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sona-verse01 · 1 year
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StrayKids
Sending them pick-up lines
Pairing: BFF!Skz x reader
Genre: Fluff, smau
My bias: Lee know, Chan
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stayteezdreams · 11 months
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Headcanons: First Dates (Hyung Line)
Headcanons: First dates with the members of Stray Kids
Pairing: Stray Kids Hyung Line x Gn!Reader
(Maknae Line)
Warnings: Nothing :)
A/N: Since I'm new to writing for SKZ, reblogs would be appreciated :)
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Chris (Day in the park)
Chris would have thought about everything he could do on a first date.
Dinner and a movie? No, too boring. Arcade? To crowded. Bowling? Not romantic enough.
After becoming too over whelmed, he couldn't make up his mind, so he just decided to go with the flow. Whatever happened, happened.
So he picked you up and the two of you walked through the park together.
Finding an abandoned frisbee, you ended up playing a game for a while, making small bets and competition out of it.
The loser was supposed to buy ice cream, but, after you lost, Chris got to the ice cream truck first and bought the ice cream before you could.
You sat on a bench, talking and laughing together as you ate your ice cream.
You ended up at a small market and wandered around for a while.
There was a man who had bunnies, and the two of you sat and played with them for a while. You'd often catch Chris watching you with an adoring grin.
After some time, you stopped at a cute little restaurant and got some coffee/tea and food.
Neither of you ran out of things to talk about, always having great conversation.
When you left the restaurant, neither of you wanted to part ways, so you went back to the park.
You sat in the grass and continued to talk until it started to get dark.
Chris was worried you'd have thought the date was so boring since you didn't do anything special.
But you really enjoyed it, glad that you didn't do something that would make it hard for you to talk to one another.
When you finally parted ways, he asked you nervously if you wanted to go on another date.
To which you said of course.
Gaining some courage before you parted ways, you kissed him on the cheek before saying a hurried goodbye.
Chris was left with red cheeks and a grin as he watched you walk away.
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Lee Know (Picnic)
Lee Know cooked up a bunch of food for the two of you, packing it all in a cute basket.
He wouldn't tell you where you were going as you wandered through a park.
Finally stopping at a more secluded area under some trees, you sat down.
Lee Know rolled out a blanket and you watched as he set out various foods and drinks for the two of you.
He came across confident and proud, but really he was nervous that you wouldn't enjoy it.
But when he finally met your eyes and saw the grin on your face, he felt relieved.
"These are my favorite!" You'd said as you looked at some of the food.
Lee know smiled sheepishly "I know."
Your heart would be fluttering at the idea that he prepared your favorites on purpose.
He had also brought a bunch of little cakes for desert, that you shared.
At first he would be on the other side of the blanket as you, but as the date went on he slowly got closer.
Until eventually your legs were pressed together as you were talking in depth, laughing and enjoying each others company.
It felt like you too had been together for ages, there was no discomfort or awkwardness between you.
At one point as you talked, you felt his hand gently start caressing yours. You could tell he didn't realize he was doing at first, because when he did notice, his eyes went a little wide as he cleared his throat, taking his hand away.
You parted ways with a promise that you'd plan the next date. To which Lee Know was very, very excited about.
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Changbin (Arcade and Late-night food)
Changbin is all for fun dates.
So he brought you to an arcade.
The two of you played every game available, often having friendly competitions each time.
If Changbin won he'd do a little dance and tease you.
If you won, he'd pout and say he let you win (he didn't)
You won each other toys in the claw machines.
He won you a cow, you won him a panda. You named them after each other accordingly.
Once you had managed to play every game, having not really noticed how much time had passed, you both realized you were starving.
Changbin's took you to one of his favorite food spots, where you had never gone before.
He bought all of his favorites, wanting you to try them (he even tried to feed you multiple times)
Changbin insisted on walking you home, and as you got closer, you slowly started walking slower, neither of you wanting the date to be over.
When you did reach your house however, you parted ways with shy smiles. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before going inside.
You don't tell him until a few dates later that you totally saw him dance and hop around in joy once you had gotten inside.
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Hyunjin (Museum and Painting Class)
It wasn't really a surprise that Hyunjin took you to a museum on your first date.
He really just wanted to show you a new exhibit that he really thought you'd like.
You really enjoyed it, and relished in the times you two stood beside each other, arms brushed together as you looked at the art.
There were a couple times you felt his hand brush yours, and you thought he might take it, but he got too nervous each time and didn't.
Sometimes as you admired a piece, you would feel his eyes slowly drift over to you as he watched you. You'd pretend like you didn't notice, as you hoped there was no visibly flush on your face.
One time, you did look over and meet his eyes, and you saw shock cross his as he felt embarrassment at being caught staring.
But as you grinned cutely at him, he smiled and giggled under his breath before sheepishly looking away.
After about an hour Hyunjin whisked you out of the museum, telling you he had booked something for the two of you to do.
Showing up to an unfamiliar place, you found that he had booked you two in a painting class.
You had never done anything like this before so you were nervous, yet excited.
Hyunjin would often compliment you on your painting, encouraging you and telling you you were doing great.
He'd make you laugh every time he messed up, letting out a dramatic gasp.
If you messed up, he'd help you fix your mistakes, standing up behind you, leaning into your shoulder and helping you. (He totally did this on purpose because he wanted to make you nervous)
Even if your painting didn't come out great, Hyunjin insisted on keeping it, and he definitely set it up in his room beside his.
You ended up going on a few more painting dates in the future as well, and made museum trips a regular thing.
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somemydayy · 1 year
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this is what sadness feels like
“I truly do hope you find someone, who can give their all to you. Sadly I don’t think I’m the one who can, so this is goodbye, (Y/n).”
She stood there, watching his back as he walked further away. Now, it was just her alone, heartbroken and solemn, sitting on that very bench in the park they first met. Where they first confessed their feelings to each other. Where they shared their first kiss. Where they both spoke of their dreams, and aspirations for the future, together. It was there she broke down at the sudden realization, she couldn’t, wouldn’t, ever be able to come back here with him, again. That she would never get the opportunity to tell him she loved him, ever again.
And now, it only seemed to remind her of everything all at once, but still the tears refused to surface. She dared not let them out. For she feared if she did, she would not be able to stop them from overflowing, from drowning herself in them. So she decided to run, she ran until her chest thrashed harshly, until her eyes blurred with tears that refused to fall, until she could no longer hold the pain in; she held within her shattering heart. And the dam broke, and drenched out into waves that threatened to drown her, swallow her up whole.
Unexpectedly along the way did she slip, and plant into the harsh asphalt of the road. Even if bruised and battered, did she hastily rush to get back up, again. She resolved herself in order to continued on. With a soft line placed against her lips, did she try to pick herself back up, again. When suddenly a sharp piercing forced her to wince in pain; as she looked down, she took notice of the bruises and bloody wounds surrounding her extremities of her limbs. It was then that she almost lost all hope, that is until she saw a hand reached out towards her, and a familiar voice asking:
“Hey, friend, do you need a hand?”
As if broken from her trance, she looked up as a throat clearing ripples out in the cold afternoon breeze. A tall figure stood in front of her, splash of warmth framing his features, captivated her soul whole. Her eyes filled with warmth as she looked back at a pair of bright hues but she was momentarily blinded by the pools trickling down her cheeks in streams. Her breath quivered at the touch of his fingertips gently whipping away her tears. She couldn’t help, but hear it, and wonder if he heard it too. The sound of her heart breaking in two.
Uliminated by the flickering street lights, he catches a glimpse of her current state. His heart squeezes tight as he recalls the ringing of his phone at such ungodly hours of the night, how pain-stricken the voice on other side of the phone line had sounded. The desperation laced in her voice. The frantic plead for him to come, to her rescue. He saw it all now. He put together all the missing pieces of the puzzle. Stained cheeks. Frantic breathing. Bloodshot eyes. Blood trickling down her knees. Her ankle was bruised, her knees were battered in scraps and cuts. She was hurt, and his heart sank deeper into the pit of his stomach, at the realization of why.
Her face was tear-stained, and red from the harsh air, but the warmth emanating from his palm was comforting, and soothing. She soon found the strength to stand with his help. With a swift movement he took off his jacket, and gently placed it atop her head; he couldn’t help but stare at her, tear stained cheeks, quivering lips, and blotchy eyes were enough for him to reach out and take her into within his embrace.
She soon welcomed the warmth that was his embrace, it engulfed her, and she buried herself further within the safety of his arms.
“(Y/n). I’m here, I’m right here.”
Her eyes filled with warmth once again as she looked back at a pair of familiar bright colored hues. She was momentarily blinded by the pools streaming down the mounds of her cheeks once, again. Then a quiver of a smile coated her delicate features, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, just yet.
“He broke up with me.” The harsh breeze pained her nose and cheeks a red flush, as her eyes were downcasted.
“What did I do? I must have done something for him to leave.” Her words were rushed, and sluggish; the cold was harsh against her chafed lips. A few scabs lingered on her lips, broken and bleeding just like the current state of her heart. She was hurt and swallowed up in her own pain, but she decided to smile through the pain. She noted she did that more often, when she was trying to not have him worry.
“Tell me, what did I do wrong?” The cold air engulfing her lungs was harsh and piercing. With a heavy tug of her trembling hands, grasped harshly against his collared shirt.
Even he knew, how much you loved them. Always making sure to clear your schedule just to go on a date, picking up extra shifts at work just to afford that pricey present for their birthday, doing the absolute most to have the best impression on his family, always putting aside your own wants, and feelings just to make sure they were happy instead; always making sure they were your first priority. And that was what he hated, he hated how you always seemed to lose yourself when it came to your relationships. You put aside your own feelings just for someone else.
“(Y/n) just cry. Let it all out.” She soon loosen her hold on him, and fully grasped the notion of his words. That when she tightened the grip she had on his shirt, while begging her heart to stop hurting so damn much.
“It hurts, it hurts. I feel like my heart was ripped out of my chest. It hurts so much, I don’t know what to do.” The cold air engulfing her lungs was harsh and piercing with a heavy tug of his hands, did he clasp harshly against her smaller ones, and pulled her further into his embrace.
Even if he knew it hurt, he had not the heart to loosen his hold on you, for he feared you would shatter into pieces if he let you go. So he did what he did best, he held you in his arms and told you everything was going to be alright; even though his own heart was breaking into pieces trying to make yours whole again.
“It's alright. Everything’s alright, I'm here now."
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skzdarlings · 1 month
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lady-like ; skz ; chan x reader
original ask: requested by anonymous: ❛ i'd say you need someone to put you in your place. ❜ W CHAN I BEG OF YOU + original ask: requested by anonymous: “You want gentle? Wrong fucking address”+ Chan <3
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pairing: bang chan/reader content info: enemies to lovers, established lovers. criminal!chan, masked!chan. dom!chan, sub!reader (background mentions of switching). choking, floor sex, rough sex, dirty talk. brief mention of some sexism in the workplace. word count: 2050 words.
masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.
enjoy!
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It is the middle of the night and you are patrolling the art gallery yourself.  You do not trust your colleagues or the security team tonight.  No one believes there is any way to track the SKZ gang but you have found an undoubted pattern.  That motley band of thieves have struck this gallery more than once, making off with paintings and artifacts alike, but tonight you will catch them.
Tonight you will catch him.   
Your thought conjures him like a devil.  You turn a corner and a gloved hand escapes the shadows, covering your mouth.  You are yanked backwards, right into his chest, your back to his front. 
You feel a moment of satisfaction because ha, you were right.  No one believed you but you knew SKZ would strike tonight. 
Then you are furious because those rotten thugs are probably making off with a priceless artifact while their leader holds you hostage. 
“Hey there,” Bang Chan says in that too-friendly drawl.  “How’s my favourite girl tonight?”
You try biting his hand but the leather of his glove is quite thick.  Probably on purpose.  You have left more than one bite mark on him in past encounters.   
“Ah-nah-nah,” he says, steadying you when you wriggle. “Stop that.  We both know how this ends.  Let’s play nice this time instead, yeah?” 
You answer by stomping on his foot and throwing your head back.  The smack surprises him and he stumbles, giving you an opportunity to turn and brace yourself in a more defensible stance.  You face him, hands up, adrenaline thundering through your body. 
Chan is wearing all black, including a beanie and mask.  He removes the hat, revealing hair just as black, but keeps the mask while rubbing his jaw.  The half-hidden face somehow makes the dark intensity of his eyes look even more severe. 
You and Chan have a played a long game of cat-and-mouse.  You are so used to his teasing that you almost forget he is dangerously competent man.  A criminal.  A criminal you despise.   A criminal who is undoubtedly grinning at you under that mask, given the way his eyes crinkle with mirth.  It should not make your heart race. 
“Ouch,” he says.  He takes a step towards you, inching out of the shadows.  “You’ve been training.  Impressive.” 
“Not like I had a choice,” you snap. “Some no good criminal keeps attacking my art gallery.” 
“Criminal, yeah,” Chan says.  “But no good?  Really?”  He flicks a hand your way, not so much striking as testing your reflexes.  You bat it successfully and his eyebrows lift, showing he is moderately impressed.  
“You’re a dirty thief,” you say, taking a swing of your own.  Yours is much more deliberate, swinging at his head, but he dodges just as easily. 
You scamper backwards, his booted steps following swiftly.  You keep your hands up in defense.  He is still smirking under that mask. 
“Thief, yeah,” he continues to tease.  “But dirty?  Well… I suppose you’d know…” 
Heat pulses under your skin. 
This cat-and-mouse game has crossed many lines.  You cannot even remember how it first happened.  It feels like Bang Chan has always been in the shadows, stealing paintings and kisses alike.  One moment you were snarking at the infuriating cat burglar, then your hands were in his hair and his mouth was on yours. 
Sometimes he wins, distracting you or holding you, giving his team time to make off with something.  Sometimes you win, trapping him or his men and only letting them go if they relinquish their prize.  Weirdly, Chan seems to like it when you outsmart him.  It quite literally puts him on his knees.
Flustered, your next swing is more emotional than strategic.  He catches your arm and spins you again, trapping you against his body.  You grunt and struggle in his arms. 
“That’s not very polite, you know,” he says.  “I thought you said you were a lady.”
Yes, you have made such an insistence in the past, reminding him you are a lady of class, an educated woman, an intelligent academic.  He did not argue.  He did pin you to the wall and choke you in that infuriatingly delicious way, the way that gets you coming all over his hand in a second.   That’s it, he said, with a hand around your throat and another under your skirt.  Tell me what a lady you are.  Letting a criminal like me make you come.  Tsk, what would your co-workers say? 
You stamp the memory down because it is getting you hot.   He is holding you differently than before, so you cannot swing your head back again.  You writhe uselessly. 
“I didn’t just say I was a lady,” you snap.  “I am a lady.  I am a respected professional, unlike you—”
“I’m respected and professional, thank you,” he says, his tone still bright like he is having fun. 
It is fun. You hate to admit it, but it is.  Before he started breaking into your galleries, every day was the same.  Your life was such a monotony and you dread returning to it. There is a reason you never call the authorities on him.  There would be no triumph in that demise. You would lament his absence and forever feel like business went unfinished. 
You are satisfied when you can face this dangerous man and win, when you can push him on his back and put him in his place, when all that danger and power and skill surrenders to you and you alone.  Because Bang Chan has a notorious reputation for a lot of things, but fraternizing with civilians is not one of them.   
Except you. 
Except right now. 
“You know what I say, little miss lady?” he asks.
He gives you no time to answer.  Your breath catches when he circles that gloved hand around your throat and squeezes.  It softens every part of you immediately, like a kitten grabbed by the scruff, instinctively and animalistically submissive in the claws of something powerful. 
You whimper, your knees going weak.  You know you are wet.  You know he knows. 
He pulls you against him.  You can feel every hard plane of his body, his bulky body armour, his weapons.  You feel either a buckle or his bulge against your body, but either way it is irrevocably suggestive.   When you wriggle, he squeezes your throat, and you go pliant again. 
“I’d say,” he whispers, “you need someone to put you in your place.”   
Oh, he has talked about your place many times before.  It’s with me, he will insist, fucking you within an inch of your life, making you come again and again, putting you on your knees and bringing out all the hidden dark and dirty parts of yourself.  Come on, he will say, we’re perfect for each other, yeah? You know it.  Join my team.  Come with me. 
You do admit, he respects your keen eye and talent, and he acknowledges your expertise far more than the other people at your gallery.  It took a year to even be allowed to do substantial tasks, relegated to fetching everyone’s coffee, getting spoken down to because you were a woman whose ambition was considered a nuisance. 
That is not enough to resort to a criminal life.  Surely? 
But for a moment, you can imagine giving into the darkness permanently.  Tonight, it is you that surrenders as he drags you both into the shadows and onto the floor.  He takes off his jacket and lays it out, pushing you down face-first onto it.  You take a dizzying gulp of air while his hands are occupied, removing his gloves, unbuckling his utility belt.   
You wait for the moment he lifts your skirt.  His breath catches when he realizes you are not wearing anything underneath.
You yelp because he smacks your ass.  You look back at him with as much fury as you can muster in your haze of lust. 
“A lady,” he says, grabbing your hips and tugging you back.  “Sure.” 
“I am,” you say, but your voice is rough, your breathing heavy just from his bare fingers gliding down your wet pussy, the evidence of your desire betraying your claims of propriety. 
“Sure, baby girl,” he says, because he knows it annoys you even while it makes you clench.  He can see the evidence of that too, swearing as he looks at you, making you feel even more exposed and flustered.   “You’re made for me, you know that, sweetheart?  Always feel so good on my dick.  God.” 
“You’re taking your time tonight,” you say dryly.  “Getting sentimental?  Turning into the slow and gentle type?” 
He laughs.  Then he grabs you by the neck, pinning you to the floor as he sidles up behind you.  The head of his cock presses at your entrance, wet with anticipation. 
“You want gentle?” he asks.  He is inside you with one deep thrust.  “Wrong fucking address.”
The truth is, even when rough, he is careful.  Your face never leaves his jacket and he knows where to squeeze and hit and press properly.   Bizarrely, ridiculously, you are safe in this criminal’s dangerous hands.   The biggest threat they pose are just how skilled and deft they are, making you forget about all of those details as he manhandles you and fucks your worries away. 
He wraps a hand around your throat and lifts you.  He is still in his mask, still almost entirely clothed except his undone fly.  Your skirt is up, your shirt in disarray, your chest and throat exposed to his hands.  You can hear him panting into his mask, your own breath as wild until he steals it.  You clench around him, making a weak, ragged sound as he chokes you and pounds into you. 
“You’re not gonna come like this, are ya?” he taunts, because he knows your body well, can feel you are the on verge just from his angles and rhythm.  “Tsk,” he says.  “That’s not very lady-like.”
