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nirvanawrites111 · 11 months

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Set My Wings on Fire (DPR Ian x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You're smitten by the love of your life, Christian Yu and he's being painted as a dangerous person. But, you don't care cause that's your man and you're going to stick beside him. You're pretty much in love with a villain, but he's super sweet to you. Non-celebrity AU.

Pairing: DPR Ian x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2024

Warnings: Smut, PIV, oral sex (male rec), mentions of murder, praise kink, good girl, unprotected sex, creampie

This is part of a NEW SERIES called Duality. It's all about embracing switch!energy. Part 1 will be sub!reader and Part 2 will be dom!reader. Some of the stories will be 2 idols x reader, and some will be just 1 on 1.

Smut below the cut.

"You need to leave him alone," Your best friend voices as they stare at the large television on your wall. The dim glow casts a shadow across your living room.

You press your lips together and cross your arms. A tightness crawls up your chest. This is the last thing you want to hear right now. You are tired of hearing this comment right now. You feel around your couch for the remote. You can't bother to listen to the news channel any longer.

"Look," you begin, forcing yourself to meet their gaze. "I know Christian very well. The media is trying to make up stories about him. He's not the monster they're making him out to be," You speak up and express your feelings. You twist his ring that he gave you a year ago, and you decide to wear it as a necklace.

You know Christian better than anyone. Everything he does has a meaning and purpose behind it.

You stare at the image of his picture plastered on the television. His usual neat dark brown hair is a mess, and his eyeliner is smeared. Underneath his picture are large red letters "WANTED" that contrast against his pale complexion. Sure, he might seem dangerous to someone else, but to you, something magnetizes you to him.

"The man is a killer, Y/n. If he comes here, you need to turn him in. You don't want to go to jail for housing a fugitive, do you?"

"He isn't a killer. I don't care what the media is saying."

You pick up your phone off the couch table and see that he texted you five minutes ago that he was on his way. You quickly text back and tell him to wait until your best friend leaves.

"This man has brainwashed you. Hopefully, you realize the truth before it's too late." Your best friend raises their hands in defeat and stands up. "I gotta go. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"He's not, but thanks for stopping by," you reply, trying to smooth things.

Your friend stands up and hugs you. You're glad they are leaving. There is nothing that will convince you that Christian is a bad person. Even with everything you know about him, you would never turn on him.

You walk with them to your front door, and the soft patter of your bare feet echoes against the polished hardwood floor.

Once they leave you close the door only to be slightly pushed open, revealing Christian.

There he is.

The only man that can make you melt to your knees. You want nothing more than to feel his hands all over you.

"Beautiful," Christian, your accented lover, whispers your favorite nickname. He steps into your home. His words allow you to fall to your knees and please your man. But, you don't want to act too thirsty.

He removes his hood with both hands and reveals his hair in messy, shoulder-length loose curls. The two of you stand in your foyer, and your eyes connect.

Christian has such a dark energy around him that it attracts you to him for whatever reason. It pulls you in so closely, like a moth to a flame. Regardless of what others say, you can still see the good in him. He's been nothing but kind, patient, and loving to you. So, really, that's all that matters to you.

"Are you okay?" You ask him.

Christian removes his sweatshirt, and your eyes trace over his tattoos. You run your hand over the one tattoo over his heart, your name.

"I'm so much better, now that I'm with you."

"I'm sure you know they're looking for you."

"I know," Christian sighs. "I'm also wanted for something. What is it this time?"

"Murder."

Christian stares into your eyes, and he can heart your heart beating fast. No one has ever cared about him more than you. Your unwavering loyalty is something he's searched for many years. Now, he's found exactly what he needs within you.

"Do you think I'm guilty?" Christian asks you.

"No, but if you did it, I know there was a reason."

"Good girl. You know your man oh too well," Christian praises you. He knows it's exactly what you need to hear in this moment.

Your lips curl into a smile, and you haven't looked away from him. He knows that nothing about him scares you. He's told you his deepest, darkest secrets. Because he knows he can trust you.

"I do. My best friend was just running their mouth talking about how I need to leave you alone. But, they don't know you like I do."

"Do you need me to handle that?"

"No, never that."

"We have some catching up to do. Don't we, angel?"

"Yes."

***

You turn on the shower and step into it first. Christian follows behind you. He presses you against the shower wall from behind. "My angel.. so pure. So innocent," he whispers into your ear.

Christian runs his hand down your back, enough to give you chills. You've missed feeling his touch against your skin.

"You know I'm far from innocent."

"Compared to me. You're a saint."

Christian attacks your neck with kisses. This instantly sends a warmth throughout your body. You've missed the way his lips feel against your skin. You don't care what happens when he's out of your sight. Because this man adores you, he'd do anything to protect you.

"Sweetness, tell me.." Christian pulls away from you and turns you around to face him. His gaze penetrates your eyes, searching for something unspoken. "Do you really love me?"

His eyes are full of emotions, and you can see the pureness in his question. But, at the same time, why would he question you this way? You've always supported him no matter what.

"Of course, I do. Why wouldn't I?"

"Even if I had to leave you for a bit?"

Your breath quickens, and you can feel your stomach churn. Is he going to up and leave you? Does this mean he's going to end things with you?

"Where are you going?" You twist your necklace.

Christian picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist as the warm water cascades down the two of you.

"I'm not sure. But, I'm leaving in 48 hours."

"Because of what I saw on the news?" You try to piece everything together. Did this mean that it was true? You didn't want to ask him what happened because you trusted him.

He promised you he would never do anything that would jeopardize his time with you. He stated that from the beginning. But, now, it felt like things were going differently.

"Yes."

"I'm coming with you."

"Hell no. I will get this sorted out. I will come back for you."

"No, I'm coming with you."

"Angel?"

"Yes."

"Don't I always come back for you?"

"Yes.. but."

"No, buts. Listen, you have to trust me. I will come back for you, okay?"

You nod. But, your fear is he's going to leave you.

"Angel, don't look so sad. I wish I could take you with me. It's going to pain me to leave you."

"Well let me taste you for the last time."

"Of course, angel."

Christian releases from his arms, and you get down on your knees. You look up at him.

He strokes your face and looks at you in such a loving way.

You hold your hands behind your back and swirl your tongue around his dick until he's halfway in your mouth.

You hum your favorite song and move your mouth up and down his length. This could be the last time you taste him, so you want to savor the moment.

You close your eyes and move faster and hear him moan. You love hearing him vocalize his satisfaction for you.

"Go deeper for me, angel," Christian instructs you, and you have no problem following instructions.

You take him deeper into your mouth, and he cradles the back of your head. He's moving with you to the point where you two are rocking as one.

At this moment, you are breathing through your nose because you only want to please him. You live to serve him. You are hopelessly devoted to him.

"Fuck.. just like this," Christian groans. "Don't stop, angel. God, you're so beautiful like this."

"Mmmhm," you barely manage to say because you have your mouth full and wouldn't want to have it any other way. Tonight has to count and hold you over.

"No one else can suck me the way you do. You're so amazing, angel," Christian continues to praise you, which encourages you to keep going because you know he's so close.

"You want this nut don't you?"

You nod without missing a beat, and both of his hands are on the back of your head. He's practically fucking your throat at this point.

He cums down your throat, and you swallow all of it.

Christian pulls you up to kiss you. He slips his tongue into your mouth and kisses you. As the kiss deepens, you can't help but run your fingers along your pussy only to find that it are dripping for him.

"Thank you for that amazing blow job, angel. You're always amazing."

"No problem."

Christian wraps his arms around you. "Mhmm.. I'm ready to feel all of you now. You want that, baby?"

"Yess.."

"How do you want me?"

"From behind.. like this." You turn around, place your hands against the shower wall, and arch your back.

Christian places his hand against your lower back and moves his dick along your entrance. "You know I love taking you from behind. Do you want me here or do you want back door."

"Here.. I want to feel you deep inside me. I prefer anal when I'm pegging you."

Christian kisses on the side of your neck. "I know baby.. next time when I come home. We can celebrate with pegging." He sucks on your neck and inches himself into you.

Feeling him inside of you feels like home. There's nothing like having him deep inside of you.

"You're so tight for me, angel," Christian whispers against your neck, kissing gently against the spot he just sucked on.

You moan out his name and enjoy him being inside of you again.

The feeling is euphoric, and you get lost in the moment of being one with your lover again. His hands cover and clasps with yours as he strokes into you.

You hope you celebrate with him, but you want to enjoy this moment. You arch your back a little more as he increases the pace. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure throughout your body. It feels too good. You deserve to experience this type of heaven on earth.

Christian holds you in place as he slows down with each backshot he gives you, and he reaches from behind and runs his hand down the front of your love nest. He moves to your clit and strokes it.

"Yesss, baby! I love when you rub my clit," you moan out.

"I know you do." Christian continues to rub it while you tighten around his dick. "My baby is close. Are you going to cum on my dick?"

"Mmhmm," you moan. But, at the point, you're already trembling from the combination of his teasing your clit and being buried inside you. The sensation is perfect. It's a feeling that never gets old. No matter how many times he gives you an orgasm, it always feels as good as the first time.

"So, be a good girl and cum for me."

"That's it.. baby. Cum on dick." He instructs you and talks you through it. You obey him easily. You release onto his dick. He's right there with you as he pumps into you until he cums inside you.

"Mmm.. thank you, baby," you say, trying to catch your breath.

"No, thank you angel. You were wonderful as always. I can't wait to celebrate with you when I come back."

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cococharm · 1 month

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Hello, may I request something for DPR Ian where readers meet his friends?

I understand if you are busy or don't want to take this request 💕

Impressions

Pairing: DPR Ian x GN!reader Genre: Romance, Fluff Warnings: established relationships, Characters: Summary: Y/n meets Christian's friends for the first time. AN: Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I decided to use their stage name instead of their real name, so people don't get confused.

I tugged nervously at the hem of my shirt as Christian led me into the dimly lit bar. The place had a intimate vibe, with warm lights casting a soft glow over the wooden tables and leather booths. I wasn't sure what to expect when he suggested a casual night out, but it wasn't this.

"Are you okay?" Christian asked, his voice low and soothing as he squeezed my hand.

"Yeah, just a little nervous," I admitted, giving him a small smile. "It's not every day I meet your friends."

He chuckled, pulling me closer as we weaved through the crowd. "You'll be fine. They're going to love you. I mean, how could they not?"

I appreciated his confidence, but my stomach still fluttered with nerves. Meeting Christian's friends felt like a big step, a glimpse into a part of his life that I hadn't yet been privy to. I knew how close he was with his crew, the people he worked with and trusted, so I wanted to make a good impression.

“Hey, guys!” Christian called out, catching their attention. “I want you to meet someone.”

