#cannot live without changbin

[cosmiccygnus]

Just here to say that changbin is absolutely breathtaking and drop dead gorgeous. Thank you.

[inlovewithstraykids]

Chan being a koala bear part 836252667 🐨

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Between the Silent Hours, You Found Me || Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin finds solace in the quiet embrace of someone who understands that sometimes, all it takes is a little rest to heal a tired soul.

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pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

warning: established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, hurt/comfort, changbin is mortified and single

i love hyunjin. yeah. that's all for the author's note.

Even though you were always one for routines, that night, you chose to go against them for once. For him, you were willing to defy anything and everything, even if it meant abandoning the comforting warmth of your room to brave the dark, icy streets of Seoul on a cold winter night.

Breathing in the chilly air, you let out a puff of smoke, the unpleasant cold biting at your skin as you buried your hands deep inside your jacket's pockets. From the packet of warm food dangling from your wrist, a comforting heat seeped through the fabric on your left side. Seoul at night was unworldly, its beauty undeniable. It was the only companion you had as you strolled along the lonely sidewalk.

A few 24/7 stores stood open, their neon lights casting vibrant hues onto the lonely, dark streets. The glow felt oddly comforting, yet it did little to distract you from your thoughts. Changbin’s voice from earlier echoed in your mind—his frustration laced with concern as he complained about a certain long, dark-haired male. The memory tugged at you, and the faint, bubbling worry began to resurface in your chest, persistent and unshakable.

Hwang Hyunjin.

The boy whose smile seemed to defy the gravity of the world, lifting the heaviest hearts with its light. The boy whose very presence painted brilliance into the darkest corners of life, as if he carried a palette of sunshine and moonlight within him. He was the boy who poured his soul into everything he touched, crafting beauty in even the smallest of efforts, and always placing others' needs above his own.

Yet, he was also the boy whose quiet nature made him a canvas for misunderstanding—a blank space where people painted their assumptions, creating a version of him that wasn’t truly his. A boy forced to live in the shadow of an image the world wanted to see, even when it didn’t fit the colors of his soul.

But to you, Hwang Hyunjin was something entirely different. He was the boy who had stripped away the layers, letting you see the raw, unpolished strokes beneath. He trusted you enough to share his worries, to let you carry the weight of his unspoken burdens, and in doing so, he gave you a piece of his heart—a fragment of himself as vulnerable and breathtaking as the art he created.

Hwang Hyunjin—the boy you fell in love with.

You had always known that the sun was just a star, distant and unyielding, until you met Hyunjin. He convinced you otherwise, showing you that the sun could very well be a person. A person who radiates light and warmth so effortlessly, illuminating everything around him. But even the brightest sun cannot shine endlessly. There are days when its golden rays falter, when it needs someone else to provide the heat, the comfort, and the reassurance it so freely gives to others.

And for him, you didn’t hesitate. You leapt in without doubt or fear, drawn to the fragile beauty of his vulnerabilities. You wanted to be the one who stayed when the sun’s glow dimmed, the one who held him steady when his light faltered. To be the quiet, steadfast warmth that allowed him to rise again, stronger and brighter, without the weight of the world on his shoulders. So that the sun—so that Hyunjin—could run free once more.

Just like tonight.

You came to a halt in front of the apartment building, your breath clouding in the frigid air as you eyed the familiar apartment. Clutching the paper bag in your hand, you stepped inside, the warmth of the lobby a stark contrast to the chill outside. In the elevator, you hugged the bag closer, savoring the fleeting comfort of its warmth against your chest.

As soon as the doors slid open, you made your way to the boys’ shared apartment, knocking firmly on the door. It wasn’t long before a disheveled and distinctly grumpy-looking Changbin greeted you, his hair a mess and his face shadowed by irritation.

“Fuck, thank god you’re finally here,” he grumbled, stepping aside to let you in without so much as a proper greeting.

“Good to see you too, Bin,” you teased, a light chuckle escaping as you slipped off your shoes. The warmth of the apartment wrapped around you like a much-needed embrace, and you let out a contented sigh as you made your way to the kitchen.

The paper bag was still warm in your hands as you set it on the counter, already thinking about how to plate everything. Behind you, Changbin trudged halfway to the kitchen, scratching the back of his head before veering off toward his room.

“He’s in his room,” Changbin informed you, his tone gruff but filled with a hint of concern. You nodded, offering him a reassuring smile.

Changbin stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, the frown on his lips deepening. “He wouldn’t do anything I say,” he muttered, his gaze shifting toward the hallway. “So he better listen to you, or I swear, I’m kicking his ass.”

You waved him off, an exaggerated gesture. You knew the older male’s words were laced with empty threat. He cared deeply for Hyunjin. “There’s no need for violence. Go to sleep. I’m here now.”

Changbin snorted, but said nothing more as he turned and made his way toward his room.

You busied yourself with preparing the food, placing it into bowls, the warmth of the meal sending a sense of comfort through your chest. With the tray in hand, you walked down the hallway, your steps slow but steady, until you reached the second room from the end.

Gently, you knocked before pushing the door open. The room was dark, save for the dim glow of the desk lamp, casting shadows on the walls. The heavy scent of black coffee hung in the air, so potent that it made you wrinkle your nose in distaste. You had never been fond of the smell, nor the taste, but it was everywhere in his space.

Your heart sank as you took in the scene before you. Notes and books were scattered all over the desk, some spilling onto the bed, and in the midst of it all was Hyunjin. He was slumped over the desk, his body crumpled as if the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders.

The soft sound of his snores filled the otherwise quiet room. The lamp’s faint light illuminated his face, and the dark circles beneath his eyes stood out like bruises. Your worry only deepened as you spotted the cold coffee mug next to his head, abandoned and forgotten, just like everything else.

You felt an ache in your chest as you quietly stepped closer. This wasn’t right. Hyunjin shouldn’t be living like this—overworked and barely holding it together. He needed to rest, to breathe, to feel like himself again.

A heavy sigh escaped you as you stood there, watching him. He had so much of the world to give, but it felt like he was crumbling beneath the weight of it. You couldn’t stand by and let him keep going like this—not when you were here. Not when you were ready to be there for him, to help him through the darkness that sometimes clouded his heart.

As long as you breathed, you promised yourself, he would never be alone in this.

Carefully, you placed the tray on the bedside table, the warmth from the food rising into the air. Next, you gathered the scattered papers, gently folding them and clearing the bed. You made the space as neat as possible, arranging everything just the way you thought he would appreciate. Once you finished, you turned to look at Hyunjin, still asleep in the midst of the chaos he had created.

Part of you didn’t want to wake him. He looked so peaceful, like a quiet, fragile moment suspended in time. But you knew you had to. Changbin had mentioned he skipped dinner, and that fact gnawed at you.

Taking a deep breath, you placed a soft hand on his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake. “Hyunjin, wake up,” you whispered, your voice careful, almost tender.

He stirred slightly, his body stiff, and after a few more shakes, his eyelids fluttered open. His eyes, heavy and half-lidded, struggled to focus on you. His hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction as if he had run his hands through it too many times without noticing.

A soft smile tugged at your lips, and without thinking, you ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. His body seemed to relax at the touch, but he still blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of his surroundings.

“W-what are you doing here?” Hyunjin’s voice was deeper than usual, hoarse from sleep, and it made your heart twist unexpectedly.

“I brought you food.” You said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but inside, you were battling the urge to smile too widely, too fondly. You bit back the overwhelming feeling of wanting to fuss over him. “You haven’t eaten yet.”

Hyunjin blinked a few more times, rubbing his eyes, his face still clouded with sleep. Your eyes softened at the sight—he looked like he had barely rested, but still, there was something endearing about the way he struggled to wake up.

He shook his head sluggishly. You couldn’t suppress the small, quiet laugh that escaped your lips at the sheer cuteness of it all, but you quickly composed yourself. You gestured to the bed, your tone gentle but firm.

“Sit up. You need to eat,” you insisted.

He obeyed, propping himself up on the bed. He looked at the food in front of him, then back at you, but there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

“Eat up. Skipping meals isn’t healthy for you.” You emphasized, not backing down, your voice calm but filled with an undercurrent of concern.

Hyunjin gave a small sigh, but there was something vulnerable in his expression. He didn’t argue; instead, he simply picked up the chopsticks and dug into the food. As he ate, you watched him, your heart full—this was what you needed to do, what you wanted to do, to take care of him in the small ways that mattered.

Hyunjin frowned, his brows furrowing as he jutted his lips slightly. "Did you come here alone?" he asked, his voice hoarse but laced with genuine curiosity as he picked up the chopsticks.

You watched him, noting the way he perked up as the taste of the food registered on his tongue. A fond smile tugged at your lips, and you hummed softly, a small but affectionate sound. "Yeah," you replied simply, your eyes softening as you watched him eat. "I came alone."

But the words seemed to sink in a little too slowly. Hyunjin halted mid-bite, his chopsticks hovering in the air. He stared at you, wide-eyed, as if he couldn't quite comprehend what you were saying. "You came here... all by yourself?" he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief. His gaze flickered to the desk clock, then back to you. "At midnight?"

The concern in his voice was enough to make you laugh softly, shaking your head at him. You couldn’t help but find his overprotective nature endearing, even if it was a little unnecessary. "How can you expect me to stay put when you're not taking care of yourself?" you teased lightly, your voice soft but firm.

Hyunjin fell quiet, his expression unreadable for a moment as he processed your words. The flush on his cheeks deepened, and for the first time, he seemed at a loss for words. He glanced down at his food, trying to hide the sudden heat creeping up his neck. He mumbled something under his breath, the words barely audible in the stillness of the room.

"Thank you," he said quietly, so quietly that you almost missed it, but the sincerity behind it was clear. His face turned a deeper shade of red, and he thanked God for the darkness of the room - making it a secret between him and the dark only. The silence lingered for a moment, comfortable in its quiet understanding.

For the rest of the time, Hyunjin ate quietly, his focus entirely on the food in front of him. The sound of his chopsticks scraping against the bowl or the occasional clatter of a utensil broke the otherwise peaceful silence. In the meantime, you busied yourself organizing his desk, arranging the papers and tidying up the scattered books. You worked in rhythm with the quiet, the act of organizing a calming distraction, but time passed in a blur, and before you knew it, you were standing in the kitchen.

You washed the dishes mechanically, your mind still spinning from everything you’d been thinking about while tidying up. The sound of running water and the clink of ceramic against ceramic filled the air, and you were too preoccupied in your task to notice the presence that had quietly slipped into the room. The sudden sound of a cupboard door creaking open made you jump, a curse slipping from your lips before you could stop yourself.

"God, Hyunjin, you scared me," you huffed, wiping your hands with the towel as you turned to face him.

He was standing there, grinning goofily at you, not even a hint of apology in his expression.

"Sorry," he said, the amusement in his voice obvious. He didn’t stop rummaging through the shelves, his eyes scanning for something. You tilted your head, an eyebrow arched in curiosity.

"What’re you doing?" you asked, standing on your tiptoes in an attempt to peek over his shoulder.

"Oh, you know," he solemnly spoke. "Just coffee."

Your face fell immediately, the weight of his words settling in your chest like a stone. You set the towel down on the counter, then walked over to him, unable to ignore the concern creeping up in your throat.

Hyunjin always pushed himself too far. It was no secret that he overworked himself—studying late into the night, neglecting rest, and living off unhealthy, sugary coffee to keep him going. You knew the grind of senior year all too well; everyone was under immense pressure, trying to secure their futures, but Hyunjin was always the one who worked himself into exhaustion, his passion for both his studies and his art fueling the fire that burned inside him. Still, there was no denying that his health was suffering because of it, and that was something you couldn't ignore.

He was so consumed by everything he had to do that he forgot to take care of himself. And that’s where you came in.

You grabbed the mug from his hands and placed it firmly back on the counter, taking the coffee away from him before he could protest. The sound of the cupboard door shutting echoed in the room, and you shot him a stern look, silently telling him that this wasn’t up for debate.

Hyunjin stood frozen, completely taken aback by your actions. His mouth opened, but no words came out. The room fell silent, the tension thickening between you, though it wasn’t uncomfortable or suffocating. It felt more like a silent understanding between two people who cared enough to make the other listen.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, gathering your thoughts. The words you had been rehearsing in your mind suddenly didn’t seem enough. You had to say something—anything—to make him understand.

You stepped closer to him, your gaze holding his, the caramel brown of his eyes wide and shaken. You could see the vulnerability in them, and for a brief moment, a pang of guilt twisted inside you for being so firm with him.

But this was necessary.

"Hyunjin, listen to me," you said softly, your voice gentle but unwavering. The tenderness in your tone seemed to shake him, his eyes flickering with something between surprise and apprehension.

"Let's take a break tonight, yeah?" You gently coaxed, your voice soft yet insistent. "You're giving your best, love, and you’re bound to get the best results, but you need rest too. Overworking this way will only hold you back."

You studied his face, watching for any hint of resistance. When he said nothing, you assured him, "You're okay."

Hyunjin opened his mouth to protest, but you were quick to stop him.

"Sometimes a break can benefit you more than pushing through, you know that, right?" you asked, entwining your fingers with his. His eyes stayed downcast, and you could feel the weight of the world he carried in his silence.

He knew you were right. Deep down, he knew he was being too hard on himself. He was trying so hard to meet the harsh expectations the world had set for him, and in doing so, he had forgotten to give himself the grace he deserved. He just needed someone to remind him he was doing his best, someone to show him the way back when he was lost.

Someone who could hold him before he broke down.

You guided his head to rest on your shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. Hyunjin inhaled your scent, the warmth of your embrace soothing him. He breathed out slowly, letting the tension in his body melt away.

“I’m proud of you, Hyunjin. You’re doing enough,” you whispered, your voice full of warmth and reassurance.

He wanted to cry out—to shout his thanks to the heavens for sending someone like you into his life. He let go of all the thoughts about the pressure from college, the constant demands, and the stress. It all faded as you held him there, under the soft glow of the dim kitchen light.

He lifted his head, his gaze softening as he met your eyes. He pressed a gentle, sweet kiss to your lips once, then twice.

"Thank you," he murmured against your lips.

"I'm always here for you," you replied with a small smile as he leaned back, looking at you with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.

"I know," he whispered, his eyes closing as he exhaled deeply, the weight of everything lightening. Then he opened them again, gazing at you with a love so pure it took your breath away. "I know, and I'm blessed to have you."

Your grin widened as you watched him trying to conceal a smile. Unable to resist, you wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your face in his chest, pulling him into a warm, tight hug.

"You'll be okay, trust me," you murmured, your voice soft against him. "We just need to work on your resting schedule to make sure you don't fall sick."

He held you close, his breath steady as your words sank in, and for a moment, all the weight of his worries seemed to melt away, replaced by the soothing comfort of your presence.

Hyunjin cupped your jaw, tilting your face up before pressing his lips on yours again, this time a bit more firm and taking his time. His fingers grazed your ear, sending goosebumps down your entire being. He peppered soft, light kisses along your jaw to your earlobe.

You breathed out slowly, heart lurching as he pulled back only for a brief moment just to pull you in gently again. It was slower, he lazily moved his plump lips against yours, cradling the back of your head with one hand, the other held your waist.

Kissing him back, you sighed at the warmth he exuded. His kisses were always intoxicating. You stepped back to lean on the counter for support, a hand placed on it. The other hand you'd rest against his nape, making him sigh into the kiss.

A small grunt escaped from the back of his throat when you softly nibbled on his lower lip. His eyebrows creased at the feeling as he pulled you even closer if it was even possible.

And just like that, the moment was over.

You pulled away breathless. There was a beat of silence before both of you broke into a fit of quiet giggles, forehead resting against each other.