You would tell him to shut up, but you can only manage a weepy moan as he drives you over the edge of a mind-numbing orgasm.  You feel drenched, dripping down your thighs, and he still doesn’t relent, pushing you back down and holding your hips as he drills through every sensitive nerve. 
“Fuck,” you say, twisting your fingers around his jacket.  Your knees will probably be bruised after this.  No short skirts or everyone will know something happened.  Would they guess you let the most notorious burglar in the country arch your back and fuck you on the floor?  Probably not.  You have always been a stickler for rules. 
Until this.  Until him. 
“Chan,” you say, breathless, rasping.  “Chan.”
“Fuck,” he says.  Then the weight of him is on your back, his hips grinding into yours.  His masked face brushes your ear and he speaks in a low voice, “Guess where I’m coming tonight, baby girl.” 
Your walls are still fluttering with aftershocks, pulling him deeper at his words.  It is not the first time, no.  God only knows how long ago that conversation first happened, telling him it was safe, how much you wanted it.   Letting him do things you never let anyone else do.  Breaking all your rules for him. 
“Fuck, Chan,” you say. 
“Yeah, baby,” he rasps.  “That’s who’s fucking you.  No one fucks you like I do.  God.  You can take it.  So good.” 
You can feel when he comes, his chest vibrating with his groan, the warmth inside you.  You slump in his arms, ravaged and sore and not the least bit sorry for it. 
You should be.  He won this round.  You should be furious at him.  You should be threatening him.  Your usual rapport. 
His mask comes off.  You hear it hit the floor.  Then he is grabbing your jaw and turning your face and kissing you deeply.  He holds your throat, not threateningly but possessively.  He is kissing you for so long, you almost forget who you are.  Then you surface.  You look at each other. 
“Come with me,” he says. 
The haze of lust has vanished.  You should be thinking clearly.  You fear, for the first time, you are.    
You suppose he has stolen everything else, why not you too? 
You put your hand in his.   
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j-0ne25 · 4 months
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SECRET SECRET — [18+!]
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Chan sighs, “What if… one day, being just friends with you… isn’t enough for me anymore?”
“When will one day be?”
He blinks. Maybe there’s a chance for a happy ending. Maybe.
“It’s been for a few years,” he confesses.
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🎸 SYNOPSIS: In order to get rid off the ridiculous crush you have on your best friend Chan, you decide to project all those feelings on an unreachable celebrity, rockstar CB97, instead to protect your stupid heart. But little do you know that these two guys might be closer than expected. When you get invited by 3RACHA’s company to edit their newest music video, suspicions finally pop up in your head.
🎤 CONTENT INFO: chan x afab reader, rockstar chan, video editor reader, smut/fluff/tiniest bit of angst, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, reader is a 3RACHA simp especially for CB97 but doesn’t know it’s chan, jisung being president of baboracha (once again), part of the TOPLINE universe but can be read as a standalone, warnings and smut tags under the cut
🎫 WORD COUNT: 9.3K
📷 CONTENT WARNING: mention of obsessive fans/sasaengs and the dangers that come with being a public figure, lying and keeping secrets
⛓️ SMUT: dom/sub dynamics, protected sex, corruption kink, praise, reader gets called baby, good girl, sweetheart etc.
The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.
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You let your bag sink down next to your chair, after placing your hot tea on the table. It’s always so calm in the morning, going to the office. Maybe that’s why you’ve chosen to start working in the earlier hours these past weeks. It helps you focus, keeps you calm before the building gets filled with busy people.
Your job is great. You love it—it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. After having relatives and friends trying to keep you from studying something creative, telling you to get a stable job instead—whatever that is in this economy—you’ve always stuck to your plans and dreams. And now you’re here—working as a video editor for a big company.
It’s fun. It really is. Your job is great. Mostly. Rather in theory. Unfortunately, it’s a bit different in reality, you’ve learnt that over the years. Sure, you’re still doing creative things but you have to stay focused on what customers want and most of them have a very specific vision.
Just like right now, you’re editing a few more scenes of an artist that just debuted and went through the roof with their album. But it’s not your type of music. You’ve always wanted to produce videos that are cinema worthy, that are their own special movie, that tell a story even if you turn off the melody of the song they’re portraying.
But this hasn’t happened so far.
Until you, still busy in your office, receive a mail from your boss.
Date: 01/12/23 Artist: 3RACHA Song: Gemstone
Fuck. You have to sit down for a bit. But you’re already seated. Your head gets dizzy, vision blurry. Overwhelming thoughts are streaming through your system.
3RACHA. Fucking 3RACHA. The indie band you’ve been listening to for over a year now. One could say that they gained success pretty quickly although that’s not right. They worked hard for what they are today and have improved themselves a lot in less than eighteen months.
Shit. You’re usually not a big fangirl. Well, that is wrong. You are. Everyone is. You are to a healthy amount—at least you believe so. Your friends might contradict that, especially when it’s about your affection to 3RACHA.
But they’ve helped you so much. Their lyrics warmth you on the coldest days, their tunes made you find a light in the dark and their overall personality—from what you know as a fan—made you feel confident throughout times that were filled with lots of insecurities.
And you have the chance to meet them. You can’t believe this is happening. You pinch yourself and realise it’s not a dream. You’re so shocked, you can’t even let out a little scream, although a bright smile is plastered all over your face.
You should text your best friend first. Tell him about it. He’s not the biggest fan of the band—which you can’t understand at all—but he’s happy when you’re happy so you’re sure he will be almost as excited as you are.
Grabbing your phone that’s lying next to your tea on the table, you open the messenger app and start typing.
[You 07:48]: YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT!!
[You 07:48]: I am actually losing my mind wtf
[You 07:48] Oh Lord I think I am hyperventilating shiiiit 😭😭
The three little dots appear and stay there for a while until you get a reply.
[Channie 🦘 07:49]: First of all, good morning. Second of all, I’m fine Y/N, thank you. How are you? Third of all, Jesus Christ, learn how to send one single message with multiple sentences it’s not that hard 😭
You can’t hold back a giggle. That is so typically him.
[You 07:50]: I’m sorry bub :((( didn’t want to upset you
Usually, Chan isn’t annoyed about stuff like this. But you’re still sorry you overwhelmed him a bit. You totally forgot how fucking early it is.
[Channie 🦘 07:52]: You didn’t, don’t worry, baby ❤️ so, do you want to tell me why you texted me?
Okay. Good. Well, except for the pet name that always manages to make your knees go weak. But now that you made sure everything is fine, you can finally drop the best announcement of the whole century. With one message, though.
[You 07:53] I am going to edit the video of the newest song of the one and only 3RACHA!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT CHANNIE 😩🫠🥵🥵
Chan starts typing. He stops. He goes offline. Weird. You don’t read too much into it, as you check the mail another time. December 1st is already tomorrow. You wonder if someone else ditched them and you're solely the replacement but you don’t care.
A vibrating sound coming from your phone lets you snap your gaze back to the screen.
[Channie 🦘 07:56]: Oh that’s cool
Wow. No comment. You know he’s not quite convinced when it comes to your favourite artist. But Chan knows how much you love the band. Can’t he at least pretend to care a little more?
Well, he does care. That was a bit unfair. Chan is your number one hype man. Which makes his current reaction a bit odd.
However, you still send the text you typed.
[You 07:57]: Cool??? COOL?? BRO i’m gonna meet fucking CB97 !!! HELLO?? A little more excitement please
He takes a little longer with replying again, so you focus on your work in front of you. You can’t believe it’s already happening tomorrow. Your favourite band. A new song they are about to publish. This is crazy.
[Channie 🦘 07:59]: I’ve told you before I am not their biggest fan
You sigh, leaning back in your seat, before you reply.
[You 08:00]: Yeah because you have no taste old man
[You 08:00]: You remember what him being shirtless for like 1 sec in their last MV did to me?? How am I supposed to survive meeting him irl 😩😩😩
Most of the time, Chan doesn’t react to you simping for your favourite one of the group. Perhaps, because he’s not interested in them. Or he doesn’t like fangirling or you fangirling.
But this is just you drowning in your own pathetic delusion. Simping for a bassist and singer is one thing, having hopeless feelings for the man you’re texting right now is a whole other world.
Yeah. It’s a cliché, really. You don’t even know when it happened but it did. But of course you had to fall in love with none other than Chan.
CB97 kind of reminds you of your best friend. It’s dumb, you know that. It’s just something about their general behaviour. Even their voices sound alike—from what you can tell, after all, the artist always wears a wolf's mask and no one knows what the members look underneath their face covers anyway.
However, they are similar. So, it’s always been easy to compensate for your real life feelings by having heart eyes for a famous person. It has helped you so far—by ignoring how your friend’s presence lets your pulse rush at the speed of light.
And maybe, just maybe, your feelings are the reason you've been crushing on the celebrity, in order to get over Chan instead, since 3RACHA’s leader can’t break your heart if he doesn’t even know you exist.
[Channie 🦘 08:01]: … 🤨
[Channie 🦘 08:02]: I am very happy for you though, Y/N ❤️ This is a great chance and I bet it’s gonna be amazing!
You sigh again. He’s trying his best and you don’t blame him. You know that he means it and that’s what you love the most about your best friend—he will always support any of your choices.
Well, maybe not the one that’s included in your following text…
[You 08:03]: not wanting to sound delusional but i’m praying a little for my personal Y/N-moment 🥰🥰 maybe he will fall in love with me 🤩
He goes offline then and you wonder if you’ve crossed a line. You dearly hope he can tell you aren’t being serious.
Or, are you?
[Channie 🦘 08:05]: [attached image]
You open the file, almost falling down the chair while laughing.
[You 08:06]: Did you just send me a Stock photo of grass???
[Channie 🦘 08:07]: Yeah, go touch it, you sound like a crazy person
Understandable. Why’s he so funny without even trying?
Oh, God. Y/N. Focus. It’s not the best combination—CB97 simping hours mixed together with you crushing on Chan.
[You 08:07]: … yeah i deserved that
It’s time to focus on work again. However, that is supposed to be possible. You’ll probably be unable to even fall asleep tonight.
[You 08:08]: Anyway, I’m gonna go back to editing.. love youuu 💕💕
Your phone vibrates another time and you quickly read your best friend’s message before you lay the device aside and direct your gaze to the screen in front of you.
[Channie 🦘08:08]:  Love you too baby ❤️
🎸
The next day arrives faster than you would have expected. Between all the piled up working that’s always occuring during the last month of the year and all the other errands you have to run—such as shopping Christmas presents or preparing your apartment for all the upcoming festive dinners with friends and family—it’s understandable that time seems to fly by.
With another tea in one of your hands, phone in the other and your bag over your shoulder, you’ve made it out the subway station, currently on your way to the building of 3RACHA’s company. Shit. Your heart seems to be pumping out of your chest and you realise now you should have opted for a caffeine free drink.
Nevertheless, you walk inside and towards the reception. The woman there tells you to sit in the waiting room and you do as you’re told, sinking down on one of those velvety chairs. You pick out your phone, realising you’re more than twenty minutes too early here. But better than being late, right?
Fuck. You’re feel like you’re hyperventilating again. Your palms are sweaty and your knees are weak, a typical sign of nervousness spreading all over your body. You can feel your pulse rushing through your system, as you try to push away all those negative thoughts about the upcoming meeting.
What if they’re not as kind as they seem to be in all those interviews you’ve watched? Don’t people say you should never meet your idol? What if they’re right?
Or worse—what if 3RACHA is actually as awesome as they seem to be and they think you're not cool? Or annoying? Or too much?
Oh, God. Calm down, Y/N. It’s gonna be fine. No doubt.
You decide to text Chan now, knowing he always manages to use the fitting words in situations like these. No matter if it is pure comfort or finding a solution together, your best friend always knows what to say to help you out of a rollercoaster ride of emotions.
So, you send him a message.
[You 12:37]: Channie… I am so nervous. What do I do?? What if they think I am annoying or stupid…
Another one follows, although you know he doesn’t like this type of texting.
[You 12:38]: I know I sometimes go overboard with my fangirling but I really admire them the most for their music… them not liking me would break my heart
Nervously, you stare at your screen. Your gaze flips up towards the reception from time to time, while you also check out all the doors that you see, waiting for someone to pick you up. You can’t wait anymore.
Buzz.
[Channie 🦘 12:40]: Baby, listen… it’s gonna be amazing, I promise. You’re the most talented video editor in this world and they wouldn’t have hired you if you weren’t. You’ve got the chance to meet your favourite artists so just try to not read too much into it. It’s gonna be fine ❤️
Fuck. He’s done it again. Chan just knows what’s right for you, what you need to hear when you don’t even know it.
That idiot makes you fall in love with him even more. Now that you’re about to meet CB97, you won’t be able to continue crushing on him the way you do. In that fangirl style. You’re sure you’ll still be admiring him but possibly in a different way, depending on how he is in real life.
It would be weird, right? Fantasising about that guy? Having explicit ideas and all?
God. You push those thoughts aside and decide to answer your friend instead.
[You 12:41]: Okay… thank you 💕 maybe we can get some ice cream after your shift? And I can tell you about it… unless I am annoying with it
Hopefully, Chan’s work will be over at that time. He told you he won’t be at his office for so long today, so meeting up and having him calm you down after sounds like a good idea.
[Channie 🦘 12:42]: Ice cream date it is! and you’re never annoying me, Y/N. I am happy to see you being happy and that’s all that counts. Fighting!! 🤞🏻
Okay. Good. You have something to look forward to, just in case that everything goes down the drain.
[You 12:43]: 🥺🥺🥰
Around fifteen minutes later, an employee calls out your name and brings you to a computer office, telling you to wait for the three musicians. Your heartbeat is still unreasonably fast but it’s gotten a little better. The thought of seeing Chan later really helped you ease your mind.
A clicking sound indicates that the door of the room is opening and a moment later, three men appear behind it. They bow and you do the same, before they sink down on the chairs that are surrounding the table you’re already sitting at.
Two of them—J.One and SpearB—take off their masks, complaining how warm it’s inside here despite the extremly cold weather outside. However, winter temperature doesn’t hold the youngest of them, their guitarist, back from drinking an iced americano. You’re surprised they revealed their faces so quickly. But then again, you had to lock away your phone in the beginning anyway. So, you won’t be able to take photos of them in secret—which you weren’t going to do. You’re a professional, no matter how big of a fan Y/N, the private person, is.
“I feel so honoured to be working for you,” you try to break the ice then.
The three of them give you a smile—except for CB97 since he is still wearing his mask. Weird. Maybe he’s caught a cold or simply doesn’t feel comfortable yet. He’s usually the most confident of the group, especially when it comes to showing off his body in music videos. Well, just give him some time.
3RACHA goes over their concept with you, explaining in detail which storyline and aesthetic they are going for. It sounds amazing. Incredible. It’s a miracle that these men aren’t only absolutely talented in anything music but also seem to have a clear vision of something that sounds as if it should be in a cinema. You seriously hope you will be able to live up to their expectations.
Time passes by, Jisung is ordering iced americanos after iced americanos for you online. He’s a funny guy—the two of you have instantly gotten along. He jokes around, encourages you to try stuff when it comes to editing and makes you sincere compliments for your skills. The same counts for Changbin. It feels as if he’s having quite a hard time taking his eyes off you. You seriously don’t want to read anything into it.
But the fact you’ve had some thoughts about these three that you now feel a little embarrassed about, doesn’t make it any easier sitting here with them. They are so attractive—not only look wise but mostly blamed on their incredible talent and the way they make you feel comfortable around them despite not really knowing you.
It’s as if you’ve known each other for years, as if you have been friends for some time, although you’re here for work reasons to edit their music video.
The only one who falls off that scheme is CB97. He hasn’t talked that much to you so far, only ever staying business related. He does take you seriously, it’s not like that but for some reason it feels as if he’s trying his best to avoid you.
It breaks your heart a little. Now being with them you know you weren’t really serious about waiting for your ‘Y/N-moment’ but it still stings a little that he’s doing anything to not speak to you more than what’s necessary—all meanwhile Changbin and Jisung are already sharing their interests and personal thoughts with them although it’s just been a few hours.
“You’re so skilled, Y/N,” Jisung compliments you, when you hit the ‘play’ button another time to go over a scene with them. Half of the video is roughly done by now. Of course, video editing is time consuming like nothing else but if you’re lucky, you’re gonna have a rough outline at the end of the day.
“We should book you for all our future projects,” Changbin adds.
You instantly feel heat creep up to your face. Getting to work for 3RACHA once has already been a dream. You’ve never expected them to adore what you do so much that they would seriously consider letting you edit another video of theirs.
“What do you think, CB?” Jisung asks.
“Yeah. Good idea,” the leader respons.
Still no fucking emotion. But you stopped reading too much into it. It’s okay. It’s more than fine. There’s probably a reason for his weird absence that isn’t caused by you. Who knows what’s going on in his distracted head.
“I mean,” Jisung starts again, severly confused about the behaviour of his older friend as well, “you were the one to initiate that deal but you’ve been so quiet since–“ Flick. CB97’s finger hits the side of J.One’s head. “Ouch, what the fuck?”
The leader gives the other one a strict look and you would wonder what on earth is going on if you weren’t so busy focusing on a very certain detail.
CB97 was the one who decided to have you as their editor.
You thought it was just their company hiring you or hiring someone from your company.
How the hell did he even find you?
“Oh, you were the one to set this up?”
“Yes,” he replies and it’s the first time his eyes actually meet your own for a brief second.
“Thank you so much, I feel so honoured.”
He gives you a warm smile. You still can’t see his mouth but you can see the kindness in his eyes. They look comforting. They look… almost familiar but you can’t quite put it yet.
“J.One and I have to head to the studio in a few minutes,” Changbin announces.
“Right, the appointment,” the youngest replies.
They get up all of a sudden and collect all their stuff. J.One is busy throwing away an endless amount of plastic cups. God, that guy’s caffeine addiction is in fact no joke.
“Ah, right,” CB97 says, “Y/N and I will take care of the rest. It’s okay.”
You gulp. Fuck. Does that mean you’ll stay here alone? Alone with none other than your celebrity crush CB97?
In the blink of an eye, the speed of your heart increases, your pumping pulse echoing through your body like the beat of the sound of the music video.
You can do this, Y/N. It’s gonna be okay.
“Is that alright with you?” he adds when he sees the unreadable look on your face.
“Hm?”
“Being here alone with me,” he explains. “We can also take a break, if you need one.”
“N-No. It’s fine. No break. It’s okay,” you tell him.
“Sure.”
You get back to work. A few minutes pass before the musician finally decides to scoot a little closer to you. He blames it on the fact that it’s easier editing this way but it’s also pretty weird that he’s been sitting so far away from you.