All eyes turned to us as we reached the table. Christian gently nudged me forward, his hand resting reassuringly on the small of my back.

“This is Y/N,” he said, his voice full of pride. “My girlfriend.”

The group greeted me with warm smiles and enthusiastic hellos, and I couldn’t help but relax a little. They seemed friendly, welcoming even. Christian introduced each of them one by one—there was Live, Cream, and several others.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Live said, extending his hand with a grin. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yeah, Christian doesn’t shut up about you,” Cream added, teasingly nudging Christian, who just rolled his eyes with a grin.

I laughed, feeling my nerves start to melt away. “All positive things, I hope?”

“Of course!” Live said, patting the seat next to him. “Come, sit down. We’ve got plenty of room.”

Christian and I slid into the booth, and the conversation quickly resumed. I listened intently as they joked and shared stories, their camaraderie evident in every word. It was easy to see why Christian cherished these people—they were like a family, a close-knit group that had each other’s backs no matter what.

As the night wore on, I found myself slowly being pulled into their world. They were funny, down-to-earth, and full of energy. They asked me questions about myself, genuinely fascinating in getting to know me, and shared stories about their adventures with Christian.

Christian whispered in my ear at one point, his arm wrapped casually around my waist.

I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I can see why you care about them so much.” I whispered.

“They already like you,” he said softly, his eyes shining with affection. “But then again, who wouldn’t?”

Before long, I was laughing along with the group, feeling more at ease than I ever expected. We talked about everything from music to travel, and I even got to hear a few embarrassing stories about Christian’s past that had me in stitches.

Eventually, the night began to wind down. The bar had emptied out a bit, and the energy had shifted to a more relaxed, mellow vibe. Christian’s friends started making their goodbyes, one by one, each of them giving me a warm farewell.

“It was great meeting you, Y/N,” Cream said as he gave me a quick hug. “You’re welcome to hang with us anytime.”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling genuinely touched. “I’d love that.”

Once everyone had left, Christian and I were the only ones left at the table. He glanced at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“See? I told you it’d be fine,” he said, leaning in to kiss my temple.

I smiled, leaning into his touch. “You were right. They’re amazing, Christian. I really enjoyed tonight.”

He pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “I’m glad you did. It means a lot to me that you got along with them.”

I hugged him back, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. Meeting his friends had been nerve-wracking, but now that it was over, I realized it was a huge step in our relationship—a step that brought us even closer.

As we walked out of the bar hand in hand, I felt a renewed sense of belonging. Christian had opened up another part of his world to me, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be—right by his side.

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yoonia · 2 years

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Chance Encounter | masterlist

⟶ Title | Chance Encounter

⟶ Summary | Sometimes your fangirling can cause you a lot of problems. Add alcohol and your clumsy thumb into the mix, followed by waking up to an accidental DM getting sent on Instagram, and your life changes forever. The entire mess leads you to an odd form of friendship with the man who you had always admired. But what happens when your two worlds collide, blurring the lines between reality and dreams? Will you be able to return to your real-life once this is over?

⟶ Prompt | Inspired by the infamous DM mishap which happened to me sometime ago, so I decided to just write the whole thing down as a cute reminder.

⟶ Pairings | Christian Yu ( DPR +IAN / Yu Barom ) x reader

⟶ Genre | Teacher’s Aide!AU, College!AU, Fluff, Future Smut

⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.

⟶ Status / Current word count / Total word count | ONGOING; latest update: chapter 6 (August 12th, 2023) — 59,130 words of n/a words

⟶ Main Masterlist | Mailbox | Taglist | Music Playlist | Ko-fi

⟶ Cross post | AO3

⟶ Chapters

⇢ Chapter 01 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 02 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 03 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 04 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 05 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 06 ✓ ⇢ Chapter 07 ✎ (coming soon)

⟶ Music Companion | Alina Baraz - Pretty Thoughts (FKJ Remix) — DPR Ian - Ballroom Extravaganza — Anfa Rose - Tangier — benny maine - Bounce — Billie Eilish - Lovely (feat. Khalid) — Prismo - Pretty Stranger — blackbear - idfc — DPR Ian - So Beautiful — Eden Project - XO — dvsn - You Do — Chris Brown - Under The Influence — FKJ - Better Give U Up — DPR Ian - Nerves — July 7 - Talk To Me — Portugal. The Man - Feel It Still (Lido remix) — DPR Ian - Mood — Bjork - Jóga

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baromv · 1 year

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Exploring the art of made and merely roleplaying of DPR Ian known as Christian Yu – a realm where imagination has no limits. Let's address an important disclaimer: this space is for everyone to express their creativity without fear of judgment. With that in mind, prepare yourself to embark on a journey filled with adventure, intrigue, and endless possibilities.

Born in September 1990, he became known as the Virgo Man. Possessing multiple brilliant talents, he epitomized talent and visual appeal simultaneously. He was the driving force behind Dream Perfect Regime, aiming to create music with a message for those who need it and to inspire new hope. Known by many names such as Barom, Christian, and DPR Ian, he is a true rockstar.

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dreamingofjoon · 7 years

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That Gym Couple

Hey, head canon requests are open and please don’t mind my unoriginal title

This photo does not belong to me. Credits here

You were on your explore page on instagram

When you found a video of this really cute guy and his equally cute dog

It wasn’t his account (sadly)

But the person who posted it tagged him

So you go on over to his page

And find out a bunch of stuff about him witcho stalker self

Like how he’s a video director

and has an adorable dog

but you ended up not so silently stalking his account

and following him on twitter too

so like two weeks later

this dude’s face is still stuck in your head

you listened to his group’s music

and you were highkey whipped over this dude you never met and probably never would meet

But anywho

One day you were just in the gym

Because you knew you had to get up and start working out again

You were on the leg press

Struggling because you put it on a higher weight than you knew you could take

your cheeks were puffed and you probably looked hilarious to anyone passing

you had some baggy, black joggers on

old nikes

and a big ass hoodie

so you lowkey looked like a bum too

BuT a cute bUM

ain’t nobody got time to put on makeup when you’re gonna sweat it all off so none of that (seriously bruh)

you finally reached your last set and just sat there, trying to let your legs feel some relief again

when someone came and tapped you on the shoulder and asked

“Are you finished with this machine?” all considerate like

“Yeah, sorry.” you apologized

but when you tried to get up, your legs felt like jello and you stumbled and almost cracked your head

But then the dude helped you stand upright

and you were all flustered but thanked him

then you looked at his face

and your heart dropped

cuz it was the instagram dude

so of course you backed up off him even though you wanted him to hold you in his arms forever

and your legs still felt like spaghetti so you fell on the floor

and he laughed at you which made you both a lil mad but more embarrassed

he helped you up again

and you were suddenly aware of the other girl around the gym

like three others

two of them were wearing the typical “I’m trying to find a boyfriend” look

the other one looked like you yet still somehow cleaned up nicer

your legs were finally back to normal so you back up and motion towards the machine so that he can get on

but before he sat, he changed the weight to a higher one okay showoff

he started his set

and you forgot you were kind of staring

so he just looked at you and you got all surprised because he moved his head really suddenly

“Learning from the master?”

“Excuse me?”

“The leg press. It seemed like you were struggling a bit.”

“Oh.Yeah…”

you just went along with the excuse because you couldn’t come up with your own

“When I’m done with my next set, I can show you.”

“Thank you!”

dude you were squealing inside

“Name’s Christian by the way.”

“Y/N.”

so he showed you how to not strain yourself to much but still barely pushing your limits

so that you don’t have to walk around like a limp noodle

and you guys end up working out together

and he’s like

“Do you come here often?”

“First time in a while.”

“Well I come every Saturday evening. Hope to see you again soon.” he smiled and you swooned inside

so yeah you were planning to come next saturday

(and were planning to look a little better)

but when saturday came, you were in a rush and ended up in similar clothing (sux)

but when you got there, you didn’t see him

you started working out because that was still a focus here

like twenty minutes later, you feel a tap on your shoulder

“Surprise.”

wHiPpeD

you guys worked out together again

you ended up getting food after

which defeated the whole purpose of working out but oh well

and you were talking and his dog came up

“My dog loves running with me.”

“Lori, right?”

and there was a silence

and you realized that you guys were supposed to be strangers

“IT REALLY WAS YOU!” he yelled out of the blue

and you’re confused ????

“When you followed me, I looked at your profile because of all of the interesting comments you left so I thought I recognized you at the gym but I wasn’t sure.”

and your eyes bugged out

“Um um um…”

“Don‘t get nervous now.” he laughed

“Would you like to meet her?”

“…Lori?” you asked

he nodded so after the awkwardness passed and you finished eating

the dude asked you to meet him at a park by your house

and he brought his dog along with him

and you walked and had fun with them and got his number

you guys worked out every week together

and soon enough, you got the chance to look halfway decent for him

and when you arrived he looked at you weird

“Are you comfortable in that?” was the first thing he asked

Yeah, why?”

“No reason.”

you were just wearing a t-shirt and some running shorts that were a little high you had to admit

but you worked out nonetheless

near the end, you started to do different exercises

he went to the dumb bells

and you got some small weights so that you could do squats

you’re just doing your thing

then you heard a thud and turned around quick

Christian’s weight was on the ground in front of him and his eyes got wide when you turned around

“You good?”

“Yeah, fine.”

every now and then when you wore something that wasn’t big, baggy, or black, Christian would stare without you knowing somehow

the dude knew you were fine af but sometimes it was just disrespectful

one day, some dude came up to you while you guys were split up

he said he noticed you when you came a few times and would like to grab a bite after you guys were done

before anything even came out of your mouth

Christian does a batman and comes out of nowhere

slides his arm around you waist

“Sorry. We’re going to get something to eat after.”

the dude seems so sweet and accepts defeat gracefully

you’re looking at the hand on your hip like WHAT

Christian pulled away real quick

“You didn’t have to swoop in but thanks for pretending to be my boyfriend.” you awkwardly laughed

and he awkwardly laughed

instead of going to eat after the gym today, Christian invites you to his apartment

YOUR FIRST TIME THERE MY DUDE

he showed you videos he was editing

and you played with Lori

you guys are sitting on his couch when Lori gets between you on the floor

and you both reach down to grab her

but hit your head against each other

and you suddenly turned to face each other

and he leaned in while your eyes just kept getting wider

he kissed you but your eyes were still open in shock

so when he opened his eyes and saw the look on your face, he thought he shouldn’t have done that

“Sorry Y/N. Can you just forget about it?”

“But I don’t want to forget.” you muttered

and he wAs liKE WHAT

“Dude, you saw my comments. You knew you were attractive.”

“I mean yeah, but then we became friends and I didn’t know if that changed.”