The quiet of the room was disturbed by a screech, sharp and loud, cutting through the peaceful silence. Both you and Hyunjin jumped at the unexpected noise. Hyunjin’s face immediately flushed, turning a deep red, as he groaned and buried his face into your shoulder, trying to hide from the embarrassment.

You glanced over at Changbin, who stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and mortified. His whole posture screamed that he wished he could evaporate into thin air.

“It’s just kissing, Changbin,” you said dryly, not even trying to hide the amusement in your voice, as you observed his flailing arms and panicked expression.

“Then do it somewhere else! This is the goddamn kitchen!” Changbin groaned, his voice heavy with frustration. He snatched a water bottle from the counter, muttering under his breath, “All I ever wanted was just to get some damn water,” before quickly retreating to his room.

You couldn’t contain the snort that escaped you, shaking your head in pure amusement at Changbin’s antics. With a gentle pat on Hyunjin’s shoulder, you teased him, watching as his face deepened in color, a soft dusting of pink that only made you smile more.

“Let’s go to sleep,” you suggested, your voice light with laughter, thoroughly enjoying the way he whined in embarrassment.

“He won’t let this die down,” Hyunjin mumbled, shaking his head, his words soft with a mix of exasperation and a touch of amusement.

You hummed in response, slipping your hand into his and guiding him down the hallway toward his room. As you walked, a mischievous glint flickered in your eyes, and a devilish smirk tugged at your lips. “Don’t worry. My stash is full of such moments that'll strip him of his dignity.”

Hyunjin’s laughter filled the air, a sound so carefree that it made your heart flutter. No, there was no need to worry about Changbin—this was just another moment to add to the collection of memories you’d share as friends.

As Hyunjin sat on the edge of the bed, you went to work arranging the pillows. Before you could call his name, you noticed him staring at his desk across the room. There was a heaviness to his gaze, a weight that lingered even after everything else had fallen into place.

You knew he was still struggling, still carrying the weight of his dreams and his worries, but you also knew—he’d let go soon.

With a soft sigh, you moved over to him, your hand resting gently on top of his. The moment was simple, but the reassurance you gave him was everything. He needed to know that it was okay to stop for a while. That he didn’t always have to push himself so hard. Your smile was small, but it held everything you needed to say. It was okay.

Hyunjin nodded slowly, a quiet acceptance in his eyes. He allowed himself to finally sink into the softness of the bed, the weight of his exhaustion settling in.

You slid into the bed beside him, pulling the covers over the both of you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. His cheek rested gently on your head, and his fingers ran through your hair, a steady and soothing motion that made you feel safe, loved.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity, his words so soft and vulnerable.

You mumbled against his neck, a playful tone in your voice. “You know you can stop saying that.”

He let out a small chuckle, the sound more relaxed now. “And I’m sorry.”

“Nope. Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you said firmly, your tone full of warmth.

He hummed in contentment, and you felt a soft kiss press to your temple. “I love you,” he whispered, the words so quiet, but they wrapped around your heart.

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. You looked up to see the sun - see him, still not radiating light but the warmth – oh, the warmth was there. And you knew it wouldn't take too long for his light to show.

“When the exams are over,” you whispered, your voice soft as it pulled him closer to sleep, “I’ll make you your favorite coffee, just how you like it.”

Hyunjin’s breathing slowed as he drifted off, your words the last thing he heard, the promise of a comforting, peaceful moment awaiting you both.

THE END.

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[sereia4skz]

I bet bangchan scolds the other hybrids for eating outside animals and leaving bloody messes in the house

1k Followers Event | and why are we hunting?

pairing: ot8!straykids x reader | part 1

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of blood and hunting

event masterlist: #1kShootingStars

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AN: silly and cute just to break all the filth :P

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You’re perched on the counter now, watching Jeongin and Seungmin scrub at the muddy, bloody mess they tracked in, both in fresh but slightly too-small T-shirts and towels slung low on their hips. You’ve given up trying to supervise properly, what’s the point when Seungmin keeps flicking his ears at you every time your gaze lingers too long?

The front door creaks open.

“Smells like blood and wet fur,” Hyunjin’s voice rings out, full of suspicion and barely-concealed disgust. 

He's quickly followed by Changbin, who looks like he cannot wait to get out of the rom=om, “Who died?”

You don’t even look up from the boys knelt near the entrance,“Nobody died! But if Jeongin tracks one more drop of fox gore into this house, I might lose it.”

Footsteps shuffle in behind him. “Oh my god,” Jisung gasps, his socked feet skidding to a stop. “There’s chunks. I am not- I am not cleaning this. Nope.”

“Good,” you snap, waving your mop in the maknae's direction without turning. “You’re not. They are.”

You jerk your chin toward the two hybrids beside you, freshly showered, towel-draped, and absolutely sulking.

Jeongin sits on his knees with his fluffy red tail twitching behind him, scrubbing at the baseboards with all the grace of a child forced to clean up their own mess. His auburn ears keep flicking irritably, damp and stuck to his temples. Beside him, Seungmin is even grumpier, lounged on one hip, holding a towel like it personally offended him. He’s muttering under his breath as he half-heartedly scrubs at a bloody footprint.

Then Chan steps inside, you know it’s Chan before he says a word. The low, steady sound of his boots thudding against the wood. The pause as he takes in the room.

“Jeongin. Seungmin.”

Both hybrids freeze, mid-scrub. Jeongin’s ears flatten. Seungmin huffs but doesn’t look up. 

Chan folds his arms across his chest, his tone already dipped in disappointment. “How many times do I have to tell you not to use the damn pet door when you’re hunting?”

“We didn’t bring it in,” Jeongin mumbles defensively. “We ate it outside.”

“You’re still tracking blood through the house!” you shou, waving your mop around. “They shook off right inside the door like animals.”

Minho arrives just then, unwinding his scarf like he owns the place, because he basically does. “My god,” he sighs, spotting the mess. “I cook them a decent dinner and they’re still out there playing wilderness fantasy like it’s Wolf Children.”

Seungmin doesn’t look remotely sorry. “We weren’t pretending.”

“We were hungry,” Jeongin adds quickly.

Minho raises an eyebrow. “You know who else is hungry? Me. And I still use the stove.”

“This is so gross!” Jisung whines from the doorway. 

You whirl around with your hands on your hips. “No more hunting while I’m in the house! I don’t care how primal your instincts are! Chan, please…”

Chan exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “Add it to the house rules list. Right under ‘no shifting naked in the living room’ and ‘don’t scare the delivery guy.’”

Jeongin gives a low fox-like whine of protest, his tail curling around his leg. “It wasn’t that messy…”

“You were dripping,” you remind him. “Blood. Mud. At the same time.”

“Could’ve at least bagged the meat,” Minho grumbles, nose wrinkling. “Or cleaned up after yourselves like civilized hybrids. What are you- feral?”

Seungmin finally looks up, grinning like the menace he is, still wiping half-heartedly at the floor. “You love us feral.”

“Only when you’re not bleeding on the rugs,” Minho fires back.

You groan and press a hand to your forehead. The house smells like pine-scented cleaner and wild animals and boys.

Seungmin slumps dramatically across the floorboards. “Noona, you’re so mean to us.”

“You made me mop blood,” you snap. “You are not the victim here.”

Jeongin creeps closer on his knees, peering up at you with those big brown eyes, ears twitching down into a pout. “But we caught it for you, noona.”

“Oh no. Don’t you dare,” you wag a finger at him. “You do not get to play the cute card right now.”

Felix is halfway down the hall already. “I’m not touching anything until someone Lysols the door.”

Chan sighs and rubs at his temples. “I’m gonna need a drink.”

You glance down at the hybrids still at your feet, mussed hair, flushed cheeks, tails dragging guiltily as they scrub.

You blow out a breath. “Get this floor spotless, and I might consider letting you eat dessert.”

Jeongin’s ears perk. Seungmin grins wide and devilish. “Are you dessert, noona?”

“Scrub faster, before I make you mop the ceiling,” you warn.

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. mistakes have cost him gravely. mistakes he has piled on his back one by one and kept far, far away from you.

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Now, later.

There had been a moment, once. It felt much like this. Earth spreading, trees stretching, water flowing heavy and warm, as it happens, as it is, and him—full of hard-earned shame, exhausted; closed eyes and tight fists, a permanence he cannot shake off.

Staring at your window. 

Vehemently refusing to cross the line. Stubbornly, almost, and maybe for no good reason. Chris can never take anything for himself, how can he. You said it best, didn’t you, because after all that’s what it came down to—coward. He was. All this time. All his life. And what a disgraced word to come out of your mouth. 

How he never wants to hear it again.

So, he’s here. And he can see; the cousins that grew up, folding white tablecloths, the bride’s mother, your aunt, his dad’s mistress at one point—hushed voices behind closed doors, he remembers, the brothers were still mourning their mother—on the phone, a perpetual picture frozen in time, gesturing wildly, ridiculously, and Chris swallows thickly, because he’s about to interrupt, he’s about to knock on the door, proper as ever, and ask for you.

What he knows he should do. Not like the boyfriend’s he helped catch, climbing up the trees like thieves in the night, throwing pebbles on the thin glass separating your bedroom and the rest of the world—your father had grounded you for a week, had scolded the boys and talked to their families. 

Your father. Stern face, and laugh lines. Deep woven wrinkles around his eyes. Hands as tough as nails. All the pride he’s been taught. Chris bites his tongue until he tastes copper, and kicks off of his Mustang, taking the four steps up to your household’s doorbell.

He thought long and hard about this. In blind rage, he shoved off his brother and drove away without a second thought, and by the time he’d reached the outskirts of town, he’d wanted to crawl back to the scene of the crime, a pathetic man, someone that never learns.

Back to you. Back where he could watch you take those timid steps towards him, towards him, after four years of radio silence, after he thought you were done for good, had wiped your hands clean of this place and of everything it stood for, and him, him—after he’d made his peace and tried desperately to move on from something he never even had in the first place, of something that had been forbidden for so long—

Your family loved him like a son, sure, but, as with everything, that love had a line drawn as well. There were plans set in stone for their only daughter, and they did not include oil stains and drunken debt from deadbeat fathers, nor the reputation their mother had made for herself three decades prior, the discreet glances and pity parties they’ve had to endure because of mistakes.

Mistakes have cost him gravely. Mistakes he has piled on his back one by one and kept far, far away from you. What good would it do for you to know? Only worse, and what’s worse than this?

It didn’t even matter in the end. You were made out of Chris’ rib, that he was sure of, plum lipped and dripping of his childhood and he’d wanted you like death craves the living, and it still wasn’t enough.

And now, Changbin. Cain and Abel, although he won’t admit who is who. Only that the offering was sweet and female and his brother claimed it his.

What of Abel? Is the firstborn son born with a shovel in his hands or was he given it by the father?

He knocks, instead. Better they not hear him. Better he turns away, the name true, the name true, the name true.

What Chris doesn’t know—you’re not even there. You’re not even home. 

And that’s beginning to be a problem.

Then.

The matter of the scar—

A broken bottle. Being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Being born, perhaps. Was that an excuse?

It was always a premeditated thing, never an accident. From the beginning of the line, carving down his neck, over his chest, ending above his navel—it had been a message. Amidst his father’s stupor and the smoke of bubbling meth wafting from the other room, Changbin had no place among them.

No reason to think he was better than them. The rebellion didn’t work, after all, but he kept at it anyway. The smoking, the piercings, the trouble. Twelve years old, elbow to his jugular, a jagged piece of German beer, and the cold unforgiving floor.

Chris being far away from the mess was a welcomed coincidence. By the time he’d come back, his older brother—sliced up and bleeding profusely—would be roughly patched up and drugged out of his mind, sent to his room to ‘sleep it off.’

When they speak of his father, they never talk about the drugs. But Changbin knows. The tremors, the vomit, that goddamned nauseating sweeter-than-candy smell. . . No one mentions the kid that was going through withdrawal symptoms at school.

So, no one was surprised when the boy dropped out. Because no one cared.

The scar was a byproduct of his environment, an unfortunate thing. Labels to tame the unknown. Nothing anyone felt inclined to bring up, lest they disturb the demons inside that house.

Even then, at least Chris is safe. As the monster pierces and Changbin gashes, at least my brother is not here.

And the little voice further down, unbeknownst to him: Please help me. I want to leave too. 

It echoed and echoed.

It went unanswered, time and time again.

Now.

He finds you at the river. You’re swimming. 

Naked. 

Your clothes are under the unyielding, ever-growing willow tree—here you’d been seven and him eleven, your scraped elbow and his clumsy hands—leading a trail towards your submerged figure. He blinks at the fabric on the grass. Your back is to him, the moonlight is caressing your hair, the breeze is pleasant and inviting for once.

He must be dead. How else would this be happening?

Chris doesn’t dare a single movement. If this is death or a dream, hell even an illusion—God knows how many times he’s imagined you on that field, holding that woven basket in your hands, the one with the homemade muffins and cucumber sandwiches, smiling at the men working under your father, the sun beating down, the hours long—he’s not going to be the first to break the spell, the silence you’ve crafted.

All he has are his eyes. And so, naturally, they look at you. They gravitate towards you like they always do. Nothing else exists or has existed besides this point. You, here, and him, a witness to your life, your beautiful shoulders, the curve of your jaw. Chris sees everything, even in darkness. He sees, because he’s memorized. He sees, because he doesn’t know how to unsee. 

He’s devastated by what he has done. The weight of his decision on that summer night. You’d wanted to be kissed, it was written all over your pretty face. He wanted to kiss you. He’d devoted his entire life to you and your family. He’d eaten at your table, and drank from your hand. And when you ran after him, your mother had lingered by the door.

Waiting. Forcing him on his knees with words like sacrifice and forfeiture.

So, he gave you all he was allowed. That much. And he broke your fucking heart, that invaluable thing you’ve worn on your sleeve since your front teeth were missing. He broke his just as much, maybe even more so cause of his childish want, and of fantasies that could never become. 

All so you can come back to this river, under a full sky of stars, and keep your back to him after you kiss his brother. He fingers your shorts, and closes his cursed fist around them.

Where’s fair? When does he get a break for it? Fuck the befitting men your mother has surely chosen for you by now. Fuck what is right and appropriate and acceptable. He’s done. 

He’s done.

He brokenly calls out your name.

You turn towards him, the water ripples, and there’s the hope, and there’s the panic. . . Chris waits for you breathless, equally terrified.

You’re the most vital part of him. He’s raised you in himself as he has grown. He loves you like he loves himself, with no difference, a mirror pointed at his face, hearts joined at birth, one beat of yours to match a thousand of his own, galloping.

He thought he could lose you. Truly lose you, and all it’d entail.

He was wrong. Terribly fucking wrong.

Then.

A game of hide-and-seek, slippery rocks by the river, and blood, red and so much of it, running down your leg, as big, fat tears stream down your chubby face and your lip quivers in pain.

This is how the young boy learns fear. Aged ten, holding your hand as the family doctor—your family doctor, the one your parents call at all odd hours of the day sometimes—stitches up your busted knee.

He wants to be brave for you, wants to be a man—the creature his father babbles about when he has one too many and suddenly thinks himself life’s teacher—, whatever that means, but your crying is making his own leg bounce uncontrollably, there’s sweat down his back, the TV is on way too loud, your cousins get on his nerves a little if he’s being honest, and will you please stop crying?

“Are you thirsty? What can I do?” He asks you helplessly, wincing at your grip tightening on his fingers.

At that, you sniffle and hide your face on the crook of his neck. Chris blushes and clears his throat, posture stiff as a board. Your warm breath is tickling him. He doesn’t say anything, though. It feels nice too. It feels like he’s actually doing something, making you feel better, like he is needed here after all, despite the increasing unease he senses growing over his head.

Unease he knows all too well. Even at barely ten years old. Home is uneasy. The liquor bottles piling up on the kitchen counter make him uneasy. His brother’s yelling and his father’s belt unbuckling, the sound it makes, clink then thud, that makes him the most uneasy of all.