This is when you take in a deep breath and your nostrils get hit with a whiff of familiarity.
That cologne. That scent. You’ve smelled that somewhere before.
It is very close to the one that your best friend wears. It’s a pretty popular one. Chan once told you that he knows a bunch of guys who use the same fragrance. It gives you comfort, knowing that CB97 wears it, too. It reminds you of Chan. It makes you feel at home. Safe.
“It was the right decision to hire you for the job,” the artist says out of the blue.
“Thank you so much,” you reply. “How did you find me, by the way?”
You’ve been wondering since J.One accidentally dropped that their leader chose you for this job.
“I did some research,” he explains. “Came across your previous works and there’s just… just something about how you use colours in videos. It amazes me how you manage to tell a whole story just with a few frames.”
You give him a smile and he does the same. You can tell by the way of his eyes turning into crescents. 
The look… It reminds you of your best friend. Once again.
“Thank you.”
He scoots a bit closer, catching a glimpse of the scene that is being repeated on the big screen over and over again.
“In my opinion, a music video is perfect if it can be a standalone without the song itself. And you seem to achieve that every time,” he compliments you.
“I don’t know what to say…”
CB97 chuckles.
Oddly familiar.
That laugh. It sounds like…
No. There’s no way he could be…
Drop that dumb idea, Y/N. You sound like a crazy person.
There is no way that CB97, 3RACHA’s leader and your celebrity crush, and Bang Chan, your best friend and real life crush, could be the same person.
“There’s no need to say anything,” the man next to you says, rushing you out of your thoughts. “I’m sorry I was rather quiet in the beginning.”
It makes sense. Well, if you pick up that theory again. If CB97 is Chan, then that’s the explanation for him appearing quite inapproachable. 
However, you don’t want to think about this.
If this was true, you seriously wouldn’t know how to react. At all. Would you be mad at him for lying? Would you wonder if he only chose to book you because he knows you and not because of your talent? Would he be disgusted after all the unhinged and delusional comments you made about the musician that he is supposed to be?
Fuck. You feel your head get dizzy. Meanwhile, CB97 is staring back at you, puppy eyes telling you he is plagued by second guesses, too. You don’t know if it's because your assumptions are true or on what he said almost a minute ago.
Right. He’s waiting for an answer.
“No worries,” you quickly add.
The man gives you a soft smile with his eyes, before he shuffles in his seat and turns on another lamp that is placed on top of the desk. It lets the room shroud in a yellowish tone, turning the place a bit warmer.
You can get a better look of him now, too. Those dark curls hidden under a cap, the mask still covering his face, a black sweater hugging his upper body with a little print that looks like—a strawberry?
Strawberry.
Chan owns a sweater like this, too. You bought it together some months ago. Sure, it was at a fast fashion store a lot of young people go to but… shit, those can’t be sheer coincidences, right?
“My best friend has a similar sweater!” you blurt out then, unsure what to expect from him. Even if all those guesses turn out to be wrong, your comment sounded rather… random.
“Oh, cool,” CB97 answers, caught off guard, he can’t deny it.
“There’s… another scene on today’s list,” he starts again, changing the topic. The man scoots a bit closer, reaching for the computer mouse, before he opens another file. There in front of your eyes is an unedited video from their day of filming—it’s his part of the story, he’s performing it in the—quite artificial—moonlight. In the rain. Absolutely shirtless.
“That shot is… wow…”
CB97 chuckles, you can hear it through his mask. Fuck. It plays with his head, a little. He can’t deny it. It also shoots a sensation down to his cock that shouldn’t be there, but he’s a man after all. A man that is very much attracted to you.
When you first came into the studio today, absolutely shy—unlike how you usually are around him in private—he couldn’t take his eyes off you. It was hard. Painfully hard. Just how his dick is threatening to become if he doesn’t manage to focus on something else.
But, shit. You were so cute. So freaking adorable. He would be lying if it didn’t do something to him, whenever you have talked about your celebrity crush the way you do—unaware that it’s your best friend whom you’re simping for.
That’s what at the same time leaves a bitter aftertaste, too. Maybe it’s even the main reason why Chan hasn’t been able to be honest with you about his secret identity yet. 3RACHA started out as a joke between friends, after all. Jisung, Changbin and him would have never expected to become so successful, let alone gain so much fame in such a quick time.
Faster than he was able to tell you about it, you had already been head over heels for his alter ego. CB97. He wanted to share that plot twist with you, really. But at some point he became insecure.
What if you’re only attracted to the artist? Not to Chan, the private person? What if you’re not actually attracted to him at all? What if you don’t return those stupid little feelings he’s had for you for years now?
This could destroy your friendship and so much more.
And even if he was the luckiest guy on this earth, even if you felt the same for him—what about those obsessed fangirls? Chan can’t do this to you—date you and keep it a secret. He’s always wanted to show you off, tell the whole world that you belong to him once the time is right and his dreams come true.
But… that can’t work. You deserve something better. You deserve someone better. Someone that can take care of you. Someone who has enough time for you. Someone who can treat you the way you have always hoped for.
Chan can’t do this. And it breaks his heart every damn time only thinking about it.
“The tattoo… is it… a strawberry?”
His vision goes blank. Time stands still, as you drag him out of his inner monologue.
Fuck.
Shit.
No.
How could he not think this through? Of course, you were gonna see that stupid tattoo. It was just a matter of fucking time.
Did Chan even think… at all? That whole situation, that whole set-up of bringing you here was destined to be doomed. He’s so stupid. But he can’t think straight whenever you’re around him.
Maybe it was his inner desire, his endless feelings for you that made him come up with a dumb plan like this.
But he’s here now. And you’re on the finish line of connecting the dots, of counting two and two together.
“I– yeah…”
It’s inevitable. It doesn’t matter now anyway. It is what it is.
You take a closer look, hit rewind on a certain frame that shows the little strawberry quite detailed, almost in 4K. It’s the same placement. The same thin fine lines. The same shade of red. The same fucking tattoo.
“It looks like… it…” No. This can’t be. Still, as if you're on autopilot, you avert your gaze towards the man next to you.
“Chan?”
Immeditaly, he finally takes his mask off, revealing your best friend behind it.
“Hi, Y/N.”
He can’t be for real.
He can’t be for fucking real.
You feel weird. You feel confused. You feel embarrassed. You feel everything at once.
Your body moves for you, when you stand up and grab your bag, already heading towards the door of the studio.
“Y/N–“ you hear Chan call from behind you.
“Leave me alone. I– Just– Fuck.”
The next second he sees you storm out the room, he knows he’s absolutely fucked up, neck deep down in shit.
He’s such an idiot.
🎸 
Of course, rain finds you before you reach your apartment. You still manage to make it inside, before you strip off the drenched clothes and throw them in the washing machine. Grabbing the rest of your dirty laundry, you turn the thing on. You hop under the shower next, internally screaming as the thoughts keep running in circles.
How the fuck are you supposed to look him in the eyes again?
You simped for his alter ego in front of him on a level that needs a word stronger than just ‘delusional’. You feel so absolutely embarrassed of this whole situation. And on top of that, you feel hurt about the fact that Chan didn’t trust you enough to tell you about his side business.
You feel dizzy. Nauseous. This is getting too much.
Exiting the shower, you put on some random shirt and sweatpants, before you head back towards the living room. That’s when your brain starts babbling again.
Too many thoughts are running through your mind at this second. Is this the end of your friendship? Will you ever see him again?
Well, to be fair, you were the one who stormed out of the building of Chan’s entertainment. The emotions just washed all over you, flight mode kicking in instead of fight mode.
God. You can’t focus.
Is it really that bad?
Like rationally thinking—which you are not capable of at current times—maybe the situation isn’t as bad as it seems.
Let’s place the cards on the table. Chan, your best friend, your crush, is also CB97, the famous rockstar, your other crush.
Is there a way that this friendship or whatever it could evolve into can survive? He lied to you—well, not entirely, he rather kept it a secret but you also understand that it probably was to protect himself. However, it stings a little, knowing that he doesn’t trust you enough to share his other identity with you.
You’ve always thought that you can tell each other everything. You tell him everything. Well, except for the fact that you are madly in love with him but this is just to protect yourself–oh.
Maybe you get it a little, maybe you will understand once the angers has vanished away from you and–
Knock knock.
Your body paralyses. It’s always been like this whem someone shows up at your apartment unannounced. It’s silly, it really is. But your pulse always picks up its pace when that noise creeps into your ears.
You don’t react. You simply can’t.
Knock knock.
For fuck’s sake, you’re supposed to handle your overwhelming emotions here you can’t experience more anxiety because some neighbour annoys you–
“It’s me. Please, let me in.”
Oh. Yeah, of course. Why on earth didn’t you take into consideration that your best friend might show up?
“Y/N… please, I can explain.”
You sigh, contemplating what’s the best way to react. But you won’t be able to escape this situation forever. Maybe letting him speak what’s on his mind will be okay.
“Fine.”
You open the door and let him in. Chan is carrying a big brown paper bag that he places on the dining table of your studio apartment.
“Strawberry cheesecake and strawberry oat latte. For you,” he explains with a small but soft voice. “Oh—and your phone. You forgot that.”
The device meets the table as well while Chan’s eyes hover through the room before they connect with your own.
“You can’t buy my trust,” you say. “Although, that is a start.”
Chan lets his head sink down. A couple of seconds later, his palms meet his face, gesturing how overwhelmed he must be by the situation.
Fuck. He wishes he could turn back time. Tell you earlier about who he really is. You must feel like shit. Probably embarrassed about all the unhinged stuff you said about his alter ego although this has never been an issue to him.
The more important part is that you probably believe that Chan can’t trust you. That’s what it looks like at least. But it’s not at all what it is. The story is a lot more complex, a lot more complicated.
Chan hides his persona to both protect himself but also you. After all, he knows what it’s like to live life being a public figure. It’s nothing at all what most people think it is. It’s a lot darker, a lot more stressful, actually.
“I’m sorry. I know,” he starts then, breaking the ice again after a long pause of zoning out in his own worries. “I should have been honest with you from the beginning but the whole thing isn’t as easy.”
You don’t get it. You seriously don’t. If there’s someone Chan can trust, it’s you, isn’t it?
“Why isn’t it? I wouldn’t have told anyone. I would have kept it a secret, you know?”
Does he maybe believe that you would have spread it around? Told other friends about it? Maybe his parents? Or others?
God, this sounds as if Chan has an Only Fans that he hides from the public when he’s just a guy doing indie rock music, occasionally shirtless.
“That’s not it, Y/N. It’s more complicated and fucking complex than this,” he says through gritted teeth.
He’s not mad at you. He’s mostly mad at himself and this society.
“What is it then?”
“Fans… rumours… insane people talking shit about you. If they once see us together and draw that connection, it’s over.”
His voice is a little louder now but you don’t complain. You get that he’s emotional.
“We’ve been out in public together before,” you say. 
You don’t understand how this could be an issue? 
“I’d love to take you to all the events with me, though. Now that you know about me. But this isn’t an option.”
Shit. Your heart melts a little. He can’t say shit like that. Why does Chan even want you to be at events with him when you’re not his… partner?
“It’s okay… I don’t expect that from you. It’s fine how it’s been,” you reply, meaning it. You would never pressure him into anything like this. His safety comes first.
“What if people find out? What if they… harm you because you’re part of my life?”
You gulp. Maybe Chan has been hiding his identity not only to protect himself but also to protect you.
“But we… aren’t even a couple, Chan.”
Unfortunately.
“What are they supposed to say about us being just friends?”
The words just friends and the sad truth that connects to them enlighten a stinging pain in Chan’s heart.
“It wasn’t bad in the beginning but once we got more recognition, the fans went insane,” he explains.
You chuckle. Embarrassed. Shit, you have to think back to all the crazy stuff you said about CB97. And his abs. His arms. How you’d allow him to rail you into oblivion—yes, you said shit like that to Chan, unaware you are talking about your best friend.
God. A shiver runs down your spine and you want the ground to open up and swallow you as a whole.
“Yeah. I know. I am part of them.”
You try to avoid his gaze, it’s uncomfortable enough already. Fuck. Chan probably thinks you’re a weirdo. A freak. A pervert. You would have never shared those unholy thoughts if you knew that they were secretly about him.
Well, it’s not as if you’ve only ever had those dreams about CB97—they don’t differ a lot from the fantasies you have about Chan. But you for sure won’t tell him that either.
“No, on that level it’s fun and all,” he reassures you and you feel a bit of the weight drop off your shoulder. Okay, at least he doesn’t think you’re a bad person. “But there are dangerous ones, too. They would even get angry for us just being friends and considering that I–“
“That, what?”
For fuck’s sake, why did you interrupt him?
“N-Nothing,” he lets out.
“Chan… what were you going to say? Where’s the issue in us being friends? They don’t even know what you look like.”
That’s the thing. Why would there be a problem with you leaving the house with him and being in public? You’ve been doing this before, as well. No one knows how CB97 looks like behind that wolf’s face.
“Some fans do… we used to take off our masks in earlier days. We stopped though once we got more famous. But some fans from the beginning will recognise us, probably.”
Oh. Well. That explains his anxiety. It might be just a few but from what he tells you, maybe they are capable of things that you can’t even imagine. Your heart suddenly increases its beat, thinking that your best friend might be in danger at any time, given the fact that some psychos might be his ‘fans’.
However, this still doesn’t explain what the whole situation has to do with you. This is a struggle he faces without you knowing of his rockstar life.
“But why do you care that much about me?”
Because I love you, Y/N, and you don’t seem to realise.
“I want to protect you… I– what if…”
“What if?”
God, Y/N, can you let the boy speak? He will never finish a whole sentence when you keep interrupting him.
He sighs, “What if… one day, being just friends with you… isn’t enough for me anymore?”
The earth stops.
Your heart stops.
Everything stops.
If one day being just friends isn’t enough for me anymore?
Chan said it. He just said it. He let it out and now he has to face the consequences of you not returning his–
“When will one day be?”
He blinks. Maybe there’s a chance for a happy ending. Maybe.
“It’s been for a few years,” he confesses.
“Chan…”
“Just forget what I–“
“No. Listen to me now.” His eyes find yours again. “I… me fangirling for CB97… I’ve always liked him so much because he reminded me of y-you…ironic, I know… a-and I thought that if I direct my feelings towards a celebrity that I don’t have a chance with anyway, I will forget about how much I’m in love with my best friend…”
Chan is the happiest man on this planet. No, screw that. He’s the happiest man in this whole fucking universe.
Can someone pinch him? Wake him up from this dream he’s dreamt a thousand times before?
“I’m in love with you, too, Y/N.”
God. You’re always pretty. But nothing comes close to the beauty you’re carrying when you smile at him like you do right now.
“This still doesn’t solve all the issues with you being a celebrity–“
“We will find a solution. I promise, baby. Nothing can come between us.”
Huh?
How did he switch from being an anti to full supporter of the idea of you and him together? Fairly speaking, he’s never been against it at all, rather just scared of turning this dream of his into reality and all the consequences he must face when it comes to the love for you.
“How do we make sure that… nothing happens?”
“First of all, I’ll protect you,” he reassures you. “Second of all, we communicate like we always do. If something gets too much for you, you tell me.”
For some reason you’re not convinced yet. He seemed so serious of not wanting to cause you any trouble linked to him. It seems weird, if you’re honest to yourself.
“But… you were so hesitant and against this just a few minutes ago? Where’s that one hundred and eighty degree turn coming from?”
You see him sigh. Chan looks nervous. Almost more nervous than he was when dropping the bomb about his years-long obsession that differs a lot from innocent platonic feelings.
"That's because I’m a fucking coward, Y/N. I didn’t want to risk both losing you because of my secret identity and the feelings I thought you didn’t return.”
Fuck. It actually makes sense, now that he explains it. You understand why he wanted to make sure first that it’s worth it fighting. It may sound a little egoistic but you get where it’s coming from. After all, you haven’t confessed until today either and if Chan didn’t finally unwrap that elephant in the room you’d still be waiting here for him to make a first move years from now.
“Oh… yeah, I get what you mean.”
He gets a little closer, shaky fingers now intertwined with your own. They feel both cold and warm at the same time, reflecting the ups and downs of the rollercoaster of emotions he’s riding.
“But I promise,” he continues, “I fucking promise that I will always protect you. Nothing comes between us, ever. You’re the most important person in my life.”
“You’re quite okay, too,” you joke.
He chuckles, cocking his head, “Brat.”
That stupid smirk of his instantly shoots a sensation to your belly, butterflies dancing together because of that slightest gesture. But when Chan starts speaking again, your attention shifts back to the current conversation.
“I’ve also wanted to tell you that it isn’t entirely true that I was the one to hire you. My boss saw a video you edited and we both agreed on asking your company to invite you.”
You’re a little relieved now. You’ve been wondering if you’ve only been hired for the job because of your connection to Chan and this kind of crushed your ego, if you’re honest.
“Thank you for telling me this,” you genuinely reply.
“Yeah.”
His gaze roams all over your face, searching for something.
“Hm,” you let out.
He looks determined and distracted at the same time. His heart is beating out of his chest, intense pressure threatening to rip the sweater apart that is covering his upper body.
“What are you thinking about, Chan?”
You can’t take it anymore. Giving him a little nudge, you’re sure he’ll be able to tell whatever he’s thinking about.
He sighs, “Can I please just kiss you?”
You chuckle. How can someone be so adorable and absolutely hot at the same time?
“What are you waiting for?”
His lips feel so soft pressed against yours. For a moment you’re convinced time stands still, your surroundings becoming a blur, as your heart decides that nothing else matters anymore when your best friend finally kisses you.
After all these years. All these nights you dreamt about being like this with him. It finally becomes reality. But none of those imaginations come even remotely close to the real deal.
His lips feel soft. Although his kisses are anything but that. Tongue grazing over your mouth, you invite him in, allowing Chan to take the lead, while his firm body forces you against the dining table, all on autopilot. You let him. You don’t care about anything anymore.
Not when he’s roughly nibbling at your lower lip with his teeth, grunts slipping out of him, when he tastes you. Fuck. He’s only been kissing you, nothing more but he can already feel his pants tightening whenever one of those sweet moans leaves you. Chan is a man after all. A man that desires to have you under him, a man that desires nothing more than to ruin you in the best way possible.
You seem to catch on, when he leans a little closer, pushing you on top of the furniture. Spreading your legs, you tell him you need him near and he complies. His firm crotch is pressed against your covered pussy and you let out a whimper. Chan swears this is the most stunning melody his ears have ever witnessed and he realises in that moment that he’ll never be able to create a song that comes even close to that beauty that is your voice.
