I need those names now!” he pushes me back and I fall on my back and on my arms letting out a pained cry “No! I’m not going to tell you anything!” The male walks over to me and kicks me several times in the stomach causing me to let out pained screams and cough up blood. Slowly I start feeling like I was losing my consciousness again but before it happens he grabs me by the rope I was tied up with again and pulls the chair back up “Hey, are you passing out? Come on, tell me names and It’ll all stop. I promise.” He spits out mockingly. I shake my head while I look at the floor trying to dissociate myself from the situation I’m in. Blood profusely drips from my mouth onto my white collared shirt soaking through the shirt and feeling the dull drops of blood fall onto the fabric. One, two, three..

The dark haired man walks over to the corner of the room and grabs a crop whip and hits me so hard I could hear the whip crack. I let out a cry of pain and suddenly a thin, tall, dark haired man dressed all in black wearing a leather jacket comes in and grabs his shoulder “I think she’s had enough. You can stop hitting her now Wooyoung, she’s not going to talk.” Right after he comes in another man enters the room, he wore a wine colored dress shirt and some fitted dress pants with his dark hair slicked back and black rimmed glasses. It’s Choi San, the current leader of Aurora Syndicate. He looks exactly the way people described him to be. Handsome, cat like eyes with a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds, and a very intimidating prescence. Wooyoung, slighty nervous knowing he messed up looks over at both guys and says “Seonghwa, San, I tried being nice but she was being so rude I didn’t have a choice.” San looks over at Wooyoung quite irritated and says “Can’t you ever follow orders? We need her alive. I never asked you to do this.” Wooyoung raises both of his hands and nods “Alright, alright fine. I’m sorry. I just thought that because you usually-” San turns to Seonghwa and cuts him off “ Seonghwa, please take her to the infirmary and ask Jongho to clean up Wooyoung’s stupid mess” San then makes his way over to me and kneels down, looks at me for a few seconds and lifts my chin up with his finger to meet his gaze all while wiping the blood off my chin with his thumb “I’ll talk to you later Detective, we have some things I wan to discuss.” he gets up and wipes the blood he wiped off of my chin onto Wooyoung's shirt. Slightly annoyed by this action, Wooyoung scrunches up his face in distaste and follows behind him leaving me alone with Seonghwa.

The man quietly walks over to me and uncuffs me from the chair. “That’s a lot of blood, I hope Wooyoung didn’t do too much damage.” His soft voice had some calming effect to where I was slowly coming back from my dissociation and felt a bit more grounded. He kneels next to me and for a few seconds he lets me recollect myself “Let’s go to the infirmary, hopefully you can get rest there.” Slowly tears well up in my eyes making my vision blurry. He lets out a soft sigh and gently pats my back “It’s okay, don’t cry. I can’t guarantee that nothing will happen to you but I suggest you just listen and answer the questions you’re asked.” I shake my head “No, I’d rather die than throw my whole squad under the bus.” He fixes my disheveled hair and says “I know, but trust me the faster you fess up the faster you’ll be able to leave. Just think about it, please.” He slowly helps me up and picks me bridal style in his arms.

While we head over towards the infirmary I break the silence by saying “Why are you being so nice?” For a few seconds he stays quiet until he finally responds “Well, I believe in treating people with kindness despite whether or not I dislike something about them. For instance, I don’t like the feds but that won’t stop me from being a decent human being.” I look up at him in sheer confusion “But you’re a literal criminal. You steal and kill people for a living.” A small smile appears on his face and he says “Criminal or not i’m still human. Remember, we all have reasons as to why we do things even if sometimes those things aren’t good.” He’s right, even the people on the other side of justice have their reasons for being criminals. Not everyone decides to do it because they want to be evil, most of the time it’s the lack of money, or a cry for help. Everyone is different.

When we finally enter the infirmary it smelled exactly like a hospital, intoxicatingly sterile. Jongho was at his desk on the computer but as soon as he sees me in Seonghwa’s arms he quickly gets up and walks over to us. Seonghwa gently sets me down on the examining table. Jongho looks at me for a brief second in horror then looks over at Seonghwa “What the hell happened? Why does she look like this?” Seonghwa looks at Jongho and says “It was Wooyoung, San got pretty upset about it too.” Jongho looks over at me and glances at the police badge around my neck making a very uncomfortable face and huffs under his breath “That bastard..” He uncomfortably smiles “ Seonghwa, I’ll take it from here thank you.” He nods and walks out the door closing the door behind him. Leaving Jongho and I alone.

Jongho puts on some latex gloves and he grabs his stethoscope from a drawer near his desk. He gently places the chest piece on my chest and does a whole routine check up listening to my breathing and what not, shortly after he finishes he puts his stethoscope around his neck and clears his throat “I listened to your organs and everything sounds fine, no broken ribs which is good. I see that your arms are quite red, so you might get bruises but no broken bones which is good news too. I also see that you coughed up blood but you’ll be okay you’ll just be sore for a couple of days the internal bleeding will heal on its own as it's not severe. I'm going to give you some pain killers, they’ll help for a couple of hours.”

After taking the medicine he proceeds to clean my busted lip “Thank you, but I have a question.” His eyebrows slightly raise “Oh, sure what is it?” I give him a pleading look and I say “Why am I here?” his face grows a little serious and he goes back to cleaning my wound “Oh, well you’re here because San Is looking for a family Heirloom he lost... That heirloom is so important to him because it was a gift from his father and to get it back he decided he was going to hold you for ransom until the police hands it over.” I sit there trying to process everything for a few moments then I respond “Isn’t that a little overboard for a cufflink?” Jongho shrugs “It is, but knowing how San is since he really treasures everything his father gave him. I’m sure he really doesn’t want to replace it and it’s understandable.”

San’s father, Junseo “The Phantom” Choi. He was killed in a shootout last winter at a restaurant he frequented. I look down at my police badge then I look over at Jongho “San could have just asked me to give it to him. It's really that simple.” Jongho shakes his head “I wish it was that easy but it’s complicated, let’s just say that your Captain and San’s family aren’t on great terms so in a way this is payback .This is as much as I can tell you because to begin with I wasn’t even supposed to tell you any of this so please just act like it’s the first time you’ve heard about it when San questions you.” I nod “Of course no worries. By the way thank you for not trying to kill me.” Jongho’s small smile comes back and he says “Of course, none of this is your fault to begin with.” Suddenly a guy with light grey hair that almost looks white comes in and says “Hey, I’m taking her from you San wants to talk to her. Is she clear for interrogation?” I give Jongho a worried look and he gives me a small reassuring smile, helps me get off the examining table and walks me over to the guy at the doorway “Yes Hongjoong, she's clear.”

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THE OLD GUARD CHAPTER 2

"We don’t get a say on how it ends, we never have. But we can control how we live."

Summary : You are a powerful witch, cursed and hurt through ages. Owner of your esoteric shop, you were resigned to live this lonely life when the powerful magic of soulmates and fate came to you.

Pairing : poly BTS x reader (she/her)

Genre : soulmate au, demons bts au, witch y/n au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, polyamory relationships

Status : In process

Word Count : 4.3k

Warnings : eventual smut, angst, mention of depression, death, suicide, past trauma, violence, blood, past (sexual) abuse, past torture, PTSD, scars, self harm, and more.

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A/N : IT'S HERE !! The big one.... Took so much time to write this part... Unlike Dance With me, the chapters here are longer, and will therefore take longer to be published. I like to take my time writing… plus with my adhd it's hard sometimes to stay focused especially since I have my finals coming up soon and I have to study… AND I have a lot of mental breakdowns where I want to delete everything because I have no confidence in myself and my writing skills LOL

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When Namjoon returned home, saying he was ecstatic was a euphemism. He’d finally found her. Their last soul mate. After all these years. He met her by accident in a shop that his friend had recommended to him. What was the probability? Shit, he should thank Bangchan properly. He will be eternally grateful to him. 

But her reactions when they met worried him. Something happened to her. Something that frightened her at the thought of bonding with her soulmates. They needed to know everything about her. Her past, her wounds, her fears, so that Namjoon and his other soulmates could help her. He wanted nothing more than for them all to be together, as they always wanted, as they always talked about.

They all had so many exciting projects to do. But they always waited, they didn't want to do anything until they were all together.

The time has come. Finally. 

But to do all of that, he needed to tell them about her.

He slammed the door so hard that he woke up the black cat and Hoseok who were both sleeping peacefully on the sofa. 

“Sorry hyungs,” he apologized before taking off his jacket, “I have something really, really important to tell you and…-”

Namjoon, what’s that smell? 