“Well it didn’t.”

so he smiles and kisses you again

And you close your eyes and actually kiss him back this time

then Lori starts yapping and licks your toes

“This is thanks to you!” he said after lifting her

so yeah

afterwards, y’all are that cute gym couple that people say goals to

and he takes a lot of off guards of you whenever he can even if you say they’e ugly

In the gym

while you’re eating

even when you fell asleep on him

you met the other members of DPR

he produced a video of you guys together for your anniversary

you guys are such a chill but open minded couple

you travel

and eat hella diverse food

a lot of nights, you just go over and fall asleep while he’s editing and listening to music

he loves seeing you and Lori curled up together

music is just something you guys bond over

you also bond over Lori

you guys just bond over a lot

it was a reason why he loved you much

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a-fence · 2 years

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Pose For Me

Ian as the subject of your art (M)

Every year, you try a new hobby to have an outlet for your creative pursuits. You see enough videos and posts about something and then you’ll find yourself itching to try them. Since then, you’ve tried calligraphy, watercolor painting, and pottery, which you still do from time to time. Your latest obsession is sketching, and you didn’t see much progress learning it by yourself and you scoured the internet, looking for lessons that’ll fit your schedule.

The classes you’re taking are on weekend afternoons. It started easy enough, drawing an apple, drawing a basket full of fruits, to a vase of flowers. The instructor eventually moved the classes outdoors when the weather was warm enough and soon you were sketching fountains and trees in parks, to sitting across the road to draw buildings and landmarks.

One day, one of your classmates asks if you’ll be drawing people, in the nude or otherwise. The instructor said yes, you’ll do it soon once the models are available and that the class will have to practice drawing other things in the meantime.

A few weeks later, a model became available for a sit-in session. Drawing the human body was one of the hardest things you had to draw. You had some trouble capturing the curves of the body and placing shadows and highlights to give depth to your sketch. You needed to practice and you knew just exactly who your model could be.

You came home to an empty apartment after your class that Sunday night. You knew exactly where else your boyfriend would be and you immediately leave your apartment and stopped by somewhere to pick up dinner before heading to the DPR studio.

Ian was standing in front of the computer, humming a tune as he writes down lyrics to a song he was working on when you entered the studio. He didn’t notice you come in, and you stood there watching him, mesmerized at how the music poured out of him.

He eventually notices you after a few minutes and puts the headphones down. “How long have you been there?” he asks and walks toward you, wrapping his arms across your waist.

“Maybe two? Three minutes? I didn’t want to disrupt your flow. Hungry?” you asked and raised both arms carrying bags of food.

You bring the food to the table and the two of you eat dinner on the sofa. You tell Ian how you struggled over your classes this weekend, and that you needed practice.

“Can I practice drawing you?”

“I don’t have time to pose for you right now, babe. I’ve deadlines to meet…” he trailed off.

“You don’t have to pose for me, not right now anyway. I can practice drawing you as you work so you don’t miss your deadlines,” you bargained.

He sees how passionate you are about your current hobby and he couldn’t say no to that. “Alright,” he agrees and presses a kiss on your forehead and you beam at him.

Every night of the following week, you head straight to the DPR studio with dinner to practice drawing Ian. You stay in the background, making sure not to bother him, which gives you the chance to study his features that you know well and love and how the different light sources hit them and the shadows they cast. You take a break when he does because the subject is beside you on the sofa, cuddling you. Being in the studio also helps you make sure that Ian gets enough rest as you have to sometimes literally drag him home when he gets too tired or works til late.

The weekend arrives and despite the practice, you still weren’t satisfied with your output. You trudge home, looking forward to sleeping in your bed.

The lights are on when you open your apartment, which only means one thing…

“You’re home!” you screamed as you throw yourself to Ian, wrapping your arms across his neck and your legs across his waist.

“How was your class?” he asks as he carries you to sit on the sofa in the living room.

“Ugh,” you groan, burying your head in his chest, “I think there’s some improvement but I just can’t translate what I envision in my head into paper.”

He strokes your hair to soothe you. “I know how that feels. It’s the same when I make videos. I know how I can make you feel better, though.”

You look up at him curiously, and your stomach growls.

“Exactly! I’m gonna cook your favorite pasta,” he declares, knowing that eating good food puts you in a better mood.

Showering is another thing that lifts your mood and you did that as Ian cooks. You took your time, letting the water wash away your stress. You use your favorite vanilla-scented products and you emerge from the bathroom smelling like a baked treat.

It took you forty-five minutes to shower which gave Ian enough time not to just cook dinner, but even to set up the table with some candles and flowers, and to pop open a bottle of wine.

After dinner, you unwind further by watching a movie while cuddling in bed. Ian notices that you’re not paying attention to what you’re watching. “I can sense your mind whirring, thinking of how you can improve your drawings. You should relax, babe. You’ve had a long day.”

He pushes himself to a sitting position and pulls you to sit as well and he starts rubbing your shoulders, causing you to let out an involuntary moan.

“Hmm, go harder.”

“I didn’t know sketching has got you all tensed, babe.” He follows your request and he feels you relax as he unties the knots in your shoulder.

“Go lower,” you purred.

The way you request how you want Ian to massage you and the moans you let escape as he works your back turns him on. He continues to massage the muscles along your spine and he starts kissing your neck, sucking on the tender spot just beneath your earlobe causing you to whimper. As he reaches the bottom of your spine, he finds the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head, letting it fall to the floor.

He lays you down before moving on top of you, straddling your hips. He looks at you through hooded lids, his eyes scanning your body from your head to your hips. “You’re a work of art, love,” and he crashes his lips against yours.

Your hands get lost in his locks as his kisses become more fervent, licking your lips as he seeks entrance, teeth clashing against yours. He breaks contact to yank his shirt off before proceeding to trail down kisses along your neck and chest. He sucks on a breast, tugging on the nipple gently with his teeth, the action causing you to arch your back in pleasure, then doing the same with the other.

He stands and moves to kneel by the edge of the bed. Your heart starts to pound at what’s about to come. He hooks his hands beneath both your legs and pulls you closer to him. He starts to kiss the inside of one thigh from the knee going in, then the other thigh from the inside toward your knee, avoiding your core on purpose.

“Christian, please,” you rasped. He loves to tease you and he knows just how much you hate to beg.

“Surrendering already?” he smirks, earning a glare from you.

Seeing that you’re not in a mood to play games right now, he proceeds to strip himself of all clothing, enjoying how you look as you take in the sight of him, then slides your underwear off of your legs.

He sinks to his knees again and pushes your legs wide and proceeds to lick your entrance, drinking up the juices that have pooled there. He starts lapping at your clit, your hips bucking and your breath hitching, your body completely surrendering to his actions.

“Christian, fuu—,” you groaned, your voice cutting off when he inserted a finger inside you, pumping it slowly in contrast to the movement of his tongue. You throw your head back in ecstasy, fists grasping the sheets beneath you in response to his movements.

“Fuck you?” he asks, giving your clit a break but his finger continues the stimulation.

You nod, unable to find your voice.

He withdrew his finger and stood. Before he can take you all the way, you sit up, your face level with his hips, and you start to trail kisses across his hips, your palms lightly grazing the back of his thighs. You trail kisses along his shaft before taking him in your hand, your thumb tracing lazy circles along his glans.

“Jesus, y/n,” he seethed. He hates being teased just as much as you do.

You glance at him and it’s your turn to smirk at him, “It’s called revenge, love.”

“I barely teas–,” his argument cut off when you sucked on his tip, swirling your tongue around it before taking his entire length in your mouth, a loud moan escaping his lips.

You release him slowly and you wrap a hand around his shaft, sucking and pumping him simultaneously.

“Damn that feels so good y/n,” he grunts, his hands gripping your shoulders to keep him steady as you increase your pace.

You release him, aching to have him inside of you. You move up further into bed and he follows you. He grabs a condom from the bedside table and puts it on before slowly plunging himself into you.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he breathes.

He starts slowly, allowing you to adjust to his length. He cups your face and kisses you tenderly as he starts to thrust at a steady rhythm.

He braces his arms beside your head as his thrusts become more rapid. You know he’s near and you want to climax with him and you start to rub your clit. He hits the right spot and you start to feel the heat rising in your abdomen.

“Good god, Ian you make me feel so good! Don’t stop, I’m about to cum,” you choked.

Ian maintains his rapid rhythm sending you over the edge. You moan his name and arch your chest into him as you’re overcome with pleasure. Your name escapes his mouth at the same time and he collapses onto you, and he continues to ride you, slowing down his pace as you both tide over your orgasms.

He moves to the side and pulls you into a cuddle, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I hope you wake up inspired tomorrow,” he murmurs.

“That’s one hell of a way to cure my frustration,” you declare and you both laugh.

The next morning, you awaken to the sunlight streaming into your room. You check on Ian and see that he’s still asleep. He looks so peaceful sleeping that you suddenly had the urge to draw him. You get up silently so as not to wake him. You grab his shirt off the floor and put it on before grabbing your drawing supplies from the living room.

You prop a chair across him, making sure that where you’re sitting doesn’t obstruct the light hitting his sleeping figure. You prop your knees up to support the sketchbook and you start drawing.

He wakes up in the middle of your sketching.

“Good morning, babe. What are you doing?” he says sleepily.

“Don’t move! Actually, why don’t you rest your head on your left hand, bend your right knee up a little and let your right forearm drape across your stomach,” you instruct him.

“Oh, I’m posing for you now? First thing in the morning?”

“Yes! Pose for me, darling!” you squealed in a fake French accent, causing Ian to laugh.

He obeys and he poses for you even if he just woke up.

Ian poses for you patiently even if it takes you a while to finish your sketch but it’s a Sunday and you’ve all the time in the world. You go back to the bed to show him your work, telling him you’ve finally drawn something you’re proud of.

#christian yu #christian yu scenarios #christian yu imagines #dpr christian #dpr ian #dpr ian scenarios #dpr ian imagines #dpr scenarios #dpr imagines #yu barom #khh #khh smut #dpr smut #khh scenarios #khh imagines #DPR

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bangtanstanst · 2 years

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double trouble | mlist

COLLAB; @bangtanstanst & @jooneos GENRE; smut, fluff, humour, a dash of angst RATING; explicit PAIRING; jeon jungkook/f!reader, christian yu/f!reader, christian yu/jeon jungkook/f!reader, christian yu/jeon jungkook WORDCOUNT; currently 59k AU; tattoo parlour/flower shop!au, roommate!au, friends2lovers WARNINGS; explicit sex, porn with plot, swearing, light dom/sub themes, bicurious!jungkook, switch!jungkook, soft dom!christian, sub!reader, tequila is drunk, consensual tipsy sex, polyamory, unprotected but safe sex, brat!reader, bisexual!christian, hung!christian yu, jealousy, dirty talk, threesome (m/m/f), grinding, oral sex, fingering, double penetration (more warnings in individual chapters)

› SYNOPSIS; a bet with your roommate jungkook gets you in a world of trouble, though you’re not exactly complaining. after all, who wouldn’t love trouble when it comes in the form of the man, the myth, the legend; the tattoo artist across the street, christian motherfucking yu? › NOTE; this started with us just thirsting over christian yu and devolved into a smut collab. we regret nothing. also if you don’t know who christian yu is, my friend, go google him right now. › PLAYLIST › MASTERLISTS; jooneos | bangtanstanst

— PROLOGUE

— CHAPTER ONE

— CHAPTER TWO

— CHAPTER THREE

— CHAPTER FOUR › coming soon.