“Can I have some lemonade?” You mumble against the white of his polo shirt. He nods immediately, thankful for a task. Anything that will stop the image of you slipping from the high rocks you’ve climbed together a hundred times, your tiny body crashing into the river, the deepest part of it.

You took so long to find which way was up. At first, he thought it was nothing. By the time he realized you were in trouble, you needed a grown-up. You needed medical attention. You needed anyone else but Chris, because he could not help you. He didn’t know how to.

“Lemonade, yes, I can do that,” he says, and softly untangles himself from you. The doctor looks up momentarily between the two of you, his mouth curving into something unreadable.

You, however. You look at him as if he hung up the moon. He blinks fast, heart rate picking up, and is about to turn to head for the kitchens, when you say, “Christopher!” And add:

“With the little umbrellas, please?”

He’s seen those just once before, at last summer's July fourth party. All the adults had them inside plastic pineapple cups. He didn’t understand the point of them then, but he thinks he might begin now. They make people happy. Silly, goofy happy. Happy for the sake of happiness.

“Umbrellas,” he repeats to himself, new purpose tilting his chin upwards. “Got it.”

When he smiles at you reassuringly, you smile back. Brightly. Crookedly.

At age ten. Chris thinks: her smile makes me feel fuzzy inside. And then: I hope she keeps smiling at me like that.

Now.

“I don’t think I can do this right now, Chris.”

There’s nothing shy about the way you stand before him, glistening drops of water sliding down your arms, your breasts, pink nipples erect, taunting, all the curves and dips of you, all leading down down down, between your legs, your long legs. . .

He’s not ready for this, either. He’s never been. The hardening length in his pants makes him ground his teeth, makes him angry at you, angry at himself. He was going to talk to you. No matter what. Because you needed it, because you had to hear the truth, what he’s hidden from you, if nothing else. And he would do it without lust clouding his words, damn him to hell and back. He would fucking do it.

He towers over you, closing the gap between you, your bodies grazing each other, two sharp ends meeting halfway, and you stare at his chest for the longest, refusing to go up any further, even while like this, even while any other man would—

He’s not stupid. And he’s definitely not immune to what’s in front of him. It’s eating at him from the inside out.

“Look at me,” he demands, flexing his hands at his sides in a wretched attempt to keep from touching you. Then, “Darling,” softer. “Please.”

You shaking your head at him undoes every single fucking knot that’s ever been, every goddamn moment he’s denied the fact, the simple fucking fact of you and what you are to him and what he means to you, all the times he’s played blind, looked the other way, pretended you were nothing to each other, merely friends, not much, if anything, because of age or stature or whatever the fuck he convinced himself set you and him on opposite sides, never to hold your hand again, never to hold your face as he wants to hold it.

“No,” you refuse. “If I look at you, I lose.”

The words pierce him like a thousand flaming blades.

His eyes burn with the effort it takes not to break down, but he does not blink, can’t, won’t, just lets the sound of your voice hit him again and again and again. He thinks, this is proper punishment, not by your mother or father but by your own hand, and if I die here, so be it. Chris will never forget the pure injury in your expression. Twice now, and he’s the cause of it.

“What do you lose, sweetheart?” A faint rasp, all he can manage. His lips pull at the sides. “I was the one who lost. Everything.”

“You’re lying.”

He laughs, and it’s miserable, it snatches every last bit of air from his lungs. You’re not wrong. Not wrong to assume, but then what does he say? What can he say? 

He dresses you instead. Careful to keep the preassigned distance, he pulls your shirt over your head and guides your hands through the holes. You don’t speak, don’t even acknowledge the gesture, but your silence isn’t without meaning. He’s done this sort of thing for you when your knee was in a cast, when your arm was in a sling, in the summer, always in summer.

It didn’t mean anything to two innocent kids then, but it means everything now.

You continue, raising your feet as he kneels in front of you. “You call me all these things. . . Darling, sweetheart. . .” Your voice trails off, shaky with emotion. “It used to confuse me. Give me all this hope.” A hurt so deep he can’t see anything beyond it. He withdraws as your shorts reach past your knees. “Why? Why would you say those things to me? You knew. What they meant.”

His jaw clenches, then unclenches, his breathing is abnormal. . . He knows. Chris doesn’t know what to do with himself, all that he is, and has become. You’ve reached a still point where one wrong move could strip everything to the bone and expose what you really are. How carefully he’d built this house of cards. . . Irrelevant, now, and what does one do with his own marrow?

“It was the only way,” he admits, almost to himself. “The only way I could show you, without. . . You—” he looks away sharply, and releases a broken breath, a heavy sound, throat closing, heart bleeding. “(Y/N), my feelings for you, they’re not normal. There’s not one word I can use to explain them. I’ve been trying all my life. All my life. I’ve—I thought it meant protection, you were so little, and I had just barely. . . it made no sense to feel this way, not to me. I was nine years old. How do I say it?”

“Don’t say it,” you finally meet his gaze. Nothing could prepare him for the storm ahead. “You broke my heart. Over and over. You made me think I could never have you.”

“Which is why I’m not asking anything of you. Why I won’t. I don’t deserve it.”

Your brows furrow, and you huff an incredulous laugh, stepping back, motioning exasperated to your clothed body. “And you’re helping me get dressed when you could just. . .” Your hands come to move beautiful strands of hair away from your eyes. He follows your every breath.  “I must look like a stupid fucking girl to you right now. Not even worth the effort to get hard over.”

He chokes on the poison you spew. “Don’t. Don’t tell me what I think.”

You hug yourself and you wait, but you’re a thousand miles away already. Chris has an awful thought, a thought that makes him green all over. Are you thinking about him? Do you want to see him instead of me? Should I really just hand you over like that, without ever being truthful to you?

“Then tell me, Christopher. Is your dick hard right now? Are you attracted to me at all?”

The anger that fills him is not his own but his father’s. It’s a black thing, made of the worst intentions, and it gnaws at him like a rabid dog. He doesn’t know how he reaches you, when your wrists are pinned under his one hand or how his fingers have tangled in your wet locks, but you’re suddenly as close as you’ll ever get and your eyes are wide and watery, and all he wants to fucking do is take, take, take from you

“Do not talk about yourself that way to me. Not to me, you understand?” He says, fiercely. “I will never treat you like—”

“A whore?” You push, looking for a fight. The girl he’s holding is a stranger to him, but he won’t admit it. He doesn’t recognize you, doesn’t recognize the temper or the bite, and it kills him. “Say it. You’ve no idea who I am anymore. What I’ve done. It’d disgust you, you’d never talk to me again.”

He looks at your mouth, in your eyes, your flushed cheeks, and his hand lifts hesitantly, a breath away, as is he, so close, so fucking close, and what if he does it? What if he shows you what he thinks about his supposed disgust?

“You know nothing,” he repeats his words from earlier with difficulty, and steps down even as the savage beast roars inside. “Is that how little you think of me? Do you think the image of you with another man hasn’t crossed my mind? Hasn’t haunted me, doesn’t taunt me every goddamn night? Someone better? Richer than me, educated, with everything to offer while I’m. . .

“Sweetheart, this is all I got,” he declares bitterly. “Here. That’s it. And my heart, whatever that could mean to you. You shouldn’t want this. You shouldn’t settle for this.”

You look at each other for what feels like eternity. He’s holding you in his arms , everything around you so peaceful, like nature is holding its breath to let you two clash and collide, how you were always supposed to, and he knows for a fact, that he’s irrevocably about to lose you again.

Finally, you jerk back, and Chris’ hold turns inescapable. “Let me go,” you whimper, tears shedding themselves in the end. “I thought I could. . . I can’t. . . Can’t do this.”

“(Y/N), please. . .”

“No!” You shout and once again pull against him, a wounded, cornered animal. He complies silently and releases you, but never takes his eyes off you. “No,” you repeat, quieter this time. “I should’ve never come back.”

“Don’t say that. Don’t fucking say that, darling, I—”

Watching you run away from him hurts worse than any other fate, least of all death. 

You do it anyway. Barefoot and wild, a semblance of the girl from his memories, but entirely new prey to his wolf. 

Is cowardice the reason why he doesn’t run after you? Or is it the familiar rev of a motorcycle he heard while he was face to face with your bare cunt?

[luvserie]

SKZ When They Get Mad At You

Warnings: Not much, all but Changbin's have nice endings cuz revenge arc resolutions are my fave, Han feature in Chan's. Swearing ofc, and mentions of blood in Chan's.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Y'all, I cannot stress the amount of confusion you will probs experience if you read this before reading pt1. Please read part one HERE and then come back. Again, feel free to send requests/suggestions if you like my writing! So without further ado, the highly requested(literally only 1-2 people but lemme be delulu) PART TWOOOO!

REMINDER! THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND IN NO WAY CORRESPONDS TO THE ACTUAL MEMBERS OF SKZ

Bang Chan

You stared at the closed apartment door in disbelief. Had your endlessly patient boyfriend finally snapped? He had given you time to get your bag and phone, but still. You were numb on the inside, but apparently that didn't apply to the stinging cut on your temple. "Shit..." You rummaged through your bag for tissues, settling instead for a napkin you had probably taken from a cafe. As you pressed the piece of flimsy tissue to your injury, you quickly dialed Han's number, letting out a breath as he picked up on the third ring. "Hey, what's up? Why're you calling so late?" Han's voice came through the line. "Um, me and Chan got into a fight," You stated, voice quivering. "Can you pick me up from his building?" "Fuck, sure." You heard shuffling on the other end and the jangle of keys. "Be there in three."

When Han finally reached the apartment complex, you rushed into the car to escape the chilly night. "What happened to your head?!" Your friend shrieked when he saw you and the blood-stained napkin. "I hit it. Can you drive me to the hospital?" You murmured, suddenly lacking any energy. "Yeah...yeah, hold on." Han pulled into the road, telling you it would be a ten-minute drive. Once you got to the hospital, Han hung back, typing furiously on his phone as you were ushered into a hospital bed. "Good news," your nurse said. "There doesn't seem to be any internal damage or bleeding, so we'll just patch you up and you'll be on your way!" "That's great, thank you." You gave the nurse a weak half-smile, turning to Han after she left. "You don't have to stay, you know. I can take an Uber back home." "Nah, I wanna see this." You turned to face the direction Han was facing, freezing when you made eye contact with Chan, who all but sprinted over to you. "Oh my god, are you okay? Han texted me that he brought you to the hospital. Why didn't you tell me you-" You held up a hand for Chan to stop, grateful when he actually did. "One, I'm perfectly fine. Two, I didn't tell you because you were too busy throwing me out to notice." "Babe, I'm so sorry." This time Chan stopped you from speaking. "The song I was working on wasn't going anywhere, and it was pissing me off. It's not an excuse and you should never have to deal with that again, but I hope you know it was not your fault at all." "But I spilled milk all over your laptop. You said I destroyed it." You whispered, still a little angry, and not entirely against guilt-tripping Chan. "I needed a new one anyway. Most of the keys didn't work and the mouse was half-functional at best." Chan stepped closer to you, gently taking your hand in his. "Can you forgive me?" “I guess. You gotta make it up to me though.” You grip Chan's hand, a small smile gracing your features.

“Well, that was boring.” Han huffed.

Lee Know

After your fight with Minho, you had gone to live with your parents. It had been a week already, and you had only heard from Minho once through text in the form of a text saying he was sorry. You ignored it then. You were by yourself on a warm Saturday afternoon, your parents out for an all-day wine tasting and vineyard tour, because apparently that's what middle-aged couples did for fun. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Over and over again, the familiar ding-dong rang through the house. "Coming!" You yelled, irritated at the fact that who had to stop reading your book. You scurried to the door, opening it. "I haven't ordered anythi-" Standing in front of you, several heavy-looking boxes behind him, was Lee fucking Minho. "Go away." You begin, turning away and closing the door, but he stop you. "Please...just wait." He run towards the boxes and rips one open. You cross your arms, watching solely because his strange actions are intriguing, not because he seems so sincere. Right? Minho pulls out a leather jacket with a small motorcycle charm on one of the zippers, holding it up like a trophy. "First date, at the park. You said you'd always wanted a motorcycle growing up, just so you could have a cool jacket to go with it." You were genuinely shocked for a few seconds, but you settle back into your icy demeanor. "That was three years ago." Minho frowned slightly, digging through the box and pulling out a pair of beautiful wedge sandals. "Our first anniversary. We went to the beach and you were complaining about how wearing flip flops was pointless because sand got on your feet anyway." He held up the shoes. "Problem solved." Lee Know pulled out item after item, ranging from clothes to books. Earmuffs because you hated having hat hair but always got cold during the winter. A special edition book that you'd been too scared to splurge on. By the time Lee Know was done, there we at least 20 different items in your driveway, each with their own little story. "Min..." You walk forward, keeping distance but picking up a book he bought you. "What is all this?" Lee Know perked up at hearing his pet name. "I was an asshole last week." "You were. Top ten in the world at least." You nod. "I guess I wanted to show you that...I love spoiling you." Minho gestured to all the objects. "That I listen. And care. I was awful to you for no reason and I said some things I definitely shouldn't have. Please, kitten, spend my money. Drain my wallet until all that's left is a few cents. Because then I'd know that I made you happy and not angry or upset." "Will you tell your parents to stop being mean to me?" You asked. "Already done before I got here." Lee Know opened his arms for a hug.

And you ran at him, ecstatic to be with the love of your life again.

Changbin

"Morning." You greeted Changbin, glancing at him before turning back to your coffee. Changbin awkwardly stood in front of you for a few moments. “Yes? Did you need something?” You finally look directly at him. “I was thinking, and…maybe we should break up.” Changbin whispered. Break up. The words clanged around in your head as you processed them. “What?” You asked incredulously. “We should break up. Today.” “Oh no. You don’t get to do this. If anyone’s dumping anyone, it’s me.” “What?” Changbin asked, which only spurred your anger. “Fine, then. So we’re over?” “You know,” You unlocked your phone. “I’ve been waiting for this. Last night, I got a text from someone named Kang Eunji.” Changbin’s face went from relieved to stunned. “What?” “Yeah…said she knew you very well. Wanna explain before I have to?” “Honey, I-“ “Don’t call me that. We broke up, remember?” You stand up, walking over to him. “See, Eunji was also dating a Seo Changbin. Except her Changbin said he was single.” Changbin stuttered, then opting to stay silent. “This sound familiar? No?” You went into the bedroom, and reappeared with three suitcases. “Maybe this will. Eunji’s Changbin said he was single. But she found out he wasn’t. So, she stole his phone while he was sleeping and found his girlfriend’s number, put it in her phone, and is now outside in her red convertible.” You smiled as Changbin rushed to the window. Chuckled to yourself as he gasped when your new friend was waiting just below with a sign on her car that read “I hope karma breaks your nose before we do, cheater”

And when Changbin turned around, you were gone.

Hyunjin

"Angel? Can I come in?" You knocked on the bedroom door, still a little tense from the argument earlier. "...yeah." You hear Hyunjin mumble from inside. You crack open the door and can't help but smile a little at what you see. Hyunjin's wrapped up in what seems to be a cocoon of several blankets, and his phone is in his hands. However, the icy glare he shoots you stops you in your tracks. "I fucked up." You take a step closer, halting when he eyes you. "You did." Hyunjin set down his phone, eyes softening but still wary. "I missed the meeting." You take a few steps forward, sitting down on the bed when Hyunjin doesn't react. "And we can't book another one because your manager doesn't like the fact that we're dating." Hyunjin waited, but any negative feeling towards you seemed to have faded. "So...I kinda stole your phone and called him." You braced yourself. "Wait, WHAT?" Hyunjin exploded. "Y/N, WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING?" "I wasn't! It just happened. One moment I was in the kitchen and the next I was giving him a piece of my mind!" You throw your hands up in surrender. "He high key deserved it, though." "Babe, this is my career! I could ge-" "He said we could go public with our relationship." That stops Hyunjin. "Wha-what? Really?" "Yeah. Said that, ultimately, it was our decision to make. So..." "Love, that's amazing!" Hyunjin practically pounced on you, smothering you in a big and blankety bear-hug. "You're amazing!" "I just fixed my mistake." You laughed, rubbing Hyunjin's back as he peppered your face and with kisses. "Are you kidding? I gotta tell the others." Hyunjin grabbed his phone, typing in the password before gasping dramatically. "I'm about to tell STAY about my girlfriend!"