Yoongi’s voice echoed in Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s head. Namjoon wasn’t surprised he already noticed it. In his cat form, his hyung’s senses were sharper. Hoseok frowned and came near his boyfriend to smell him. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to meet his partners. Her sweet vanilla scent was still barely on him, but enough for demons like his boyfriends to notice it. 

“Joonie, you’re finally back! Oh, something happened, Hobi? You should see your face! ” 

Jungkook appeared behind Hoseok, giving him a back hug while his head rested on his shoulder. The others joined them quickly. Everyone was there for Namjoon’s relief. On the way back to their home, he was afraid that the maknaes had decided to go out on the town as they used to do.

But unlike Hoseok and Yoongi, they didn’t seem to notice her smell on him. 

Fuck, he didn’t even know how to tell them. Why was he so nervous? They all waited for that day. 

But he couldn’t forget how she acted towards him. When their eyes finally met each other, how was her reaction during their handshake. The way she read the part of the book, the tears she had held back. 

She didn’t reject him though, he was sure of that. 

“Is everything okay? Oh… you smell really good, is that a new perfume ?” 

He shook his head at Jin's question. Namjoon noticed the oldest’s face changed quickly. Jin was confused in some way Namjoon didn’t understand. He, too, must have wondered where that sweet smell Namjoon had on him came from. 

He looked at each of his boyfriends and took a deep breath before finally saying the words that would change their lives forever.  

“I met our last soulmate.”

The room remained quiet for long seconds. He noticed that Yoongi had returned to his human form, and had the same look as his boyfriends.

Suddenly, they all started asking Namjoon questions. Who’s this person? What’s their name? Was the vanilla smell theirs? Was Namjoon sure they were their last soulmate? If so, why didn't he bring them here? 

The only one who stayed calm was Jin. He was standing behind Namjoon, staring at him in a somewhat strange kind of way that Yoongi had noticed. But he said nothing. He probably had to absorb the information too. 

“Okay, okay, can y’all please stop talking at the same time ?” Namjoon finally asked. 

“But hyung, I want to meet them !” Jimin whined.

“Me too, it’s not fair you’re the only one who’s got the chance to talk to them !” Taehyung added with a pout.

“Tell us where you met them, please! At their work? Or maybe in a library? You like to visit libraries after all! ” Jungkook asked beside him, clinging to his arm. His big brown eyes shone with impatience and excitement. 

Namjoon pinched his nose and sighed. These were exactly the reactions he had expected. Especially from the three youngest. Well, he couldn’t blame them for that. If he were them, he’d react the same way. 

Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi were calmer, but he knew they were burning with impatience and even envy towards him for meeting her first, and especially for being the only one to know her, for now. He couldn't be upset with them for being so impatient, he'd probably have reacted the same way if he'd been in their situation... 

“Okay guys,” Jin finally spoke, in a strangely calm voice, and wrapped his arms around Taehyung and Jimin’s waist, “Maybe we can let Joon explain to us… right? I’ll make some coffee and tea for everyone. ” 

He separated from his two boyfriends and disappeared into the kitchen before receiving any response. On the one hand, because he didn't need to wait for answers, he already knew what each of them would drink. But also because the second the smell of vanilla had reached him, a sudden headache had taken over him. 

Now alone, he had leaned against the work surface and closed his eyes. His face suddenly tensed. 

Flashbacks invaded his mind. 

He couldn’t recognize or remember the place, the situation, or the person he was with. They were faceless. He couldn’t tell which one of his soulmates he was with. Or was it none of them? But if so, who was it? 

What were these memories? He didn’t even remember living any of them. Were these memories even his own?

“Jin, are you okay? ”

He jump-started when he heard the voice of Yoongi behind him. The second oldest had noticed the suddenly strange attitude of his elder. 

“Yeah, just a headache, nothing serious, don’t worry.” 

Jin smiled to reassure him, but Yoongi wasn’t naive. He came closer to him and put his hand on his forehead. 

“I’m a demon, Yoongs,” he added in a more serious tone and gently grabbed his hand, “I can’t be sick like humans.”

“Then why do you have a headache? Hm? You never had any before now. It oddly coincides with Joon’s arrival and this… sweet and delicious vanilla scent he had on him.” 

He caught a whiff of that wonderful smell on Namjoon, even though it was already very faint. He also hadn’t understood that these sudden flashbacks probably had something to do with that aroma. 

Of course not, he couldn't make that connection. He had never smelled that scent before. 

Or so he thought. 

Jin frowned a little and shook his head, walking away from Yoongi to prepare the drinks. 

“I’m fine Yoongi, I promise.”

Yoongi did not believe him, his senses told him not to. Jin and him were the first two to meet. They were together for several years before their paths crossed with Namjoon and Hoseok. The three younger ones were the last to arrive, decades ago. 

He knew his elder very well. He knew something was up, something probably related to their last soulmate, which they had all been looking for and waiting for all these years. 

Jin said nothing when he saw Yoongi join him to help. But Yoongi couldn’t deny that he, too, felt rather strange at the thought of Namjoon meeting their soulmate. A mixed feeling of excitement, and impatience but also stress and apprehension when he saw Namjoon's serious and worried face. He thought to himself that the same was probably true for Jin and that he was perhaps worrying a little too much. 

Yoongi also thought he should check things out on his own, one way or another. 

Several minutes later, the two boys were back in the living room. Everyone was settled in front of Namjoon and impatient while he was still standing, and nervous as he fidgeted with his fingers, which everyone quickly noticed. 

“Okay,” Namjoon took a deep breath, and ran his hand through his hair, “please, let me finish before asking any questions, because we’ll need to find something to help her.”

°°°

After her breakdown in her apartment, Handong and Gahyeon took her to theirs, not really far away from her home. where the other girls were waiting for her with blankets and food. But she didn't eat anything. The pain and sadness were so big and intense that her stomach was in knots. The thought of eating any kind of food made her feel nauseous. Her head hurts from crying so much.

She was silent at first, but finally, she started to speak and told them everything. Her meeting with Namjoon, how sweet and kind he was towards her, what she felt, the connection that people experienced with the person or people were meant to be with.

A soulmate connection.

All the girls were seated around her. They listened carefully. Bora and Gahyeon were at her sides while the others were in front of her, two on the small coffee table, the three others sitting on the floor.

After that, Siyeon asked her in a soft and calm voice why she reacted like that. Siyeon and the others thought she would be happy to finally meet her soulmate, especially since she also told them that Namjoon and her were linked to six other people, people that Namjoon already knew, making her the last person missing from the bond.

And there’s the moment when she felt tears appear again. The truth was that Namjoon wasn’t the first one she met. Gahyeon remembered her whispering a name when she broke down in her arms. A man named Jin. Who was he? Someone she loved, and who wasn’t her soulmate?

“No, absolutely not,” she answered to Gahyeon when she asked her, “Jin is… one of my soulmates too…”

She took a deep breath. She didn’t want to cry again. She was tired of crying.

She felt Bora’s head leaning on her shoulder and hugging her tightly.

“Can you tell us what happened, unnie ?” she asked in a calm and sweet voice.

Her heart ached for all the memories she had buried inside her to suddenly return. Bright memories, where Jin and she were together, happy and eager to meet their other soul mates. But also, when they had been forced to be separated, when he lost his memory when they had not been strong enough to protect each other. When she was imprisoned by those humans, accused of being a witch, and sentenced to death. How she survived, marking the beginning of her immortality, and escaped to them, and all those hurting centuries she passed alone.

She let out a sigh and finally nodded. She trusted them, they never judged her, and they were always gentle, and understanding. Gahyeon and Handong did not hesitate to come to her house after her message at almost midnight because she needed them. They were the kind of people you only met once in your life. They were true friends.

More than that, she saw them as little sisters.

She could open up to them, she could trust them, about her past, what happened with Jin, how she lost him, and most importantly, why she spent most of her life alone, surviving instead of living.

°°°

“ No! That’s not fair! It wasn’t your fault! ” Gahyeon shouted suddenly.

She stood up, angry and nearly crying, Minji joined her and gave her a comforting hug. She had just finished her story. It has been so long since she talked about it...

Bringing up all her memories was painful, but at the same time, it felt quite good to finally be able to share her pain and sorrow with them. Yoohyeon took Gahyeon's place, taking her hand in hers.

“ She’s right y/n, Why do you blame yourself? You and Jin... you were just victims! ”

“Is there anything you can do to restore his memory ?” Siyeon asked.

“Memory magic is… complex but also very powerful.” she started to explain, playing nervously with her fingers, “Brain and memory have always been a very mysterious subject, and even after all these centuries of studying it… medicine and neuroscience, for human or not, have never managed to unlock all its secrets. He's a demon, like most of you, but your brain is relatively the same as a human's… ”

She shook her head.