— CHAPTER FIVE › coming soon.

— EPILOGUE › coming soon.

let us know if you want to be tagged to know as soon as it goes up! :)

#we're just transferring the dt posts to a single blog - apologies that it's not a new update!#jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook fic #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook blurb #christian yu #christian yu smut #christian yu imagine #christian yu fic #bts jeon jeongguk #bts jungkook #bts smut #yu barom #yu barom smut #yu barom fics #yu barom imagines #yu barom fanfic #bts friends to lovers

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wheeooh · 2 years

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A song of RM and DPR IAN would be so powerful and sexy. The collab of my dreams

#kim namjoon #rm bts #rap monster #dpr ian #christian yu #yu barom #i would like that very much #just imagine

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goeatsomelife · 3 years

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Christian Yu SFW & NSFW headcanons:

GUYS who wrote me your requests, I saw them and I’m already working on some of them! if you have any ideas or request, please, send me them, i’m excited to write new pieces, so don’t be shy

that’s probably not all of my ideas, so, maybe, part 2?

Dating Christian Yu would include:

SFW

At first sight you thought he was a bad boy, riding his big and shiny bike, smoking cigarettes seductively. You just couldn't tear your eyes from him, enjoying the view behind the grey smoke coming out of his mouth

He is hypnotizing, making your face blush every time he occasionally glances at you with a smirk

He thinks you are such a cutie, shy and sweet. Absolute opposite of him

So he just unexpectedly for you both asks you out, your reaction adores him

With time he opened up for you showing his cute and dorky side, realizing, that you are the person he was looking for

Oh good His cute smile makes you melt. The way he tilts his head when he chuckles

He loves to make you smile, either it with sweet jokes or cute surprises

He loves cuddling, being a big spoon. His warm hands wrapping you securely on a soft bed, he is squeezing you making you squint in his embrace

He loves to cuddle and don't waste any possibility to wrap his hands around you

Waiting in line to get your MacDonalds order? He is hugging you from behind, sweetly leaning his head on your shoulder and lazily kissing the corner of your mouth

Talking to a neighbor? His hand already hugging your shoulders and lightly caressing your hand

Kisses passionate and sloppy, always eager to get more. Lazy kisses before bed and in the morning

He always supporting you in whatever you want to do

He always encourages you to try new thing together

Traveling in a Van? Hell yeah. You're renting a cozy van to travel around the country

Don’t forget about his bike

He always insisting to drive you to work/college/university in the morning and takes you home

Cold air blowing through your hair, your lips dry and teardrops falling from your eyes, but it always worth it

You hold onto him tight, leaning your head on his back

You are always around when he is making music

"You are my muse Y/N," he is saying one day making you blush and hide under the covers. He will get you out of it anyway and will shower you with sloppy kisses

Spending the night at the studio cuddling to sleep

At first, he protects you from the troubles of his life but in the end, he trusts you with all of his problems

He founds in you a best friend he ever wanted who really cares about him

NSFW

Most of the times even laziest cuddles turning into a heated make-out session

His hands roaming all over your body squeezing your skin whatever he can

Always calls you "Baby girl" holding your face with his fingers to make you turn all of your attention to him

He loves to fuck you fully closed in his studio before or after the session. He always cumm faster only with the thought that someone can walk in

He loves when you're riding him but most of the times he takes control

You're dripping wet when he is pushing his finger into your mouth to make you suck on it, his rings make it even more arousing

Sitting on his lap while he is finger fucking you

He's not afraid to stimulate you under your skirt in the studio when his mates are around

You couldn't resist desire so you ending up in the bathroom, he is fucking you on the counter

You love teasing him showing off some of the sexiest parts of your body, that makes him go crazy

He loves holding your face in his palms making you look at him, your beautiful eyes always make him remember how happy he is having you

#headcanon #headcannon #headcanons #headcannons #christian yu #Christian Yu fluff #christian yu angst #christian yu imagines #christian yu imagine #yu barom #yu barom imagines #yu barom imagine #dpr ian #dpr imagines #dpr scenarios

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khh-and-kactors-reactions · 3 years

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When he finds you wearing his favorite hoodie again.

#christian yu #christian yu reactions #yu barom #dpr #dpr reactions #dream perfect regime #khh #khh reactions #khiphop #reaction #gif is not mine #imagine

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richrubies · 4 years

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Love Languages (Christian Yu x Reader)

➳ genre: angst

➳ masterlist

‘When did you stop?’

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The question was quiet, your tone so soft it was almost a whisper, though to Christian it was as if you’d howled, the loneliness undeniable.

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It was a simple question with a complicated answer.

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When did he stop?

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He couldn’t quite decide—to him there were many reasons; maybe it began with something as simple as finding you were hoarding his hoods, knowing he favoured them most.

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Or was it the way you always made too many portions of food that always went to waste, even when you knew how he felt about it.

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It could have even been the way you used to interrupt him at his desk, nagging him until he had no choice but to put everything on hold to entertain you.

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When did he stop?

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Was it after realising tha t your laugh had begun to grate his ears when it was once his favourite thing about you?

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When did he stop loving you?

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Christian ran a hand over his face and shook his head, not wanting to pick apart the small reasons that had snowballed into this moment, ‘I don’t know.’

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He watched as you nodded, the spark in your eye long gone. He had expected you to cry, but you remained valiant despite your eyes not meeting his.

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The cafe’s music was quiet though it filled the silence between you two as you gazed out to the street, your shoulders slumped and your arms crossing your chest as if it were what held you together.

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Christian nervously bit at his nails as he waited for you to react, to scream, to throw water at him and curse his bloodline, but it never came.

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Instead, you reached across the table and pulled his hand from his lips, chastising him softly; ‘Don’t, you’ll damage your skin again.’

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Christian pulled away as you continued, ‘I guess this is it, huh?’

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You didn’t say much as you stood and told him quietly, ‘I’ll go ahead and get my things from the apartment. It’ll take a few hours.’

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Christian’s chest tightened at your statement but he nodded in agreement. Before you walked away, you unexpectedly pressed your lips to his temple; it was swift and soft and oh so familiar—and then you were gone.

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Christian didn’t return to the apartment until midnight, wanting to give you as much space as possible, and give him time to process his ending of a 2 year relationship.

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The apartment was unusually cold when he walked in. Throwing his keys into the bowl, Christian headed for the bedroom, the strange feeling of sudden loneliness hitting him hard as he noted all of your bits and pieces that one laid around the house had disappeared.

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It’s for the best, Christian told himself, though he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly sad at the loss of his love. It was an unexpected emotion, having truly believed that he was happy with his decision.

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Searching the wardrobe, he noted that his hoodies that you’d claimed over the years were hanging among the rest of his clothes, hanging from one of the pockets was an envelope.

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It was so your style, never good with confrontation he had half assumed you would have left a letter instead; it was almost a relief to see he was right.

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Pulling on the hoodie, he noted it smelt of your perfume, familiar and homely. Opening the envelope, Christian took a seat on the edge of the bed and began to read;

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My Love,

Thank you for the 2 years. I know it couldn’t have been easy doing this. To be honest, I’ve been expecting this for a while now, and I��m tired of having to laugh through the pain of knowing it was coming. Even if you no longer feel the same, my heart has always been yours.

I know you’ve probably already come to terms with our break-up, but I’m still getting there; I think I will be for a while. Even so, please make sure to take care of yourself now that I can’t. There’s food in the fridge, ready for you to eat. I made enough for the week because I know you’ll probably throw yourself into your work and forget. You always do. Make sure you take regular breaks too—I won’t be there to remind you to rest, but please try.

Forever yours,

P.S. I’ve kept one of your hoods. As weird as it sounds, it smells of you and helps me to sleep when you’re not by my side. I guess that’s something I’ll have to start getting used to…but until then...

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He read the letter a third, fourth time, struggling to get past the blur of his forming tears. It was the first time Christian cried for you. Falling back on to the bed, he held the letter to his chest and mourned his loss, his heart aching for you who loved him despite it all.

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When did he stop loving you?

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Christian had begun to fear that perhaps he never did.

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𝙀𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝘿𝙖𝙮

𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒀𝒖 ( DPR +ian / DPRian / DPR ian / Yu Barom )

Genre : fluff ( i think )

Words count : 1558

a/n : this work is inspired by song from Jonghyun. As you can see, i also use the title of the song as this work title. I recommend you to listen to the song while read this writing ☺️

P.s. this is my first time writing at tumblr. I'm not good at English either, tell me if there's anything wrong. Thank you, xoxo 🥰💚

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"I'm home," said Ian while he take off his shoes.

You turn off the stove, and walk towards him.

"Welcome home," you smile and grab his jacket.

You notice there's no smile at his face. You know something is not right.

"Go wash yourself. I'll help rub your back," you push him to the bedroom, hang his jacket, and follow him to the bathroom.

You open the door to find out Ian sit inside the bathtub.

"You'll get a fever if you do that, you know?"

You sit beside the tub and start rubbing his back.

"Am i doing it wrong?" He asked suddenly.

"You what?"

"I always give my best, you know it. But i never happy with the result. I feel like a shit, I'm tired." Now he crying.

"Hey, face me,"

He face you with confused on his face.

You touch his cheek and look at him in the eye.

"Sometimes, it's okay to feel like a shit. It's okay to feel tired. You are human not a robot. All you need is a good sleep, a good food, then you will get a good mood. Trust me! Or maybe you need a beautiful smile so your day will be beautiful too," you give him a wide smile.

He finally smile, "Thank you."

"Now get up, wash yourself for the last time, put a shirt on, I'll prepare the dinner, okay?"

He nod. You smile and left him.

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You turn off the light and close the bathroom door. After dinner, Ian sleep immediately. You lay beside him, kiss his forehead and sleep.

Without you knowing, he wake up, softly touch your cheek and whisper "I promise I'll never leave you. I love you. So much." Kiss your forehead and hug you.