[kaciidubs]

for the LOVE of me… i cannot stop thinking about polyOT8! skz x fem reader where they have a bulge kink 🤭 Lee know and Reader were caught on the sofa whilst the others were finishing up at jyp and then it hit the boys.. there was a visible bulge in your abdomen where minho was BURRIED inside of you (you were basically fucking like rabbits and the boys kinda joined in afterwards) 😽🫶🏻

Darling, OT8 x Reader is my bread and butter, I shit you not - and pair it with exhibitionism/voyeurism? You're out to kill me, I'm convinced.

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You were never more grateful for owning so many throw blankets, or else you'd be the main reason why the couch cleaning market skyrocketed.

"M-Minho! Fuck, right there!"

Your hands twisted into the soft cotton, knuckles turning white as your body rocked against the covered cushions.

Above you hovered one of your eight boyfriends, face glistening with sweat and black hair messily swept back - his annoyance with it getting in his face was palpable the minute you two started your little fuck-fest.

His face lit up an a maniacal grin, tongue poking out to lick at the corner of his lips, "Right there? Tch, you're saying that as if I don't already know where all your spots are - such a bold little kitten." A breathless chuckle escaped from him as he hiked your right leg higher on his chest, keeping your left straddled between his own muscular thighs. "Since you think I don't know what I'm doing, maybe I shouldn't let you come again, hm?"

Your pussy clenched at the prospect, mind reeling at the thought of being left dry after so, so many highs. "No! Please, please don't, I'll-"

"You'll what?" He challenged, dark eyes sparkling with mischief, "You'll go crazy without having a cock to keep you full? You'll seek out our other partners and beg them to finish what you started?"

Your eyes rolled, body writhing as much as it could in his vice grip, keeping you pinned and open for anyone to see - for anyone to observe the way you were diminished to nothing but a hole for him to use.

"Finish what she started, huh?"

The new voice brought you back to yourself, your gaze focusing on Changbin walking into the living room with Seungmin and Jeongin in hot pursuit. Soon, the space was filled with each of your significant others, crowding around the couch where Minho was - still - driving into you as if nothing had changed.

"You got him all riled up again, huh, princess?" Chris cooed, amusement evident on his face.

"Princess?" Minho scoffed, hooking your leg into the crook of his arm and using his thumb to rub tight circles around your swollen clit, "She's been a brat - thinks what she says goes. I wonder why."

Before either one of them could comment, Hyunjin hissed out a short breath, "Fuck, look at her." To which Felix and Han followed up with a choked gasp of their own. "Holy shit."

Even through your delirium, you could see that his eyes weren't focused on your face - no, they were currently trained on where you and Minho were connected, and it didn't click until you snaked a hand down to your abdomen to feel a difference.

Fucking hell.

On each rough inward thrust, you could feel the shape of Minho's dick bulge against your abdomen and press against the lower part of your stomach.

"Noona, your hand," Jeongin whined, coaxing you into moving your hand back to it's previous position with a sobbed moan.

"Min- Min- I'm gonna-"

"Come for me," he gritted, rutting his hips against yours until your body shook, coming with a sound you could only hope was an attractive moan to say the least.

It took some time for you to come back to your senses, and when you did you were met with the guys in various stages of undress - a new wave of heavy lust dampening the atmosphere.

Blinking up at the second eldest, your eyebrows furrowed, "Min?"

Chuckling softly, he nodded knowingly at your tone, "I finished too, kitten - now, how about we let the others have a go, hm?"

[unedited]

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Rough Waters — h.jisung

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➮ samebito!Jisung × f!Reader wc: 10k summary: Y/N is a marine biologist who is obsessed with finding new sea life. During a night dive, she stumbles across a very well hidden underwater cave entrance and finds herself meeting something that defies all logic and evolution. She forms a bond with the creature and comes back almost every night to visit him. genres/themes/au: fluff (if u squint), smut; supernatural and japanese folklore themes, s2l, slight predator/prey themes; non idol au, merman au, samebito au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, a little bit of arguing between Y/N and some of the townsfolk about the existence of mermaids, some slightly sad conversation about Jisung being alone, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special taglist: @yoonguurt , @anyamaris , @wooyoungqueen , @kpop-stories-21 , @xsweetelegantdiasterx , @kookthief , @stardragongalaxy , @millennial-fangirl , @blankdyean , @imwithurmother , @bangchans-angel , @oreoqueen , @yjeonginlvr , @zdgx1 , @shuxsoo , @s00buwu , @queenmea604 , @pochaccomin , @katsukis1wife , @linos-catnip , @wh0r3mir4 , @cutiespaghetti Join the taglist! »» Closed ! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED.

a/n: this is super self-indulgent and I will not apologize for shark merman cnc Jisung. I wanted this Jisung so I made him. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. If you enjoyed this, reblog or leave a comment. I love feedback. The next part, Changbin's part, is the last one of this series! That being said, next up is the Holiday Special of Tales from Camp. You can sign up for that taglist here and read the first two installments here. If you've yet to read the OG Tales from Camp, that masterlist is here. Thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), unprotected sex (he’s a freakin shark merman. You think he cares about avoiding pregnancy? He can’t even get her pregnant lol but you need to use protection!), oral (f receiving), con noncon, pool/water sex (kinda lol), dirty talk, use of pet names (little fish, cutie, baby, pet, etc), rough sex, dom!Jisung, sub!Reader, even though it’s cnc Y/N is very receptive towards his advances and in the end, she does give him consent. But if CNC or dubcon makes you uncomfy, don’t read it. This is my fantasy. I wrote this for me lol if I missed anything let me know

dialogue prompt: ❛ I'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

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The warning sign at the beach that read ‘beware of sharks’ in all capital letters should have served as warning for what you were about to get yourself into.

Living in a seaside town has always had its perks. Sandy beaches to visit in the summers, the smell of salt that you’d come to love, boating, all the seafood you could want among them. It was almost like your own personal paradise.

The one drawback was the shark population that increased at the end of summer which drove away the rest of the tourism for the season. You weren’t mad about it. After all, the ocean was home to all marine animals, sharks included. As a biologist, you knew each animal had its own purpose and was beneficial to the ecosystem, especially sharks.

So despite the danger, you never missed an opportunity to dive when the weather allowed. Of course, you chose night time for your dives.

Night was perfect as the animals weren’t as active without the sunlight.

Your dive for the night had taken you to a rocky part of the shore where you knew caves would be. The caves along the shore were always hard to reach and most of them only had underwater entrances.

You’d explored a fair share of them since moving to this town but there were many more you wanted to explore and see what kind of life you could find.

This excursion was like any other, you’d made a plan with the local coast guard as well as letting your contact in town know when, where, and how long you’d be. It was a standard procedure which had become routine for you.

You had taken out your boat and anchored it just off shore and near what you assumed was the opening to another cave before suiting up and jumping into the water. The water was cool enough in the summer months but in the fall it was almost freezing, making you grateful for the wetsuit you wore no matter the temperature. Making sure your mask was secure you slowly sank into the water, turning on and shining your light towards the bottom of the rocks.

An opening was visible at the base and you carefully made your way down, inspecting the opening before starting inside. You’d explored many of these caves before, you knew the procedure and the caves never scared you. To some, caving was one thing but to do so underwater was an entirely different beast. To you, it was almost second nature.

As you continued forward, you scanned the walls of the cave, taking note of the coral, algae, and other life that had taken root on the walls. It wasn’t uncommon to find life in places like this. Sea caves were often the home to unique and enclosed ecosystems.

As you gently propelled yourself forward, you noticed how the cave seemed to open up. As you reached the end you looked up and saw that the cave did indeed open up into a large cavern. Sand lined the bottom of the cavern, many coral reefs and other life taking up residence. You started to swim up, noticing the surface approaching rapidly.

You broke through the surface of the water and found that the cavern was much larger than you initially thought. Swimming over to the edge of the pool, you pulled yourself up and started to look around as you started to remove your mask.

It was a rounded cavern. The pool was about twenty feet in diameter but there was a rocky ledge where you were currently perched on and then the rocky floor continued for another twenty feet making the whole diameter of the cavern about forty feet. You pulled your mask off and set it down as you undid and shrugged off your oxygen tank.

“This is incredible,” you whispered to yourself as you removed your flippers and got up, starting to walk around the cavern and inspect the walls. There was a slight glitter to them as you shined your light. Not like they were wet but like some kind of diamond dust was embedded in the rock.

You looked straight above your head and noticed there was an almost perfect circular cut out in the cavern ceiling and moonlight was filtering through the hole. The moonlight hit the surface of the water and danced around the cavern.

As you were inspecting, you noticed something else.

The cave seemed inhabited. You noticed bones collected in a pile and an old fire pit. You wondered who might seek shelter in this cave when it was so close to the boardwalk but didn’t have time to dwell on it as you heard a large splash coming from the pool.

You made your way back over and cursed as you saw your mask and oxygen tank sinking to the bottom of the pool. “Shit,” you said softly and looked around. You hoped there might be a break in the rocks that would allow you to exit the cave instead of having to go back into the pool but you saw nothing.

You turned around on the spot, trying to figure out a way out of this but you saw nothing that could help. There was nothing you could use to reach the tank and mask which were now nestled at the bottom of the pool in the sand. “Fuck!” you cursed, your voice echoing off the wall.

You looked away from the pool when you heard a shift against the rock behind you.

Shining your light back, you saw nothing and chalked it up to nerves.

You turned back, eyes catching something dark in the pool below you before you felt something grab you and pull you into the pool.

You kicked and fought against whatever it was until it seemed to let go of you and you quickly swam to the surface, coughing once you broke through the surface. You tried to pull yourself up onto the rocky ledge but something grabbed your leg and tugged, pulling you off the wall and back into the water.

Just as quickly as it grabbed you, it let go.

You tried to shine your flashlight around but whatever it was moved too fast for you to get a good glimpse of it. In a desperate attempt to throw the animal off, you threw your flashlight away, turning back for the ledge at the light splashed a considerable distance away.

You hoped the splash would distract the animal enough for you to get away and it seemed to work as you scrambled up onto the rocky ledge before you pulled away and peered back at the still water’s surface. Your eyes scanned the area, looking for any kind of predator that could have been responsible.

Upon not seeing one, you looked down to inspect your arm and your ankle. Your skin was unbroken and mostly unscathed. There were slight imprints, almost like teeth or maybe even claws but no blood had been drawn.

A small splash caught your attention and you snapped your head up in time to see a ripple cross the surface of the water. Something had disturbed the water. You saw a dark shadow move near the bottom of the pool, only noticing it as it crossed in front of the beam of your flashlight.

You were being watched. Whatever had dragged you into the water knew you were there and it was circling the pool. Waiting. Hunting. Whatever it was was sentient enough to know it had you trapped. It knew the only way out of the cave was through the water and it would wait.

You should have been terrified. After all, it was hunting you but your curiosity wouldn’t be satisfied until you caught a glimpse of it. You had to know what it was.

Carefully, you approached the edge of the pool, eyes scanning the dark and catching a large shadow as it swam in circles. Not in an erratic or frenzied pattern but calmly. Almost… leisurely.

As you peered over the edge of the rocks, the shadow stopped circling and started to swim to the surface. You watched in awe as a dark smooth body broke through the surface before you saw the fin. A shark fin. ‘Of course it was a shark,’ you told yourself watching as the creature moved towards you.

You pulled back slightly as it drew closer and closer. You were well aware that some sharks were known for their breaching behavior, namely great whites. This was definitely not a great white shark. It was much darker. It could have been a tiger shark but tigers weren’t known for their aggressive behavior.

Bull sharks on the other hand were and though bull sharks hadn’t been spotted in the area in over 20 years, it wasn’t completely impossible.You drew back entirely, hoping the animal wouldn’t try to jump out of the water to reach you.

As it drew closer, you watched as it dove down with just precision that you were starting to wonder if it was a shark after all. Sharks weren’t known for diving so steeply. They were gradual divers. You leaned over the edge and lost sight of the shadow. Your eyes caught the flickering of your flashlight and you cursed as it went dark, the illumination you had now gone and only the light of the moon allowing you to see.

The water seemed to still as you looked around. Had it left? Was the animal gone? Your instincts told you it was still there, waiting for you to slip up before it took you at its latest meal.

Even though sharks didn’t go out of their way to eat humans, if one was hungry enough, it would stalk one and wait. Just like any other starving predator.

As you looked around, you saw bubbles just under where you were leaning over the water.

You glanced down and let out an ear piercing scream as the creature surfaced quickly, forcing you back as it breached and landed on top of you. You struggled to push it away, taking care to avoid the head and any potential bites.

As you struggled under the weight of the animal, you could have sworn you heard… laughter?

Your eyes popped open and you looked up, fear and shock mixing as you stared at the creature above you.

You were looking into the face of a man. Your shock and fear turned briefly into anger as you tried to make sense of the situation. Had it been a man this whole time? Some weird cave hermit that had been tormenting you and pretending to be a shark to scare you into leaving his home?

“You should see your face!” he said as his laughter grew. You narrowed your eyes and tried to sit up but it was then you noticed the lower half of his body and gasped.

From the waist up, he was human. Golden tan skin that blended into the dark blackish-blue of his shark-like tail. A… merman? Your eyes traveled back up to his face, taking in each and every detail bathed in moonlight. He wore around his neck a black cord necklace with shells and in the middle, a pendant made from a shark tooth.

You watched as he continued to laugh, sharp pointed teeth peeking out from his plush peachy lips.

“You humans are so much fun,” he said as his laughter subsided. His hands rested on the rock under you as he leaned over you, his slim waist positioned between your thighs as he smirked at you. Leaning slightly to the left, you looked over his body again. The dark blackish-blue faded into a pale grayish-blue on the ventricle side and the same grayish-blue stripes covered his back. The fin on his back was just past his waist and was a very typical shark-like fin.

His tail was also the trademark shark fin but it was more like a thresher tail with the top part of the fin longer. Your eyes traveled back up to his face, inspecting the ocean blue irises that stared back at you. “What the--” you trailed off, pushing yourself up, forcing the creature to back up.

“What are you?” you asked, voice full of caution and curiosity. You watched as the creature fell back into the water, disappearing below the surface before popping back up, fixing you with a playful stare. “You’re the scientist,” he noted. “You tell me.”

You stared at him blankly. How could you even expect to explain this? Explain him? His very existence had been disputed and debated for hundreds of years. Mermaids were the stuff of legend and folklore. They weren’t supposed to exist.

If that were the case however, how did you explain this? How did you explain the creature treading water before you? “It has to be some sort of suit,” you mumbled, looking at the shark-like body under the water. The creature scoffed. “It’s always ‘seeing is believing’ with you humans until something shows up and then it’s all ‘has to be fake.’ Do you ever believe anything?” he asked.

You looked up, examining his face. His soft features. Round cheeks, plush pouty lips that started to lift into a crooked smile, showing off his pointed teeth. “I believe in science,” you explained and he rolled his eyes. “But I also believe there are things science can’t explain,” you continued.