“Besides that, we got separated, and after I escaped from those humans, he was gone. I looked for him. I traveled the world, in vain. I never knew where he was. Was he back in the demon realm? I never knew, I tried to summon him, to invoke him, again and again, in vain. He never came to me, and I never knew why... ”

Demons could live freely in the human world if they wanted to. Otherwise, most of them lived in another world, outside time and space, parallel to where they lived now. A world where only demons could enter and leave at their will.

She sighed. She felt tears welling up again, which made her let out a swear.

“We were young and stupid, we didn’t want to waste our time with those stories of invocations and everything…”

“But now, you know where he is, you can see him again !” Yubin suddenly exclaimed, “I’m sure he hasn't forgotten you! Well, maybe for now, but the moment he sees you, all the memories will come back! He's your soul mate y/n, damn it! ”

She looked up at her and sighed again before standing up. She walked to the window and looked through it. The moon was almost full in three days.

“I’m…,” she began, her voice shaking, and she took a deep breath, “I’m scared to face him again, to face all of them. And what if he never remembers me? What if they don’t want me because of that ?”

She bites her lips. Damn it, her heart was beating faster, and not in a good way.

“And what if… she’s still alive? What if she’s still after him and she finds out that I'm still alive, and that I've found him? She could still go after him, or even our other soulmates, and even though I'm more powerful than before, she has become more powerful too… but on the other hand…,” she turned to her friends, and despite the smile on her lips, tears were running down her cheeks, “I want to see him, I want to meet them…”

Those words she just said out loud, she hasn't controlled them. They came out of her lips without her controlling it,

When she met Namjoon, a few hours earlier, her reactions towards him were more about surprise and shock at finding another soul mate. Especially since she had immediately sensed that Jin was there too.

All those memories, all those traumas, and all the things she experienced and had buried inside her were suddenly brought up, causing a surge of panic and anxiety.

But now that she had been able to confide in her friends, to talk about it, to hear their advice and support, she was able to put her thoughts in order.

Okay, learning from one day to the next that she had met not only her soul mate but also the other six, one of whom was her first love lost dramatically was something quite... sudden and abrupt.

After Jin, she never had a love affair and never fell in love again. Of course not, how could she?

Now, the idea of seeing him again, of meeting these six other people who were related to her, too, but who had also taken care of him for… she didn't even know how long...

She didn’t even want to hear the word “soulmate” or anything related to love and bonding. Because she would have felt like she was betraying Jin. She couldn't even imagine being happy with a soulmate or soulmates without him.

“You deserve it,” Minji suddenly said, pulling her out of her reverie, and gently placed her hand on her shoulder, a gentle smile on her lips, “you deserve it more than anyone else. You spent your whole life helping anyone who asks for help, sacrificing your life more than once - literally - for the helping and saving. You deserve to be happy, with those who are destined for you. And I'm sure they too have been waiting for you and are looking forward to meeting you, and to being reunited with Jin.”

She winked at her and wiped her cheeks wet with tears.

“And about this demon bitch,” Yubin continued, making a fireball appear in her hand with a fake smile, “She can come and try if she wants!”

“Yeah! We’re waiting for her! ” Gahyeon added.

Her lips stretched into a slight smile. Things were different than they had been centuries ago.

She was older, more mature, more powerful.

After all these years, decades, and centuries spent alone, hope was finally awakening in her. Hope for a better future, where loneliness would no longer exist.

“Oh girls, wait a minute !” Gahyeon suddenly shouted, “How will she meet them? Namjoon has left his shop and they have not exchanged any contacts!”

“Oh, you know for that, I’m not worried.” Handong replied with a smirk, “He knows where she works. I can bet anything you want that at least one of them will visit her very, very soon.”

°°°

Handong was right, but she didn't know it yet, or at least she didn't believe it.

She wouldn't think that Namjoon would talk about her as soon as he returned home to his... no, to their soulmates.

But he did.

He even specifically asked his partners not to rush to see her. They had to come up with a plan to approach her, enter her life, and bring her into theirs, being attentive to her inner wounds.

He thought he had convinced them. Or so he thought.

The day after she met Namjoon, at dawn, she left her friends' apartment and returned to hers. It had been a short night and she talked a lot. After she confessed, Minji and Yoohyeon convinced her to eat. She then fell asleep against Gahyeon, lulled by their conversations about random things, she didn't even remember them.

She was exhausted. But she had a business to run. There was also the possibility of creatures needing her help. The full moon was coming up in a few days, and she knew that at this time of year, werewolves often accidentally hurt themselves.

She also needed to focus her mind on something else, only for a few hours.

And anyway, she had no information. She didn't know where Jin, Namjoon, and her other soulmates lived, whom she didn't even know yet. 

And then, let's imagine she found herself facing Jin., what would she do? He wouldn't even recognize her. He would see her crying and not even understand why.

She might be his soul mate, but to him, she was yet a stranger.

Maybe it was better if she didn't see them again. Maybe Namjoon would never talk about her after their catastrophic first meeting yesterday, and go on with his life as if nothing had ever happened. Maybe that was the only way.

She sighed and left her apartment after taking a quick shower and changing her clothes. She walked down the stairs to her bookstore and turned the sign to announce that it was officially open.

She had done what she did every day: arranged and dusted the books on the shelves, correctly tidied and cleaned the various crystals, watered her plants, collected the petals and fruit from some of them, dried them for later, and made them into ingredients for future potions or spells and finally, swept the bookshop.

Her day was like any other, except maybe she was more clumsy than usual. She would have liked to blame it on tiredness, but she knew very well that it wasn't because of that.

A dark spot outside caught her eye. In front of one of the windows, sitting and staring into her bookstore, a cat.

Oh, it wasn't just any cat. It was much bigger than the cats she was used to seeing. It was also more graceful and probably the most beautiful black cat she had ever seen in her life.

She was completely mesmerized by this cat, so much so that she put her ballet down against her counter and approached the door she had opened.

She was used to this kind of situation. Stray cats often came to visit her. She got into the habit of feeding them, giving them water, and even healing them if they arrived injured, which, fortunately, was much rarer.

"Hey kitty," she murmured in a soft voice, a little smile on her face, “are you hungry? or thirsty? come in, I'll take care of you.”

She didn't dare approach the cat, she didn't know if he was afraid and would run away if she tried to touch him, or even be aggressive. She didn't want him to go away either, strangely though. She didn't want to be alone.

So she walked away from him, leaving the door open behind her, and went into the back room to get a bowl and a bottle of water.

When she came back, the cat was not only in the bookstore, but he was sitting on the counter. He was seated with his back straight, his dark eyes staring at her intensely.

She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt intimidated by this cat.

She approached him, and put down the bowl to fill it with water. She then walked away to put the ballet away.

And then the truth hit her.

He couldn't be a real cat. Well, yes, of course, it was a cat. But she felt something coming out of him, something magical and mystical.

Something supernatural. Like a shape-shifter.

She turned her head towards him, silently observing the animal that lapped up the water with an almost disconcerting slowness and tranquility.

She took a long breath and the cat raised his head, hearing her, and ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes resting on her.

That deep, dark look. No, even if she was exhausted, it couldn't be the look of a simple cat. Her witch senses were tingling, she couldn't ignore them. She had crossed paths with many shape-shifters in her life, she knew the signs. 

“I know you’re not an ordinary cat,” she finally said to him with a soft, non-accusatory voice, sitting in her chair in front of him, “I’m a witch, a very, very old witch to be honest, you’re not the first metamorph I met,” she adds with a small laugh. 

The cat’s ears bent slightly at the sound of her voice, he blinked slowly, without taking his eyes off her. 

“Are you stuck in your animal form?” She asks, resting her chin on the palm of her hand, “I can help you.”

It took only a few seconds before the cat came a little closer to her. 

Namjoon was right, our new soul mate is a person with a big heart and breathtaking beauty. 

A deep, raspy, and seductive voice echoed in her head. She frowned, slightly confused, as she looked around. Eventually, she realized where the voice was coming from. 

Wait. He said Namjoon's name, didn't he? It can't be... 

Did you genuinely think he wouldn't tell us about you and your first meeting? Come on, sweetheart, we've been waiting for you for so long. 

She took one step back, and another. Honestly, yes, she thought he wouldn't talk about her. 

She couldn't deny that his last words warmed her heart. So, had they been looking for her, too? 

He also asked us to wait…

He continued, turning his back on her to jump off the counter.

I mean, before coming to meet you. But I am his elder after all, why should I obey him? I love Namjoon with all my soul, but he asks too much from us when it’s about you, our precious and pretty soul mate. 

She heard him chuckle and looked down at him. She breathed deeply. She breathed in, and out, slowly. She was trying to calm the rhythm of her heart which was fast, too fast. 