Your voice that is so desperate. For him. Only him. At least he finds out, when your hands reach under his sweater. You admire the little strawberry for a second, feeling like a total fool for not counting two and two together so much sooner. Chan and you aren’t ruled by the trope of best friends to lovers, you’re total idiots to lovers. But it doesn’t matter.
The fabric gets hovered over his head, leaving him shirtless. You’ve seen him like this before. Chan isn’t necessarily shy when it comes to showing off his perfect body but it’s a little more intense when he’s so close to you now.
“Wow…” is all you’re able to say.
He chuckles, before he dives in for another kiss and lets his hands travel under your shirt as well. It doesn’t take him long to pull that clothing off you either, after all you don't really fight it. Why would you?
And that’s when the unexpected happens. His lips crash into the skin on your neck, rough bites being placed there, the feeling shooting through your whole body, enlightening the deepest desire hiding underneath.
When Chan looks back at you, you witness the pure lust swirling in his eyes before your mind basically turns blank.
Why is that?
Well, you’ve lost track of time but Chan’s fingers have found their way between your thighs, brushing over your clothed core. It’s kind of cute how you’re staining the material of your sweatpants. Your best friend finds it adorable, really, how easily you seem to crumble underneath him. It makes him want to corrupt you, let out the darkest yearning that must slumber deeply inside of you.
His other hand wastes no time and pulls the fabric down, leaving you in your underwear. All that brat does is chuckle, before his fingertips wander back to their destination again. He grazes over your sensitive spot, admiring the wet patch he seemed to have caused from doing so little.
He can’t help it but let this mischevious smirk appear on his face again. It makes you witness his dimples, too. And you would pay a little more attention to them if your thoughts weren’t occupied by how good it feels to have Chan so close to you. You whimper, when he slows down his movements, rubbing your clit through the fabric, as you feel yourself grow wetter and wetter.
“So fucking sensitive,” he grunts. Fuck. Chan’s been dreaming about this moment for years. He can’t believe it’s actually reality now.
And when yet another moan spills from your lips, he finally decides to free you from that drenched barrier. You watch your panties collide with the floor, landing somewhere on top of the shirts—and leaving you bare naked in front of him. Chan mumbles some curse words under his breath, before he manages to speak a sentence, “Stop me, now– or I won’t be able to hold myself back anymore–“
“But I don’t want you to hold back…”
That smirk on your face is the cherry on top that break him. Chan’s lips smash into yours, his body coming closer, making you spread your legs for him. His hand is back right between them, playing a little with your clit, this time without any disturbing layer that’s separating you from one another.
“More… Chan– more, please.”
He finds it adorable how you’re begging for him, so two fingers slide into your hole just as you’ve wished for. They stretch you out perfectly, you’re immediately clenching around them before the man in front of you starts thrusting them in and out of you.
“F-Feels so good, fuck,” you let out, throwing your head back.
Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of your aching hole again, before he guides them to his mouth. They disappear, as he licks your scent off his skin, a groan escaping his lips.
“Fuck– you taste as sweet as candy, baby.”
You, in the meantime, graze over the strawberry tattoo on his chest with your fingertips, as a little smirk appears on your lips.
“You have no idea how fucking much I want you.”
“Then do something about it,” you challenge him.
“Are you sure, baby?”
His demeanour switches. You adore this confident, dominant type of Chan but there’s something about him turning all soft just to make sure you’re feeling alright.
“One hundred percent.”
It takes him less than three seconds to free himself from both his sweatpants and boxers, as he lets the fabrics slide down. The clothing pools around his ankles, as he doesn't want to waste any more time. Chan is impatient. Fucking impatient.
Yes, he’s waited for this moment for years but having the taste of being inside you so close to him, within reach of his fingertips, he realises he can’t bear a second without having you.
Meanwhile—your eyes are fixated on his beautiful body, roaming around, taking a glance of his muscular thighs, his pretty cock, back up to his firm chest and the little strawberry.
“Like what you’re seeing?”
Cheesy.
You slowly let your hand find his upper body again, before it wanders down, dangerously close to where he needs you the most. Wrapping a hand around his length, you start stroking him, bringing your eyes back to his.
He already looks fucked out and for some reason it’s adorable. Chan is always this respectful, caring best friend—totally opposite to how he behaves in his music videos and you wonder how long it takes for him to reveal his true, animalistic nature.
A sweet whimper that he lets out is barely the beginning and when Chan notices how innocently you’re staring at him, oh so opposite to what you’re doing right now, he fears he might cum at the spot. So, to stretch out some time and to make sure this is a little more comfortable for the both of you, he grabs you by the waist without a warning, spins you around until he’s carrying you bridal style to your bed.
Your back hits the mattress and you have no time to get used to your surroundings, when Chan is already towering over you—hungry for more. Parting your legs again, you invite him to come closer. He positions himself right between your thighs, pumping his length a few more times before he asks, “Condom?”
“First d-drawer,” you reply, voice shaking—out of excitement.
“Are you nervous, baby?”
You’re not sure if he’s teasing you or genuinely worried you might regret this.
“No, just really fucking horny, Chan and I swear if you don’t–“
“What a brat you are,” he intervenes, clicking his tongue.
Painfully slowly, he reaches towards the nightstand table next to your bed, getting closer to you and placing a soft kiss on your lips—you believe your heart might melt in a second.
“You… you make me a brat…”
You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re such a bad liar, it’s unbelievable. Your best friend comes back to his previous decision, unwrapping the plastic before he glides the condom onto his dick.
Chan scoffs, thinking about what you just said, before a little chuckle follows, “Be a good girl for me, baby, hm?”
You hastily nod, finally giving in, as you allow him to push the first few centimetres inside you. It takes a little time to get used to the feeling—you won’t lie, it's been some time since you’ve been intimate with someone.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
“Y-Yeah,” you stutter. “I– I haven’t… uhm… in a long time.”
A gentle kiss gets placed on your cheek.
“I’ll be careful, okay?”
You nod again, before you tell him to add more and he slides completely in. Chan pulls out of you, just to repeat the process again—now filling you completely, tight wet walls hugging his throbbing cock, begging him to move.
So, he does exactly that, starting with slower motions, waiting for you to get used to the feeling. Chan can’t deny it—you’re tight, tighter than he would have expected so he makes extra sure to give you enough time to stretch, to get used to his length.
“Fuck–“ you curse under your breath, “feels so god damn good.”
All he does is chuckle and add another kiss on your cheek, before he picks up the pace a little. You’ve lost track of time by now, absolutely deluded in the feeling of him stuffing you full of his cock, brushing that certain spot from time to time, whenever he changes the angle a little.
Chan decides to place your legs over his shoulders, which helps him fuck even deeper into you, threatening your vision to get blinded by stars anytime soon. Your attention shifts somewhere else, when you notice the palm of his hand lying flat against your lower belly, grazing over the bulge that’s right there.
“Look, darling, we’re made for each other,” he tells you.
You hastily nod, letting a chain of moans slip out of your mouth, lips staying parted. Chan has already ruined you for anyone else, nothing matters anymore.
And whenever the man above you witnesses that fucked out look on your face, it drives him closer to his own relief as well.
“Chan– need–“
He hastily nods, bringing two fingers close to where your bodies meet. He flicks them over your sensitive nub, rubbing your clit to the rhythm of his hips moving. Chan keeps rutting into you, hitting your sweet spot so deliciously that you fear you might faint for a second.
“Please, please, please,” you beg for nothing in particular.
But Chan knows exactly what you need which is why he continues his movements, catching your lips with his own, before he whispers, “Be a good girl, baby, and cum all over my cock, yeah? Can you do that for me?”
And you do. The pleasure takes over you, spreads through your whole body when he lets you tip over the edge. The stars are finally blurring out anything else, tears are pricking at your lower lash line, while you cry out your best friend’s name as if it’s the only word you’ve ever known.
Chan helps you ride out your high, slowing down a little until you give him a sign to continue.
“Well done, baby…”
God. You might as well cum again, if he doesn’t stop praising you.
“You’re so good at this,” you compliment him now, knowing this is exactly what he needs to hear.
Your predictions turn out to be true—a few more thrusts and whimpers and Chan fills the condom with his seeds, moaning out your name. The sweetest melody your ears have ever witnessed.
Heavy breathing fills the room, as your eyes find his own. Smiles erupt on your faces before giggles follow.
Without a word, Chan pulls out of you and discards the condom. He comes back with a warm towel from the bathroom, cleaning you from your own juices, and a glass of water from the kitchen. He doesn’t leave until you’ve chugged down all of the liquid.
A few more minutes later and you find yourself under the covers with him, dressed in fresh pyjamas, just like him. Chan is playing with your hair, almost dozing off into sleep, but he wakes up again when you kiss him on the cheek.
“I love you,” you say.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
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❤️ AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you so much for reading this little spin off! I actually planned to include this in a series as it was supposed to be a hannah montana inspired story HAHAHHA anyway, since I didn’t manage to finish that series, I decided to still publish this one! Also, because I felt like Chan deserved his own lil story in the Topline universe. Stay tuned for what I have in store for Binnie! 🤭 I really hope you enjoyed this story. Ngl, it was kinda hard finishing this time, mostly due to personal issues so it took me longer than I would have liked and I wished some scenes would be… better. But I still hope you enjoyed this fic. I really like the mc in this, she’s a bit different from what I usually write and very similar to all of us simps on this website lmao XD If you enjoyed this story, please consider leaving a kind comment and/or reblogging it. Unfortunately, likes don’t really matter on this app and I am dying to know what you think about this story! Have a nice day and thank you for being here!
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oral chan x fem!reader summary: you're chan's favorite inspiration warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (fem receiving), blond chan (it needs a warning) 0.8k words
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“hey, can i eat you out?”
“what?” 
you and chan had been sitting silently in his studio. he had his headphones on and was working on a song for their next comeback and you were sat on the couch behind him, working on a project for one of your classes. you’d both been sat in complete silence for the past three hours, both working in a stress-free environment, which was rare.
“what did you say?” you ask again.
“you heard me.” chan takes off his headphones and swivels around in his chair to face you. “i have been stuck for the past fifteen minutes and i need some inspiration.”
you laugh, “does eating me out give you inspiration?”
“maybe,” chan shrugs as he stands up from his chair and picks your laptop up off your lap and places it gently on his desk. “your moans are like music to my ears, and i need to listen to something else than what have been.”
“are you writing another ‘drive’?” you joke and chan laughs. you sit up and move to the edge of the couch where chan meets. he stands between your legs and lifts your chin to look him in the face.
“i might after this,” chan says before pushing his lips against yours. his lips are soft and taste sweet. he quickly starts to kiss down your jawline and to your exposed collarbone.
“i love when you wear my clothes,” he mumbles between kisses. it was raining when you arrived to the studio, which left you freezing and wet. chan, being the kind boyfriend he was, gave you the sweatshirt he was wearing.
 he kneels in front of your and puts his hands on your thighs, softly squeezing them. he softly bites down on your collarbone until he leaves a small bruise on the spot, he pulls away and admires the mark.
“so pretty.” he then looks you in the eyes, his soft brown eyes full of lust. “god, you’re so pretty, can i please eat you out now?” he begs.
the way he begs to pleasure you sends a warm feeling to your core. one of your favorite things about chan was that his love language was acts of service. while normally this meant he would do chores for you, hold doors for you, and make appointments for you. it also meant that he would always pleasure you first, usually several times, before himself. many days he would beg to eat you out, today, when you should be working, was no different.
you giggle. “of course.”
“thank you,” he sighs, quickly hooking his fingers under your waist band. you lift your hips off the couch to assist him and he pulls off your sweatpants in one swift motion.
like a starved animal, he quickly pulls your legs apart and licks one long stripe up your core. “god, you taste so fucking good,” he moans to himself. 
chan starts lapping at your core. he rotates between tracing circles and sucking on your clit and sliding his tongue as deep in your hole as he can. he then decides he needs to be even closer and wraps his muscled arms around your thighs and pulls your body to his face. this knocks you flat on the couch and you moan in response. he continues to work on your clit, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud.
“chan, fuck, please don’t stop,” you moan, tangling your hands into his blond hair. 
your words of encouragement have him sticking to the pattern of flicking his tongue at your clit and swirling small circles over it. he moans and hums as he sloppily makes out with your cunt.
“chan, please, please, please keep going. i’m gonna cum,” you whine, hips squirming in his strong grip.
without breaking contact with your cunt, chan looks up at you. the look in his innocent eyes sends you over the edge. 
“fuck i’m cumming,” you yell. you tighten your grip in his hair and press your leaking cunt against his face, moaning his name loudly as you finish. chan slows his pace, helping work you through your orgasm.
as you release the grip on his hair, chan sits up fully. you notice how blown out his eyes look, his blond, curly hair a mess atop his head, and your glistening slick coating his face. he makes direct eye contact with you as he licks his lips clean and wipes his mouth with his arm. your eyes roll back and your head falls back onto the couch. 
chan stands up with your pants in his hands, he folds them nicely before putting them on one of the side tables. he places a kiss to your forehead and picks up your body to lay you the proper way on the couch. he then grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and lays it over your body.
“but babe, what about you-?” you start, propping yourself on your elbows.
“let me finish this song,” he says, sitting back down in his chair and putting his headphones on. “i got my inspiration.”
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i need chan to be blond again for my own mental health
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𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 - bang chan x gn!fem reader
wc: 4k
cw: bang chan being sexy frat president, sex with no strings attached, mc being a self proclaimed whore, smut 18+ MDNI.
synopsis: the party was boring. thankfully, the frat president who you hadn’t spoken to for a while offers you to go on a drive.
a/n: ITS HERE! part 7 of hot bitch summer. ENJOY:3 smut warnings under cut as per!
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sw: daddy kink, car sex, pube descriptions as per usual, blowjob, unprotected sex, having sex while someones on the phone, dirty talk
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The bass of Hands Up by 2PM reverberated through your skull. Chan was usually in charge of the music, and was completely devoted to this responsibility, but he’d relinquished this authority to Minho, for one night and one night only. You loved 2PM as much as the next person, you weren’t an idiot, after all. But the late nights and parties were catching up with you, and you really felt the need for a quiet night. Although, you’d come to find that a quiet night was hard to come by around here.
You’d poured yourself a drink, but had been sipping at it for the last forty minutes and had barely made a dent in the liquid. You were considering just sneaking away to Minho’s room, crawling into his bed and scrolling through TikTok for a few hours until he joined you for drunken cuddles and/or sex. You just needed Jisung to be distracted enough so that you could evade him - your clingy bestie wouldn’t be very happy if he caught you abandoning the party.
The speakers began to blast ADTOY and Jisung fell to his knees, belting out the lyrics, and you thought you may have found your moment - when somebody sank down onto the couch next to you.
Chan. Smiling at you gently. You were thankful that it had been one of the calmer members of the frat. Or one of the more sober ones, you should say.
"Hey, Channie."
"Hey," he replied, nudging you gently with his elbow. "Not feeling it tonight?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"Only to me, I think." He leaned in close to whisper, as though he were telling you a secret. "I'm not feeling it either."
You smiled, appreciating the company of someone who wasn't desperate for you to partake in their drunken fun, whilst painfully sober.
"C'mon," he said. "Fuck it. Let's go get burgers."
You glanced over at him. "Are you paying?"
Chan laughed, shaking his head. "Brat. Sure. Let's go."
The two of you crept out of the room, blessedly undetected. If anyone had noticed the two of you hurrying out of the room, they’d surely assume you were sneaking away to fuck. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d dragged a member of the frat away from a party for sex. It was business-as-usual, really.
You only breathed a sigh of relief when you collapsed into the passenger seat of Chan’s car. “Okay. Where to?”
“I know a place,” he said, turning the key in the ignition. “It’s a little way out, hope that’s okay.”
You nodded. “It’s a nice night for a drive.” You rolled down the window, letting the summer evening breeze wash over you.
You hadn’t been in Chan’s car for a while. Come to think of it, you hadn’t really spoken to Chan since everything started happening between you and the rest of the frat. It wasn’t an awkward silence, definitely comfortable - it was nice to just chill, especially when you weren’t feeling a party at all.
The drive was silent other than soft music coming from the radio. You thought you could recognise it as The Neighbourhood, a band Chan loves and plays on the regular. It was softer than anything you would’ve expected him to play, the singer crooning over the speakers and filling the car with a pleasant noise. It was almost disappointing when you both arrived at the diner and the music switched off.
The diner was cute, retro almost. There were only one or two people inside, sipping on coffee and doing some work on their cheap laptops. It was comforting when you and Chan entered and sat across from each other in a creaky, red leather booth. Chan even ordered some fries and two milkshakes for you both, insisting that the fries in the diner were the best you’d ever had. It was familiar, comforting to be with your friend after not speaking to him for so long.
“God, this is so much better. Thank you for rescuing me, Channie.”
Chan picked up a napkin, dabbing at his mouth. "I'd been wanting to catch you alone for a while, actually."
You fake gasped. "Bang Chan, are you trying to become my next conquest?"
Chan began to panic, cheeks flushed red, waving his arms wildly. "No, no, I swear! I just wanted to chat! The house can get pretty hectic, it's difficult to get a quiet moment alone, I'm sure you know that-"
"Relax." You patted his forearm, laughing at him. "I was joking. What do you wanna chat about?"
Chan shrugged, still looking a little abashed. "I just wanted to check if you're okay, really?"
"Oh." You took a sip of your milkshake. "Yeah, I'm fine. Never better. Why do you ask?" Had you given the impression that you were struggling? You were thriving, in all honesty.
Chan's eyebrows were furrowed, and you could tell he was trying to find the right words. "Listen, I'm not trying to swoop in as some male saviour or anything. Power to you, as long as you're having fun. I guess I just wanted to let you know… there are no expectations, or anything. It can be easy to get stuck in these situations. If you ever wanna stop sleeping with the boys, we'll still want you around."
You smiled at him. “Chan, that’s really sweet. And I really appreciate you checking in. but, truth be told, I am a gigantic whore and I’m having the time of my life.”
Chan blushed at how direct you were being, but laughed. “Okay, as long as you’re enjoying yourself.”
You patted his hand on the diner table. “If that ever changes, I'll let you know.”
Chan nodded, and returned to munching on his fries. "Y'know, I've never really done the whole casual sex thing. What's it like?"
You paused. That was a big question to answer. It was… well, it was incredible. Exciting. Empowering. It had given you a big confidence boost, having all these gorgeous men interested in you. First you’d been walking around the frat house like you owned it, which led to you walking around town like you owned the goddamn world. You may have been developing some sort of complex, but fuck, it felt good. And, honestly, on a more trivial level… you were just having a great time.
“It’s a whole lot of fun, I guess that’s the main thing. Fucking different people, exploring different dynamics. Doing it all in a safe and comfortable environment is a big plus, too. It’s not that I’m against monogamy, but it’s nice getting to have all this fun without being tied down.”