You started to lower yourself into the water and he immediately shied away. You held up your hand. “I’m not going to hurt you,” you said softly. You saw his eyes flit to the knife strapped to your thigh. You followed his gaze and quickly removed the weapon.

“For protection,” you replied, setting it on the rocks behind you and facing him. “In case something tries to take a bite out of me,” you added. His brow furrowed. “If you get bit, maybe you shouldn’t get in the water,” he replied and you nodded. “I’ve never been bit,” you answered. “I’ve gotten close, but the knife is a last resort,” you continued.

“You have your teeth and your claws,” you reminded him. “My teeth and nails are no match for shark skin,” you added. “If you aren’t a match, why do you enter the ring?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. A smile spread across your face. “Because I study marine life,” you replied.

“I’m a marine biologist.”

The creature tilted his head the opposite direction. “Are you here to study me?” he asked. You shrugged before answering. “Up until a few minutes ago, I didn’t even know you existed,” you answered, swimming a little closer. He watched you cautiously. “So you didn’t know this cave is my home?” he asked and you shook your head. “No, I had no idea.”

He studied you carefully.

“Are you… a merman?” you asked suddenly. His expression changed, amusement crossing his features as he laughed. “A merman?” he asked incredulously. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Those pretty boys live safe and sound in their lairs, never venturing far from home,” he added.

You cocked your head to the side. “Pretty boys?” you asked. “Do you not think you’re pretty?”

Your question must have caught him off guard because he stopped smiling and stared at you, a slight pink hue reaching his cheeks. “N-no,” he answered finally. “I’m not.” You frowned at him. How could he not think he was? You found all sea life incredible beautiful but nothing you’d encountered before had made you think it was attractive and yet here he was before you.

“I think you’re pretty,” you replied. He stared at you, eyes widening. “Y-you do?” he asked softly, to which you nodded. “I think you’re very pretty,” you replied. He swam a little closer, inspecting your face. “So,” you said, breaking the silence. “If you aren’t a merman, what are you?”

He raised his gaze to meet yours, drawing it from your body under the water. “What do you think I am? Hmm, marine biologist?” he asked and you sighed, backing away from him and pulling yourself up onto the rock. “Sorry,” you said as you situated yourself. “My legs were getting tired.”

He watched as you massaged your calves. “I can only tread water for so long.”

“In my experience,” you started. “I’ve never seen anything like you,” you continued. “The shark part is unlike any species I’ve ever seen. It’s like an amalgamation of tiger and thresher sharks,” you noted. He smiled, showing off his pointy teeth as he swam closer. “So you’re saying I’m unique?” he asked.

You nodded as he drew closer. “Unique and otherworldly,” you added. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” He pulled himself back up, leaning over your frame. “You’ve never seen anything like me?” You shook your head again. “Never,” you replied.

Silence fell over the two of you as you stared at one another. His dark hair had started to dry a bit, the ends of his bangs falling into his eyes. “What do you call yourself?” you asked, tilting your head to the right. He smiled, mimicking your movement. “Jisung,” he replied. “My name is Jisung.”

“Jisung,” you repeated. He leaned in, eyes watching your lips as you spoke. “I like the way you say my name,” he whispered. You could feel your heart rate kicking up as he leaned closer. ‘What is he doing?’ You stared back as his eyes moved up to meet your gaze. “What is your name?” he asked just as softly as before.

You froze. He was asking your name? Should you tell him? It’s not like he was going to look you up or something. You then wondered if you should tell any kind of sentient creature your name. Didn’t that give them power over you or something? You must have taken longer than he expected because he smirked at you.

“What’s the matter? Shark got your tongue?” he asked, amused by his own joke.

Your facade broke and you smiled. “Y/N,” you finally answered. “I’m Y/N.” Jisung smiled back, a genuine smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he replied, lowering back into the water and staring up at you.

“Likewise,” you replied.

After meeting Jisung that night, you promised to come back. And came back you did.

You managed to gain his trust enough to draw a small vial of blood, and take a couple pictures mainly of his tail and markings. You promised to keep his existence a secret, making sure all your research on him was done at home and that you kept everything under wraps.

A few days turned into a week and you came back almost every night, getting to know Jisung and more about his existence. You learned that he wasn’t a merman, like he had said. He was a samebito. He had explained that it was similar to a merman but different folklore and legends.

A week and a half had passed since you first met Jisung and you were currently sitting on the edge of the boat, writing in your notebook, going over your notes before suiting up and jumping in the water. 

A splash caught your attention and you glanced up. You weren’t sure why you even looked, it was night time and you couldn’t even see the water except near your boat. You grabbed the spotlight, flipping it on and turning it slowly until something came into view and you sighed.

“Someone’s impatient,” you chuckled, letting go of the light and returning to your notes as Jisung swam over to your boat. “I got lonely,” he said softly as he reached the end of your boat. He quickly pulled himself up to sit on the side of the boat near you.

“What’re you writing?” he asked, leaning over to see your notebook. “Just some notes,” you mumbled, finishing up your notes and closing the notebook quickly, and setting it aside. You turned to look at him and your smile fell upon seeing the fresh scar on his shoulder.

“What happened here?” you asked, voice laced with concern as you scooted closer.

He glanced down and let out a chuckle. “Oh,” he said softly. “I got a little too close to a shark feed ground,” he continued. “I’ll heal pretty quickly,” he added as you inspected the wound. “I was hunting and got in the way,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

“Have you eaten?” you asked, looking up at him. He met your gaze and hesitated. “What?” he asked and watched as you got up and walked over to the opposite side of the boat, lifting one of the seats and reached in to pull out one of the fish you’d caught earlier.

“Here,” you said, holding it up. “I mean,” you added, turning your head to look at the fish. “I could cook it,” you said softly. Jisung smiled and chuckled. “Did you catch that for me?” he asked as you walked over, holding the fish up. You nodded. “There’s more in the cooler,” you added.

Jisung chuckled and shook his head. “It’s okay,” he said with a smile. “I’ve eaten,” he explained, taking the fish from you. “I don’t want to gross you out,” he added as he inspected it. “Oh,” you said dejectedly. Jisung looked up and handed the fish back. “Just keep it on ice for a little while longer and sell it if you don’t eat fish,” he said softly.

You took the fish and took it back to the cooler, closing it and placing the seat down before heading back and sitting back down. “So when did this happen?” you asked, nodding at his shoulder. He glanced down again as he thought.

“Oh, maybe like a couple hours ago,” he replied and your eyes widened in shock. “Wait, really?” you asked and he nodded, looking confused at your shock. “Yeah, I heal pretty quickly,” he added with a laugh. You leaned forward, reaching up to brush your fingers against his skin.

“Weird,” you murmured, making him throw his head back with a laugh. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly. Jisung shook his head. “It’s okay,” he replied. “Like you said, you’ve never met anyone like me.” You chuckled, nodding. “That’s true,” you added.

Silence fell over the two of you as you looked up at the sky, the waves lapping at the sides of the boat and a gentle breeze blowing through the air. You looked over at Jisung to find him already looking at you, a calm expression on his face.

“What?” you asked softly and he shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. “Nothing,” he answered. “Oh!” he said quickly sitting up. “I found something really cool while out the other night!” he said and turned towards you.

“Wanna see it?” he asked. You nodded, feeling excited. “Where are we going?” you asked, getting up and starting to strip to your bikini, not noticing the way Jisung’s eyes followed your movement and body. You moved to grab your wetsuit.

Jisung waited patiently for you to pull it on. “Jump in,” Jisung said, looking at the water and you looked at the water. “We’re swimming there?” you asked, making him chuckle. “It’s not far,” he answered. “It’s worth it, I promise.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Come on, Y/N,” he groaned. “Live a little,” he added with a wink before rolling towards the edge of the boat and diving into the water. You sighed and grabbed your boat keys, pulling the elastic over your wrist and walking over to the light, shutting it off the light and heading to the bow of the boat, grabbing your flashlight and snorkel mask. 

As you reached the back, you turned the light on to see Jisung was floating, waiting for you. “Where are we going?” you asked as you held the flashlight between your knees as you pulled the mask on. “Not far,” Jisung said as you grabbed the flashlight and climbed down the ladder, joining him in the water.

Jisung took your hand and gently pulled you along. “Come here,” he said softly. “Hold on,” he added, guiding your arms around his neck. “Are you sure?” you asked, softly, cheeks burning as you looked at him so closely. He turned his head to look at you, his own cheeks turning soft pink.

“Uh,” yeah,” he said softly. “Just try not to get under me,” he added. 

It felt weird, hanging off him from behind as he started swimming. It almost felt like you were riding a shark, the trashing as he started off but soon turned into a smooth motion as he zipped through the water, propelled only by the powerful tail.

Jisung was careful to stay near the surface so you didn’t have to hold your breath with the mask. You could tell he was holding back, not swimming as fast as you knew he could go. You’d seen him zipping through the water before, breaching the surface at speeds you suspected most sharks could reach.

This was much slower than you’d witnessed.

Jisung started to slow, lifting his head out of the water. As he came to a stop, you slid from his back, reaching up to remove your snorkel mask. “We’re almost there,” he said, looking up at the stars overhead. You glanced skyward, letting out a soft gasp.

“Wow,” you whispered. Jisung chuckled, grabbing your hand gently. “Come on,” he said quietly, tugging you through the water towards the rocky beach. “I’ve seen these rocks when visiting you,” you commented as he led you towards them. “You’ll need your goggles for this,” he said, turning to look back at you. As soon as the words left his lips, you pulled them back on, dumping any water out of them.

“Now what?” you asked as he took your hand again. “Hold your breath,” he instructed. You took a deep breath and allowed him to pull you under the water, leading you down towards a cave opening. It wasn’t unlike the entrance to his cave; only this one was much narrower.

The cave opening seemed to go on forever, winding around as you let Jisung pull you. Your lungs were starting to burn and you knew if you didn’t hurry, you’d start to suffocate. Finally, Jisung pulled you free from the narrow cave into a much larger one and pushed you towards the surface.

You kicked towards the surface of the pool, breaching at the same time he did. Jisung floated near as you coughed, allowing air to fill your lungs again, the taste of salt on your tongue. “I had no idea there were so many of these,” you gasped. “How many are there?”

Jisung chuckled, taking your hand. “Come,” he said simply, pulling you through the water. The inside of this cave was much different than his. Instead of a single round chamber, there were multiple round chambers, connected together. 

Jisung pulled you along into the next chamber until you reached the last one. “Through there,” he nodded towards a window in the rock wall. “This is so cool,” you commented as you swam over, pulling yourself up to peer out.

It was then that you saw it.

Jisung pulled himself up next to you, a wide grin on his face. “Wow,” you whispered. “Cool, huh?” he asked, resting his chin on his forearm.

Outside the cave was more stretch of ocean, waves rolling up onto a sandy beach. There was only about twenty feet between the beach and the treeline behind it and the beach stretched for about fifty feet between two rocky bluffs.

All along the beach, rolling in the waves were glowing blue lights. “Bioluminescent plankton,” you whispered. “They come here every night to feed,” he whispered. “It’s pretty cool, with the stars and the lights,” he continued.

You turned to look at him.

“This little alcove is remote,” he explained. “Human’s haven’t started colonizing it,” he added. “I think it might be privately owned,” he continued. You glanced at him before looking back at the beach. “I hope it stays like this,” you whispered, also resting your chin on your forearm.

You sat in silence, watching the lights dance in the waves. You could feel Jisung’s eyes on you and you turned to look at him, your cheeks burning. You watched his eyes flit between your eyes and your lips before he slowly moved. He lifted his hand, moving it to cup your face, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek.

Your heart started to hammer in your chest as he leaned closer. At that moment, a shrill laugh rang out from the direction of the trees. Jisung pulled back abruptly and you turned away from his gaze to look at the beach as a beam of light bounced along the sand.

“Teenagers,” you whispered as a group of teens came out of the woods, giggling as they descended on the shore. Jisung scoffed as he watched them. “Ungrateful little shits.” You snorted into a laugh. “Come on,” you said softly. “Before they decide to come into the water and find this cave with us inside.”

Jisung allowed you to lead him away, back through the cave. You pulled your mask back on, taking another deep breath and letting Jisung pull you through the narrow opening and back into the open ocean. You took your time swimming back, only hitching a ride when your legs gave out.

Back at the boat, Jisung watched you climb up the ladder and pulled himself up on the side again, watching as you disappeared into the cabin. In the privacy of your boat, you stripped and dried off, pulling on dry clothes and running a towel haphazardly over your hair before returning to Jisung.

His hair had started to dry as he lounged on the side of the boat, his tail hanging down the side of the vessel. You chuckled, turning on the lights of the boat and Jisung opened one eye to look at you. “Are you gonna sleep there?” you asked as you walked over, taking a seat on the cushion below where he was lounging.

He propped himself up, looking down at you. “What happened back there,” he started, his voice taking on a more serious tone. You looked away, feeling a sour taste bubbling up from your stomach. ‘He wants to forget it,’ you told yourself.

“It’s fine,” you interrupted. “It can’t happen, I know,” you added. You refused to look up at him so you missed the way his brows knitted together as he stared at you, a slight pout on his lips. “That’s what you’re going to say, right?” you asked when he didn’t answer.

“I’m a human and you’re not. So we can’t.”

You felt his fingers move under your chin, turning and tilting your head to face him. “Stop jumping to conclusions,” he said sternly before leaning in and closing the distance, pressing his lips against yours. For a split second, you panicked before accepting the gesture and melting into the kiss.

You whined as he started to pull back. You pulled him back in by the back of his neck, kissing him more fiercely. Jisung accepted your advances, lips parting as he took back control, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You pulled him closer, leaning back onto the cushions and forcing him to follow your movements.

Jisung groaned into the kiss and pulled back quickly. “Wait,” he gasped. “Sorry,” you whispered as he pushed himself up. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just give me a second.” You sat up as he pulled back, taking a few deep breaths. “Things were getting a little intense,” he admitted.

You smiled shyly. “Sorry,” you replied. “I got a little excited I guess,” you added, shrugging. Jisung chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “That’s okay,” he answered. “I did, too,” he admitted with a grin. “It happened really fast. I’m sorry if I crossed a line,” he continued.

You shook your head, pulling your knees up and resting your head against the backrest of the seat. “It’s okay,” you said softly, looking up at him in the lights of the boat. “I wanted it.” Jisung nibbled on his bottom lip nervously. “You did?” he asked, his voice sounding optimistic.

You nodded. “I did,” you reassured him. “You didn’t cross a line.”

“That’s a relief.”

Silence fell over you as you watched him and he watched you for a while. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you spoke. “Do you ever get scared?” you asked him. He tilted his head curiously. “Scare?” he asked. “Of what?”

“The town? Fishermen? Being discovered?”

Jisung hesitated, no doubt pondering his answer. “Sometimes,” he answered finally. “I guess I haven’t really thought about it but I like being left alone,” he said, smiling before speaking. “Well, mostly alone,” he added. “I just want to live my life like most creatures.”

“Have you ever been spotted before?” you asked and he smiled wider. “You tell me? Heard any stories?” you snorted as you realized what he was hinting at. “No, thankfully,” you replied. Jisung chuckled at your response. “There you have it. Safe and undiscovered except by you.”

He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Your cheeks heated up again. You could feel the heat spread all the way down to your core and you tried not to focus on the feeling lingering in your stomach. Jisung noticed a shift in your demeanor and tilted his head.

“You okay?” he asked softly, moving his hand to caress your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. You nodded wordlessly. “Yeah,” you answered. “I’m great,” you lied. “But it’s getting late,” you commented. “I should probably head out.”

You got up, Jisung sitting up and watching as you did. “Hey,” he called softly, reaching out for your hand. You allowed him to take hold of it and pull you closer. “I have to go hunting tomorrow but I’ll see you after, yeah?” he asked. You nodded, leaning in to press your forehead against his.