Ah, maybe it's talking to a cat that disturbs you and makes you speechless? You knew from the beginning that I was a shapeshifter, didn't you? 

She shook her head slightly to recover her senses. 

“Not really, I thought you were a real cat at first” she admits, “and no, it’s not the first time I’m talking to a metamorph and... even if I did, it wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've done in my life. But, can you…” 

Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry.

It wasn't talking to a cat that troubled her the most. She was curious. Curious to see what he looked like. What her soul mate looked like.

In the blink of an eye, it was not a black cat that was facing her anymore, but a man. A very handsome man. His beauty was just as breathtaking as Namjoon's but in a different way. Black hair, pale skin, thin facial features, yeah, he was beautiful. Moreover, he was stunning.

Shit, if they were all as handsome as Jin, Namjoon and this guy, she was in trouble.

His gaze was the same as in his cat form. Piercing, quite dark, but now she could read something else in it. Tenderness.

Seeing her reaction, a smirk appeared at the corner of his lips. He ran a hand through his hair and took a step towards her. 

"Thanks for the water, by the way, I was very thirsty." he bowed his head with a slight smile and a soft voice that made her shiver, "I'm Min Yoongi, it's very nice to finally meet you, Y/n."

[xxstar-girl]

SPIDER-VERSE

lee minho x spider-woman!reader

[MASTERLIST]

[FRIENDS]

[VILLAINS]

➸ han y/n: a 21 year old girl, who attends jyp-university, she also has secret identity, spider-woman.

➸ lee minho: 22 year old, best friends with y/n since middle school, doesn’t know her secret identity.

➸ han jisung: 20 year old, brother of y/n and he does know her secret identity.

➸ yang jeongin: 20 year old, classmate and project partner. the two grow close because of being project partners. does not know her secret identity.

➸ shin ryujin: 19 years old and the neighbor of y/n and jisung since they were all kids. doesn’t know y/n identity.

➸ lee felix: 20, ex boyfriend of y/n, they dated for a year and broke up on mutual terms, still good friends. he doesn’t know y/n real identity.

➸ aunt hana(song hyu-kyo): 39, the aunt of both jisung and y/n. she took them in after their parents death. does not know y/n secret identity.

➸ kang yeosang: 21, someone who has a crush on y/n for the past 2 years. he doesn’t not know her secret identity.

➸ bangchan: 29, the professor and scientist that y/n looks up to. he does not know her identity.

➸ choi san: 25, her mentor and also a cop who helps her. y/n sees him as an adult figure in her life, so he knows who she is and her secret identity.

➸ kim jennie: 26, partner of san, meaning she is also a cop, but doesn’t know y/n identity.

➸ jake: 19, ryujin’s boyfriend and does not know y/n identity.

[jadenlix]

Close as strangers

Pairing: Lee Felix x AFAB!reader

Summary: your a foreigner in Korea, after studying in Seoul to become a English teacher. You develop social anxiety, no longer aspire to be a teacher, or work in any public job. A job opportunity comes to work within JYPE as a social media manager, making sure the idols post things that won’t cause scandals. But an idol you know, felix has gotten himself into a relationship scandal with fellow JYP idol Yuna. Management decided to damage control by asking you to become a fake partner of felix to take the heat from Yuna.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: strong language. No happy endings at all. Get tissues if your easily hurt by bad endings.

Word count: 7.8K

LIGHTLY edited

21st of January, 2023

Hey, the book that I write in, Today was… interesting…

“You want me to do what?”

You had always been a very secretive person, very private. Not ever interested in being in the public eye or the center of attention. Never took the lift because of people, always took the stairs. So applying for a job in the back lines for the company JYP Entertainment seemed like a good idea at the time. You’d be working more in the promotion side of things, behind the accounts for a few of the artists. Never needing to go out with the artists as staff. Just sat in the office controlling things from there.

And the first few months had been a breeze, you enjoyed your job! You had met a few of the artists around the building here and there, you were even an avid listener of a few of them.

Over the past couple of weeks, you had gotten more work focusing on the group, stray kids, Twitter, and Instagram accounts. Working in close contact with a few of the members with what photos they wanted to post and what to caption them. The guys did have most of the control when it came to it, you were there to make sure it appeared proper and kept their idol image intact.

One member in particular, whom you had worked with loads more than the others and gained a semi-good friendship with, was Bangchan. Though you called him Chris when you weren’t in professional settings. He spoke English fluently and was the friendliest idol you had come across. You had met a few other fluent speakers, but you weren’t that close with them, Chris made you feel like you didn’t have to be anyone you weren’t, and you appreciated that.

You were a foreigner, having moved to Seoul 5 years ago to study. Your ambition started as an English teacher. Though unfortunately, that fell through. Being in a new country with a language barrier made you anxious, so you started staying in more, only leaving for classes until you finished school and decided to work from home.

So you didn’t have much interaction with native speakers as much. Despite knowing a lot of the language, borderline fluent after your years of studying Korean back in England and continuing your studies in South Korea- you were not confident.

Today, the stray kids’ manager called you in to discuss the next thing for you.

In recent events, Felix, a member you also had gotten to know recently was involved in a relationship scandal with fellow Jyp idol Yuna from Itzy. You weren’t too close with Yuna, but you were close to Lia and Ryujin, so you had already heard about this scandal.

“We want you to act as a partner to Felix, you look nothing like Yuna, no one knows who you are, and you’d be perfect for this job”.

Ouch?

Sungho spoke without looking away from his laptop. You would have preferred he spoke to you directly; eye contact would have been nice.

“But I didn’t sign up for this, this wasn’t in the job description” you start, rubbing your thumb against the skin of your other hand nervously, “I don’t think this is a wise choice, can’t you just wait for the rumours to die down?”

He shakes his head “I’m sorry y/n, you are required to do this, or we will have to terminate your contract with us”.

This was beyond fair, given either the choice to be a fake partner to Felix or be fired from the one job you wanted.

You were so sure so many others would be willing to do this, and you probably would have minded doing it either, Felix was beautiful and kind-hearted, but it involved being in the public eye. Which you didn’t want.

You swallow your discomfort, looking up at Sungho again “How long would I need to do this?”

He looked up at you briefly, checking his laptop again, humming when he finds the answer on the document that solidified your new, unwanted task. “Roughly a month, maybe two,” he said once he looked back at you, “until the rumors die down, we can’t have two idol images tarnished, and you’ll be helping with that”

You take a deep breath. Were you seriously considering this?

“Yuna will be heading out with her false partner this evening also, we’re hoping this one night is enough to dial it all down, we’ll just have to see” he continues, though it wasn’t making you feel any better about the situation the company was trying to put you in.

“You get a pay rise” he finally added, and in all fairness, it did make the offer seem more tempting, but you still weren’t happy about the ultimatum you were given.

“If I say yes, when does this whole thing start?” You ask.

“If you say yes now, hair and makeup will prepare you when you leave my office, to prepare for a sighting of you and Felix later tonight”

Your eyes widened tonight?

Perhaps the quicker you say yes, the quicker it’s over and you can go back behind the scenes.

“Okay, ill do it”

 -5 hours later   -

As promised, a team of make-up and hair professionals came to your aid soon after you met with Sungho. Your hair had been washed thoroughly, probably the most it’s been washed in your life. Not because you didn’t wash your hair, of course you did. Because they used what felt like a million products in your shoulder-length hair.

Your makeup was done in what you called an idol style, accentuating certain features. You felt like an imposter of sorts. Call it imposter syndrome. The stylists had dressed you in a pretty simple white and black Celine tee, pinning the rim of the top under so it was slightly cropped, pairing it with a pair of black baggy cargos, simple yet efficient.

“look at you” that cheesy Australian accent could quite literally never hide from you.

Turning around you glare at Chris. Dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top, you were jealous he was wearing such comfy clothes.

“did you hear about my new line of work?” you ask sarcastically, adjusting your top the best you could without the staff attacking you.

“I did” he laughed, “lix wasn’t too happy about it, thinks it will cause more harm than good”

You nod, you also believed that. You didn’t quite understand how a fake relationship rumor would mute the current one. But you trusted the company. Foolishly.

“I’m surprised you accepted though y/n” Chris spoke, walking with you towards the lounge where Felix was.

“it was either this or lose my job” you sigh, you still couldn’t believe you were doing this. You could barely make it on the train without sweating, and now you had to walk around and go on a fake date with Felix, people following you to take pictures. You didn’t know how you were going to do it.

“They threatened your job?” Chris grabbed your wrist gently, stopping you before he opened the lounge door. “that’s out of order y/n, I’m so sorry” his expression softened as he looked at you.