#dpr ian #christian yu #dprianimagine #dpr ian imagine #christian yu imagine #dpr ian fluff #dprianfluff #dpr imagines #fluff imagine #SoundCloud #yu barom

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khh-writings · 5 years

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True Friends - Part 10

Christian’s POV

She walked away. She really did. “Well, good job then, Christian,” she said. He had never heard such hurtful words, not in his entire life. He had never thought he would hear them, ever. But it was happening.

And he couldn’t help it. He walked behind her, making sure she didn’t notice he was there. And when she walked past her house he thought she would go to see him, that she would then take her phone and call him, and he would go and rescue her and make her forget about him. He couldn’t help but hate Dabin. Fuck. Why him? Everything was messed up because of him.

But she didn’t do it. She didn’t pick her phone, nor she seemed to go anywhere. She was just wandering through the streets like a lost soul. He knew Dabin wasn’t the person to blame for that. It was his fault.

He tried to leave her be, to go away. But he couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t.

So he just kept walking behind her, like some weird stalker, like he was nothing to her anymore. Luckily, even after 3 long hours of wandering, she decided to go home. And she didn't notice he was there. He could let her go home, where he knew she would cry herself to sleep.

That thought was enough to destroy him completely, so he couldn't do anything but go hope and just get drunk. He drank and drank, even knowing he had to go to work the next day. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. That's when he made a decision.

He was aware of being drunk, but he took some paper and a pen anyway. Maybe his words wouldn't make sense, maybe he would write more than he should, but writing was the only way. So he took the pen clumsily and looked at the blank paper. He started writing, and he wrote and wrote until he needed more paper. Then, he stopped.

Actually, it was back then, when she had done that.

Of course, she had always been beautiful, no matter how mad, sad or happy she was, she always had that look, those deep eyes. He had noticed, when they weren't children anymore, how incredibly gorgeous she was. Everybody picked on her, both guys and girls. Guys, because they liked her, as a pathetic and childish attempt to catch her attention. Girls, maybe envy, maybe because they liked her, too. She didn't realise, but he did. And he had the same thoughts as the rest of them, he was just as silly and permanently horny as the rest. That's why he protected her so much, stood up for her.

Not that she needed his help. She was the strongest, most ill-tempered person he had ever met. But he couldn't help it. Nobody would ever hurt her, not even himself. She was his friend.

And then, when he had finally managed to clear his mind, when he had abandoned every strange and new feeling about her, then she had done that.

But everything had been a dream, it wasn't real, was it?

It was. And when he realised...

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There was a tense atmosphere in the office. He had barely said 'hey' to Dabin, and he had hurriedly got to work. However, his mind was somewhere else. From time to time, he just kept gazing at the manager's office, but no one was there.

"Bunny, I brought some coffee for you!"

Oh, no. He had completely forgotten about her, and he just couldn't bear this, not now. She put a steaming cup of coffee on his table and then hugged him.

"I don't want coffee."

"But..."

He didn't let her go on.

"I said I don't want coffee. Just leave me alone."

Her arms vanished suddenly. He guessed she just went to her desk, probably feeling embarrassed because of him. Everyone was looking at him, surprised. And he didn't need to look at Dabin, he could almost physically sense his eyes on him. He didn't care.

Not even a minute passed after the manager arrived in the office and he was already knocking on the door.

"What made you change your mind," the manager said raising an eyebrow.

"I think I just need a change."

"Well, in that case, it's settled. Don't worry, it won't be for too long."

"The later I come back, the better."

In the office, everyone was working. Julie looked at him for a moment. She seemed upset.He would have to send her a text message later to let her know it was over.

Maybe, he was a monster after all.

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His apartment looked, somehow, empty. His suitcase wasn't too big, he would leave most of his stuff there, but it was as if the place had been empty for a long time. He wondered if that would be what he would feel when he came back. He didn't know when would he come back, though. It was scary, but at the same time exciting. Maybe, he could start over. Maybe, he wouldn't even come back. The office in New York was huge, big projects there. Maybe, it was his chance.

He took the latter he had written the previous night. Reading it now, it barely seemed legible. His handwriting was shaky and the words, confusing.

He held the paper in between his thumbs and index fingers, ready to tear it. Actually, that letter represented him more than he first thought. The words were just like him, like his feelings for her. He sighed. They say drunk people always tell the truth.

He put the letter in his pocket, took his suitcase and left his apartment.

In the street, a taxi was waiting for him.

"To the airport, please."

"Okay, let's go."

Streets were full of people and noises, everything so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. He knew no one, he distinguished no sound. Until he saw it, one of the places in the city he knew most.

"Sir, could you stop here for a moment."

Before leaving the car, he reached for the letter, still inside his pocket.

#christian yu #dpr christian #dpr ian #dpr live #DPR #christian yu scenarios #christian yu scenario #khh scenarios #khh imagine #Chris yu #barom yu #scenarios #khiphop scenario #khiphop fanfics

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yoonia · 5 years

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Chance Encounter | 05

➬ Title | Chance Encounter

➬ Summary | Sometimes your fangirling can cause you a lot of problems. Add alcohol and your clumsy thumb into the mix, followed by waking up to an accidental DM getting sent on Instagram, and your life changes forever. The entire mess leads you to an odd form of friendship with the man who you had always admired. But what happens when your two worlds collide, blurring the lines between reality and dreams? Will you be able to return to your real-life once this is over?

➬ Prompt | Inspired by the infamous DM mishap which happened to me sometime ago, so I decided to just write the whole thing down as a cute reminder.

➬ Pairings | Christian Yu ( DPR +IAN / Yu Barom ) x reader

➬ Genre | Teacher’s Aide!AU, College!AU, Fluff, Future Smut

➬ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; Lots of fluff ahead and lots of extra Ian loving involved, including: kissing, making out, grinding, dry humping, breast fondling, neck kissing, cuddling. Note: characters might be sightly drunk, but everything that happens are consensual.

➬ Word count | 8.700 words

➬ Story Masterlist: Chance Encounter | ⤎ Previous Chapter | Next Chapter ⇢

➥ Author’s Note | What better way to celebrate Ian’s birthday and celebrate it by reviving this dying series? I know it has taken one hundred and million years, but now it’s back. To be fair, I gave this series a long hiatus because my writing style has changed a lot since I started writing this story. As of September 2019, the previous chapters have been re-written to fit my new style and some changes in the plot had been done. Anyway, here’s Christian for you.

Chapter Five

This is not how you had expected this night was going to end.

Everything that happened between the time you left home to the time you were pulled so abruptly from the party became a blur. You could barely remember having all the good times reuniting with all the people you knew and meeting up with all the new ones, or the fun of dancing along with the music you loved so much. The only thing you can remember when you close your eyes is the fright you felt as you were being dragged out of the party.

You had never seen or remembered Jaewon being that hostile as how he had appeared tonight. He may have hurt you in the past with his words and his actions, but never once did he ever touch you the wrong way or hurt you physically as he did at the party. You could tell that he was drunk. You could hear it in his voice, smelled it when he leaned close to you, and felt it when he grabbed your wrist and started pulling you away after you had refused to come with him.

Your whole body shudders as the previous event starts coming back to you, along with the fear he had ignited in you. Even your wrist is now pulsing with pain, right at the mark which his rough manhandling had left behind.

“Is everything okay?” Christian’s voice startles you that you nearly jump off the floor.

Coming back to the present, you become aware that you have been wrapping your arms around yourself and you have your hands clamped around your upper arms, a natural reaction to protect yourself from the bad memory. You slowly turn around, finding another part of the night that had happened completely unplanned.

You were incredibly blessed to have Christian coming to whisk you away from Jaewon before things turned ugly. Although what happened later was completely unexpected. You were overwhelmed with everything that had happened that you failed to keep yourself together and ended up letting slip the unascertainable feelings you have for him. But when you had thought he would leave and ignore the revelation, he appeared at your door instead.

“I-I’m fine,” you mutter softly, all while focusing on your breathing and willing your heartbeat to stop pacing so intensely as what it is doing now. “The, uh—the coffee will be ready in a minute,” you tell him before quickly turning around, facing the coffee maker in an attempt to avoid his deep gaze.

Ever since you had opened the door for him, he had been keeping his eyes on you, looking at you as if he is trying to solve a puzzle. Even with your back facing him, you can still feel the heat of his gaze, and it has you tightening your arms around you more.

Keeping your eyes on the dripping coffee in front of you, you fail to notice it when he leaves his seat and makes his way towards you, until you feel his hands gently touching your shoulders.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he whispers, his voice deep and his body feels warm, and his touch sends your body heat rising. Christian moves his hands up and down your now bare arms, feeling the goosebumps that have risen on your skin. “Are you cold? You probably shouldn’t have taken that cardigan off so you could stay warm.”

Every soft brush of his touches on your skin is sending electric shocks all over your body, but you have no urge to fight it off. Instead, you let yourself fall back to him, allowing him to press his front on your back.

“It’s not that at all, really. I’m not cold,” you murmur softly, slightly distracted by his body heat. “And I had to take it off. I was starting to feel hot,” you add, without admitting that being in the room with him was the sole reason why your body was heating up.

“Hmm—” you hear him humming softly, merely seconds before you feel him leaning down. He gently tucks your hair to the side, and the next thing you feel is his soft, warm breath falling on the side of your neck. “That’s not the reason why I prefer to have you keep that cardigan on,” he says, murmuring softly against your skin.

You hold your breath as you anticipate his next move, and to know what he is about to say next, only to have him suddenly pulling back just when the coffee maker is blinking as a sign that your coffee is ready.

“Let me,” he says, breaking the moment as he brushes against you and pours the coffee into the two mugs you have prepared.

You say nothing as you watch him move around in your kitchen, as if he belongs there. You are still speechless even as he turns to hand you the smouldering hot coffee, which you receive with a smile and a soft murmur of, “Thank you.”

Before you have a chance to move to the nearest stool, Christian takes your free hand and leads you away. “Come on, let’s get comfy so we could talk.”

Your legs seem to move on their own as you let him guide you both towards the living room, where he then leads you to sit with him on your small comfy sofa. Your heartbeat has been escalating when you have your fingers entwined with his, completely engulfed in his big hand, and you feel slightly disappointed when he lets you go.

Although not for long.

Because it takes only seconds for Christian to scoot closer to you once he is seated, once again letting you feel his warmth as your thighs are pressed against each other. Moving his arm around your shoulders, he pulls you closer to him. “Warm?”

The only thing you could do is nod, not knowing how much your voice would betray you should you force yourself to speak.

After taking a few gulps of the hot drink, your body feels way more relaxed now that you could even lean back into his embrace once you have placed the mug away. “Why did you come back?” you finally say, earning his soft smile. Once he has placed his own drink onto the table, he reaches out to grab your hand gently in his.

“I just couldn’t leave,” he admits with a sigh. His eyes look soft and solemn as he returns your gaze.