“Goodnight,” you said softly. Jisung pulled you in, placing a tender kiss against your lips. 

“Goodnight,” he whispered. You watched as he dove off the side of the boat and into the water with a splash, only surfacing to look up at you. You waved at him as he stared up at you. 

“See you tomorrow!” he called before disappearing below the surface, no doubt heading into his cave.

“See you tomorrow,” you whispered.

Only you didn’t see him the next day. Or the day after that. You couldn’t bring yourself to face him.

The night after Jisung took you to see the bioluminescent plankton and kissed you, your dreams were plagued with him. They started innocently, spending time exploring the caves but they soon took a turn and you were starting to have inappropriate thoughts and dreams about him.

Things you should definitely not be thinking about.

The dreams only escalated after that and soon you were dreaming about him showing up in your home, shark tail gone and replaced with human legs.

It was starting to get out of hand.

You hadn’t been back to see Jisung in almost a week and you were feeling guilty not only for disappearing but also for having continuous wet dreams about him. How were you supposed to look him in the eye when all you could think about was him pinning you down and having his way with you?

You knew sooner or later, you’d have to go back out there. You couldn’t just not ever come back. You at least needed to explain to him why you’d been avoiding him and avoiding coming back.

The final push came when you were at the market, looking at some cuts of steak for dinner when you overheard a conversation at the next stall over.

“You’re so full of shit, Paul,” a woman said, shaking her head as she continued crocheting. “No I’m not!” the man you presumed was Paul replied. “I saw it! Looked like a great big tiger shark but it had the upper body of a man!”

You froze, eyes widening as you inspected a particular cut of steak. ‘Jisung?’

“And where did you see this mermaid?” another man asked, laughing. “Near the pier! I was doing some fishing off the end when I spotted it! Was huge! Like ten feet long!” You felt your heart start to pound as you forced a smile and pointed out two steaks.

The stall owner packaged them up for you. “Thanks,” you murmured, handing over a few notes to pay for the meat as the conversation beside you carried on.

“I swear, I saw it!”

You walked away as the others around the man laughed and waved their hands, dismissing his claims. Upon returning home, your mind was made up for you as you entered your kitchen, making one of the steaks for yourself and saving the other. You wonder if Jisung had ever had steak before.

After dinner, you packed your stuff, grabbing your bikini and house keys. You stopped and grabbed the steak from the fridge and headed out of the house, locking up and walking towards the marina, bag slung over your shoulder.

You ignored the night beach goers enjoying bonfires as you headed for the docks. Once on your boat, you casted off, backing your boat out and driving out towards the caves where you knew Jisung had taken up residence.

You reached the rocks in record time, casting your anchor and moving to lower the microphone in the water. You normally didn’t have to use it but you figured after a week, you might need to use it to draw Jisung out.

You turned the dial, starting the dolphin call and sat on one of the seats.

You waited patiently, arms crossed over your chest before you got up and headed into the cabin, changing out of your clothes and into your bikini and then pulling on the wetsuit. As you exited the cabin you heard a splash and looked up to see Jisung perched on the side of your boat staring at you.

There was no smile nor greeting. He merely stared at you blankly.

Neither of you said anything as you stared at one another. Finally Jisung spoke.

“What?” he asked shortly. You crossed to the cooler, lifting the seat and opening the cooler lid. You pulled out the steak and held it up to show him. “Ever had beef?” you asked. Jisung narrowed his eyes. “That’s all you have to say?” he asked. You tore open the brown paper and removed the plastic, holding up the steak.

“Have you ever had steak?”

He glared at you. “Is this some kind of test?” he asked. You shook your head, walking over to where he was and climbed up to sit next to him. “No,” you replied. “I was at the market earlier and got steak,” you explained. He stared at you, glancing down at the meat and back up.

“And this is relevant, how?” he asked. He was clearly upset at you and you couldn’t fault him. You disappeared after he’d kissed you. You presented the steak. “How about you eat and I’ll talk, hmm?” you asked. He looked up at you hesitantly before he nodded.

You handed him the steak to inspect. “You said it’s beef?” he asked. You nodded as he raised it to sniff. “Cow,” you added. “It’s actually a really tender cut,” you continued. “I cooked the other one earlier and ate it for dinner.”

You turned away as he nibbled at the end of the steak. “I also heard an interesting story at the market when I was buying this steak,” you explained. “One of the guys there, a local fisherman. name’s Paul,” you said, glancing at him.

“Well, Paul told everyone in his vicinity that he’d seen something out on the pier while fishing this morning,” you continued, noticing how Jisung’ gaze flickered to you. “Said he’d seen something… strange.” Jisung lowered the partially eaten steak.

“Said it was huge. Looked like a massive tiger shark,” you continued as Jisung stared unblinkingly at you. “Said it had the torso of a man.” Realization dawned on his face as you spoke. “I was spotted?” he asked and you sighed. “What were you doing at the pier in broad daylight?” you asked.

Jisung looked away from you and down at the meat. “I went looking for you,” he admitted. Your heart skipped a beat. “Why?” you asked softly. “Because you vanished,” he replied, looking up at you. “I haven’t seen you for a week!”

Your stomach sank. It was as you feared. “I’m sorry,” you said softly as he ripped the steak apart with his hands. “I was dealing with some things,” you added as he tore into one of the pieces. You watched as he chewed the raw meat and swallowed. “Are you okay now?” he asked.

You nodded. “For the most part,” you added. “I’m still… dealing,” you admitted. Jisung devoured the last of the steak and looked at you. “Do you have any more of that?” he asked, sniffing the air. You chuckled and shook your head. “No,” you replied. “Just the one.”

He pouted. “That was really good,” he murmured, looking disappointed. He perked up quickly. “You’re here though,” he added and you nodded. “I know,” you replied. “And I’m sorry I was gone.” He shook his head and nodded towards the water. “I have something to show you, come on!” he said and before you could answer, he rolled off the boat with a splash into the water below.

Sighing you grabbed your snorkel mask and turned off the boat lights, making sure to grab your keys and the ankle flashlight. Once you were equipped, you climbed down the ladder and into the water with a splash. Making sure the mask was secure, you ducked your head.

You could see Jisung swimming near the opening to his cave. Once he was certain you spotted him, he slipped into the narrow opening and you took a deep breath before following, removing the mouth piece of your snorkel.

You pulled yourself into the opening and followed the path to the interior chamber, kicking toward the surface. Jisung was sitting on the ledge of the pool and you moved over to join him, pulling the mask off and setting it aside.

“What did you wanna show me?” you asked as you pulled yourself up. Jisung held up his hand, showing you a collection of shells. “Scallops,” you muttered, picking up one of the shells. “And this,” he added, showing you an intact clam.

“It already died,” he explained as he carefully pried it open with his nails. “But this is what I really wanted to show you,” he explained as he picked up something small and round and handed it over, placing it in your palm. It was a pearl.

“It’s so pretty,” you breathed, holding the pearl closer. Jisung smiled before he slipped into the water. “I have one more thing to show you,” he added and disappeared under the water, diving down to the bottom of the pool.

He resurfaced moments later and swam closer, holding up something small, smooth, and purple. “Sea glass,” he said as you took the smooth stone-like material. “I see this stuff all the time,” he explained as he rested his chin on your knee. You smiled at him. “You’re giving gifts now?” you asked and he nodded.

He took a deep breath, the smile on his face dropping. “Is something different about you?” he asked suddenly. You glanced down at him and shook your head. “No,” you replied. He lifted his head, sniffing the air. “Something smells different…”

Your cheeks burned as he leaned closer, inhaling your scent.

“Oh,” he said softly, glancing up at you.

“Are you-”

“These are really pretty gifts,” you interrupted, looking down at the pearl and sea glass. Jisung’s brow furrowed as you avoided his gaze. “Y/N,” he started and when you still didn’t look at him, he pulled himself up, caging you in with his arms as his body slotted between your thighs.

You let out a surprised squeak, the pearl and sea glass falling from your hands and into the water with a plop. Jisung was inspecting your face, leaning closer. “Jisung,” you warned as he leaned even closer, forcing you to lean back, holding yourself up with one hand.

One of his hands moved to your lower back and pulled your hips flush against him, forcing another squeak from your lips. Heat spread into your cheeks and pooled in the pit of your stomach and Jisung’s eyes widened as the realization hit him.

“So that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” he whispered. You shook your head. “I haven’t been avoiding-AHH!” you gasped as he very quickly pinned you down, your back flat against the rock as he hovered over you.

“You have,” he murmured. “You’ve been avoiding me. Was it the kiss?” he asked, his hands moving to pin your wrists together. “Did it have some sort of effect on--”

Jisung stopped, his words catching as he caught the change of your scent. The sudden flood of arousal that filled the cavern.

“Oh,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and eyes darkening. “So that does it for you, does it?” he asked, grinning lopsidedly at you, showing his sharp teeth off. 

“Being pinned down and unable to move?”

You stared up at him, breathing heavily as heat rushed to your core, a tingling sensation starting to form in your toes. “W-what?” you whispered, your voice much softer than you intended. Jisung’s grin widened. “I think you do. I think you like this,” he continued.

You shook your head but your voice wouldn’t come out. Jisung tilted his head, black eyes boring into yours. “I think you’re lying,” he said, leaning down, his lips inches from yours. “I think you like the idea of being unable to fight back,” he chuckled, nose nuzzling into your cheek.

“Maybe I should teach you a lesson for disappearing on me for three nights. Making me worry about you.” You let out an involuntary whimper, feeling his hips grind against yours. Jisung let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, baby,” Jisung whispered as he ghosted his lips over the skin of your neck up to your ear.

“You really should have stayed away another night.”

You let out a squeal as Jisung pulled back, water splashing as he pulled you with him.

You surfaced, kicking under you to stay afloat as you looked around quickly. You turned back to the rocky ledge, to pull yourself up but as you got about halfway out of the water, Jisung resurfaced, pressing against your back and pinning you against the rocks.

You let out a cry of surprise as he chuckled in your ear, his hands wandering to your wetsuit and your eyes widened as you heard a rip of the fabric. ‘Did he just…’

When Jisung pulled back to admire his handiwork, you realized he’d ripped the entire back of your wetsuit open, completely ignoring the zipper right next to it.

You lowered yourself into the water and turned to look over your shoulder at him, finding half of his face submerged in the water. “What the hell!” you snapped. Jisung darted forward, pinning you against the rock wall. “Sorry, little fish,” he chuckled as his hands were quick to start pulling your wetsuit off, leaving you in just your swimsuit.

“That was my favorite wetsuit,” you pouted as you watched it sink into the depths of the pool. Jisung blocked your view, taking your face in his hands. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, leaning in until your lips were inches apart. You stared back at him, unmoving. He hesitated, a slight smirk crossing his features before he finally closed the distance, kissing you.

Your lips parted in a gasp allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. Your own hands had moved to the rocks, trying to keep yourself from sinking. Jisung pulled back, lips ghosting across your cheek and kissing down the side of your neck.

You felt him nip at the string of your bikini top. “I could easily snap this,” he mused before continuing to kiss along your shoulder. You opened your mouth to retort but he pressed his hips against yours, ripping a moan from your throat instead.

Another roll of his hips and your hands slipped from the rocks. Jisung was quick to grab your wrists, placing your hands on his shoulders. “If you need to hold onto something, hold onto me,” he said, watching your face as he rutted against you again.

Your head was swimming, heat pooling in your lower belly as the shark creature grinded against you, one hand holding onto the rocky ledge while the other moved down to your thigh, holding your hips in place. The rocks in the wall behind you jutted out, pushing into your back but you couldn’t be bothered to care, not when Jisung was breathing heavily into your ear, teasing you with his words.

“You know I could pin you down and have my way with you right now if I wanted to, right?”

You let out another moan as he rutted against you. “What’s stopping you,” you breathed, your voice just audible over the sound of the water lapping against the rocks. Jisung chuckled softly, his breath fanning over your collar and neck. “Because,” he started, slowing his movements.

“I’m waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you.”

One of your hands moved up the back of his neck, tangling in his dark locks. “Then consider this my consent,” you whispered before pulling him into a heated kiss. It only lasted for a few moments before Jisung lifted you up out of the water, placing you on the edge of the rock ledge.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, reaching up and untying one side of your bikini bottoms, letting the material fall before untying the other side and grabbing your hips in his hands. You had no time to ask what he was doing before you felt his tongue rough against your clit.

“Oh shit,” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut, one hand moving to his hair. Jisung ignored your grip on him, merely licking slowly up your slit. “That steak tasted amazing,” he noted, his voice low and gravelly.

“But you taste divine.”

You let out another moan as his lips attached to your clit, teasing, flicking, and sucking on the sensitive nub. You felt the tips of his pointed nails digging slightly into the flesh of your thighs. “Oh shit,” you gasped as he nipped at your clit.

“J-Jisung!” you whined, back arching as he lapped at your clit. “Keep saying my name like that,” he groaned against you. “Sounds so good when you say it like that, baby.”

“I need you pliant,” he murmured, pulling back to look at your slit. “But I don’t wanna hurt you,” he added softly. “Spread your legs for me, cutie,” he instructed. “And keep them spread.”

You did as he asked, spreading your thighs, squeaking out a small yelp when he pushed your knees closer to you. “Hold right here,” he said, patting the backs of your knees. You replaced his hands and groaned as you felt his tongue against your slit.

“Relax for me,” you heard him mutter and you took a deep breath.

You felt the tip of his tongue push into your hole and both of you groaned; you at the intrusion and him at the taste and warmth of your cunt. You felt him ease more of his tongue into your walls and wondered if he’d been hiding the majority of his tongue.

You moaned, walls clenching as his tongue moved in and out of you slowly. “F-fuck. I didn’t know you could do that,” you whined. Jisung hummed against you, sending vibrations against your clit and you gasped out.

Just as quickly, he withdrew his tongue and pulled back. “I think that’s enough,” he said as you propped yourself up, chest heaving. “I’ll just have to take my time easing into you,” he added, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer.

You let out a yelp as your lower half fell into the water. “Turn around,” he growled, grabbing your hips and pushing you into position as you held onto the ledge. Jisung lifted you partially out of the water, holding you in place. “W-what’re you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you, baby,” he chuckled. You felt something warm and wet grind against you and you let out a moan. “O-okay,” you said as he pressed the head of his cock against your slit. “It’s not too late to tap out,” he joked and you shook your head.

“No,” you retorted. “I want this.” 

Jisung hissed, the tip of his cock slipping into you and making you gasp at the intrusion. You hadn’t gotten to see it before he was pushing it into you but it felt huge. You moaned, your walls stretching to accommodate him as he slid in, inch by inch.

“Hold still,” you heard him whisper as he pinned you against the ledge. “What--FUCK!”

You cursed, gasping as he thrust forward, sheathing his entire length inside you with one motion.

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, knees bumping into the rock wall as Jisung bottomed out. “Hah, so t-tight,” you heard him grunt. “M’gonna fuck you so good,” he chuckled, resting his forearm over your back. “Now just stay still, baby,” he continued, slowly pulling back and snapping his hips forward, making you gasp.

“Fuck you feel good. I should have done this a lot sooner,” he mused, setting a steady pace, thrusting into you from behind. “J-Jisung,” you whimpered. You felt his breath as he leaned in close to your ear. “This was more fun when you fought back,” he panted. “So fight me.”

You tried to push yourself up but he just forced you back down. “Come on, baby,” he cooed. “You can do better than that. Beg me to stop,” he laughed, slamming into you, making you see stars with each thrust. “S-stop,” you stammered weakly.

Jisung laughed again, his breath hot and heavy against the back of your neck. “Is that the best you’ve got?” he asked. “Come on, pet,” he continued, grunting with effort. “Really beg me.”