You valued Chris as a friend. He was always good to come and talk to when you needed it, or if you were feeling especially anxious when on shift. The pair of you exchanged phone numbers around a month ago, he had asked previously but you were nervous about it, so he kindly waited until you were comfortable.

“It’s okay though, I guess it gives me a chance to get out and face my fears or whatever” you shrug, motioning to him that you were ready to go into the lounge.

He nods, stepping ahead of you to open the door for you. “Felix” he called out as the pair of you entered.

There he was, the victim of the latest stupid scandal in K-pop. His long silver/lilac hair was, of course, styled perfectly. A baggy white tee hung loosely on him and a pair of baggy black cargos, that seemed to match yours completed his outfit.

You smiled awkwardly in his direction, “Hello yongbok-ah” You greeted him formally, bowing in his direction. You weren’t nearly as close to Felix compared to Chris so, you usually greeted him like this.

He frowned lightly, waving his hand in dismissal, “god, y/n, no need to be so formal” he stood from the sofa and walked towards you. His eyes watching yours as his hand diverted towards your shoulder. You smile weakly in consent to him touching you.

Since the other members didn’t know you as well as Chris, they were always cautious around you. Chris made sure to inform them of that.

“Since we’re supposed to be together, I don’t expect you to bow or call me by that calling, Felix is just fine” he smiled, rubbing your shoulder gently before retracting his hand, and looking toward Chris.

“so, Mr. Connected-”

Chris rolled his eyes as soon as he heard Felix call him that, groaning playfully.

“-do we look like a couple?” Felix finished,  standing beside you.

“Yeah, you kind of do”

“so what are supposed to do, just walk together?” you quickly change the subject, questioning the two of them. You weren’t exactly told what to do. Just told to be in a fake relationship. Did you have to kiss him?!

“They didn’t tell you anything?” Felix exclaimed, his eyebrows raised. He felt bad for you. Someone who had an important position in the company, which is what he viewed it as he had thought they would of at least prepared you. but in his eyes, they had set you up for failure. “they know about your social anxiety right?” he asked, grabbing two pairs of sunglasses from the corner table. Handing you a pair.

“yeah, they do” you sigh, taking the glasses from him. He was sweet, caring, and overall seemed so friendly.

His expression changed slightly into more of a sour look. He was pissed that they hadn’t helped you, or even given you some sort of direction of what to do.

“they want us to hold hands as we walk towards the convenience store, some sort of affection inside the store, and then go somewhere to sit and just look all relationship-like I guess”

Bless him, he tried his best to explain what you had to do without cringing himself, he wanted this less than you by the sounds of it. You started to wonder if this was a good idea. Would it just be easier to cancel it? You could probably find another at-home job.

“y/n” Chris started, looking in your direction “I know what your thinking, no you aren’t quitting” he smiled softly, bringing you into a gentle hug “You got this yeah? Felix will look after you”

You buried your head into Chris’s chest, sighing against him. You didn’t want to do this, you were so unbelievably uncomfortable. You felt tears beginning to sting at the rim of your eyes. Feeling Chris’s hand rubbing your back as you sniffled.

You stayed there for almost 2 minutes, in complete silence. Just Chris holding you and Felix attempting to comfort you by rubbing your shoulder again. You pluck up the courage to pull away, not wanting to ruin any of the makeup the staff had done.

“Just breathe, deep breaths yeah?” Felix cooed, making his way to the door, his smile was warm, inviting almost. You shoot a half smile back at him. At least it was Felix you were made to do this with, could have been worse right?

-

“Glasses on” Felix reminds you before exiting the car.

 You clear your throat as you follow what he said. Flicking them down as you got outside. You spotted a group of girls waiting across the road from the car, probably waiting to catch a glimpse of idols coming and going. It probably looked more obvious that at least one of you was an idol. Sunglasses and a face mask. It appeared obvious. Maybe not for someone walking down the streets, but for you two, it was.

The feeling of your heart began beating harshly against your chest. Your palms felt hot. No one was looking.  Eyes were on you, watching every step you took on the pavement. They hadn’t noticed you both yet. Every breath you took the bystanders could see the rise in your chest. Your glasses hid the way your eyes began darting around the street.

Soft skin connected to your hand, the gentleness of the touch made your heart stop for a brief second, allowing it to calm down. You look over towards Felix once you notice he’s pulling you towards a smaller alley, away from the large open road.

Felix had noticed your sudden change in demeanor. So he lead you to a, not so much enclosed area, but a smaller, more intimate alleyway.

You were so shocked by the sudden physical touch and movement, you didn’t move your hand away immediately. Though once you realized what had happened, you remove your hand from his.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you say apprehensively. Your breathing picks up again. Pushing your sunglasses to your head.

Felix copies you, also moving his glasses, “Hey, look at me” he speaks softly, looking directly into your eyes, waiting patiently for yours to meet his. “Y/N look at me”

You look up at him, his eyes kind, expression warm and caring. You were so close together, you could see the individual flecks of bronze that scattered across his face. His brows were relaxed and elegant.

“That’s it, just breathe” he whispers, holding out his hand for you, offering it now instead of taking it straight away. “Focus on my voice, it’s okay, you’re okay, we’re okay”

Your eyes stayed glued to his, but your brain was focused on your breathing. You take his hand without thinking any more about it, receiving a squeeze of encouragement from him. He was truly helping. He was good at this.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a baby about this” you sigh, your voice was still shaky, but calmer nonetheless.

“Don’t apologize, I’ve been there before and needed help calming down” he reassured you, “and a few of my members have been there also, I’m knowledgeable when it comes to calming others when they panic” his thumb rubs your hand gently. A smile gently appeared on his face. That smile.

You take your hand back. Too much physical contact. “Thank you Felix” Using the pads of your fingers, you dab under your eyes, wiping stray tears away. Looking down the other end of the alleyway, pulling your sunglasses back down over your eyes. “Let’s just get this day over with” 

“Okay then, let’s get you some caffeine” he smiles.

The convenience store was luckily very quiet, with only one other customer inside. You stay close by to Felix at all times. Following him to the ice cup chest, he opens it up for you. You grab the green-topped one and wait patiently for Felix to get his so you could grab the pouches together.

“Did you want one of the coffee ones?” he asks, walking with you to the rack.

“Please, the vanilla one if it’s there” you smile, watching as he crouches down to grab yours, looking up to you as he hands it to you, his eyes smiling more than his lips.

“Thankyou”

He nods, grabbing himself a pouch, but you didn’t catch what it was. You’ll ask him when you get out of the store.

“Just these please”

You place your cup and pouch beside Felix’s. Digging into your bag, grabbing your purse out to hand Felix some cash for your things. His hand coming to push yours back into your bag.

“Not, I got this”

You frown, but obey what he said, putting the cash back. Looking around the store as Felix pays, noticing the other person in the store standing a little way back, their phone out and pointing directly at the both of you. You quickly look back at Felix, tapping his arm gently.

“Someone taking a photo or something” you whisper, your eyes fixated on the store clerk, almost manifesting him to move faster. You see Felix turn to look at the person out of the corner of your eye. His arm coming around you, respectfully not touching you completely. Ushering you to the other side of him. He turned to face you more, smiling and thanking the clerk, taking the bag in one hand and his other hand opening the door for you.

“But what about the”

“We’ll do it on our way,” he says, walking with you.

The pair of you ended up deciding to go to the picnic area of Olympic Park. It was close by and just easier. The day had been fairly simple, though you didn’t find yourself talking too much, just listening to Felix. You could tell he was uncomfortable with walking so much about himself and the things he liked. But you appreciated he did it to make you feel more comfortable. The overall day was a whole lot better than you had anticipated.

-

28th of January 2023

Sorry I haven’t written in a while, but I need to tell you this,

“Hey stranger” Felix greeted you with his smile. He was waiting for you in the lounge like he had last week, only this time Chan hadn’t joined the two of you.

“Hey Felix” you greet him, you were being driven to have a picnic at the cheonggyecheon stream today. Sungho called you a couple of days after your ‘date’ last week. It wasn’t enough, it didn’t attract the attention they wanted. According to him, you had to be more touchy. Which you were, for obvious reasons, not comfortable with. But after a few hours on the phone with Felix, he had reassured you enough to become comfortable. You had both agreed to hold hands and a hug now and again throughout the picnic.

“You look nice” he adds, standing up to meet with you at the door. He a nice too, granted he was just wearing a pair of jeans and a white button-up, no doubt it was designer. He looked expensive. He smelt expensive too. Why were you smelling him?

You adjust your shoulders in a way to shrug off the thoughts, “You don’t look too bad yourself” You smile but it quickly fades in a panic that your compliment wasn’t nearly enough as he was. “I mean you look good too, like I was just-”

“I know what you mean” he chuckles, shaking his head, walking past you to open the door for you once again “Shall we?”