Chan nodded, taking this in. "I don't know. I guess I'm not sure how well I'd fare. Sex without feelings… I don't know if I could do that."
"Well, it's not exactly sex without feelings. More… sex without romantic obligations. There are feelings - I love the guys. Felix and Jisung are my best friends in the world, and obviously Minho and I are… close. Just because I'm not dating the entire frat, doesn't mean there aren't any feelings there."
"Hmm," Chan mused, thinking things over.
"All I'm saying is, don't knock it 'till you've tried it." You sat back in your seat, shooting the man a wide grin. "And if you try it? Try it with me."
Chan's cheeks flushed redder still. "Well… maybe. I guess I wouldn't be opposed. You make it sound like a pretty good set-up."
You simply looked at him expectantly. You could offer it to him, of course. But you wanted him to ask. "Yeah. It's pretty good."
"So…"
"Be brave, Channie. Say whatever you want to say."
"You're killing me, y'know that?" he groaned. "Do you want to… you know…"
You stirred your milkshake casually with your straw. "Hmm… I don't think I do know."
“Jesus, Y/N. Do you wanna fuck?”
You gave him a saccharine smile. “Now, was that so hard? Of course I do. You wanna do it tonight?”
Chan frowned. "I don't know. There isn't a whole lot of privacy back home."
You nodded. "You're worried Minho will hear us and turn it into a full-blown orgy?"
Chan hid his head in his hands with a groan, hiding his red cheeks. "Oh my god, don't say that."
You laughed. "You get so flustered, Channie, it's so sweet. Anyways, my place is out of commission right now, they're in the middle of fixing the AC."
Chan pouted. "Don't say we're out of options - you kinda got my hopes up here."
"Got your hopes up?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "You mean…?" You let your shoe fall to the floor and extend your leg beneath the table, pressing your foot into his bulge. Just as you thought. Hard. What was it with these boys? Ready to fuck, wherever and whenever. Not that you could talk.
Chan looked like he was about to explode. You smirked, knowing that he was unlikely to decline whatever you proposed. “So, my place is out of action. Your place is sorely lacking in privacy. Good thing you have a car, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Car. Right.” He patted his pockets, pulling out his keys and sliding them over the table. “Go, wait for me there. I’ll pay.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at his desperation. There was nothing you loved more than a sweet, desperate, horny boy.
The subsequent car journey was indescribable. You could feel the tension between you two, despite Chan only driving for a few minutes before he seemed to notice a prime location.
The car slowed, as Chan turned down a narrow lane. “Here - here should be okay, right?” It seemed secluded enough. There was a row of trees obscuring the car from view. You were hidden in plain sight.
“Wait right here, okay?” Chan got out of the car, and you heard him open the trunk. It was getting late, but the sky was still golden, in that perfect August night way. The air was warm, heavy, but cooling down as the sun sank further into the horizon. Cicadas were croaking. You wondered if you’d even be able to hear them over your own moans.
“Ready for you now, babe, come back here,” Chan called.
You didn’t have much prior experience, but you knew that car sex wasn’t typically the height of luxury. Fogged up windows, leg cramps, banging your head against the window. But this? This set-up was nice. Leave it to Chan to make car sex more comfortable than sex in Jisung’s room. At least here there wasn’t a stack of monster cans by your head and a lighter digging into your back from under the duvet. He’d even laid out pillows and blankets.
“You had all this stuff on standby? Damn. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve been waiting to fuck me in this car.”
“I like to be prepared, okay? Not for car sex,” he quickly clarified. “For road trips, and whatever.”
“I have to hand it to you, Channie, this looks very cosy.”
He nodded. “Sure does. Now, are you gonna lie down and let me fuck you?”
You grinned. You knew he’d lose that shy boy energy, when it came down to it. “Yes, daddy.” Your tone had been mocking, but you saw the way his eyes widened. Okay, you noted mentally. Daddy kink.
The trunk wasn’t the biggest; there was space for you to lean back against the pillows he’d arranged, but your legs were still hanging out of the car. Chan wasted no time, wrapping your legs around him and touching his crotch to yours, ever-so-gently.
“You’re sure you wanna do this?” he asked, looking you straight in the eyes.
You nodded. “I’m sure.”
Before you knew it, Chan’s lips were on yours, his hips grinding into yours. You moaned against his lips, plush and warm. You’d been wanting to kiss him for longer than you’d realised, and it was better than you could’ve hoped. He tasted slightly like the vanilla milkshake he’d been drinking not long ago, but mainly like Chan, a brand new introduction to your taste buds, and a very welcome one at that.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. His dick was rock hard, and it felt fucking huge, pressing against your clit even through the layers of clothing. You felt like a feral animal, so horny already. Your right hand went down to squeeze his ass, round and firm, pulling him impossibly closer to you.
You reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to whimper at him needily, “Please, Chan - please.”
“Please what? Use your words, baby,” he smirked as he threw your own words back at you.
“Fuck me!” you whined. “I want it inside me, please!”
“You do?” he asked. “Call me - call me that again, baby.”
“Please fuck me, daddy,” you crooned with a pout.
He pulled back, pulling off his shirt. “You want it? You really want it?”
“No, daddy, I need it,” you insisted, taking your own shirt off in turn. You tugged down your trousers, taking your underwear with them, needing to be ready for him immediately.
“Such a good baby for me,” he praised you.
Golden hour had descended, casting a glow upon you both. He was a Greek god, abs glimmering under the sunset. His hip bones were sharp enough to cut, diving under his waistband. You wanted to lick him from head to toe.
“I wanna see it,” you whispered, eyes focused on the tent in his jeans.
“You do?” he asked, as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans. “Is that all you wanna do with it, baby?”
“No! Wanna feel it.” You fought not to make grabby-hands at him.
He pulled his jeans down to his thighs, before toying with the waistband of his boxer briefs. It was so close, so close, yet so far.
“Stop teasing me!” you demanded with a huff.
He gave you a grin, looking mischievous. “Are you getting grouchy? Do you need it that bad?”
“Yes!”
Chan snickered. “Alright, alright. I’d say don’t get your panties in a twist, but you’ve already torn them off. So desperate. Here you go, okay? Here it is, baby.”
His dick snapped up as he set it free, sitting tight against his abdomen, with a prominent curve to the left. Soft curls spread across his pubic bone, decorating his heavy balls, spreading down his thighs. You wanted to choke on it, wanted to bury your face in his pubes, wanted to feel his balls slapping against your chin. But you couldn’t - there was no way you could even contemplate waiting. Maybe later, but now - now, you needed him inside you. You needed your pussy filled. Now.
“I won’t make you wait much longer, baby, don’t you worry,” he spoke gently, taking his dick in his hand and stroking it. “We need to stretch you out, though, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No - I don’t care - hurt me, I can take it-”
“Shh,” he hushed you, thrusting two thick fingers deep inside you.
“Oh - fuck,” you gasped. He scissored them, spreading you open in preparation.
“That good? Daddy filling you up nice and good?”
“Yeah, daddy!”
You clenched tightly around his fingers, watching as he jerked himself off slowly. He squeezed, and a bead of precum dripped from his slit, landing directly on your clit. God, you’d had a lot of sex in the last few weeks, but that could possibly have been the most erotic sight to ever grace your eyes.
“I think you’re ready for it, baby.”
“I am! I am, I’m ready daddy!” you babbled, cock-hungry.
“Here it comes. I’ll be gentle.”
He pulled out his fingers, but you barely had a second to moan out a complaint before his cockhead was pushing into your entrance. His pace was slow, unhurried. He eased himself into you, gradually, taking his time. He looked like an angel, sunlight spilling into the car from behind him, bestowing a halo upon his blessed head.
“Oh - oh, my God - daddy, it’s so big,” you breathed.
“I know, baby,” he cooed, stroking your cheek with the back of his knuckles. “I’m not even all the way in yet.”
Your eyes widened. “You’re not?”
“Almost there, don’t worry,” he reassured you. His eyebrows were knotted together, and he hissed as he forced the last inch inside you. You let out a weak moan, pathetic-sounding even to your own ears. Chan leaned down, kissing your lips gently. “There you are, baby, I’m so proud of you.”
“I did it,” you mumbled. Your brain felt hazy, eyes seeing stars at the stretch. “I took your whole giant dick, daddy.”
“Yeah, you did,” he beamed down at you. “Gonna start fucking you now, okay?”
You nodded. Somehow, you were completely and utterly fucked out already. His hands gripped your ass, supporting your weight as you hung off the edge of the trunk. He began to thrust slowly, sliding his dick all the way out, before forcing it all the way back in. You grasped at his upper arms, his shoulders, his neck, the warmth of his skin making your fingertips tingle. You felt so full.
Chan started to thrust faster. The pace increased slowly, picking up little by little, as did the pitch of your moans. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulder, as he slammed into you with a groan.
“Daddy! Fuck, fuck, no- no, I can’t take it-”
Chan didn’t slow. “If you want me to stop,” he grunted, “Tell me to stop. But I know you can take it, baby. I know you don’t want me to stop.”
You shook your head. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, don’t stop, daddy!”
Chan let out a strained laugh. “That’s what I thought.”
“I’ll fucking die if you stop, please-”
“Relax, babe,” he said, laughing once more. “I’m not gonna stop, okay? Promise.”
Chan’s dick had you in a daze, your surroundings fuzzy, though you distantly heard your phone go off - the ringtone you’d assigned to Minho’s contact.
“Minho,” you mumbled.
Chan didn’t stop fucking you, not for a second. “I’m surprised it took him this long to notice you left,” He fumbled with your jeans, next to you in the trunk, pulling your phone from the pocket. “Go ahead, answer it.”
You looked up at him, wide-eyed. “Are you sure?”
Chan nodded. “Do it.”
You swallowed a moan, and clicked accept.
“H-Hey, Min,” you greeted him, your voice wobbly.
“Hey, angel. You think I wouldn’t notice if you sneaked off?”
You gasped as Chan hit your g-spot with a particularly ecstatic accuracy. “Sorry-”
Minho chuckled down the line. “Is Chan fucking you good? That’s who you snuck away with, right?”
You couldn’t help but let out a whine. “Yeah, Minho, fuck! He is, he really is.”
“Glad to hear it, baby,” he said, and you heard the smirk in his voice. “Tell him to have you back by midnight. I want to have a go next.”
“Minho,” you moaned, almost incoherent.
He laughed at you once more. “I know that sound. Go on, baby, cum on his dick.”
That was all it took. You came undone, flooding Chan’s cock with your liquid arousal, crying out, “Daddy!” as your nails scratched lines down his pecs.
“Have fun with your daddy,” Minho snorted. “See you later, baby.” With a click, the line went dead. You dropped your phone beside you.
Chan leaned down to kiss you, and you welcomed his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it with a whine. You swallowed his spit gratefully, wrapping your arms and legs tightly around him, keeping his dick buried inside your pulsating pussy.
He pulled away, stroking back your hair and kissing your forehead. “You did so well, baby. Can I cum in your mouth?”
You nodded, smiling dreamily. “I wanna taste daddy’s cum.”
Chan grinned, climbing into the trunk with you, straddling your chest. “Suck on my balls, baby, yeah?”
You didn't hesitate for even a second, taking one into your mouth and sucking on it gently. It was sweet with the tang of his sweat, and it tasted like ambrosia to you. Chan moaned loudly, stroking his cock as you sucked, his balls bouncing on your tongue. You ran your tongue around them, humming contentedly.
God, they're so fucking heavy, you thought. You wanted him to drain them, cum all over you. In your mouth, preferably, although you wouldn't complain as long as you got to feel those hot white ropes somewhere on your body.
You needed it. desperately. It wasn't unusual for you to be cum-hungry, not at all. It felt as though your default state these days was begging for a man's cum. But now, laying beneath Chan in the trunk of his car, it possessed you. You'd do anything to make him cum, immediately.
Your hands reached around, palming his juicy ass. You'd been wanting to get your hands on it for longer than you could remember. He groaned beautifully when you squeezed it, a deep, guttural sound. You opened your eyes, looking up to find him gazing down at you, a starry look in his glossed-over eyes. He was close. You just needed to push him over the edge.
You spread his cheeks, finding the pucker of his asshole. You would never force it in without lube - you'd had way too many inexperienced dickheads try this on you to count. But just a few strokes of your finger, teasing the rim… you knew that would do it.
"Oh, fuck, babe, f-fuck!" Chan stammered. He pulled back, swiftly forcing the tip of his cock into your mouth. You took it in your stride, suckling on it until he erupted. His cum was salty on your tongue, thick and hot. You swallowed it gratefully, continuing to suck him through his peak, and he steadily pumped the rest of his shaft.
You watched as Chan flopped beside you, chest heaving. You were out of breath too, face warm and blushing as you looked at him. The cold air of the night was now welcoming on your body, calming down your extensively heated skin.
A beat passed, and then Chan spoke, running a hand through his hair. "Let's clean you up and get you home to your man, yeah?"
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Nobody took any notice of either of you when you arrived home, both cleaned up and hair decently tidy in the same clothes you left in. Well, nobody except Minho, who was sitting on the sofa grinning at you as soon as you entered.
You bounded over to him, cuddling up to his side and grinning when his muscled arm pulled you in. “So…” He began, and you groaned internally. That smirk was alarming. “Daddy, huh?”
“Shut up!” You swatted at his chest.
“Seriously though, I’m proud of you. That’s seven down, and only one left,” Minho kissed your forehead, and you smiled. You looked around the room, trying to ignore the loud bass of yet another 2PM song. Where was Jeongin, actually?
Oh, right. You finally spotted him in the corner downing vodka shots with Jisung, his cheeks blushing and a sweet smile on his lips. God, he was so endearing.
“I have an idea for him, y’know,” Minho mused, and you lifted your head. Minho looked proud, as if he’d won the damn lottery.
“For who? Jeongin?”
“Yep,” Minho nodded. “I think it’d be great if we were both there, don’t you?”
You tilted your head to the side, eyes racking over Jeongin’s figure. He’d really come into his own lately. He’d started to get a little buff from going to the gym with Minho, but there was still that cute, innocent smile on his face as he fucked around with Jisung and giggled endlessly. His arms bulged where they were visible due to his black tank top. You wanted to ruin him.
“I think that’s a fucking great idea.”
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Into It | b. c.
➸ synopsis: the california sunset looks pretty damn good when you're on the hood of Chan's car.
➸ starring: bang chan x female reader
➸ word count: 3k
➸ general content: best friend!chan, car sex, drunk sex, chan is lowkey obsessed with you, mutual pining, dirty talk
➸ warnings: lots of swearing, sexual content, alcohol consumption, mentions of california(LMAO east coast on top)
➸ rating: 18+ MA
➸ author’s note: another oldie but goodie! also I don't even bias chan but I literally went insane writing this so what does that mean-
♫ into it- chase atlantic
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Far away.
You feel like your mind is so far away.
The engine roars in your ears as you and Chan zip around the outskirts of downtown Los Angeles, convertible top down to let the wind whip through the vehicle. 
Your hand dangles outside the car door, lazily twirling a half empty bottle of beer in your fingertips as you fully sink into the car seat. Your thoughts are fuzzy, his music is loud, and the breeze is enough to keep you from getting too hot. 
This is as close as you can get to bliss.
Palm trees lining the road, orange and magenta in the sky, hell— if heaven didn’t look like this, did you even want to go?
The car slows down enough for Chan to make a right turn, angling the two of you to a desert close to where they host raves and concerts every summer. By the time the current song stops playing, Chan is pulling the convertible off the road, driving over hardened clay and rocks until he’s about 50 yards away from the asphalt.
“Pass me one of those,” he says, putting the car in park and slumping into the seat. You reach down to the six pack of beer near your feet and pass one to him, bringing your own bottle up to your lips as he takes it.
The guy sticks the cap between his teeth, cracking it open with a sharp twist of his arm, and flicks the cap into the cup holder.
“That’s one way to crack open a cold one,” you chuckle, taking another swig.
“Too bad I’m not with the boys…” he sighs, narrowly dodging a swat from your hand as he laughs.
“Hush, I’m better than the boys.”
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, letting the troubles of the week dissolve under the tangy taste of the alcohol and the bass from the speakers.
You can’t remember exactly when you started spending your Friday nights like this, driving to random places in the passenger seat of Chan’s car. Usually you’d prefer to spend your nights indoors, but with him, it was never overwhelming. He was your weekly dose of adventure, and you became addicted easily.
But how could you not when he was so…Chan?
He always knew what songs to play, what you felt like talking about, what kind of view would cheer you up— he became someone that knew you better than your best friend, even.
And there was something so disarming about his vintage band tees, beat up converse, blond curls and dimples— especially his dimples. They were a weapon and he used them.
And they reappear right as you notice you’re staring at him. Serves you right for zoning out in his general direction.
“Something on your mind?” He chuckles, and you pop the passenger door open, shaking your head.
“Nope. Just need to stretch.”
You walk around to the front of the car, and the shell dips slightly once you perch on the hood.
This beer is defective, you decide. Alcohol is supposed to blur your thoughts, not sharpen them.
And yet all you can think about is the man moving to lean against the front of the car, standing just a foot away from you.
Your mind pretends not to notice the way Chan’s gaze lingers on your lips, almost glazing over every time you take a swig from the bottle in your hand. Your body however, burns. Reacts like water on hot oil. It feels like every cell is dancing in the remnants of the sunset when he looks at you. 
It might just be the alcohol though.
You lean back and lie on the hood of the car, using your hands as a makeshift pillow behind your head as you watch the sky turn an even deeper shade of pink. Chan takes one glance at you and takes a long sip of beer as he quickly looks away, pushing the sight of your shirt riding up your torso far back into his mind. The…things he could do there-
“Shit, how many of those have we gone through,” you mumble, lazily shifting your eyes up to the sky.
“Uh, four?” Chan glances back at you, mentally cursing at the way your face matches the sky above, dusted with pink. He doesn’t know it’s from you staring at his arm veins. “We have water in the back if you want some-”
“No, no I’m good.” Your voice sounds like honey to him; maybe he should pass the bottle back to you, just so you’ll stay quiet. “Just feeling more than a little buzzed.” 
“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, and the huskiness in his voice practically pokes you in the side. “Now would be the best time to do something crazy then.”
“Something crazy?” You laugh out loud, then sit up slightly on the hood, leaning back on your elbows. “There’s nothing but desert for miles. What are we supposed to do-”
Your sentence stops dead in its tracks as your eyes meet with Chan’s, the heat rushing to your gut all at once as the wind blows his blond curls into his eyes. He doesn’t even hesitate this time; his eyes wander lower and lower on your face until they land on your bottom lip, trapped between your teeth. 