S-stop, please,” you whimpered, finding a little more strength in your voice. You didn’t want him to stop though. Not when it felt so good. “That’s it,” Jisung groaned. “Keep it going. Beg me not to fuck you. Tell me you want me to let you go. Plead with me,” he growled.

You gasped as he gave you a hard thrust, stealing the words from your tongue and the breath from your lungs. “J-Jisung. Stop. This is wr-wrong. P-please s-uh-stop,” you moaned into the rocky surface. You noticed how your whines and pleas only spurred him on.

You tried again to push yourself up only for him to grab both of your wrists, forcing you back down against the rocks, pinning your arms behind your back with one hand. “You really think you can fight me off?” he scoffed, thrusts increasing in speed.

“You think you’re strong enough?”

You shook your head, moans slipping from your lips as your mind started to go blank. “That’s right, little fish,” he smirked. “You’re powerless against me. You can’t do anything. You’re completely at my mercy. This entire time you think you’ve been in control?”

He chuckled darkly. “You haven’t been in control of shit. I let you think you had the power here. You’re out of your depth, Y/N. You have no idea what you’re up against,” he growled, slowing his thrusts to deep rolls, making your eyes roll back and a low moan escape the back of your throat.

“I let you leave every night but you always come back to me,” he continued. “Why do you think that is?” he asked softly, continuing to grind against you, his cock lodged deep in your walls. “Because you’re mine,” he growled. “You’ve been mine from the moment you entered this cave and you’ll be mine when you leave ‘cause no matter how many times you leave after this…” he trailed off, licking against your pulse point.

“You’ll always come back to me.”

You let out a mix between a scream and a moan as you felt his sharp teeth pierce your skin. ‘He just bit you. You’re gonna bleed out, you idiot!’

Despite the sharp stinging pain, the bite was more superficial with only minimal bleeding. It was meant to scar you. To mark you. You were now marked as his. 

Upon sinking his teeth into your skin, Jisung felt your walls contract around his cock and he groaned, his thrusts regaining the same relentless pace from before, slamming into you repeatedly, savoring your cries of both pleasure and pain from the bite. It would heal. It wasn’t that deep anyway.

Your walls tightened, restricting his movement as he felt you cum and he coaxed you through it, whispering words of encouragement in your ear as you came down from your high. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Such a good girl, taking my cock so well.”

You moaned in response as he kept going. “It’s my turn, little one,” he murmured. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay. Just let go. I’ve got you,” he added, keeping a firm hold on your wrists. “Gonna fill this cute little pussy with my cum and make you mine.”

He readjusted your hips so the rock wasn’t digging into your hips before chasing his own. The sound of skin on skin echoed around the small cavern, bouncing off the rock walls, mixing with your moans until Jisung finally let out a slew of curses, strung between moans as he came, burying his cock deep inside you and filling your cunt with his seed.

He knew it wouldn’t take. You were human after all. He couldn’t actually breed with you but damn did it feel good to pretend for a few minutes as he came down from his own orgasm, muttering into your ear about how you were bound to him forever and how cute you’d look carrying his child.

When the moment passed, Jisung inspected the bite wound to your shoulder, clicking his tongue. “I could have bitten harder,” he murmured as he released your arms. “It might not show once it heals,” he added as you pushed yourself up. “If it doesn’t show up,” you said, your voice hoarse.

“I guess you’ll just have to try again.”

Jisung smiled as you looked over your shoulder at him. “How about tomorrow?” he asked, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. You rolled your eyes. “I meant after it heals, you perverted sex fiend!”

Jisung pouted as you pushed him away, his cock slipping out of you and retracting back into his body as you shakily pulled yourself up onto the rock ledge. “But,” he started as you grabbed your bikini bottoms and turned to face him. “No buts,” you retorted. “Let me heal first, otherwise you might kill me.”

Jisung watched as you put your swimsuit back on, retying the strings. He watched as you moved back to sit on the edge, dipping your legs into the water before moving to push your thighs apart and slot between them, resting his arms on the tops of your thighs.

He smiled a toothy grin when you looked down, meeting his gaze before he spoke.

“So, the day after tomorrow?”

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Stray Kids X reader:

Merry Christmas, please don't call [comfort/hurt]

I love you [fluff]

I'm stuck with a phobia [comfort/hurt]

My baby here on earth showed me what my heart was worth [reverse comfort/hurt]

Shadows and silhouettes [fluff]

No wisdom, just teeth [9th member AU]

When there's monsters on your ceiling, I'll keep you safe [9th member AU]

Dying star [9th member AU]

Bad idea, right? [Stranger AU]

You're wearing me out, but I love you the same [9th member AU]

Don't be afraid of me [9th member AU]

The music will wake me up again and again and again [9th member AU]

Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me [9th member AU]

This is a place where I feel at home [9th member AU]

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Chan X reader:

If we could only turn back time [angst with a happy ending]

Enjoy the ride and let loose [Vampire AU]

Where's my love? [angst with a happy ending]

Where's my love? Pt. 2 [fluff]

I wouldn't wanna be too much [comfort/hurt]

My body is not my own [comfort/hurt]

You know I can't fight the feeling [comfort/hurt]

Know I'll never win the battle [comfort/hurt]

I just need a quiet place where I can scream how I love you [angst with a happy ending]

It's not like me to be so mean, you're all I wanted [angst]

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Minho X reader:

And at least I see the light [fluff]

Go fish [fluff]

Soon you'll get better [angst with a happy ending]

What if the world comes to an end before I make it? [fluff]

Do not go gentle into that good night [angst with a happy ending]

There is thunder in our hearts [angst]

Maybe dreams are meant for sleeping [angst with a happy ending]

War of hearts [angst]

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Changbin X reader:

A rabbit is innocent until a man spills blood [comfort/hurt]

The warmth in me is you [fluff]

Our skin starts to rot [angst with a happy ending]

Dial 999, it's a good time [crackfic]

Put 'em up [reverse comfort/hurt]

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Hyunjin X reader:

The look of love, the rush of blood [fluff]

Why is it that your love is like loneliness? [comfort/hurt]

Wish you were sober [angst with a happy ending]

The sun cannot see its own light [comfort/hurt]

The ache comes and goes like stars with the weather [comfort/hurt]

I wanna cry and I wanna love, but all my tears have been used up [angst with a happy ending]

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Han X reader:

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to [comfort/hurt]

Would you miss me in the end, if I ran out of oxygen? [angst with a happy ending]

Can't you come back home? [comfort/hurt]

Right now, I wish you were here with me [comfort/hurt]

All time ever does is pass and all I ever do is remember [fluff]

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Felix X reader:

Too close to the sun [angst with a happy ending]

A nest of our own [fluff]

And I heard about the twister that lives inside your heart [angst]

For now, I will stay alive [angst with a happy ending]

I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends [fluff]

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Seungmin X reader:

And normalcy's boring [comfort/hurt]

Will you still walk me home? [angst with a happy ending]

Can we always be this close? [fluff]

Dead-man-walking [angst with a happy ending]

Lane seven is for losers (and lovers) [crackfic]

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Someday, I'll get it [angst with a happy ending]

You're smiling, as if nothing happened [angst without a happy ending]

Soap 'n suds [fluff]

Un-fur-gettable [fluff]

Do you feel ashamed when you hear my name? [reverse comfort/hurt]

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness [angst]

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Chronic | Felix | Apocalyptic AU with a poetic romance that's doomed from the start

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The Light of Your Eyes

Pairing: best friend's younger brother!Changbin x f!Reader

Genre: one-shot; friends to lovers; smut and fluff; hurt/comfort

Summary: Can the gentle touch of an unexpected pair of hands on your body heal the wounds of your soul?

Sequel: Arms Around Me

Content warnings: 18+ (minors, dni), age gap romance (consenting adults); mentions of break-up and unhealthy past relationship dynamics; depression and anxiety symptoms (mild); MC has self esteem struggles, some are body-image related; the ex was low-key emotionally abusive tbh 😒; depictions of alcohol consumption (no drunkenness); depictions of food and eating (MC has a moment of negative thought patterns in regards to food consumption); gaming/watching movies; emotional breakdowns; kissing (so much kissing, guys); Fluffy fluffy FLUFF 💕; making out; interrupted shenanigans; cuddling; shirtless Binnie 👀; strong and gentle Binnie 🥺💘 ; working through FEELINGS 😅 ; breast play; nudity; oral sex (f. receiving); feedbag position; confessions and new beginnings.

Word Count: ~9300

Author's Note: Well, here it is - my first Binnie fic! I wanted to make it as sweet and sexy as he is...which, I know, is impossible, so I gave it my best shot! Hopefully, it's something worthy of his face-claim. I'm not going to make any judgements as to whether I feel it fits the bill, but rather like the man himself, tell you to be the judge of your own opinions! Jutdae!! 😂💗 But in all seriousness, if you decide to read this story, thank you! I hope it brings you something warm and fuzzy!

*The poem at the beginning is an original, and is what inspired this story!

Acknowledgements: I cannot thank @moni-logues enough for beta reading this for me, and for all her hype and humor and general human decency - this story wouldn't be what it is without her! 💖

As always, if no one has told you today, please know that you're loved, and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

    

the

Bright color of my laughter and the

Melody of the curve of my hips and the

Soft velvet of my irises

     seemed

To have taken their first breath,

Opening gently - like flowers perfuming my soul

- When bathed in the light of your eyes.

"Changbin? What are you doing here?"

     "I could ask you the same question," he says with a little smirk, whipping a dish towel over his shoulder as he shuffles back to let you in.

     Fair enough, you suppose. You are showing up without notice. Not that you ever need to give his sister any notice - as your best friend, there's a key with all the others in your purse that unlocks the door you're closing behind you. You wouldn't have even knocked had his car not been parked in the driveway.

     "Where's Nari?" you ask, glancing at the gaming console hooked up to the massive flat-screen, and a bullet blender cup half filled with something thick, pale and probably protein-packed sitting on the coffee table.

     "She went out of town for the weekend," he calls, heading back toward the dining area. "Last minute work thing." 

     Damn. 

     Your apartment is boring and barren and lonely. You wanted to hang out. You've been coming around more than usual – almost as often as when you were in grad school together. But Nari had her own life, you understood. You had your own life too.

     And then three months ago, on New Years Eve, your long-term boyfriend called it quits. It wasn't as if you were heartbroken. Not really. The relationship had been sick and slowly dying. But returning to a life lived in solitude was proving a difficult adjustment – especially navigating the new and constant stillness which left you the mental space and dexterity to run up against the shadows of wounds unhealed. And you didn't feel like growing into your EQ. You felt like distracting yourself. So you ended up at your bestie's place more often than not, these days.

     You sigh, trailing toward the kitchen. You won't stay long - if her younger brother is house sitting, he'll probably have people coming over. It's Friday night, after all, and he's twenty-four years young.

    The sound of running water, and music from a little speaker playing a catchy beat laced with fast-paced rap draws you into the warmly-lit, open kitchen. You recognize the voice on the track.

     "This new?" you ask, dropping your bag on a barstool and rounding the island to where Changbin is up to his elbows in suds at the sink. He's in a black band tee and bright blue joggers, his curly dark hair unstyled.

    He looks over his shoulder and nods.

    "What do you think? Wait, no, lemme start it over..."

     You smile to yourself as he hastily dries his hands and whips out his phone, pulling the track back to the beginning. He braces himself against the edge of the sink, gnawing on his bottom lip as he bobs his head with the lyrical punches and runs. 

     You smile to yourself, leaning your back against the counter beside him.

     "This is good, Bin," you nod earnestly. 

     "Yeah?" he asks, returning to his soapy task.

     "It really is. Hyunjin's pretty damn fast. Not as fast as you, but who is?" 

You grin, bumping your hip into his side.

     He smirks down into the bubbles.

     He's wanted to make music for as long as you've known him, and even fifteen years ago he could spit out a diss track that would have you wetting yourself laughing. He and his buddy, Hyunjin, met in high school and started messing around with music senior year. They committed to the dream, and both worked full-time gigs - Hyunjin as a tattoo artist and Changbin as a personal trainer - while promoting their artistry in their spare time. Production was a tough road to take when they were counting on nothing but raw talent and guts, but you'd always been an unflinching supporter.

     "We've got a gig next Saturday...at The Eight Ball," he remarks, looking over at you as a proud smile presses a tiny dimple into his bread cheek.

     "What?!" you squeal, turning to smack him on the arm. "Dude, that's fantastic! Oh my god, congratulations!"

     "Thanks, and ouch!" he replies, rubbing his arm with a pout that you ignore. It couldn't possibly have hurt him, not with those biceps.

     He moves to the fridge, a grin still plastered on his face.

     "You should come!" he urges over his shoulder as he appraises his sister's stash before grabbing an energy drink. "I know the boyfriend isn't into rap, but you could come with Nari..."

     You scoff softly.

     "Doesn't really matter what he likes anymore," you mumble bitterly.

     Changbin freezes as he's about to crack open the beverage in his hand.

     "Wait, what? Did you guys...is that over?"

     You purse your lips and nod. Changbin looks completely taken off guard in a way that surprises you. 

“When did that happen?”

You reach back to clutch at the cold tile of the countertop.

“Beginning of the year.”

He scratches his head.

“Nari didn’t…why didn’t you say something?”

You shrug, your eyes falling. For reasons you'd never considered, you’d rarely brought your ex around or even brought him up to Changbin. 

He turns to the still open fridge and swaps out his energy drink for two beers, opening both and sliding one across the island between you.

     "How you holding up?" he asks in earnest concern, a little furrow appearing between his dark brows.

     You want to tell him that you're fine - it's what you've been telling everyone else - but from the way he holds your gaze before letting his eyes search your face, he's looking for a real answer. You pull your lip between your teeth. You're not ready to form the words that spell the truth. He sees it.

    "Ah," he waves dismissively, "Fuck that guy. You're too good for him anyway. What an idiot."

      You blink, a little smirk tugging at your lips.

     "You don't have to hate on him just because we're-"

     "I'm hating on him because I hate him," he stares at you unflinchingly, taking another swig of his beer. "He wasn't good to you, didn't make you happy. I'm glad he's gone. Seriously, fuck him."

     You didn't expect that sort of reaction out of Changbin. Not that you expected anything, but the strong, certain tone he took in regards to your ex's unworthiness has a tiny little warmth glowing in your chest. It was like him to feel strongly and take a stand, but to have his conviction aimed at you...

     "Thanks, Bin," you murmur softly, hiding your smile behind your beer.

     The young man nods, and his lips part as if to speak when his phone buzzes in his pocket. As he answers the call - clearly, from the nature of his greeting, one of his buddies - you're reminded that you’re trespassing on his Friday night. Draining your beer, you grab your bag and slip out of the kitchen. 

     You huff a little sigh as you pull on your shoes, lingering listlessly for a moment before pulling open the door. The thought of going home has your stomach churning. You can't go back and be alone there. 

You can't.

     You have to.

     How pathetic could you possibly get? you consider sickly, staring out into the darkness. Your self-loathing and mounting anxiety battle for dominance as you will yourself to take the step over the threshold that will carry you to your car…

     Click.

     The door swishes shut, and you blink in confusion before you note a bulky arm stretched over your shoulder, hand pressed to the wooden frame below the peephole.

     You turn into Changbin's frame and he jostles backwards, hand dropping to your shoulder.

     "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, a little smirk playing on his lips.

     You try to get your bearings as you resurface from the flash flood of inner turmoil, blinking up at him in confusion.

     "Uuhh...home?" you answer, jerking a thumb back toward your intended exit.

     Changbin shakes his head. 

     "You just got here."

     "Well...I came to see Nari but she's gone, so..." 

     When the faintest shadow of hurt seems to flicker over his features at your words, you stammer to clarify.

     "Bin, it's Friday, I- you've got plans, right? I don't want to be in the way...Like, it's really nice seeing you don't get me wrong, but, it would suck to have one of your sister's random friends underfoot if you're...if..."