You nod walking out with him towards the exit. The driver waiting for you outside. Just like last week, you and Felix put your sunglasses down as soon as you exit, running straight into the car. Felix made sure to open the door for you before getting in himself on the other side, And sure enough, the picnic basket was inside on the middle seat. At least we didn’t have to pack it ourselves, you think to yourself.

The sun was hot by the time you got to the stream, it wasn’t completely packed, it was empty enough for you to feel comfortable to sit there and eat, but packed enough to make you hyper-aware of people looking. But you figured that was a good thing since people kind of need to see you with Felix. Once you were both out of the car and had found a spot to sit, Felix laid a small blanket near the edge, placing the basket down before holding your hand as you sat down, letting go briefly as he got down, but taking it back once he was sat.

“Is this okay?” he asks, lifting his hands. It was sweet that he wanted to check up on whether you were comfortable. You liked that he always made sure to do so.

“Yes, it’s okay” you smile, rather bashfully. A rose tint develops on your cheeks. Feeling the heat upon your cheeks, you look away. Leaving your hand in his as you use the other to open the basket.

“Oh Onigiri!” you exclaim, removing your hand from his excitedly to take the container out of the basket to show Felix. “I hope they put tuna inside..” you open the container and offer him one. He takes it with a thank you, you take one for yourself before putting the lid back, too hungry to look at the other things. You both collectively bow your heads before taking a bite, silently saying thank you for the meal.

“Oh wow, this is good, I think it is tuna, but I’m not sure” Felix looks at you, waiting to see what you thought. You were still eating though, covering your mouth as you chew a bit faster, nodding your head as a way to respond properly.

“I’m pretty sure it’s tuna teriyaki” you finally speak, looking over at Felix as he takes another bite, watching him intently. You found yourself smiling at how his eyes closed and eyebrows raised, appearing in pleasure. You were glad he was enjoying the food, it was the least he could enjoy since he was forced here.

But he did seemingly enjoy hanging out with you, whether it was forced or not. You smile awkwardly when he turns to look at you, catching your stare. He scoffs lightly, placing his Onigiri down on his knee. “You have some sauce on your chin”

Your eyes widen, and immediately bring your hand to wipe your face. Looking over at him to see if you had got it.

Felix looked at you, smiling with amusement. That damn smile.

He thought you looked so helpless, “may I?” he asked, lifting his hand to your face, showing he wanted to get it for you. You did not get it. You nod your head, allowing him to go ahead with it. Watching as his face got closer to yours, his thumb gently rubbing against your skin. Your breath hitched. You never in a million years thought you’d be this close to him, even with the current agreement going on. They never said you had to be this close. You would assume that was obvious though. Pretending to be together was one thing, but kissing was another. Why on earth were you thinking about kissing him? His face was pretty close to you, surely it was a default thought.

“All gone” he whispered, not moving his face away from yours. You watched as Felix brought his thumb to his mouth “We don't want to waste any.”

You pull away from him slightly, not sure what to make of the situation. But something in your stomach made you feel some sort of way, you just didn’t know how to explain it. You bite your bottom lip. Unsure of how to process everything. That one decision he had just made sparked a feeling inside of you that you never felt before.

You must have appeared confused, because Felix was looking at you, amused by your reaction. “Someone flustered” he laughed, leaning back to his original position. “I guess I could have just fed it to you right?”

You blink in shock, the sudden change in the way he was speaking to you, caused your stomach to do flips. “I, uh, what?”

He laughed again, you found yourself laughing with him. His laugh was contagious, it was beautiful too. He was beautiful.

“You’re so delightful” he reached for his Onigiri once more, taking a bite leaving you once again, flustered.

You decide to lie down, enjoying the sun as your mind races. Thinking about the last 5 minutes with Felix. The pit in your stomach still felt weak, weak for him. You hated the feeling. You felt safe with him and safely made you vulnerable.

After a few moments had passed, Felix spoke again “Open your mouth” he asked gently.

You begin to fight every urge in your body to not open your eyes and to just trust him. Take a deep breath, turn your face towards him, and open your mouth.

He pushes a strawberry in between your lips, holding it there, smiling to himself as he watches your lips fold around the strawberry. Pulling it away once your mouth closed around the bite you took. His heart began racing slightly, he wasn’t certain as to why. Perhaps it was just a normal feeling of pride that you trusted him.

You hum in the pleasure of the taste. Strawberries. Your favorite.

“Thank you” you whisper once you have finished your mouthful. Smiling up at him. His hair looked as though it was sparkling with the sun against it. Despite looking as though he flourished in the sunlight, his eyes looked tired. You felt sorry for him. He had been so busy over the past few days since the recent comeback. You wished you could help him relax more. But you didn’t have the slightest idea of how to do that.

You sit up, moving slightly closer to him, reaching for a strawberry. You were so glad the staff had packed strawberries, you eat them forever.

“Can you open your mouth for me?” you whisper. Leaning slightly closer to him.

His eyes widened now, clearly not expecting you to say anything like that at all, even if it was just a whisper. Nevertheless, he opened his mouth for you, keeping his eyes on yours, watching you, so intently, so passionately.

When he takes a bite of the strawberry, his eyes finally close, humming in pleasure just as you did “Beautiful aren’t they” he says once he finishes. Sighing to himself, as if he was contemplating what he was going to do or say next.

“You know, I think I could love you” That explains the sigh.

“What?” You reply, shocked at the words Felix had just spoken, you didn’t expect to hear anything like to fall from his lips, especially if they were meant for you.

“ y/n, I think I could” his voice was soft now, looking over at you from across the table, a small smile lingering. Your heart fluttered.

“You promise?” The only words you could mutter, a week ago you would have never seen it coming. You still don’t. Even if that didn’t make sense. You still couldn’t imagine him loving you. He was Felix, you were you.

“I promise”

-

1st of February 2023

I like him you know…

You jumped at the sound of your text tone. You rarely got messages, when you did, it was late at night when your parents would text to you help them set up their Skype so you could tell them about your very unseasoned week.

So a text at 11 am was not something you were expecting, barely out of the shower, still sitting on your bed, wrapped in your towel where you had been for the past 10 minutes, pondering over what you wanted to do today.

You grab at your phone, checking the text message.

“Dammit Chris” you groan, flopping into your back, scrunching your nose up at the feeling of your wet hair getting caught up in the towel. Shuffling around slightly to comfortable, before replying.

You didn’t know how to respond, he missed your face? You should have taken that as a compliment, maybe get a bit giddy over it, but it made you confused, unsure as to why he missed your face. You didn’t take photos often, you did not need to. You didn’t use social media much. But you were willing to send Felix a picture of you.

You turn onto your stomach, burying your chin slightly into the duvet cover, the waves of the sheets covered just over the tip of your nose. Taking a deep breath, you take the picture, sending it immediately before you could overthink it.

“What?!” you jump up from your bed, staring at your phone. Why the hell did he want to call you? But before you could even have a chance at thinking it through, Felix was calling you. Well, you had hoped so anyway. It still said unknown, you probably should have changed it.

You press to answer and put it on speaker before speaking “Hello?” you whisper, though no need to whisper, you lived alone.

“y/n hello, I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait for an answer, I missed you too much”

You take a deep breath, walking over to your dresser, placing your phone down on top.

“Well, I was going to say yes, but ideally I was going to get dressed beforehand” you sigh, getting some underwear, sweatpants, and a tank top.

“Why would you need to get dressed?” Felix questioned, causing you to frown.

“Just, well, I don’t know, so I’m not talking to you in my towel?”

“It’s not like I can see you”

“Yes I know that”

“Do you though?”

You pause, halfway pulling your sweats on, “Felix?”

“Yes, y/n”

“Have you put a camera in my apartment?”

That caused him to let out the most tasteful laugh, the kind of laugh where you could imagine the smile. His smile.

“I promise, I haven’t”

“Mhm,” you tease back, taking your phone with you, as you left the bedroom, and heading into the kitchen. “No schedule today?” you ask, placing your phone down on the counter.

“Nope, just rehearsal” he replied, “did you like the photo I sent you earlier?” he asked, you could hear tapping in the background, probably something to do with his keys or the lube, or whatever.

“Yeah, you looked good,” you tell him, a smile lingering on your lips as you think about the photo in question. He always looked good, but you usually saw him with makeup on, so a bare face was a rare occasion. “Did you like mine?”

“You looked beautiful, always do”

You pause as you reach for the knife in the drawer, smiling to yourself, he made you feel so… comfortable, you were less anxious when you were talking to him, or around him. “Now I feel like my compliment for you wasn’t enough” you pout, continuing with getting the knife out to cut your bread. Perhaps you could invite him over.