“Is it because of what I said? I already told you to forget it. I was—”

“I don’t want to forget it,” he is quick to cut you off. His voice sounds firm yet gentle, but it does do its deed in shutting you off.

“Why?” you wonder loudly, looking into his eyes to find the truth.

Christian shakes his head. A soft chuckle slips out and he looks down, watching closely at his fingers as he gently brushes your wrist, the one with the red mark, with his thumb. “I can’t explain it. I can’t even explain what it is about you that has me thinking about you all the time.”

“You—think about me?”

“Always,” he says, looking up to meet your eyes. “It’s like you have been engraved in my mind and I have no idea how to deal with it. I couldn’t even stop thinking about you while I was away.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying—” he stops, his eyes trailing down to look at your lips, which he reaches soon after with his finger. “That I think,” he whispers while grazing the tip of his finger lightly along your lips. “I might like you to.”

Your words fail you, when you are still trying to process everything, something you have problems doing when his touch does wonders to your body. But then you notice the uncertainty in his voice, something you share so deeply, and something you see in his eyes as your eyes meet each other again. “But you’re not sure about it.”

Christian only smiles, soft and solemn when he says, “I’m still trying to grasp this—” he moves his hand to reach yours again and hold it tightly, which you return by entwining your fingers with his. You find it that you love having his hand on yours; holding your hand, touching your hair and skin, tracing your lips, and start wondering how good it would feel if he ever touches you anywhere else.

“I’m trying to understand what I’m feeling. All I know is that I love being around you, I love talking to you. Meeting you and knowing you have been such an interesting experience, especially how things had started,” he says, grinning when he sees you blushing and rolling his eyes on the mention of the mishap that had brought you together. “But, aside from all of that. I just want to be close to you. Always. And I want to take care of you, keep you safe.”

Your heartbeat picks up once again. As usual, you try to brush his words off into something else, just to repress the hope that has always made its appearance each time he says such a thing. He must have noticed it, having allowed you to do it so many times before, because he quickly adds, “And no, not because I am a teacher, or a mentor, or whatever title you keep giving me. This is what I want, what I feel.”

And there it is, the confirmation which you had been so scared to hear. But you release a deep breath and you let it all in, accepting it as it is. “I—don’t know how to explain this either,” you finally admit to him, to which he responds with a smile.

“Is that what you meant back in the car? What you said to me?”

You nod. “I’m also still trying to understand why I always feel nervous when I’m with you, or why my chest feels so tight when I’m close to you like this, and whenever you are being so nice to me like you did tonight, or that night when you took care of me when I got drunk.” It seems that the moment you let the truth comes out, things just start flowing out, revealing themselves to the surface.

Ironically, when you think about the night where you came to join him and his friends in the terrible mood and then earlier at the party, you realise that at both times when you appeared the weakest to his eyes were when you had Jaewon coming to you to mess with your emotions.

Biting your lips, you push the thoughts away and try to focus on him. To what is happening now. And you continue to reveal what has been bothering you. “I have admired you for so long, and I don’t know if this attraction had all come from that, or—” you stop, looking away sheepishly before you add, “—or if I’m feeling this way as a girl having a terrible, deep crush on a very nice guy.”

Christian touches your chin and gently leads you to look up, meeting his eyes and his sweet smile. “Don’t you want to know the answer to that?”

“I’m afraid to,” you whisper softly, shaking your head when you see him trying to say something. You need to voice this out, before you could no longer admit it. “You don’t understand, I—” you stop to breathe in when you choke out the words, the moment Jaewon once again comes to your mind. “I’ve been through something like this in the past, and before I realise I was getting in too deep with my feelings, everything went all south and I’m scared that will happen again. I can’t.”

“I’m also afraid, but I want to know if this feeling is real. Don’t you?”

He tightens his hand around your smaller ones when he said it, as if he needs you to consider it and to find it in you to feel the same. You could only nod when you realise that you do want to.

His smile grows back once more, looking terribly nervous when he asks you, “Then why don’t we try and see it for ourselves?”

“What do you mean? How?”

“Go out with me?” He immediately asks, reminding you of your promise next, “You already promised to join me for a drink, remember? I’ve already set my mind on making that night special for you, not like our usual meet up after classes.”

“You have? But you said—”

“I know what I said,” he says, looking away shyly as he admits it. “I just—didn’t think you would agree to go with me if I had said otherwise. I won’t regret using my position as a reason to ask you out. But now, it’s different.”

When he stops yet keeps staring at you with hopeful eyes, you immediately figure out what he is trying to say. “You’re going to make it as a date, then?”

He smiles again. “Yes, a real date.”

“Just one date?”

He chuckles. “Well, I was hoping that we see how things go from there. Isn’t that the point?” He asks, raising his brows. “Now that what I’m feeling is out in the open and I know that you are feeling the same, I’m not backing down to just have one night with you,” he firmly says, then softens his voice when he continues, “We can take things slow. We’ll go on your pace, however you want it to go.”

You keep your eyes on him, completely lost for words. You resist the urge to slap your own face and see if this is just a dream. A silly, drunken dream. But then you feel your heartbeat pacing, your blood rushing from your chest to the tip of your fingers, and you feel his hand clutching on yours again, as if he is gently coaxing you silently. If only your heartbeat could pace even faster, it probably would.

Is this really happening, you wonder to yourself, while you can feel the answer, the word ‘Yes!’ already at the tip of your tongue, ready to push itself forward and escape through your lips. Unfortunately, your insecurities move faster as it rises to the surface, reminding you of the situation where you are in.

“I can’t. We can’t. Do this, I mean,” your words start coming out.

Shaking your head, you try to ignore the way your chest is tightening at the thought of pushing him away. Because you want him, and you want things the same way he does. You could feel it in you and you can see it in his eyes. But you also know what you will be getting into if you listen to your needs instead of the logic that was supposed to be in control.

And it is making it even harder to listen to logic now, when he is still leaning so close that you can feel his whole body exceeding warmth and his dark gaze is locked on your lips. Not to mention, the way his hands are on you, rubbing gently against your skin.

It takes a moment before he reacts. You watch as he is slowly furrowing his eyebrows, looking more curious rather than dejected when he had never expected you to turn him down. The confusion in his eyes as he looks up to meet your gaze makes him look terribly lost and cute. Too adorable to your eyes, while at the same time, dangerously tempting.

“Why not?” he asks, with a bit of whining at the end. When he suddenly pouts, you could tell that he had already seen right through you and he obviously knows that you had never truly meant every word you just said.

You bite back the urge to groan. “Because of so many reasons. I mean, aside from you being my idol, and now, mentor. I don’t know anything else about you. And speaking of mentoring, aren’t there supposed to be rules about teachers and students dating on campus—”

“So, are you telling me that you’re afraid of bending the rules?” he cuts you off, looking incredibly amused himself. You can also tell that he is trying to bite back his grin.

Your brows rise up in the same manner as his are rising at you. “Aren’t you?”

Christian shrugs. “First of, I can’t say I have anything to worry about when I’ll only be teaching at your campus for just this one term. Secondly, I guess it’s a bit too late to worry about that now, right? I think I’ve bent the rules too many times already since the first time I took this job. From overworking my students, giving my teaching assistant extra working hours outside of class, taking my students out and buying them alcohol on school nights, kissing a student—”

“Kissing?”

You can feel your heart making a sudden leap inside your chest that you gasp aloud, your eyes shooting wide open at this new information you had no knowledge of. And the surprise has you stuttering the questions which you cannot help but voice out—

“Who? When? Wha—Who?”

Your reaction seems to please him. And the way his lips are slightly turning into a wicked grin only shows you how much it does. “Oh, that last one hasn’t been done,” he chuckles. “Yet.”

And then, he leans in, moving closer, until his plump lips are brushing gently at the corner of yours, letting you feel his warm breath when he murmurs—

“Until now.”

Before you could say anything, or process what he had meant, his hand finds your chin and holds you in place, before he gently presses his lips against yours. It feels light as a feather at first, hesitant, as if he is trying to gauge on your reaction first. When he soon realises that you are not pushing him away, he slides his hand through your hair to bring your face to him and leans in for another kiss, instantly pressing a bit harder as he no longer holds back.

Once you regain from the initial shock, the moment it dawns to you that he is kissing you, it doesn’t take you long to succumb into it and return his kiss with a throaty moan. You can feel his smile forming into the kiss, before he pushes more, moulding your lips together while slanting his head to deepen the kiss even further. Shock explodes behind your eyes, and you feel like you are swaying a little under the wave of heat he is igniting in you.

His tongue slips to part your lips and pushes in, making a deep sound that is filled with desire and sending it vibrating into your mouth, a new sound you had never heard coming from him before and damn it if you are not loving it. When your tongue dances against his, your hands reach their way to his chest, holding you up against him as you clutch your fingers on his shirt. You can feel his hands wandering in your back, before he suddenly pulls you, making you yelp lightly into the kiss as he easily lifts you up into his lap.

You pull back with a gasp, only to have him chasing you, quickly locking his lips on yours again, as if he couldn’t allow you to get away for too long. His hands travel down onto your bottom, pressing you in against his front. As you feel his desire poking at your center, the sound you make echoes his passionate one, rising louder when your body reacts and you start grinding yourself against him.

Somewhere along the line, you are lost in the fiery passion you are sharing with him that you barely realise it when his body falls back on the sofa, bringing you along with him. The next thing you know, you are straddling on top of him while he is lying on his back. Your head falls back as his lips move lower, trailing soft, open mouth kisses along your jaw and he pulls you up lightly so he could start kissing down your neck.

Your chest rises and falls with heaving breaths, your heartbeat starts thrumming wildly in your chest, and any word you are trying to make become incoherent even in your hazy mind. The only sounds you can make slip out as short gasps and moans, all of which he echoes with his deep ones. His hungry kisses keep on going towards your shoulder, and it is then when you finally realise that the straps from your dress had slid off your shoulders and down to your arms.

A squeal slips out when he lightly bites your skin. “What happened to—” you gasp, just as his hot kiss returns to the nape of your neck, suddenly finding the soft skin where you are most sensitive at, “—to taking things slow?”

He groans deeply and tightens his hands around your waist, keeping you still while holding himself back. “This is what I meant when I said I preferred it if you had kept the cardigan on,” he murmurs against your skin, before trailing his kisses back up, until he finds your lips again. “You’re just so irresistible,” he grunts against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip and sucking it lightly before whispering, “I’ve wanted to do that since I picked you up earlier for the party.”

His words make you whimper, still finding it hard to believe that he is actually thinking of doing such a thing to you, to think about you that way before any of you had ever found out what you were feeling to each other.

And it baffles you even more when he suddenly adds, “Remember the day when you came to the shoot? I could hardly concentrate when I had you there beside me. I thought bringing you along would help me cause I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I had wanted to see you so badly I could barely focus on anything. But then I couldn’t look away and wanted you to be near me all the time.”