“God, why do you always do that…” he whispers, shifting his gaze back to the road.
…What? 
The wind whistles in your ears as you feel them growing hotter, unsure what to make of his sudden statement.
“Do…do what?” He looks back at you with tortured eyes, as if you’re the only water in the California desert.
“Bite your lip like that; it makes me think-” he stops and drains the rest of the bottle in his hand, then leaves it on the hood and shakes his head. “Never mind. I’m gonna turn the music up.”
Your eyes follow him as he trails along the side of the car, and you feel a certain window of opportunity beginning to close. Summoning most of your courage, you jump off the hood and walk up behind Chan, waiting for him to finish messing with the stereo before tapping him on the back.
“Yeah?” He turns around and barely has any time to think before you’re pressing on his shoulders, pulling him down slightly as you crash your lips onto his. He immediately catches your waist, letting out a surprised muffle that dissolves into a sigh as he pulls you against him.
You break apart after a moment, lips still tingly and buzzing with excitement, but you wonder if you’ve made the right decision as you look up at Chan, who still has his eyes closed.
“You’re drunk,” he whispers, finally looking down at you with a flushed face.
“Not drunk enough.” You twist the shoulder seams of his shirt between your fingers in consideration. “I’m sober enough to know that look. And if you don’t do something about it, then I-”
“You want me to do something about it?” He pulls your hips tight against his, and now that you’re leaning on him, you can feel the bass from the car reverberating through both of you. That combined with the buzz of the alcohol and his hands on your bare midriff nearly sends you over the edge, but you keep your composure.
And by that you mean you pounce on him— you love his voice, but you’re tired of talking about something you could be doing.
If you both were a little less tipsy, the kisses would probably be less frantic. But neither of you seem to care, hands grabbing at each other desperately as you search for better ways to pull each other closer.
“You have no idea,” he pants between kisses, “you have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted this.” You shudder into his lips, raking through his blond locks and tugging at the ends as Chan’s grip tightens on your hips. He takes a sharp inhale before picking you up, waiting for you to latch your legs around his torso before he slides his arms under your legs. As he walks around the car, you both never separate; you’re actually surprised when you feel the cool metal of the hood come into contact with the backs of your thighs.
He nestles himself between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs and tracing the distressed hem of your denim skirt as the bass of the song picks up. You’re lucky you’re on the hood and not the trunk; the subwoofers vibrating against you would have been too much for sure. 
He pulls away from your lips, dipping his head to catch his breath as he pants into the crook of your neck. To him, this is insane. He has you on the hood of his car. He has you on the hood of his car.
How is a man supposed to think straight in this situation? 
Meanwhile, his hot breath on your neck is driving you to the brink of insanity. Just a raise of your shoulder and he’d be kissing it. Shoot, he could make you crazy with his fingers just an inch higher too.
“Chan,” you whisper, not realizing how close your breathy voice was to his ear, and the last of his resolve practically evaporates off of him.
“Y/n…” his nose follows the curve of your neck as he makes his way up to your face, “tell me if I need to stop, I just…”
He hooks his hands around your knees and pulls, effectively pinning your hips together in a casual display of strength, and you gasp before he seizes your bottom lip between his, sucking and biting until a soft moan slips from your lips.
“Fuck, make that sound again,” he groans, hands sliding back up your thighs to the hem of your shirt. You relent, no longer keeping your sighs and sounds of pleasure to yourself as his hands slide under your crop top, around to your back.
He makes quick work of your bra, releasing the tension around your ribcage before sliding his thumbs along the underside of your breasts. Just thinking about all of the things he could do to you has both of you buzzing with anticipation, panting against each other’s mouths.
His thumb just barely grazes your nipple and you swear you see the world begin to tilt.
You don’t know what it is; normally a gesture that small wouldn’t elicit such a reaction out of you, but the alcohol in your veins and the bass under your thighs seem to bring every motion of his straight to your core. And usually you’d be embarrassed at how loud you are, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he continues just like that, both thumbs barely putting any pressure on the peaks under your shirt.
Your head lolls back slightly, and Chan wastes no time in licking a thin stripe up the column of your neck, stopping right at the shell of your ear.
“Ideally, I’d want to take my time with you, but right now…” his voice is thick with lust as he flicks both of your nipples, and you jolt forward. “I don’t think you’d want me to.”
“Chan, please,” you gasp out, wanting to press your thighs together, “get on with it already.”
He obliges you, hands sliding down to your skirt and then back up under it, looking for the edge of your panties. Once he has them, he pulls them down and over your Nike blazers, tossing them into the convertible onto the passenger seat.
He then reaches behind you, pushing two empty bottles off the car as he presses you flat against the hood. The sound of the bottles breaking against the rocky terrain is barely registered by you though, you’re more focused on Chan’s free hand snaking back up your skirt.
Curses slip out of his mouth once his thumb brushes across your clit; he’s more than shocked to feel just how soaked you are, but you shake your head vigorously, catching his attention.
“Skip it,” you say breathlessly, looking directly into his eyes. He understands instantly, coffee colored eyes practically turning coal black seeing your desperation.
The sky seems to swirl different shades of purple and pink as the wind feathers over your body, and just past the contrails in the sky, you can see the stars beginning to poke their faces into the rosy backdrop.
There is a very real possibility that you are dreaming all of this.
But the sound of his zipper being pulled down snaps your senses into focus, and the possibility of Chan fucking you under a sky like this seems more urgent.
The next minute flies by, and before you know it Chan is lining himself up at your entrance, checking that the condom is on properly before lifting your skirt to your hips.
His eyes flicker to yours momentarily, and you nod before relaxing fully, letting your head rest against the hood as he holds onto your hips tightly.
And then you instantly tense up once he starts pushing into you.
It’s almost embarrassing how easy it is for him to slide in without really touching you, but the hiss he draws between his teeth tells you he’s not really focusing on that.
You’re focusing on how you didn’t catch a glimpse of him before he put it in, and now your entire lower abdomen is tingling in excitement over just how much of him there is. Silly how you were trying to sober up for this moment, only for you to feel high all over again with him fully inside you.
“I- shit, okay wow,” he hisses, dragging himself out and back in slowly. “You’re so warm, god-”
You can’t even respond, you’re so occupied by the feeling of his ridges along your walls that your fingers are already looking for something to grab onto.
Somehow in the haze of it all, you still want to urge him deeper, so you wrap your legs around his waist and watch as he tilts his head back, eyes fluttering closed mid-thrust.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, picking up the pace and holding your hips tighter as you whine, feeling him finally start to brush one of your sensitive spots.
Chan cannot process the scene playing out in front of him. You’re draped over the hood of his car, taking what he’s giving you so easily, face flushed and hair falling over your face from the wind. Your shirt is halfway up your torso, but your skirt is up six inches too high, high enough to see where he's sheathing himself inside of you. He couldn’t make this up if he tried.
The pressure building inside of you jumps to the next level once his hand slides up your shirt again, gently rubbing circles over your nipple as opposed to the faster thrusts down below. Your back arches into his hand as you gasp, squeezing your thighs around him tighter as you do so.
“Chan,” you whine, scratching your nails against the car, and a few more curses tumble out of his mouth as he stares down at you. 
“You’re so good y/n,” he pants, snapping his hips against you now, “better than I- ah, I imagined.”
“You’ve thought about this before?” You’re cut off by another moan; it’s a miracle how you can even speak.
Chan doesn’t reply; instead, he hooks his hands under your knees and drops them on his shoulders, then scoops his hands back under your hips and pulls them to his with a quick snap.
“I’ve thought about this before,” he says with a wicked grin, hitting you at just the right angle to pull a sharp gasp out from your lips.
“Oh my god, there-” you moan breathlessly, pressing your hands flat onto the hood of the car as he pounds into you relentlessly.
The sky is spinning. Your heart is pounding. You wish you could focus on something, anything other than the spongy part of you that Chan is hitting to the beat of the song under you, just so you could last a little bit longer. 
But the sight of him with your legs around his neck, eyes closed with strands of gold wisping across his face, the look of pure ecstasy painted across his cheeks, ensures that you have close to three seconds before the knot in your stomach unravels.
“Shit, don’t stop,” you say as you feel yourself coming undone, back arching into your release which only makes Chan pound deeper, heightening the intensity tenfold.
He cries out once you clamp down around him, spitting out random strings of curses until he’s emptying his restraint into the condom, slowing down his thrusts as he finally opens his eyes again, locking gazes with you.
He looks nothing short of ethereal with the now purple backdrop of the sky, framing his blond locks with lilac clouds as he slowly pulls out of you, doing his best not to overstimulate you. You almost tell him not to; being that full was nice, something you’d probably never admit unless you were actually drunk.
“Wow,” you breathe out, watching him lower your legs down to the hood. “That was…”
“Crazy, I know,” he laughs, still trying to calm his breathing as he looks at you. “But you were amazing, holy shit-”
“…better than the boys?” You tease, smirking up at him. 
He gives you a knowing look, picking up on the funny way you worded the question. But instead of getting flustered, he leans over the hood, caging you against it with his arms.
“Hmm…I don’t know. I think I’d have to try this a couple of times before I can give you a definite answer.”
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All Nighter | Bang Chan
•Synopsis: You can't help but to tease your boyfriend when he's working, regardless if he's alone or not. "What's life without a little risk?" Who cares if the other two members of 3RACHA get a glance, a peak of what you're craving to give your boyfriend?
Bang Chan x Female Reader
•Content Warning: Heavy smut, Oral(m receiving), Strong language. If I left something out let me know and I'll add it.
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“Good job boy's. Why don't you two head back and get some sleep. I'm gonna work a little longer.” You hear Chan say to Han and Binnie.
The seat where Han sat next to you dozing in and out of sleep shifted when he stood up. Looking up you see him stretch his arms over his head and give a loud dramatic yawn that makes you giggle.
“Alright hyung. Don't work too hard. Night Y/N.”
“Yeah, what he said. See you tomorrow Y/N.” Changbin added before he and Han left Chan's studio.
It was just the two of you now and the tension between the two of you that was growing all night shifted and became palpable. He swivels in his chair, turning to face you. When your eyes meet he raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk playing on his beautiful full lips. Feigning Innocence you smile brightly at him. Yet the way he was sitting, legs opened wide, slightly slouched down in his chair with his elbows resting on the arm rests, made you feel borderline feral.
“Y/n baby, don't give me that look. You've been anything but innocent all night. Teasing me. Practically teasing Bin and Han as well.” He tells you. His voice is calm and much deeper than his usual tone. You know you've successfully turned him on when he sounds like that.
“Baby I don't know what you mean.” You drawl out sweetly, crossing your legs and flashing him in the process, just like you've been doing all night.
The pale blue skirt you had on wasn't particularly too short but it hitched up around your thighs just right while you sat on the sofa. Any time you repositioned how you were sitting, each 3RACHA member got a view of your wet cunt. Chan scoffs playfully and sits up.
“Baby girl, I could see the tint Jisung was sporting in his jeans all the way from here. Bet those two will be thinking of that pretty pussy of yours all night.”
You lick your lips smiling, eyes focused on your boyfriend's. You'd be lying to yourself if you said that very thought didn't turn you on. Many times you stayed at their dorm, you'd sometimes see the shadow of someone standing on the other of Chan's door through the bottom crack as he fucked you into his mattress. You'd only be able to tell who it was by the telltale blush over their face when you would later emerge for a drink and it was usually always Han.
“Guess I just made their night then huh baby?” You say seductively with a wink.
“Get over here and make my night. My hands have been itching to touch you.”
Smirking, you slide off the couch, getting onto your knees and crawling the short distance over to where he's sitting. Placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs until your fingers find their target. You keep eye contact with him when your fingers curl under the band of his loose black basketball shorts before forcing them down and freeing his thick and hard erection.
“So big and so hard for me Channie.” Leaning forward, whispering and letting your breath fan over the tip.
The sensation makes him shiver and his cock twitches once, twice, and you give him a satisfied smile. Your mouth salivates with anticipation of having him on your tongue. Reaching your hand over and gripping the base of his thick shaft in loose fingers, you slowly apply pressure, tightening your fingers around him. He lets his head fall back with a groan. A strong hand threads its way into your hair pulling you forward slightly. Your fingers begin their slow dance of stroking him as your tongue flicks over his leaking tip before wrapping your soft lips around him.
He keeps a firm grip on your hair encouraging you to take him deeper into your mouth.
“More, beautiful.” His words are breathy and strained and you know he's holding back his impulse to fuck your throat.
Keeping your hand fisted around him you take him inch by inch until your lips meet your fingers. He's too big for you to deep throat but you take as much as you can feeling him hit the back of your throat.
“Fuck.” He growls and you feel your muscles clench around nothing. It makes you so incredibly wet.
You need him inside you but you also want to taste and tease him. Push him as close to the edge as possible. The sounds he makes when you start moving faster, bobbing your head up and down are raw and primal. Sliding your mouth over Chan's cock, slurping and sucking he bucks his hips up once into your mouth completely losing control over his body.
His grip in your hair is almost painful but you ignore it, heavily focused on his moans and breathing. Thighs tense up underneath your left hand that you're using to keep yourself steady and he stops you from moving using the hold he has on your head. You know he was close, you could taste the sweet and salty precum on the back of your tongue. He needs your pussy though, he'll go insane if he doesn't get to bury himself balls deep inside you.
“Get up here and ride me like Goku's flying nimbus.” He orders.
Giggling, you comply, easing up off your knees and straddling his thighs. “Mm I love it when you talk nerdy to me Channie.”
He gives you a deep chuckle that you feel down to your core making you bite down on your lip to suppress a moan despite him not even being inside of you just yet. Wrapping your hand around his hard shaft, Chan shivers at your touch, watching how pretty your fingers look curled around him. You guide him to your opening, the folds slick with your arousal, it takes little effort to push him inside of you inch by inch. He inhales deeply through gritted teeth and his hands grab onto your sides, gripping you for dear life. Once he's fully sheathed inside, your warm walls enclosing him you start to move your hips in a circle.
“I'll never get tired of the way you stretch me Chris.” You moan and he growls loving the way his English name sounds on your lips. It's his favorite, granted he loves the way you call him by any of the names you've become accustomed to but hearing you call him Chris just does things to him.
Slowly at first you tease yourself with his cock and then gradually pick up speed. Chan's soft panting mingles with yours, his hands slide up underneath your shirt massaging your breasts underneath the black lacy material. He moans appreciatively, flicking a thumb over the hardened peak of your nipple before giving it a squeeze, causing your walls to clamp down around him. His hips buck up underneath you and you gasp in pleasure feeling him push deeper inside your heat.
“Fuck,” he drags the word breathlessly. “Bounce on it for me beautiful.”
Placing your hands on his shoulders for support you do as he says bouncing up and down, feeling his cock slip in and out of you in such a sweet intoxicating way.
“Yeah, just like that. Keep it up baby. Don't stop until you're covering my dick with your cum princess.”
Your head falls back, hair tickling Chan's bare thighs, forcing a shiver to run through him and a groan to escape from his mouth. The sounds he makes between each word that he mutters incoherently is delicious. Each praise, each breathy sigh and each time his hands caresses you gets you closer and closer to sweet release. Chan can tell, he knows your body inside and out. He's got everything about you memorized. So when your legs begin to shake he stands up carrying you in his arms and sets you down on the desk. His strong hands push the keyboard and his laptop safety out of the way, still deep inside you before he starts to move. He fucks you rough just the way you like on his desk like he's done so many times in the past.
“Ah… ah, Chris! Fuck baby i'm so close don't stop.” Your legs wrap around him tighter, pulling him closer. He's balls deep, hitting that sweet spot over and over in a tantalizing rhythm.
“That's my girl, cum for me. Cum so I can fill you. Oh fuck baby, you feel so damn good.” He picks up his pace and you cling onto him, nails digging into his back and clawing him.
Even when he pulls his black T-shirt over his head he doesn't skip a beat in every thrust. The shirt lands on the leather couch behind him with a soft thud that's drowned out from the intense slapping sounds created by you and Chan’s body's coming together. The pounding he's inflicting on your walls is excruciatingly… delicious and your orgasm is crashing through you like a freight train.
Your moans ring out around the small pale green colored room. You're so grateful for the s class level soundproofing in the JYPE studios, surely your cries of passion would reach the 14the floor otherwise. Your muscles clamp down around Chan's pulsating cock, squeezing and milking him while his own moans harmonize with yours as he finds his own release.
“Ah, s-shit baby. Thank fuck. Ah!”
He spills himself inside of you with a long groan still thrusting his oversensitive muscle into you and shudders when your body trembles. You feel him fill you with his warm seed. It's this sensation that's hard to explain but you love it. Chan cumming inside of you is your favorite part, you secretly crave it. You don't even mind when his cum dribbles out of you whenever he pulls out. You love it when it's messy. He's breathless and chuckles, resting his forehead on your shoulder.
“I fucking love you baby.” He says finally, his voice husky and kisses your collarbone.
“I love you too baby.” You reply with a happy sigh and your hand finds its way into his soft curls massaging his head as you and him let your bodies relax after such an intense O.
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It's after 5am when Chan and you walk into the parking garage and a mischievous smile spreads on your face.
“Think you can go harder for round two Channie?”
You ask him and giggle at his shocked wide eyed expression but he doesn't let you down. He goes harder in the second, third and fourth round until you're thoroughly fucked and unable to keep your eyes open, succumbing to sleep.
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jinnie-ret · 1 month
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perfect night
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poly!stray kids x idol!reader
genre: fluff
content warnings: none
word count: 1k
requested: @whoswony
summary: in which stray kids are watching the opening show of their girlfriend's tour, sonder, and they come to realise a song is dedicated purely to them
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Oh how smug you felt, that a song you had written that was purely dedicated to your boys, could still be released and put onto your latest album, Sonder. Truth be told, it was masked as a song to all your 'girls' out there, about spending time with them being your most favourite thing in the world, and not needing anything else. That was how it actually made it onto the album. But you knew who you really wrote it for.
You wrote the song for Chan, who dedicated his life to protecting each of his partners and prioritising them over himself.
For Minho, who willingly let you read him like a book and get to know him because he wasn't scared of opening up to you.
For Changbin, who often indulged in late night deep conversations with you, whether they were trivial matters that you spiraled deeply into, or more serious ones that helped each of you lift the weight off of your shoulders.
For Hyunjin, whose dramatic antics yet romantic attitude always made you swoon, no matter how goofy he would suddenly become.
You wrote it for Jisung, who always managed to keep you on your toes, whether it be from him bursting into song, his sleep clinginess or his rambles about his new favourite anime that inspired him to write a song or two.
For Felix, who was your constant source of happiness, smiles radiating sunshine and reflecting his light across your shadows, forever brightening your day.