“Hey, Felix?” You question, placing the knife down and gripping the side of the counter, preparing yourself to ask him the next question.

“Yes Y/N?”

You take a deep breath, “Did you want to come over?”

“Does someone miss me as much as I miss them?” He teases, you liked it when he teased. “Sure, give me your address, I’ll come on over after I sort out these keys”

You smile to yourself excitedly, putting the bread and knife back, you could order food when Felix gets here. You tell him your address you hear the pen scratch against the paper as he writes it down. You both say your goodbyes. Sighing when you hang up.

You begin doing something you’d never thought you’d do, dancing from excitement. You were so incredibly excited about seeing him in your place. It was your safe place, and he had become a second safe place.

“Hey you,” you say as you answer the door, Felix beaming down to you as he walks inside. Opening his arms for you once you shut the door.

“Hey,” he finally says as you enclose yourself in his arms, embracing him and all he was. You hum softly against his chest, taking in the smell of his aftershave, it smelt amazing. He always smelt amazing.

“I thought we could order in some food” he smiles, pulling away to show you the bag he was carrying “-and maybe bake some brownies for desert”

“Felix I had stuff here we could have used for baking” you sigh, motioning him to follow you to the kitchen. “But that sounds good, maybe a movie?”

He nods as you show him where to place the item he brought over. You watch him intently, the veins in his hands protruding ever so slightly as he lifts the rather large bag of flour into the cabinet.

“What are you looking at?” He looked over at you, a small smirk playing on his full lips, his hair sticking to his forehead slightly from the light sweat from being out in the heat.

You gulp, shaking your head, “Oh nothing, I was just watching you”

He hummed, walking over to you slowly, Cornering you against the kitchen surface. His hands were on either side of you, but he was careful not to touch you. You looked up at him, his breath hot against your face. “Just watching me?”

“Yeah?” You whisper, your heart pounding faster as the interaction goes on. You desperately wanted something to happen, anything. Perhaps his hands would wrap around your waist, his fingers could trace faint and delicate shapes along your stomach.

 Your chest began to rise and fall heavily as his face inched closer to yours, his fingers tilting up your chin as he-

“Hey, Earth to Y/N” Felix waved his hand in front of your face.

You Internally scold yourself for even thinking such things. How could you think this way about anyone, let alone Felix, you were friends, he did see you as a friend right?

You had fantasies of being touched by him, kissed by him. Daydreams of the way his hands could caress your fragile body, how they would brush across your soft skin, and how they would relieve the shivering feeling you felt deep inside. You were soon taken away as vivid thoughts flooded your head.

“Sorry I was just, away”

“Away with the fairies?” Felix questioned, raising his eyebrow at you as the pair of you made your way to the lounge area of your apartment. “Now that you're back with me, shall we order some food?” He flops down into your couch, patting the spot beside him, “what do you fancy?”

You.

“I’d kill for a burger” you respond properly, sitting beside him, crossing your legs up on the couch to get comfortable.

The pair of you browse Felix’s phone, hunting down the right combination of food that you’d be satisfied with. And after several minutes of looking, the food had been ordered and it was quiet once more.

“So, y/n, are you enjoying your new job?”

You look up to Felix, scoffing playfully, “Oh yeah, though my Co-worker is a bit of work, he’s pretty annoying”

He seemed to enjoy the teasing. He loved that you were having fun, whether it be at his expense or not, he just enjoyed seeing you smile. He lifted his hand to push back his hair before looking at you with the sweetest eyes. “Hey, you should probably tell someone then, you don’t want the bad relationship to ruin your love for the job”

You roll your eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully, causing him to retort with a playful expression, his hand on his shoulder acting in pain, “damn, you pack a punch!”

“Was that a cod reference?”

“You know cod?”

You raise your eyebrow, “You’re kidding right? It was one of the best games for years, it’s my guilty pleasure” you tell him, leaning forward to grab a grape from the coffee table, popping it into your mouth.

Felix’s tongue pokes into his cheek as he watched you his phone letting off a text ping, “I think you are my soulmate”

“Oh shut up you”  you laugh, taking the chance to move closer to him when he looks down at his phone. Peering over his shoulder to peek at his phone, seeing messages from Chris.

“Chris should've come over too” you whisper, making it known you had seen the texts. Causing him to turn his face to look at you, making the gap between your faces, a couple inches now at most.

“No,” he says, his eyes taking in your facial features, falling to become stuck on your lips. “I wanted you to myself” he adds, looking back up to your eyes, smiling softly at your gulping reaction. He thought it was adorable, he thought you were adorable.

So adorable that he felt his

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“You're so beautiful,” he says softly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing delicate circles as he hummed.

You felt frozen in place right now, your heart pounding, was this about to happen? His face closed in on yours, both of your eyes falling to close as your lips began to-

Knock knock.

You pull back, staring at Felix for a moment before taking a deep breath, seconds ago you were so close to kissing him and now you were pushing yourself up from the couch.

“Saved by the Bell”

-

12th of February 2023

Hey,

“Y/N!! Your back!” Chris greeted you, opening his arms up for you.

Your smile, engulfed yourself in Chris’ hug, smiling as you felt him rub your back comfortingly.

You had taken the last week off from work, you requested an emergency holiday and luckily they rewarded it. You needed time to think. After the sudden lunch date with Felix at your apartment, you needed time to figure shit out. You had almost kissed, did that mean there were mutual feelings? Possibly? Who knows. But you knew that you needed to think. The Saturday after, Felix messaged you asking where you were, you didn’t reply, and you hadn’t replied to any of his messages. You needed time to think, and anything remotely Felix flavored, caused you to not think.

“Come, we’re having dance practice right now, but I’m sure the others will be glad to see you” Chris suggested, directing you towards the studio.

“Felix…what about Felix” you speak quietly, you didn’t know if you were completely ready to see him. Or if he wanted to see you.

“Oh, he’s missed you more than the 7 of us combined!” He turns to look at you before opening the door. You could hear the stomping of feet through the closed door. Knowing one of those belonged to Felix had brought everything back. “Come on y/n, I’m with you” Chris reassured you, opening the door without giving you another chance to protest.

“Look who’s back!” Chris exclaimed,

The guys greeted you one by one, with six hello’s and a nod. The nod belongs to Felix. At least the awkwardness waited until the rest of them said hello.

“Felix” you start softly, walking up towards him, “I, I’m sorry-”

“Woah woah, okay how about we all go get some more water?” You hear Chris suggest, the others nod or grunt, and soon you and Felix were alone.

“You're sorry?” Felix asks once he was in the clear, raising his brow at you before walking closer. “I messaged you multiple times a day without fail since the last time I had seen you”

He was upset.

“We almost kissed, I poured my heart out to you in those texts as soon as I left your apartment, and you read every single one, and ghosted me” his voice cracked.

“Felix…please” your eyes began to sting, the lump in your throat threatening to come out. You didn’t realize how much this had affected him.

“I wrote a fucking song for you Y/N” His voice raised now, he was upset, but he was more importantly angry. And you understood why. “A fucking song, I was going to. I was going to sing it to you, to tell you how I felt, but you left, you, the person who’s scared of their reflection in a window, left the city” he turned away from you, his hands messed with his hair,  “I wanted to tell you I loved you!”

You look up at him, his sad eyes penetrating your very soul, “loved?” You whisper, “Felix I was scared!”

“Then you fucking tell me!” He snapped, “You don’t fucking run off, you don’t run away from me, you talk to me!” In the time you’d known him, he had never been this angry in front of you. You had heard of his outbursts from Chris, but having that outburst be caused because of you, was a whole different experience.

“You’re scaring me, Felix”

Those four words stopped his world, he felt as though his heart had been torn from his chest. He stopped and just looked at you, his eyes saddened, his bottom lip quivering ever so slightly. “I didn’t, I didn’t mean to”

He inches closer to you, pulling you desperately into his arms, where the both of you, immediately broke down on impact. Both of your cries filled the room. He loved you, and you loved him, it wasn’t going to be an easygoing relationship, it wasn’t the most convenient and it certainly wasn’t going to be practical. But you loved each other. Unfortunately, it took you both hurting each other to admit it.

“I love you too” you whisper against his chest.

He pulled away gently, looking down at you with such sad but loving eyes. You look right back at him, sniffling slightly as you take in his gaze, he was perfect, truly, utterly beautiful. Over the last few seconds, your faces had gotten so close together. You could practically feel the atoms of his lips tickling your own.

“Felix..” you whisper,

Just as quickly as your hands laced with his, he kissed you. You responded with such enthusiasm that he was taken aback at first, but regained his composure and reminded himself of what was happening; he was kissing you, you were kissing him, and everything around you was now meaningless.