Overwhelmed with his admissions, you lean forward and initiate the kiss this time, taking his soft lips, drinking in his shock gasps as you devour him with the same intensity he gave you earlier. His growl that comes out sends warmth pooling at the juncture of your thighs. Which only becomes more prominent when you can feel his bulge poking hard from beneath his belt buckle, pressing against your center. Once again, your body takes over, your hips moving back and forth along his full length, which has him moving his hips, reacting along to your rhythm.

“Oh, God—” you gasp out with a little cry of shock, breaking the kiss when his bulge hits right at your folds, while his hands somehow find their way to touch the under the curve of your breasts, both touches are sending intense electric shocks of pleasure running down your whole body that you feel like you are close to explode to bits in his hands.

“Slow—” he gasps, moving his hands lower where he grabs your hips to keep you still as he does his best to hold back from grinding up against you, “—we’re taking this slow.”

You hold back the whimper that is threatening to come out as the rush slowly dies down. “Yeah, we should do that,” you moan out to him, humming softly when he takes your lips yet again, although you can feel his ragged breathing slowly settling down.

Christian kisses the tip of your nose once he ends the kiss, but keeps his forehead pressing on yours. “I guess we need to stop before it gets too far too soon,” he whispers with a soft smile, even though the dark lust in his eyes is still clear when you meet his gaze. “But did I succeed? Was that a yes?”

You blink your eyes a few times before you remember. Oh right, you were trying to give him an answer—

“To the date?”

“To everything,” he says, letting his smile grow, as if he already knows what you are about to say.

“Yes,” you finally say to him, still slightly breathless. “Definitely. I want to see where this goes.”

“Finally,” he mutters with a sigh and pulls you into his chest, making you giggle against his shoulder. You feel him placing a few soft kisses at your temple, his warm breath falling on your hair before he slowly starts loosening his arms around you so you could push yourself up against his chest. “Just one last kiss before I tuck you into bed?”

“You’re tucking me to bed tonight?” you ask him, feeling all warm and shy just to think about it.

He chuckles, the deep sound he is making vibrates through your body and it makes you smile with him. “I am. At least it gives me a good reason to stay longer without having to actually join you in it tonight.”

“Okay,” you whisper, biting your lips as you feel your cheeks warming up to the thought. “Then kiss me.”

Christian gives you another beautiful smile, before leaning up once again to give you another searing kiss that flips your heart into wild, fluttering bliss.

You never made it to the bedroom.

But neither did Christian ever make it out the door and leave.

The kiss he had given you with the promise of being the last one before he was planning to go home ended up not being the last. Instead, it had led you into another heated make-out session which left you hot and needy, and in the end, leaving you both feeling too spent to move away from the sofa. The furthest you had managed to go was to crawl onto the thick rug at the center of the living room.

He did, however, managed to keep his promise of tucking you to sleep. He had covered you with a thin blanket which you had left on the sofa before you finally fell asleep. With Christian feeling just as tired and spent as you were, added with the old habit of his of getting sleepy after drinking, he had joined you under that blanket instead of leaving, holding you in his warm embrace as he slept.

Your whole body feels warm when you are finally awakened from sleep. The stiffness on your back is the first thing you notice before you even manage to open your eyes, before the warmness that is engulfing you becomes clear. You turn your head into your pillows, in the need of pressing the pounding headache that is rising in your wake, only to be met with a hard and warm surface instead, which is beating softly underneath your touch.

“Good morning,” a deep raspy voice whispers to you, and your eyes shoot open, instantly jumping up from the ground when you find your face being buried in a hard chest. Although with a strong arm still wrapped around your shoulders, you could never go too far from him.

Christian chuckles as he watches you looking up with a shock. But as you finally remember what had happened last night, and recognise his face, you slowly start to relax in his hold and let him pulls you back in.

Dropping back onto his shoulder, you let out a groan. “Morning,” you whisper to him, hiding your face from his eyes.

“Hey, stop hiding,” he says, catching your chin with his fingers, making you look up at him. The moment you meet his eyes again, his smile grows wider. “Hey, there.”

“Hey,” you murmur softly with your chin resting on his chest. “You’re still here.”

He shrugs. “I didn’t think it would be right to leave you after last night.”

You raise your brows at that, before scoffing. “You really think that? Or was it that you were too sleepy to go?” you tease him with a grin, which he mirrors with his sheepish one.

“Both,” he chuckles when he knows that there is no point in lying when it was clear that you saw him yawning after kissing you senseless. You were the one who had pulled him to lie down with you, after all. “But I should probably go soon. I have work to do and you have a class to go to.”

You let out a groan when you suddenly realise that it is in the middle of the week still, and you have one class to go to this afternoon. “Oh, right. Remind me not to go to parties or out drinking the night before class, please.”

Christian chuckles, and with your head lying on his shoulder, you feel it as his whole body shakes with it. “I’ll remember that,” he says, planting a kiss on top of your head.

“Want some coffee and breakfast before you go?” you offer him, sighing at the thought of having to push yourself away from him and let him go. If only you could stay like this the whole day—

“Hmm—I don’t know. I think it’s too comfy to get up now,” he says, making your heart flutter knowing that he feels just the same.

Sadly, no matter how much you prefer to stay like this forever, you really need to get up. “No, come on,” you say to him while pushing yourself up, forcing him to let you go from his embrace. Going up to your knees, you take his wrists and try to pull him up. “Get up, big guy.”

“No,” he whines, not even making an effort to push himself up no matter how hard you pull.

“Oh, come on.”

He opens his eyes, showing you a glint of mirth for a brief moment and a sly smirk, before he suddenly pulls you in instead of giving in, making you fall over his chest. “What—” as you try to push yourself up, he wraps both arms around you, holding you close and stopping you from moving.

“Just stay like this for a minute. Is that okay?”

You look up, sighing and giving in when he seems so determined to not let you go. “Fine, just five more minutes.”

With that, he merely grins.

But he then pulls your chin up, slanting his head a little so he could connect his lips onto yours. Within seconds, you end up lying on your back with him hovering on top of you, his lips devouring yours in fiery passion, drowning your gasps and moans, your legs wrapped around his middle, and his hands tracing the curve of your body. Continuing what you shared with him before you fell asleep last night, he keeps breathing you in with passionate kisses until you forget everything you have planned for the day.

It took you nearly an hour later before you finally left the cosy rug and folded the blanket away to start moving.

After taking turns using your small bathroom to wash up, you have coffee and an extremely late breakfast served for both of you. You fall into a comfortable silence as you delve into the meal; the simple plate of toasts, fried eggs and some cut fruits. You really need to go get some groceries soon.

Christian has his hand over the backrest of your seat as you sit on his left, occasionally grazing his palm on your shoulder as he eats. You can also feel his eyes glancing your way a few times when you are not looking. There is no doubt that he has questions about what happened last night, about Jaewon, and everything that entails regarding your ex. So you aren’t truly surprised when he places his coffee down and finally starts asking,

“I didn’t want to ask you this last night, since I didn’t want you to go back to relive everything when you had just started to recover from the shock,” he starts while gently playing with your hair to grab your attention. “You don’t even have to answer me this, but—who was that boy to you? What did he want?”

Turning to him, you nibble on your lips for a moment before answering, “Jaewon, he was my ex. Well, sort of.”

There is no doubt that Christian knows him, or at least have heard about him if they don’t know each other personally, with both of them working in the same field. You can see it in his eyes when it finally dawns on him. “What you said to me last night, when you mentioned about going through something similar—was it related to him?”

Reluctantly, you nod your head. You cannot help but grimace when you remember everything that you have been through with Jaewon just months ago. You have always tried your best not to remember or to think about it when the wound was still fresh. For some reason, it feels less painful when you look back at it now.

Christian tilts his head. Noticing that you have fallen silent, he traces his thumb along your chin and smiles softly. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.”

Shaking your head, you catch his wrist before he has the chance to pull away and playfully kiss the tip of his thumb. “I want to. I promised, remember?”

He has his eyes watching your lips before he finally reacts, his brows creasing when he asks you, “Really? When?”

“That night, when I called you after we met at the bar. You were asking if something was wrong because I was acting strange, and I promised to share—” you start telling him, unable to hold back the smile that is coming to the surface as you remember how he had taken care of you that night. Exhaling a deep breath, you continue the story. “That was the night when Jaewon first came to see me, right when I was heading to see you.”

Holding both his hands on yours, you take another deep breath.

“You see—” you start again once you are ready to tell him everything. Christian only nods and weaves his fingers between yours to encourage you. “We met during my time working on this music show where he was appearing on. I saw him on stage, listened to his work, and started to admire him after watching him for a while. It was an instant attraction since day one and things just bloomed after I gathered the courage to talk to him after a show.

“We started meeting each other and we went out on dates. At first, I kept my distance and took my time because it was basically the first time I’ve been in that kind of relationship, and I needed time to be able to tell whether what I felt for him was simply an admiration or if it was pure infatuation, seeing that I started as a fan before turning into something else. But we continued seeing each other until I started liking him for real, and we decided to continue going out.”

You pull Christian’s hands closer as you keep on going, for the next part was the most painful part to look back on. Something that you had wished you could erase from your memories.

“He had always been so nice and friendly to his friends and his fans, and I’ve always been okay with that. It was, after all, one of his charms which I liked about him so much. So I didn’t question it when I found out he was spending more time with them than he did with me. He would still come to see me after he was done with his things anyway, so I’ve always been okay about it,” you tell him with a shrug. “But when he went away with his friends, both male and female, even invited his fangirls to go along with him to celebrate his birthday without bothering to ask me, everyone around me started asking questions. Since I couldn’t confront him, my friend did it to me.”

Christian raises his brows. “Your friend?”

Rolling your eyes, you finally confess. “Momo did. She came to see him and asked him why he preferred to go on a trip with other people instead of taking me when he was dating me. All he said was—

“Girlfriend? She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t see her like that. I enjoy spending time with her but that’s it.”

Your voice gets caught in your throat for a moment, before you could finally talk again. “Apparently, he had told everyone around him that I was nothing but a loyal fan who he liked to keep on his side. He loved all the attention and the affection he got from me, but that’s it. I meant nothing more than just that.”

You close your eyes, remembering the day when you confronted him. His words are still clear in your memories as the way he had told them to you then.

“If you don’t want anything else from me, then what is it what you want?” —was what you asked of him when you found him after a show. It was late at night, and he was drunk, keeping the usual habit of his upon receiving free drinks after performing in nightclubs.

All he did as a response was to give you a scoff. He didn’t even bother to look at you when he said, “Look, I thought we had fun? I can’t promise you anything but if you’re looking for something serious, then I’m sorry, because I don’t feel that way for you.”