For Seungmin, your cheeky yet very emotionally intelligent partner in crime who helped you stay rational in times when all you could see was doom and gloom.
And finally for Jeongin, who always insisted his admiration for you, was levels above your own for him, because he couldn't believe that it was possible for anyone to be more adored in this world than you.
They were all you needed. And you couldn't wait to show them that, and finally be able to express that to them through the other thing you all loved - music.
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Gorgeous yet eery piano notes echoed across the walls of the stadium as you made your entrance, like you were a mystical being that your fans laid their eyes upon.
"She's so hot," Jeongin sighed as he leant across the railings.
"Real," Hyunjin nodded, tongue grazing his upper lip.
"Stop perving on our girlfriend," Seungmin sighed and whacked them on the backs of their heads.
Your boyfriends were sat on an upper tier of the seating in the stadium, safely away from fans and any possible suspicions to why they were there. Luckily, if that case was ever made, fans would be sure to defend you, knowing that you and Jeongin were friends at SOPA.
If only they knew that the two of you were way more than friends. As well as his seven other band members.
Suddenly a new track they hadn't heard started playing, some calming guitar sounding out before a drum track starting kicking in and their girlfriend's poppy voice blended perfectly with the music.
"Come and take a ride with me, I got a credit card and some good company..."
"Wait, that's about us, right?" Chan's eyes widened and a big grin appeared on his face.
"She literally said her girlies," Minho said bluntly, making Chan laugh.
"We're sort of the girlies," Han shrugged.
"Yeah Jisung you do give baby girl energy to be fair," Felix laughed.
"So does Binnie," Jisung added on, smiling as their girl performed.
The fun, light-hearted choreography made you shine with your bright energy.
"I feel so proud, wahhh," Changbin held his hand over his heart, bopping along to the music much like his other boyfriends.
"Quick, let's head backstage!" Felix pushed his other boyfriends forwards down the stairs in pure excitement as the concert came to an end.
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Stretched out on the sofa in your dressing room, sipping from some water, you nearly choked on your mouthful as the door burst open with eight men pouring through.
"You were so good!"
"That song was about us right?!"
"Right?!"
You giggled as you were quite literally smothered in their love, kisses being peppered across your face, your neck, your hands, swallowed up in the arms of your boyfriends.
"Yah! What if I was getting changed?" you gasped playfully as you pushed them all away.
"I wouldn't be complaining," Hyunjin smirked before getting a neck slap from Minho.
"Hey!"
And on they went playfully fighting as Chan gave you one of his hoodies he brought with him, just for you.
"Thanks love," you smiled fondly, pulling the fluffy black hoodie over your head as Jeongin tugged you into his arms.
"You really wrote a song about us?" Felix grabbed your hands to gain your attention.
"How could you tell?" you pushed your lips together, trying not to let any words spill out straight away. You'd keep them guessing just that bit longer, that was your game.
"Credit card and some good company? You literally said that to us one time," Seungmin shrugged knowingly, with shake of his head to get the hair out of his face. He had been growing it longer recently - no objections from you.
"That could just be about my friends," you feigned ignorance.
"Nah!"
"No way!"
"Hey I have friends!" you stood up, folding your arms and detesting their claims.
"We know you do, we know love," Changbin back hugged you tightly.
"But you also have us, hmm?" Minho smirked, tickling under your chin like you were one of his cats.
"And we're way better company!" Han declared, from his spot sat on top of Jeongin as he teased the younger and cooed like you all normally did with the maknae.
"I think Jeongin would disagree," you said dryly.
"I would!" the fox boy choked out, nearly sounding suffocated with distraught as he wrestled the older boy off of him.
"But you wouldn't, would you? Don't deny it, that song was for us," Seungmin pointed out.
"Mmm, sure, whatever you want to believe," you looked down at your feet shyly, knowing there was no turning back from here. They had caught you out. But you didn't mind anymore, you were happy because they were too.
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prettiestboyev · 2 months
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DO NOT TOUCH ( bang chan )
sypnosis ! you're a member in stray kids, and you accidentally flex your abs to your stays. the members want a feel of your figure, but so did channie.
pairing ! idol!bangchan x idol!reader ( was written with male in mind, but pronouns are never mentioned so i suppose it can be read as fem or gn too )
cw ! jealous channie, suggestive but subtle moves on reader by channie, minho and i.n touching reader's abs, mentions that changbin and reader are shipped a lot, corny ass ending
a/n ! this was so shit im CRYING but its ok ig. PLEASE GUYS REQUESSTT im losing inspiration
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Performing with your band like usual, the crowds shouting fanchants and you can, like always, hear the faint sound of people screaming your name. Who could blame them? You are one of the hottest idols in the industry.
You laughed mentally at your own egoistic thoughts, you believed everything except that. You were attractive, sure, but a lot of stays and people who biased you put you on a pedestal in your opinion.
As the music in your earpiece ended, signaling the close end of the concert, you felt a sudden heatwave on your body. Sweat, more than usual anyway, dripped down your leather outfit, you took the chance and grabbed the hem of your shirt and used it to wipe the droplets of sweat off your forehead, panting lively.
In that moment, you heard the faint sound of fans grow into something extreme, hints of "woah" and "damn" crawling in your ear aswell. You were a bit confused, did someone do something? Then you saw the looks your members were giving you. Oh.
Oh.
You chuckled, it going loud from the headset microphone you all wore, making the screams only worse. "Yes, yes, a man has abs and it's the end of the world." You joked, your charming voice sending fans into a state of swoon, and if possible, making them scream even louder.
"If it's you, then yeah" Changbin said into the microphone, making the fans squeal since you two were shipped a lot because fans can't stand idols being friends (you guys literally almost kissed once).
You laughed at him, hitting his shoulder lightly as a joke as your maknae, I.N. went up to you and hit your stomach. "Ouch!" You winced, hitting the younger male back as he laughed, complimenting your strong figure.
Minho then walked up, pulling your shirt and revealing the abs once more, the squeals that were finally dying down from your fans then grew in a wave of excitement from the move. "I never knew you worked out." He said quietly into the mic.
Though all your members gushed over your figure, the only person that you had your eyes on was Bang Chan, your leader, who was so fucking hot to you. I mean, who you thought was a great producer with very amazing humor, who just was attractive to you sometimes. Gosh, especially with his blonde luxurious curly ha-
"N/N, let's work out together sometime." He said to you, snapping you out of your very appropriate train of thoughts. You nodded, happily dreaming about the idea.
In Bang Chan's mind, he was fuming with jealousy. He wanted to rub his hands all over your abs just like his other members did, but that was just too out of character for Channie. He sighed, quietly, as he dealt with only touching your shoulders and subtly tracing the blades of them, making you chuckle.
You adjusted your microphone so your words wouldn't blast in the speakers, whispering in his ear with a mouth over your lips, so no magical lip- reader could expose you.
"Don't worry, you can touch me later, I can sense your grumpiness from here, Channie." The words placed a smile on his face.
He slapped your head teasingly, rubbing your hair as the fumes from earlier calmed down. After all, the other members could touch you and rub you all they like,
But he'll always be the one you'll dream about.
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cookiewrites · 2 months
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daddy'll take care of you
wc: 1.6k
cw: softdom!chan x afab sub!reader, somnophilia, prior consent given/established relationship, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this), daddy kink, praise, dirty talk, tiny bit of degredation, reader is called a cocksleeve, pet names for reader (princess, little one, baby girl, love), breeding kink, creampie, blindfolding, little bit of aftercare, tiny bit of size kink? kind of?, subspace
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sleepy sex with chan has always been your favourite, but not that morning just barely light needy 'don't get out of bed yet' sex - but the 'i came home and you're already asleep and i'm sorry but i need you' sex. the 'i've had the worst day ever and i'm too tired of everything but please do something' sex. the 'we fell asleep still connected and i can't help it' sex.
boundaries had been clearly discussed when the two of you started having sex, but it was not soon after that you found yourself in the position of having that needy half-asleep sex. you stepped through the door to your apartment, barely closing the door before dropping your bag, coat, and shoes. cleaning up in the bathroom was exhausting and slow, but somehow you did it, making your way to the bedroom you and chan shared.
you had only just tucked yourself in when he followed, still energised from a good studio session. 'how's my baby doing then?' he asks, stripping himself, slowly exposing more and more skin - you found yourself wishing you had the energy to do something about it. instead, using the energy you did have to give him a run down on your day.
your voice drifting off as he gets closer to you, stopping entirely as his hand comes up to hold your face; his skin warm against yours. soon lips are on yours but you barely have the energy to respond to them, even though they are plush and perfect and attached to your boyfriend.
'oh is my baby tired?' he asks, stroking your hair as one hand around your waist pulls you closer to him. his smile is loving and soft, patient as you nod and try to apologise. 'there's no need to say sorry princess, let's get you some sleep'.
you cut that idea off with a whine, burying your head into his neck, letting yourself be surrounded by his scent, your hands grabbing at whatever parts of him they're near.
'oh?' you nod and whine again, trying to pull him closer again.
'oh. my love is needy, i get it baby, do you want daddy to help you get some rest?' you nod, whispering a please as he guides you onto your back - hands gently touching and caressing you, taking their time to hold and adore you.
'daddy'll just be a sec, little one, okay?' you go to respond but by the time you find the response through the fog in your brain he's back in bed with you, holding something.
'lift your head up for me, princess.'. your body follows before you even think to, and a blindfold is neatly tied around your eyes. a soft kiss on your lips follows. the darkness only adds to how heavy every part of your body feels, and heightens the way his fingers trace their way down your arms, and back up under the t-shirt you've slipped on.
'pretty little baby, so well behaved for me' he muses as he lifts the top high enough to have access to your chest. leaning down to plant kisses across the new found skin, the only warning you have being the brush of his hair as it falls against you.
there's kisses and small bites and that sinful tongue tracing a line down from the center of your chest to above your underwear. he lets his teeth find the band of the panties you'd left on in your rush to sleep before pulling back and scolding himself for not being gentle.
'beautiful, such a good girl for me' he praises, lips against your stomach. he reaches one hand up to your face, and as you feel them brush against your lower lip, you immediately try to follow them. he laughs to himself before helping you guide his thumb into your mouth; wet warmth surrounding it. he feels himself get harder. 'so good, daddy'll help i promise little one.'
with his other hand he begins to pull your underwear off, your hips raising slightly to help, but you're clearly distracted by the weight on your tongue. sucking around it, losing yourself in how good it feels to be surrounded by him; the love of it, the warmth, the care.
'god you're so fucking pliable baby' he comments, as you realise your legs are being spread apart, just enough for a somehow now naked chan to rest himself between. the heat of his thighs making you feel warm all over, you whine, mouth opening a moment. your whine just gets louder as he takes his soaked thumb away from you. you try to follow it.
'you know i'd call you pathetic if you weren't so cute babygirl?' he whispers in your ear. he's somehow everywhere and it's making your foggy brain dizzy. that disorientation is not helped by the thumb that was once in your mouth in now finding it's own lazy pace on your clit, rubbing these patient patterns. well it felt patient until he moved it down slightly to test exactly how much prep you'll need to take what you actually want.
'p-please da-daddy'
'god you're... i should prep you baby'
chan was always so cautious with you, even at his roughest he wanted you stretched and ready before even attempting to fit himself inside you. it was that love and care that made you feel safe, safe enough to feel so out of it and still want to be so full of him.
'it's o-okay, you can m-make it fit daddy, please'
'you can take it baby? can you?' he laughs, clearly not expecting an answer as you feel the feeling of his fingers replaced by something much harder. 'it's a good job you're making a pretty puddle on our sheets'
you didn't think he could ever feel bigger than he already is but when you feel so small and delicate, you weren't even sure it would fit. yet he finds a way, his tip slowly slipping into you. the stretch delicious and dizzying; marred only by the words whispered in your ear;
'god, you're made for me little one'
'it's okay, daddy will take such good care of you'
'so tight around me, you're just so little, princess'
you don't notice you're moaning until you hear how much louder you get as his hips meet yours. your knee in one of his hands, lifting the near dead weight just so he can nestle himself deeper in you. his other arm, fist clenched, is holding is weight next to your head. you can feel the warmth radiate of his bicep - you know the way it bulges and the veins and you wish you could see it now but-
'letting me do whatever i want baby, so good to me'
his thrusts are such delicious rolls of his hips, no hard snaps, no sudden empty or full feelings - just this constant massage of your walls and beautiful presses of his head against the squishy part inside you.
'pretty little thing for me to use, such a good cocksleeve'
every new praise is said somewhere new. some so close to your ear you're not sure if it's in your head; your sleep filled brain replaying all the dirty things chan has said to you. some are with lips pressed to new skin, as if he's trying to consume you whole.
'daddy'll make your bad day go away, i know you're happiest all full.'.
'do you feel that baby? feel how deep i am? just relax love'
every new move is a surprise, you don't have enough energy to try and picture what he plans to do and that's why this works so well. you've had enough sense to hook the leg he previously held over his hip; you think he put it there.
'my little play thing, so perfect for me'
the delicate touches that appear on your clit surprise you, they make you notice the knot in your stomach.
'you're so easy to use baby, just made for me, so good, good girl'
the pinches on your nipple make you cry out, how did his hand get there? how didn't you notice.
'you're so good to me, letting me have you like this, letting daddy take care of his needy little girl'
the sudden bite at your neck, the sucking you know will bruise bring you so close and you can't even really warn him. it's so dark and warm and you feel so safe and good and-
'oh baby, cumming so quickly for me, fuck'
'there you are, aw baby, making such a mess'
'you feel so good cumming around me, babygirl, daddy loves you'
'd-daddy loves me?'
'y-yes he does, and you love daddy, so it's okay if he uses you a little longer, right?'
you nod, or at least you think you do, as you feel chan speed up. his thrusts getting a little harsher as he chases his own high.
'daddy's gonna b-breed his perfect little girl, yeah?'
'i know how much you love when daddy fills you up like that, stay still in and take it, yeah?'
'shhh it's okay d-daddy's close baby'
all his praise turns to groans as he fills you up, placing kisses over your neck and cheek, thanking you over and over again for it all. you don't remember much after that, some familiar feelings of his hands helping clean you up, him pulling you into him as you spoon. him telling you over and over just how good you've been.
the mornings after nights like this are some of your favourites. they're the kind of mornings that make you slip up and call chan your husband; he smiles so big every time. it's all breakfast in bed, not letting you walk anywhere, giving you his card so you can buy yourself those shoes you've been looking at, so many kisses your lips are sore. it's love.
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hanichani · 6 months
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You look so perfect standing there...
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Pairing: chan x gn!reader
Genre: fluff
Summary: a drabble inspired by she looks so perfect by 5sos
Warnings: chan has a tattoo and is very much in love, lmk if i missed aynthing
Word count: 920
a/n: ever since I saw that clip of chan singing that song at one of the maniac tour concerts, i thought it was a very channie coded song. btw i know getting someone's name tattooed is very... but imagine someone being so obsessed with you that they do that hjkdjkh
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when you walk out of the bathroom chan is already in bed, wearing his pyjamas (a pair of boxers), facing the ceiling. you lean on the door frame and cross your arms over your chest, looking at the man with only love and admiration in your eyes (maybe a bit of lust as well and no one can blame you for that). his sight moves from the ceiling to his wrist as he raises his arm up. he starts playing with the chain bracelet he’s worn forever now and when he does so, you can see the little tattoo that is hidden on the inside of his bicep. it’s a small black arrowed heart that has your name in it and you vividly remember the night he got it.
it was two years into your relationship when chan was in his yolo era and so so in love with you. so, one night, he picked you up at your house and told you he had a surprise. you did not expect him to take you to a tattoo salon and you expected what followed even less.
“you’re crazy.” you told him while shaking your head at him. but he only fired back with a very predictable “yea, for you.” and a loud laugh.
and even though chan is still equally as in love with you, he is also more responsible now and thinking about things that actually matter. so, when your body movement interrupts him from his thoughts, he looks over to you with a questioning expression. when he sees your form leaning on the doorframe, he smiles. you look so perfect standing there and he feels the need to tell you. he always does.
“you look beautiful.” he says, rolling over to his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows, one of his hands supporting his chin.
you snort in response and move closer to the bed, staring down at him. his hair is fluffy since he washed it tonight, the curls coming back to life. you reach down and ruffle it which he takes as an invitation to pull you down to the bed with him.
you’re wrapped up in his arms. one of his hands resting on your waist and the other sneaking down to your ass. the movement pauses when he reaches the hem of your underwear. or more specifically, his underwear. when he feels the thick band of fabric sitting on your skin, he pulls your shirt up and looks down.
“you’re wearing my underwear.” he states the obvious while his hand finally moves over the fabric that belongs to him (and also the skin that belongs to him). “yea, it’s more comfy to sleep in.” you respond, looking down as well. you’re not going to lie, the sight is nice. the black calvin klein boxers sitting on your hips nicely and chan’s pretty hand resting on your butt is something you’d want to take polaroids of and keep them hidden away in your room forever.
he groans and tugs your body closer to his, hiding his face in your neck and squeezing the soft flesh covered in his clothing. “you look so good in it.” he mumbles, and you can’t help but laugh at his frustration caused by a simple action.
it was quite a frequent occurrence, really. him getting so loved up and frustrated over stuff you do or over you as a person in general.
you remember the first time it happened. it was towards the very beginning of your relationship. he bought you a lot of new makeup products for no particular reason other than just to make you happy (and maybe he thought it was a very boyfriend thing to do). but there was one specific product that caught your attention. so, when chan came over to your house the day after giving you the products, you were wearing it. a dark red lipstick that smelled like roses. he noticed immediately.
“is that the lipstick i gave you?” he smiled, his hands going to rest on your hips, pulling you to him. “yea, it’s really pretty, right?” you smiled back, arms wrapping around his neck. but to your surprise, he shook his head no.
“it’s really hot.” he corrected with a smirk, leaning down to kiss you.
when he pulled back, his lips were a few shades darker and you swear you could’ve died right then and there. without thinking about it too much, you leaned close to him again and started kissing all over his face. you could hear his boyish giggles reverbating around the room. his hands squeezed your hips in an attempt to get you to stop.
when you led him to a mirror after that, he turned into a mush. you draped yourself over his shoulders and started peppering kisses down his neck now and the man just stood there not knowing where to look first.
should he admire how well the lipstick stains, the shape of your lips, really, looked on his face. or should he be staring at your face that was moving in the crook of his neck, marking him up some more. he couldn't handle it and his lipstick covered and frustration filled body turned around in your hold, going down to your neck (a very characteristic action for his love frustration surges).
and just like you did every time after that and like you’re doing right now, all you could do was laugh, hold him close and think about how incredibly lucky you were to have him as your person.