Nothing could have possibly meant more than them, nothing could have more beauty than this moment: your small hands pressed into his, the way your eyes fluttered to a close. You fit into him like a glove, her kiss like the beating of a butterfly’s wings, soft until it became addictive.

And you were falling fast, craving his scent and the feeling of him so close to you, unsure where he ended and you began. You had never been more grateful to have life until now. You would have rather walked into hell again and again than lose this: his entrancing eyes, his captivating smile against your lips, his laugh,

But your stupid, stupid lungs had to find air, and you were forced to separate from him with the feeling of gravity being torn out of your core. Somehow, you had been moved up onto a ledge, sitting high above him and disconnecting your hands from his (with another pitiful drop in his stomach) so you could run them through his disheveled hair, and he closed his eyes at your touch.

You looked up at him with such an inviting warmth that you wanted to kiss him again, but it would have come off as obsessive. When he was non-respondent, you pulled away. He took a step back, heat rising to his face. “Sorry — Shouldn’t have done that.”

“What are you talking about?” You said softly, watching him. “That was... it was fine.”

“F- fine?” His voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat, laughing a little before you made the move to kiss him again: he had become addicted, and you knew it, but this was short and sweet now.

God, he had forgotten how much he loved you.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Felix jumps away from you, you jump down from the ledge of the countertop. Gulping hard when your eyes connect with the manager standing in the doorway.

“Y/N, my office, now,” he says calmly before exiting the room.

You would have preferred him to shout.

-

You had been fired. Effective immediately. The conditions of your termination? No contact with the members of the stray kids, especially Felix. Ideally, the company would like you to leave the country, but they didn’t hold that jurisdiction.

You look around your office sadly, licking your lip gently, still tasting Felix on your tongue. Placing the last photo frame from your desk into your box, you pick it up and head to the door.

You wanted to desperately see Felix before you left, but you signed the waiver. You could be fined. Thousands. You didn’t have that kind of money to risk it. As you walk down the elevator, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with sadness. Not knowing what to do at all.

When the doors open you step into the elevator, choking back tears as the door started to close.

“Wait!!”

A hand blocked the door as it almost closed, the door opening once again, standing in front of you with a relieved expression, was Felix. He gets in and hurriedly presses the button to close the doors.

“They fired me” you finally say, refusing to look him in the eyes, “I can’t talk to you”

“We’re in an elevator together, what are they going to do?”

“Felix, I’m sorry”

“No” he warned, “don't you dare apologize” he took the box from your hands and placed it down on the floor, taking your hands in his, his eyes sad “They can’t stop us loving each other y/n”

“They can.. they have” you sob, trying your absolute hardest to not look him in his eyes, but you couldn’t tear yours away from his.

He sighed, “Then I can’t love you right now” his soft hand comes into contact with your cheek like it had done very few times before. But this time it felt different. Even though he said it was the wrong time, this made it clear it was definitive. This would be the last time you’d feel his hand cupping your cheek, the last time you’d stare into his perfect eyes, the last time you’d see his smile in person.

“I will promise to continue to love you, and when it’s our time, I will love you unconditionally” His face leans down, his lips pressing against yours with such love, attention, and warmth. A tear escapes down your cheek as you kiss him back without hesitation.

And it was the last time you’d feel his lips on yours.

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A/N

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Omgg hiiiii thank you for the follow, lovely!! I’d love to be moots on here you seem cool 🫶🫰 I’m excited to read more of your stuff 🥺

Also if you’re requests are still open just imaaaagine a jealous fucking with hyunjin (or jeongin tbh I can see it ngl like idk why I can just in-vision him being the type to pin his partner down too sksksjdh) 🫣 like possessive or breeding WHEW I need a cold shower

Jealousy

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Hyunjin x female reader

“OH SHII-” You screamed as you were accidentally pushed by Bangchan when Changbin playfully punched him. “Fuck!” Bangchan jumped in the pool knowing you don’t know how to swim, wrapping his arms around your waist, Bangchan rouse you as much as he could until he reached the edge of the pool.

Laying you on the floor, Bangchan patted your back as you coughed out water from your mouth “bring a towel” Bangchan signaled to Felix, standing up Felix ran inside the hotel to grab a towel. “Why in a rush?” Hyunjin got out of the bathroom as he saw Felix about to run out the hotel room with a towel “y/n fell in the pool but she’s fine now don’t worry”

“Oh my god thanks Chan, I could’ve died” you laughed while hugging Bangchan, you felt a towel on your lap as you looked up and Felix smiled at you “glad you’re okay” Bangchan pulled away and stuck his hand out to lift you up. Then before you could grab his hand, Hyunjin replaced Bangchans hand. Bangchan looked over to Hyunjin “I’ll take her inside to cool off a bit” that tone… he always uses that tone when…

“Can’t get enough of Bangchan can you?” Hyunjin threw you on the bed, running his hand through his hair as he locked the door behind him. “I was drowning, plus it was a hug of gratitude” you turned so you’d be laying on your stomach, grabbing your hair so it wouldn’t wet the bed. As you pushed yourself up to get out of bed you felt Hyunjins hands cress on your back slowly separating to lay on both sides of your waist. You stop as Hyunjin pulled down the bottoms of your bikini “what are you do-”

As your bikini rests between your thighs, Hyunjin inserts his middle and ring finger inside of you “gratitude? Not what it looked like to me” grabbing and pulling the sheets under you, you buried your face on the bed trying not to give in on the pleasure between your legs caused by Hyunjins fingers that were curling inside of you every time they pumped inside of you. “We did n-nothing, he was just trying to help” you stuttered as you plead.

Not noticing when Hyunjin slipped his shorts down to his knees, you felt his cock as he rubbed on top of your ass, pressing his thumbs on his cock to apply pleasure on himself. “Hyunjin please, it wasn’t what I-” cut off by Hyunjin grabbing and bringing your hands behind your back as he pushed them to bring your head down on the bed. Placing himself on your entrance “I just can’t leave you alone can I” was all he said as he entered your pussy “you’re mine y/n” he ran circles over your ass as he got a grip of you and started thrusting, not letting you adjust to his member.

You turned your head from side to side “oh g- please Hyunjin” closing your eyes from pleasure, not really knowing how to control your emotions. “What was that?” Hyunjin sped up making the sound of each thrust the only thing that kept ringing inside your head. “Hyunjin I can’t- please I’m gonna-” that only made Hyunjin more lustful as he thrusted even deeper and harder inside of you, without Hyunjin pulled out before you could cum and let go of your arms.

Panting you laid there trying to catch your breath “go ask Bangchan to finish” he said as he pulled his shorts on and walked out of the room leaving you with an unfinished orgasm “that fucking bitch” you said rolling your eyes completely annoyed at his audacity.

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Jeongin x female reader

“You know it wasn’t like that” you turn away from Jeongin as you took off your shirt and pants to change into your pajamas, leaning down to open the bottom drawer you felt a hand on your waist. Looking over you feel Jeongin pulling you back, grabbing your hands in the process as he pushed you onto wall. Both your hands now above of your head, pinned to the wall, Jeongin s other hand touching your cheek as he pulls you into a soft kiss.

“I gotta change, lee know needs the control for the Xbox remember?” A sigh of frustration leaves Jeongin as he looks down, a sudden change of mood in the air overpowers Jeongin as he locks eyes with you.

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Now pinned down on the edge of the little chair that’s in the corner of the room, your back on the seat as your legs were on top of his shoulders as your ass dangled in the air with no support. “Lee know this, Lee know that, why can’t you stop talking about him every time you’re with me?” He squeezes your hands with his left hand as the right one moves your underwear from your entrance, using one finger to run circles on your clit. You squirm in place as Jeongin keeps holding you in place.

Hearing a knock on the door of the room, you look down at Jeongin with pleading eyes to let you go. “y/n, ready to play? I brought the game Felix wanted us to play. Don’t know if we’ll beat his score but Jeongin said it’ll be easy” the door knob started twisting “well be right out” Jeongin started fingering you at a high speed without any warning.

Your head hung as you felt pleasure between your legs, your legs closing bringing him closer since your legs were wrapped around his neck. “Wait ple- ughh” you threw your head back as Jeongin sped up. “Lee know can’t make you feel this good can he” Jeongin leaned, placing kisses on your inner thigh, slowly closing the gap between you and him. You lifter your hips to speed up the process.

Then Jeongin let go of your hands as he took one lick on your heat slowly, got up letting your legs hit the floor suddenly. You look over at him thinking he’ll start fucking you right then and there. Instead you were greeted with a smirk on his face as he licked his fingers while looking down at you. Turned around and grabbed a towel that was on the bed and threw it over you to cover you as he walked out of the room. “What the fuck…” you said as you got dressed.