It was clear that he no longer wanted you around, judging from the way he kept leaning away from you and how he kept glancing at his friends, as if he would rather return to them instead of arguing with you and explaining himself. The last thing you said to him then was, “Then I’m sorry for wasting my time for you. Have a nice life,” before turning away and never looking back to him, or even bothering to contact him ever again.

By the time you are done, Christian wraps his arms around you. Right in the middle of your story, in the fit of rage, he had pulled you onto his lap and had kept you there as he continued to listen. Engulfed in his warmth and comfort, you feel calm and steady, content even, with the fact that you have finally let that part of your past free.

“What does he want from you now?” he whispers, while he continues to kiss your hair, something which he has been doing since you had ended up being pressed against his chest.

Resting your head on his shoulder to relish in his warmth, you whisper softly. “He came that night to my workplace saying that he was sorry, and that he wanted to try again. Just the thought of it made me—I don’t know, I didn’t even bother to listen and just left him there without giving an answer. Just seeing him again after months of absolutely nothing broke me apart when I had thought I was doing much better off without him.”

Christian presses his lips on your forehead. “That’s why you seemed so troubled that night.”

Pushing yourself away, you meet his eyes and smile at him. “I’m sorry for making you worried,” you murmur to him before giving him a chaste kiss, right at his lips. He closes his eyes as he revels in it, his gaze turning softer and darker when he opens them again.

“I will always worry about you,” he says. “Then what happened last night?”

You merely shrug. “He said he wanted to talk about it, then he got mad when I said I didn’t want anything to do with him. Not when he was approaching me the way he did.”

Christian shakes his head and tightens his arms around you. “He didn’t have to manhandle you like that. To hurt you in public only because you refused to give him time—”

“He was drunk.”

“Being intoxicated is never a good reason for a guy to be rude to a woman or to treat anyone inappropriately,” he firmly says, meeting your eyes as if he wants to make the point clear. You cup his face with your palms, trying your best to calm him down when you could feel the rage emitting from his body.

“I might still have to see him and hear what he has to say, just to get things over with and have him stop bothering me,” you tell him, only to have him giving you a light scoff.

“You’re not seeing him alone.”

Biting back your smile, you merely nod and kiss his lips gently. “I won’t. I promise. You can come with me if you want.”

Returning your kiss by giving you a deeper, and a more passionate one, he murmurs against your lips, “I’ll come with you wherever you want to go. As long as you’ll have me.”

By the time your classes are over, you quickly make a run for it towards the neighbouring building, right where Momo’s last class of the day should be.

Her class has yet to finish when you reach her floor, and you end up pacing back and forth down the hallway, across the locked doors, as you wait for her to emerge from the room. As you start losing your patience, and annoyed at the attention you are getting from the passing crowd, you pull your phone out and start up a chat.

You: Why are you not out yet?

You: I’m right outside your classroom

MyMoo: Hold your pants on for a minute. The prof is still giving us a long list of things to work on for our essay

You: Tell her to hurry up!

MyMoo: What am I, her boss? I’m not the director of the faculty

MyMoo: Just hang on for a minute

MyMoo: Are you really that desperate on going for that shopping or what?

MyMoo: Those bikinis can wait, you know

Shopping?

You look down on the phone, nearly facepalming yourself when you realise that you had completely forgotten about the plans you have made with her. You had promised to go shopping with her after today’s lectures. And yes, it is for the purpose of getting a new pair of bikinis.

One might look at it as a terrible idea, as it is currently the middle of autumn. But there is a concrete reason why you have been excited about it. Or at least, you were, before your priorities suddenly changed in a matter of days, in the form of Christian Yu.

Momo’s father had just finished building a new jacuzzi at their house, after saving up money and building it bits by bits for the whole year. Having grown close to her and her family since the first day you knew each other, you had shared their excitement upon having the fancy jacuzzi and had agreed to join Momo to try it on this weekend. With a new pair of bikinis as a part of the celebration. Momo’s idea, not yours. And as always, you could never say no to her.

You: Actually…

You: I had totally forgotten about that

You: But we’re still going on that shopping spree

MyMoo: So what’s with the rush?

MyMoo: What’s going on?

You: We need to talk…

You: Something more important happened

MyMoo: More important than my Dad’s jacuzzi? More important than having a fancy hot bath in my humble abode?

You: Yes

MyMoo: and new bikinis? That I’M PAYING FOR?

You: It’s bigger

You watch the dots forming and her name blinking as a sign that she’s busy typing, and you do all you could to hold back from grinning to yourself.

MyMoo: girl why are you putting me up to this?

MyMoo: just tell me what the fuck it is! I can’t handle the suspense!

You: Then come on out quick and I’ll tell you!

MyMoo: listen

MyMoo: I’m about ready to bolt right out the door to kick your ass right now

Before you could finish typing a response, the wooden doors to her classroom are pushed open and the students come rushing out. Among them is Momo, who brushes past the group of students blocking her way towards you. It doesn’t take her long to reach you, and she immediately links her arm to yours and starts dragging you away to find a more secluded place, wanting to not only be the first, but the only one to hear your news. Whatever it is you are about to share.

“Now talk,” she quickly demands you once you are both hidden in an empty girls’ room. She stands right in front of you with her arms crossed, raising her brows as you start grinning ear to ear.

“I’m dating Christian.”

This time, it is her scream that echoes through the whole floor.

“Are you sure it was okay for you to let me in on your secret? I thought this teacher dating student thing is supposed to be kept a secret if you don’t want to have any of you getting expelled.”

You are finally at the mall, sharing a cup of gelato with Momo after having a long talk. You had kept her up to speed with everything that had happened to you in the span of 24 hours since you met her last; from the party, Jaewon, and the night you shared with Christian. Minus the heated details on the last one, though.

You only shake your head. “I talked about it with Christian. He knows that you always know about everything that happens to me, with you being there for me since I’ve been through it all and you would kill me if I keep you in the dark. I also told him that you were the only one who knows about what my magical thumb did,” you say to her, lifting your thumb and wiggling it in the air in reference to the DM mishap in the past.

Momo laughs at the memory. “Yeah, we do share our secrets,” she says with a wink. “But will it be okay with his job and all, if anyone finds out?”

“He’s meeting up with Professor Lee in two weeks, once the professor is back from his trip, asking about the campus’ regulations and stuff. I mean, even if we’re only dating casually, it doesn’t hurt to be careful about it.” You sigh lightly before adding, “But if it does cause him trouble, then he will make new arrangements with the Professor about our class. I might have to switch schedules if it comes to that. But before that could happen, I guess we just need to be discreet while on campus, and see each other secretly.”

“Hmm,” Momo hums before cleaning up the empty cup and the spoons, tossing them off to the nearest trash. “I guess we’ll see then? Should we carry on and get onto the bikini now? There’s a whole bunch of off-season sales so we have a huge range of options.”

“Lead the way, Madam,” you tease her, letting Momo link her arm with yours before you make your way to the store you were heading to.

But before you could reach the place, you stop dead on your tracks when your eyes catch the sight of someone who had not crossed your mind with every single thing that had happened. “Oh, shoot.”

“What?” Momo asks you curiously as you suddenly stop. “What is it?”

“I totally forgot—” your voice trails when it suddenly dawns you, that among a lot of things that you had managed to sort out regarding this new step ahead you are taking with Christian, you had failed to sort out something that had been in your mind for the longest time. Or, to be precise, someone. “It’s her.”

“Who?”

Before you could answer her, the person you are looking at turns to you, eyes widening at the sight of you before she starts walking closer.

“Hey, there!” she says, greeting you with a wide smile. “_____, right?”

You could only nod absentmindedly while Momo turns silent next to you, completely stunned. “Uh, hi,” you say, shaking your head to clear your senses and calm your nerves. “Didn’t think I’d see you here. Oh, this is Momo, she’s also in Ian’s class.”

“Oh, hi!” The girl turns to Momo, extending her hand towards your astounded—and terribly confused—friend to introduce herself. “I’m Em, I believe we haven’t met? I’ve been to your campus a few times to see Rome and met ____ there before.”

“Oh!” Momo glances at you briefly, exchanging her gaze with yours and the realisation is clear in her eyes. You have been talking about her with your best friend a few times, never knowing what her relationship with Christian truly is. And it bothers you a little to think that you have failed to question things with Christian before you have agreed to start dating him.

“No, I don’t think we’ve met,” Momo answers while shaking Em’s hand. You watch how Momo’s eyes are turning deep, silently calculating, as if she is trying to study the pretty woman before her. “I never stay behind for too long after class like _____ does.”

“Oh yeah, I guess Rome is exploiting her to bits, huh?” Em playfully jokes with Momo, winking at you.

“Yeah, but I don’t think she minds it at all,” Momo says, turning to you with a similar taunting look in her eyes. She keeps her eyes on you, as if willing you to see through her somehow. Knowing her for years, it doesn’t take you long to understand what she is doing.

“So, what brings you girls here?” Em suddenly asks, to which Momo brightly answers, “We’re shopping for new bikini sets.”

“Bikini?” She raises her brows. “In autumn?”

Momo merely chuckles as she starts to talk about her family’s new jacuzzi and your plans of enjoying it this weekend, to bathe in the hot water and relax before midterm comes.

“So have you decided what to buy?”

Shaking your head, you merely answer her, “We haven’t decided yet. She wants something fancy for some reason,” you add while bumping your hips against Momo’s.

Em suddenly perks up at that. “Want my help? Because I’m here all alone and I could use someone’s help. I’m basically desperate at this point so I’d help you guys in return if you want to lend a hand. Or eyes, for that matter.”

“Sure,” Momo says with a shrug while glancing towards you. The smile that comes to her right after confirms your thought. She must have seen this as a chance to get answers. To gain some information from the woman herself which you couldn’t get from Christian.

“Have any of you had any experience in buying gifts for your partners? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?” Em asks you suddenly, taking you both by surprise. “I need to find a gift, something special for—someone.”

“A man?” you ask her, frowning curiously.

“Yes, and it’s someone special and for a special occasion too,” Em says, and her cheeks suddenly turn their shades into a fade crimson-like hue. “Will you? I’ll help you pick the prettiest bikinis that would catch everyone’s attention once you post them on Instagram.”

Exchanging a quick glance with Momo, you take a moment before deciding whether or not you should accept her offer. But Momo, already set on her mission and is deep in her curiosity, immediately answer her for you. “Sure, we’d love to.”

Em squeals in delight at that, and quickly starts ushering you both to the nearest department store to help her find what she had called as ‘the perfect gift’, for her special someone. You follow them behind as they both continue to chat in front of you, already talking about the choices of gifts they have in mind.

The only question that remains is, just who she is planning to buy those gifts for?

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