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frenchkisstheabyss · 9 months
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♡ Showing Stray Kids Your New Belly Button Piercing {Curvy Babe Edition} ♡
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♡ Shoutout to the sweetie that made this request. Every request I get is from the most darling folks there are & I love ya'll for that ♡
Pairing: boyfriend!skz x curvy!fem!reader
Genre: fluffy fluff
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♡ Hyunjin ♡
is impressed that you got pierced to begin w/ & thinks you're a total badass for it
buys you jewelry to match every outfit. seriously every outfit
has a soft spot for the dangly kind of jewelry because of how it moves when he touches your belly
will probably get a piercing somewhere to match yours
♡ Changbin ♡
gets pouty because you didn't take him with you but lets it go when you give him kisses
immediately falls in love w/ it and can't stop holding you by the waist from every angle possible
keeps finding any excuse to get under your shirt to see it
can look at it all he wants but will end anyone he catches staring at you
♡ Lee Know ♡
swears he could've done it for you himself w/ a sewing needle & an ice pack. he probably could've
wants to know how much it hurt to gauge rather he wants to threaten your piercer or not
reads your aftercare instructions 101 times to make sure you're gonna be okay
finds this whole piercing thing sexy & wants you to get more
♡ Bang Chan ♡
let's be real, you can't do anything w/o him knowing. he's the one who drives you there
makes sure that you eat/hydrate before you get pierced because he can't let anything happen to his love
promises not to hover while it's getting done but totally does
babies you afterward with cuddles and belly kisses
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♡ Seungmin ♡
thinks it's fake at first & tries to poke it
apologizes a bunch when he realizes it's real & he actually poked a fresh piercing
gets super protective of you, making sure you don't bump into things etc
keeps pulling your skirts/pants down a little to show it off even if they aren't technically supposed to fit that way
♡ I.N ♡
wants to know how badly it hurt out of morbid curiosity
falls asleep on your belly because he got distracted staring at your sparkly jewelry
you're the eternal little spoon cause it's the easiest way for him to play with it
asks if you're gonna dye your hair & join a punk band now. he encourages it
♡ Felix ♡
prepare to hear him say how beautiful it is a gazillion times over the next few days
will treat you like you got major surgery, keeping you comfortable & doing everything for you
takes you shopping for bikinis because now you must go to the beach w/ him every chance he gets
shows off how cute it is to anyone who's around like he's the one who got it
♡ Han ♡
follows you everywhere anyway so he's for sure there when you get it done
holds your hand from the moment you step into the shop even though the piercing itself takes 0.5 seconds
takes a bunch of selfies w/ it & posts it to his insta because you're so stinkin cute
has to be reminded over and over again that he isn't allowed to play w/ it yet but forgets & does it anyway
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zeroeightzeroone · 4 months
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lover of mine - bang chan
genre: angst, hurt eventual comfort
pairings: idol!bang chan x female reader
warnings: none
notes: if this looks familiar, it was originally posted to my secondary blog @zerothreetwentyfive so i'm republishing everything here on my main blog.
wc ~3k|moodboard
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 。 。・:*:・゚★,。・:
"i'll never give you away, 'cause i've already made that mistake,
if my name never fell off your lips again, i know it'd be such a shame.
when i take a look at my life, and all of my crimes, you're the only thing that I think I got right."
lover of mine - 5 seconds of summer
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you always thought that the next time chan would be making you cry would be at your wedding ceremony.
initially, you would try to hold in your tears, just enough so that you weren't full-on sobbing and ruining your makeup. eventually failing as the tears flow freely listening to the man tell you the moment he fell in love with you, the moment he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and the promises he vows to keep forever. chan's eyes would never leave yours as you exchanged vows; in that moment, only you and chan existed, the proclamation and celebration of your love were the only things that mattered.
instead, here you are crying over chan. sitting in the driver's seat of your car, sobbing over the man who once said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, now not wanting to fight for that future anymore.
"you're doing it again."
the sound of your best friend's voice snaps you out of your thoughts, attention now on the girl sitting across from you, "huh?"
she reaches over and places her hand on yours with a sympathetic smile on her face. no words are needed from her to make you realize what you were doing whilst zoning out; fiddling around with your ring finger. a habit you picked up after chan proposed, and a habit that hadn't changed even without the band on your finger; your fingers instinctively moving to spin and twist a non-existent ring.
"right," you clear your throat awkwardly.
your hands slipping out from under hers, sliding them under your thighs hoping that maybe sitting on your hands would work against the habit.
"how are you?"
the word 'lost' feels like an understatement. the word couldn't encapsulate even a quarter of your feelings.
you felt directionless, overwhelmed by the constant switch between emotions: anger, frustration, sadness, and denial, it left you exhausted. day by day, you only grew more emotionally drained, the desire to feel nothing only intensifying.
the mere thought of the dimpled man gave you whiplash, your heart and your head conflicting with each other and your feelings pulling you from one end to the other. you couldn't pinpoint exactly how you felt about him.
god, you wished that you didn't even think about him.
you wished that you weren't plagued by the thought of him at every waking moment. everything reminded you of him, everything brought you back to the memory of how easy it was for him to let you, the person he proclaimed to want to spend the rest of his life with, to watch them walk out the door, to just give up without a fight.
why couldn't it have been easy for you too? why couldn't you just let him go the way he did you? forget him like he meant absolutely nothing?
as much as you wished it was, you knew it wouldn't be easy to move on from chan.
your early adulthood started with chan, moving in with him almost a year and a half after you started dating. he became a part of your routine and you became part of his; there was a time when your day didn't feel complete without hearing a goodnight from him or getting that goodnight kiss. your lives were intertwined, and your future plans were intertwined.
you believed chan was your future. he made you believe that you would write the next chapters of your lives together, that you two would be side by side on the road to forever. you envisioned your future with chan, without him you've hit a crossroads, struggling to navigate where to go from here. you were scared.
scared to learn what the future holds for you, scared to take a step towards a future without him.
on top of all that came public attention.
the news about your breakup hadn't been confirmed by chan or jyp entertainment. regardless that didn't stop the speculations and rumours that came with the lack of seeing you and chan in public together, seeing you without your ring, and other proofs fans would dig up. the algorithm also working against you as whenever you refreshed social media, the first couple of posts would be news articles, headlines and what have you, discussing the speculations.
'did stray kids' bang chan and his long term girlfriend call it quits?'
'fans of stray kids speculate bang chan and his partner have called off the engagement'
'netizens react to alleged proofs that bang chan and long term girlfriend have split up'
'breaking: did stray kids' bang chan and girlfriend split up? here's why fans are wondering about the status of the long-term couple'
your comments were flooded with questions regarding the rumours, mourning fans hoping that they were baseless and haters congratulating you on setting the man free. you wondered why the news hadn't been spoken about by chan or any official representatives but the speculations drove you to log out of social media. the realization that one day the articles and headlines will change from 'speculations' to 'confirmations' the anticipation and anxiety driving you insane.
you look back up to your friend, your lips pursed together in a small smile as you reply:
"i'm fine."
"chan hyung!"
the boy pulls the pillow up and over his head, trying to block out the noises from outside the door. hoping that the longer he ignored, the realization that he wanted to be alone would sink in and everyone would leave him be. that hope was short-lived as the door swung open.
"chan hyung!" changbin calls from his spot at the door, "you need to eat something."
from where he's standing, changbin watches chan groan out a response from under the pillow, making no effort to get up and go eat something. changbin's eyes drift to the older boy's bedside table, a picture frame is lying face down (probably a photo of you), and sitting on top of the frame is a gold band with a large diamond: your engagement ring. the sight of the band sitting on chan's bedside table and not on your finger has a small frown adorning changbin's lips.
"hyung, i know it's hard but please. you need to take care of yourself too," the younger boy sighs, "locking yourself in your room won't do anyone good."
of course, it wasn't easy for them to see chan in such a state.
chan had always been the one putting up a strong front, walking around with his head up no matter the circumstances as the leader. but these past couple of weeks, whenever chan was out of the public eye he'd walk with his head down, dragging his feet, no words leaving him. almost like he's being forced to be anywhere outside of his bedroom.
the members in the other dorm were curious about their leader, wondering how he'd been holding up but chan stopped replying to the group chat. it got to the point where the members made a chat without chan, using that to ask jisung, changbin and hyunjin how the older one was doing.
for as long as you were in chan's life, you were also in the member's lives. the news of the breakup came as a shock to them as well. they were all curious as to how you were doing too, but were hesitant to ask you directly for fear of making things harder for you. you met all of them through chan, and seeing their names pop up on your phone may just be another reminder of your ex.
changbin's eyes are on chan as the older boy takes the pillow off his head, slowly sitting up on the bed, feet hitting the floor but making no move to stand up. instead he's slouched over, head in his hands and sighing.
"do you, uh…" chan's voice barely above a whisper, "do you think i made a mistake?"
changbin shuts the door behind him hearing chan's question, realizing right now his friend needed someone to talk to before, maybe, going to eat something.
leaning against the door, he replies, "what do you mean?"
"w– was proposing… a mistake?"
"do you feel like it was a mistake?"
chan shakes his head, "no."
"did you mean everything you said when you proposed?"
"yes."
"then it wasn't a mistake."
chan lifts his head out of his hands, head turning to the younger boy leaning at the door. even in the dim purple lighting of chan's room, changbin can see how glossy his eyes are, how the bags under his eyes have gotten more prominent since yesterday.
"was… was letting her go," chan's voice shaky, "a mistake?"
changbin pushes himself off the door, making his way to sit next to his hyung on the bed. a comforting hand moving to chan's back.
"that's a question only you can answer," changbin's lips are pursed to one side, a sympathetic look in his eyes as he continues, "did it feel like a mistake at the time?"
"i- i thought i was doing the right… thing," chan's voice pitches higher at the end, questioning his own answer, "when i came home, an–and saw the dinner table, full of food she made for us. when she told me everything she was feeling, the look i-in her eyes."
chan loves your eyes, it's by far his favourite thing about you.
looking into your eyes had him falling in love with you before he even knew it. looking into them made it feel as if he was looking into your soul, almost like your eyes could tell him what your words couldn't. chan's day would immediately be flipped upside down just at the sight of your eyes, a shitty day becoming the best day when he caught a glimpse of those radiant, warm pools of life, your eyes sparkling with a zest and excitement for life that sent a wave of comfort over him. whenever he looked at you, that glimmer of hope in your eyes made him feel like everything would be okay.
but that night, the look in your eyes that night is seared into chan's memory. haunting him whenever he closes his eyes, whenever his eyes fall on your ring sitting on his bedside table.
that night when you told him just how lonely you'd been feeling, how you felt like he was treating you like the help and not as his fiancé; those words knocked some sense into chan. the harsh reality glaring him down: he had been falling short in your relationship. he had been so blind to that fact for who knows how long, listening to you had chan wallowing in guilt.
at one point chan felt like he was a third person watching everything go down, but it felt like he was watching you and a whole different person. he wondered why he wasn't saying anything, why he couldn't move, why he couldn't feel anything other than guilt eating him alive.
when he looked into your eyes, that's when everything came crashing down.
the eyes that once gleamed up at him, washing a wave of comfort and reassurance through his body were boring into his own. the contrast had his blood running cold. the sight of your hollow and dull orbs gazing up at him, even the sources of light around you did nothing to bring back that sparkle. the way your eyes looked incredibly sunken in, tired, swimming with distress as they searched his. he wondered how he hadn't seen the change before.
a change that happened because of him. the light in your eyes is gone all thanks to him. he wanted to be the one to preserve and make sure your eyes light up for the rest of your life, but instead he's the reason you look defeated. he couldn't handle the guilt eating him up at the sight.
"i-i broke her," chan whispers, "you could see it in her eyes how my shortcomings, the ones i was too blind and stupid to notice… that broke her. i broke her."
changbin doesn't say anything.
"i thought it would be better for me to let her go… get her away from me who was sucking the life out of her," chan's hands run through his hair, "she deserves so much more than me."
the older boy cries. his thoughts, feelings, everything just clouded with you.
"hyung," changbin's tone is soft, feeling out the atmosphere, "don't you think that it's sucking the life out of her even more, to be away from you?"
this time chan is the one who doesn't say anything.
"she wanted you to stay, she wanted you to convince her to stay."
"convince me to stay… please."
"i'm sorry."
"yes. from what you told us the day after you broke up, she does deserve better."
changbin's words send a dagger to chan's heart.
"but don't you want to be the one she deserves?"
chan's head turns to look at changbin.
"you need to work to be better, to be the one y/n deserves. that's what she wants, she wants you hyung."
"… m-me?"
"she wouldn't have said yes to marrying you if she didn't want you for the rest of her life."
your plan for the day was to wake up around noon, order some takeout or ransack your best friend's freezer for some food (and ice cream), chill on the couch and watch some netflix. instead you're jolted awake, at ten in the morning, by pounding at the front door.
rolling your eyes in annoyance, stretching your arm out, feeling around before grasping a pillow and clutching it over your head, trying your hardest to block out the noises and fall asleep. hoping the longer you hold out, it will give off the illusion that no one's home and come back later. a couple moments pass, a sigh of relief falls from your lips when the knocking stops, allowing you to loosen your grip on the pillow around your head.
maybe the neighbours got annoyed and kicked whoever that was out.
at the silence, you roll onto your side and shift your body around to get comfortable in the mattress. another long breath leaving your lips once that optimal position to fall asleep in is found, closing your eyes and getting ready to be lulled back into dreamland.
now you think someone is fucking with you.
the knocking starts up again, for a second you thought you'd fallen asleep and the knocking was continuing in your dreams but no. sadly, you weren't lulled back into dreamland like you hoped, the pounding in your head making it apparent that this was indeed, reality.
on top of all the things happening in your life lately, being woken up by a stranger relentlessly hammering the life out of their fist on your– actually, your best friend's– door is the kicker to a great day. a whine leaving your lips as you roll out of bed, pouting as you trudge to the door of the guest bedroom and continue your trek down the hall, towards the front door.
sure, you wouldn't have minded if your best friend, the person who lives in this unit, was actually home to answer the door. alas, she's at work whilst you're here; straightening out your pyjamas and plastering the fakest smile on your lips whilst you undo the locks, twisting the doorknob and swinging the door open.
"hello, mis—"
your jaw drops. posture immediately straightening due to the wave of tension that rushes through your veins, your mind comes up with two options: hide behind the door or run. your heart begins to race in your chest, tears threatening to spill at any moment but your feet are cemented to the ground. any urge you had to run away and hide quickly depleting at the sight of the man in front of you, a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
"chan… wh-what are you doing here?"
there he is: the man of the hour.
in front of you, in the flesh. standing a couple inches away from you clad in his usual all-black attire. you're avoiding his gaze but can't seem to pry your eyes off the bouquet in the man's hold.
a medley of red and white roses, baby's breath peeking throughout the arrangement.
"i- i needed to see you," chan's voice comes out husky.
shifting awkwardly on your feet, you sigh, "how did you know i was here?"
"multiple calls to your best friend and a long speech," he uses his free hand to scratch at the back of his neck, a nervous smile on his lips.
'she's getting a long speech from me too.'
"okay, well…" you clear your throat, "you saw me so bye."
you go to shut the door but chan stumbles forward, holding it open as he stands in the doorframe. the gush of air from his sudden movements gives you a whiff of his cologne. that along with the closer proximity has a lump forming in your throat.
"w-wait, i wanted to talk too."
"y-you spoke and so did i so, bye," you choke out, trying to close the door again but to no avail as his body blocks your way, "please chan, what more do you want from me? don't make this harder for me."
chan reaches forward at the sight of a tear falling, wanting to wipe it away but you flinch away from his touch. your reaction has chan recoiling, he shifts awkwardly on his feet. you go to turn away from him.
"i made a mistake," he states, his words coming out rushed.
you gulp, angling your body towards the man again. this time your arms crossed over your chest, your gaze still falling away from his face. chan's throat clears when he realizes that you're not going to speak.
"that night, i shouldn't have let you go," he continues, "i should've told you, said something, said anything to convince you to stay… but… fuck. i- i was scared."
your eyes glance up at his face, only to look away just as quickly.
"you're probably thinking, of what?" chan runs a hand through his hair, "but listening to everything you said, everything that i was stupid, ignorant enough not to notice, all those things that i did– or, uh didn't do… that hurt you. it scared me to tell you i wanted you to stay."
your eyebrows furrow in frustration, this time your gaze stays on his face, making no move to wipe the tears running down your cheeks.
"listening to you, hearing how much i hurt you. i- i thought it would've been selfish of me to tell you to stay," chan's voice cracks, tears falling from his eyes as well, "i thought i would hurt you more if you stayed… that you didn't deserve that, y-you deserved so much more than me."
"god, chan.…" a bitter smile on your lips, "you saying nothing, letting me leave… a-and not fighting for me, for us! fuck… that hurt more than anything."
the memories of that night have your heart aching. whimpering as the tears continue to fall, the sight has chan's gradually getting heavier in his chest. he wants nothing but to pull you into his arms and to never let go.
"i know… i know. baby, i'm so sorry," chan's cheeks are soaked with tears but he makes no effort to wipe them away, "i'm so fucking sorry. i thought i was doing what was best for you, but i fucked up, i fucked up big time."
your eyes lock with chan's. glossy, tear-filled orbs gazing into each other, at that moment the tears only build until the both of you are crying a river in the hallway.
chan quite literally launches himself at you. throwing his arms around your body and pulling you into his chest. instinctively, your arms wrap around his torso, nuzzling your head into his shirt. bodies trembling and shaking as the both of you cry in each other's arms.
chan soaks up every single thing about this moment; the warmth of your body radiating onto him, your face nuzzled into his chest, the smell of your hair, the way your hands grip the back of his shirt, the feeling of your body pressed up against his. he isn't even sure that you'll take him back. regardless, he knows he wants to work his hardest to ensure he'll have you in his arms every day for the rest of his life.
in his arms, he holds the person who has been with him every step of the way and supported him day in and day out. the biggest mistakes chan ever made took place on that day: not convincing you to stay, not telling you how he loves you with his entire heart, and holding your engagement ring in his hand while he watched you walk out.
chan wants you to be so much more than just his past and present, he wants you to be his future, his forever. he's always wanted that but he failed at showing you, instead hurting you in ways he was completely ignorant of.
"i love you," chan cries, you can hear his heart racing in his chest, "i love you so much. if you let me, i'll work every single moment of every day to show you that. when i told you i wanted you for the rest of my life, i meant it. i mean it with my whole heart. i fucked up–majorly, but i swear to you! i swear i'll show you that i'm the one you deserve, that i can give you that life you deserve."
chan looks down at you, enveloped in his arms as your gaze naturally lifts to meet his eyes.
chan's heart skips a beat.
there it is.
that sparkle.
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