     You trail off. He's watching you in amusement now, arms crossed and bottom lip pulled between his teeth, one eyebrow cocked just a little higher than the other.

     "What?" you press him, now a bit self-conscious at your rambling and still on edge from the surging anxiety of moments ago. 

     Damn, what was with you? You'd been a mess lately, and now you couldn't even get your words out with Nari's kid brother?

     "I do have plans."

     Changbin's words interrupt your muddled self-assessment. You glance up at him.

     What? Okay, that's what you had been trying to...

     "I plan to kick your ass at Super Smash Bros Brawl," he quips, turning to round the couch and settle in front of it before reaching for the blue controller discarded on the coffee table.

     Huh?

     You watch him start up the game and move through selections. Shuffling toward the back of the couch, you place your hands on it. He wants to hang out? Now that he found out you'd been dumped. Nari's away, so he's falling into stride, you think to yourself. You sigh. You should be grateful. Instead, you feel like a burden.

     "Um, Bin..." you murmur, "You don't have to do this..."

     "Do what?" he asks without looking back. "I'm not going easy on you, if that's what you mean. And I'm using Kirby - nonnegotiable."

     Your heart melts a little as your eyes rest on him. He's always been a good guy, and it was like him to do this sort of thing - look out for someone when they were feeling low. Leaving simply because you don't feel worthy of his care and attention risks hurting him more than you.

     You slowly slip out of your shoes and cross into the living room, retrieving a red controller from atop the console before sinking onto the carpet beside him. You toggle through your choices before landing on Link. Changbin glances over at you disparagingly. 

     "Link sucks."

     "Kirby sucks."

     "Hey!" Changbin, practically shouts in your ear, "Don't insult my widdle cutie guy..."

     You grimace theatrically at the baby talk.

     "Don't ever do that again."

     "Or what?" Changbin challenges as he immediately unleashes a combo move that has your character hurtling toward the edge of the battle stage.

     You hop around, avoiding him and trying out different button combos. It's been forever since you played this game. Your ex had been a Halo enthusiast. You were never big on first person shooters, but you tried to get into it for his sake. He hadn't the patience to help you learn, though, and after a couple of sessions of grimaces and apologies on your behalf mumbled into his headset, he'd stopped taking you up on your offers to join him. 

     Kirby darts back and forth across the screen after you on stubby pink legs. Eventually you get the hang of things and are returning his attacks, though he easily bests you in an embarrassingly short sequence of moves.

     "Sorry, I'm no good at video games," you mumble apologetically. 

     The smug look falls from Changbin's face.

     "Why are you sorry?" he raises a brow, dropping his controller into his lap, a little smile still playing on his lips.

     You shrug. His smile fades.

     "Who says you're no good?"

     Shit.

     You shift your focus to the screen and toggle for a new character.

     "Best two out of three."

     You can feel his eyes still on you as you opt for Princess Peach.  

     Two out of three turns into five out of eight, and around eleven out of twenty, the doorbell rings. When Changbin turns in surprise toward the sound, you take the opportunity to deliver a critical blow, winning your first match of the night. He rolls his eyes as you giggle wickedly and moves to answer the door.

     You pull your phone from your pocket reflexively to check the socials you've deleted, before sighing and tossing it across the room to land on the carpet with a thud.

     "Did you just throw your phone?" 

     Glancing over your shoulder, you catch him shooting you a quizzical look over a stack of pizza boxes tall enough to feed a small army. Clambering to your feet you trail after him into the kitchen.

     "You do have plans, you liar!" you elbow him as he opens the top box and pulls out a slice, hissing as the melted cheesy overflow burns the tips of his fingers.

     "Ow!" he snaps up a napkin and cradles it under the steaming piece of pizza, shaking his other hand before holding up his fingers in front of you.

     "Blow on 'em," he whines.

     You raise your eyebrows.

     "You're joking."

     He pouts and you want to laugh. This big, grown man is seriously going to give you the lip right now?

     "That's what you get for having no patience, Bin..." you tsk disapprovingly. 

     He lets out a little disappointed sigh.

     "Meanie..." he grumbles, and lets his hand fall.

     You return your focus to the obscene amount of food now stacked on Nari's kitchen table. 

     "So, I'm sure people are going to start showing up, so I'm just gonna..."

     Changbin hands you a paper plate with two slices of pizza and heads to the fridge where he fishes out two more beers. You stare at the plate in your hand.

     "I...Bin..." 

     "What, you don't like sweet potato?" he asks with a smirk, cracking open a can and handing it to you. 

     You blink at him in confusion. 

     "Please enjoy this meal compliments of Han Jisung, who never remembers to update the address on his delivery app. Now, load up on pizza and let’s get back to it because I'm not trying to let you act like you came out on top from winning that last match on a fluke."

     You scoff at his last remark. Watching him pile several slices onto his plate, you take a bite of yours. It tastes good, and you realize as it hits your stomach that you haven't eaten all day. When was the last time you ate a real meal? When was the last time you wanted one? 

     "Noona?" 

     Changbin's voice makes you realize you had zoned out and when you blink up at him, there's just nine inches of disposable dinnerware between you. His lips are pursed and his eyes trace your features, their gaze gentle but searching. 

    "You alright?" he asks.

     There it is again; the concern. He isn't just checking in. His voice is soft and low, like his eyes. As a rule, Changbin's voice is strong, resonant - saying everything from his chest without even trying. So when he's gentle, when he pulls himself back...

    "Do you miss that guy?" he murmurs.

     "No!" 

You say it so quickly.

     Changbin nods.

     "I'm just..." Fuck, why are you suddenly so emotional? "I think I'm...adjusting. Y'know?"

     He nods again slowly. Then he reaches up and touches your face, dragging his thumb over the side of your mouth and suddenly your brain waves flat-line. Your eyes widen and your lips part, but before you can even process what's happening, he drops his hand to swipe it on a napkin.

     "Had sauce on your face," he mumbles, and you can't read his.

     His mouth is tugged up in a small smile but somehow it looks sad, and his eyes look like they're still asking a question that was never really answered. Before you can consider any further, he picks up his plate and heads back toward the living room.

     You follow him, still half in your head.

     When you sit down next to him, there's something hanging unspoken in the foot and a half of space between your bodies. Something has shifted, gone taut. 

     Shit, had you made him uncomfortable? Why had you stared at him like a weirdo when he...wait, he touched you...

     Your eyes shift over to where he sits beside you. He runs a hand through the wavy hair over his ear. Has he always been so beautiful? He turns quick enough to catch you staring and you put your plate out of your lap. The pizza smells so good but suddenly you can't touch it.

     Changbin initiates another round, which you lose in record time. Your stomach grumbles.

     "You better eat if you're going to have any hope of beating me again," he goads, finishing off his third slice to abandon the crust with the others on his plate before launching another game.

     "I had enough," you deflect, pushing your plate toward him.

     "You took two bites."

     "I need to cut back."

     "Like...go on a diet?"

     "Yeah."

     His brows furrow and his tongue slips between his lips as he sends Kirby into a hammer flip that lands as a critical hit and you wince.

"What have you eaten today?"

"What?"

     "You heard me."

     "I...I don't know. I..."

     Your stomach twists. The hunger is there, but so is the anxiety. The fear of being judged for eating too much or too quickly or...

     The game pauses. Your plate slides back toward you over the carpet.

     "The rest of that piece. Or whatever else you want. But something." 

     His voice is gentle but firm. You sigh.

     "Fine," you murmur, grabbing the half-eaten slice.

     You take a bite, and slowly raise your eyes to his as they regard you patiently.

     "Sorry," you mumble, covering your mouth, shifting away from him.

     "Why now?"

     "I make gross noises when I eat."

     "What? No you d-" 

     A hand tugs at your elbow. When you look back toward him his handsome face holds so many things, and you watch as they take turns seizing his features. Horror...pity...anger.

     "Who told you that?" he asks lowly, but it doesn't sound like a question. "Noona..."

     He squeezes your elbow.

     You feel everything you've been shoving down in your chest begin to well up. 

Fuck, no! 

Your lip trembles.

He's shifting to face you.

You shake your head and press your eyes shut.

Your hand is encompassed in a larger one.

     "It's lies, all of it," Changbin whispers with desperate conviction...and your dam breaks.

     He pulls you into his arms as you sob with abandon. One of his hands encircles your waist tugging you against his broad, warm chest, and the other slips to brush tenderly over your nape as you tuck your face into his neck. 

     "He's a liar...shhhh...he's a lying piece of shit," he insists earnestly, into your hair. "You're perfect. He's the one who needs to fix himself. You're so, so perfect." 

     Perfect? You let your heart hold the word in its palm for one precious moment before pushing it away. Your heart had never been one to accept gifts it didn't think it deserved.

     You weep and weep in his strong arms until you run out of tears, and then he holds you while you breathe. As the catharsis of your breakdown begins to settle in, you wonder at the comedown - a softer, warmer one than you've ever known – and you consider the loveliness that has broken your fall.

     Soft and firm, everywhere he touches you. And warm. So warm. Not just the heat radiating from his body like a furnace – the velvet rasp of his voice, the absolute and unfaltering nature of his embrace.

     Your hands move tentatively against his back. Soft cotton stretches and bunches between your fingers over his sturdy frame. Where your face is pressed to his collar every breath draws in a comforting combination of detergent and cologne. When you close your eyes and sigh, letting your weight sink against him further, you feel his arms tighten in response. 

     "Sorry," you croak feebly.

     "Stop," he implores you, "Every time you apologize, I want to sock that guy in the face."

     "I...I'm so stupid, I didn't even really realize..."

     "No," his arms squeeze you again, "He had your trust. It was his job to protect you."

     Protected. That's how you feel right now. Safe. So, so safe. Letting him hold you and reassure you felt good...it felt right. But yet again, the voice in your mind that liked to remind you how much of a burden you always were speaks up in a sickly whisper.

     You pull yourself slowly from his arms and off his lap. Drawing yourself up to stand, you wipe your hot cheeks, puffy red eyes finding his like the needle of a compass. Unprepared for what awaits you in his gaze, your knees nearly give out beneath you.

     Changbin is looking up from where he kneels before you, the yearning in his eyes unchecked as they burn with  an unasked question and an unspoken promise.

     "I should go," you whisper, barely able to form the words.

     "Don't," he says, standing.

     "If I stay I'll just wreck your night," you mumble.

     "You could never," he insists, lips tugging into a little smile. His eyes are still pleading.

     "Changbin..." you breathe, suddenly drowning again in the fizzy serotonin his words ignite in your chest. "You don't want..."

     "You let me be the judge of what I want."

     His hands find your arms and he pulls you in. There are centimeters between you. His eyes rest on your lips. Your heart hammers in your ears as your brain begins to malfunction the way it had when he touched your face...

     "D-do I have something on my-"

     Mouth? His.

    The whole of your being floods with something beautiful and ineffable at the touch of his lips and no voice, no doubt, no force in the world could be stronger than the one that pulls you into him. Your arms fly up to wrap around his neck and tug yourself impossibly closer. His hands drop to your waist, pressing desperately in kind, and your bodies mold together. You flush with heat, sparks igniting in your belly and skittering through your veins as his lips move against yours. He stumbles back, pulling you with him as his knees buckle at the edge of the couch, and your body spills over his lap.

Your fingers card into his hair.

His hands drop to the back of your hips.

Your tongue brushes his bottom lip.

He moans.

     At the gorgeous, deep sound from his chest, you pull back, fighting the smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth. What the fuck is happening right now? You don't get much time to consider as his head falls against the backrest and his eyes flutter open.

     "Sorry," he grins bashfully. The tips of his ears burn pink.

     "Now who's apologizing for no reason?" you tease, pressing your hands to his chest.

     He smiles so sweetly in return you feel you might physically melt. And then the smile fades and the lids of his eyes grow heavy and he leans up to claim your mouth.

     His lips taste the same as a moment ago, but their press is slower, hungrier. His hands are powerful and assertive as they hook under your thighs and pull your hips flush against his own in a single tug. You gasp softly against his lips and you feel his smirk. You feel his smirk and something else - something beginning to press up into your ass through your jeans.

     Licking into his mouth, you push down, grinding your hips over his in a slow, deliberate undulation. The groan that falls from his lips unlocks something inside of you that needs to know every sound he makes and how to elicit them. Your mouth drops to his neck.

     Suddenly, he's gripping your waist and pivoting to lay you on the cushions, slotting himself between your legs. You're still dizzy from the sudden rush of movement, when your legs curl around his hips and over his ass and–

     A loud buzzing from the coffee table has you mourning the press of Changbin's lips to your throat as he glances at the caller ID. 

     "Shit!" he scrambles to sit up, hand still gripping your thigh above your knee when he presses the phone to his ear.

     "Hey," he runs a hand through his hair. "What? Nothing. No, I didn't forget. I will, I will."

     You recognize his tone of voice. There could only be one person on the other end of the line. You sit up, your head beginning to clear as the reality of the situation washes over you.

     "Okay, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Be safe. Love you." 

Changbin presses the end-call button and tosses the phone onto the cushion beside him. He leans back against the couch and claps his hand against your leg with a sigh.

     "She really knows how to wreck a moment for me."

     You crack a wry smile.

     "I mean, it's probably for the best that we don't desecrate your sister's couch."

     His eyes widen as horror, disgust, and amusement wage war across his features. You burst into a fit of giggles. He feigns a gag. You laugh so hard that you snort.

     "S-sorry," you clap your hand over your mouth, still tittering while your ears heat in embarrassment.

     Changbin's face softens again. He reaches for your hand and pulls it from your face, threading his fingers through yours.

     "Cut it out."

     "What? I can't be embarrassed about snorting like a pig?"

     "No. It's cute," he smirks.

     "It is not!"

     "Mhm. Everything you do is cute."

     He glances over at you, a lopsided smirk on his perfect lips, his eyes sparkling. He means it.

     You fluster, gaze dropping to your enjoined hands, and concentrate on tracing little patterns on the back of his with your thumb. He sighs.

     "Wanna watch a movie?"

     The request takes you by surprise and your heart squeezes. If it was any other guy, the night would have been over. For the fourth time tonight, you had been about to head for the door, and for the fourth time, Changbin makes you feel wanted. So you stay.

     You grab a big, fluffy blanket from the basket in Nari's room, and when you return, Changbin has the lights dimmed and Your Name ready to go on the TV. You smile as you settle in beside him, tossing half the blanket over his widespread legs.

     "We don't have to watch this just because it's my favorite, you know," you insist, but he shakes his head.

     "Taki's ma' boy," he smirks, shooting you a glance as he presses play on the remote.

     You're not quite sure what it means, but you feel your heart skip a beat just the same.

You love this movie. You love that you've seen it enough times that you can talk through it. You love that Changbin is more than willing to talk over the film himself. You're not certain when it happened, but by halfway through the movie his arm is stretched out behind your shoulders and your head rests on his bicep.

     "Do you remember seeing this together in the theater?" he asks suddenly, tilting his head toward yours.

     You grin.

     "You cried and Nari gave you shit about it," you recall.

     "You bailed me out. Told her all the sniffling was you. Never even teased me about it either."

     Changbin smiles down at you, his eyes sentimental.

     Butterflies flutter their delicate wings in your ribcage. How does he make you feel this way?

Your eyes dip to his lips for a moment. Sighing, you nuzzle into his shoulder, hiding your face as much as seeking his warmth. His arm slips off the back of the couch to curl around your shoulders and pull you into his side. The movie plays on.

     When the credits roll, Changbin stretches and yawns, and watching him it dawns on you that, working at a fitness center, he's an especially early riser.

     "We should call it a night," you offer, standing and stretching yourself, but you're tugged back down into Changbin's lap, yelping as you topple onto him.

     His arms encircle your hips as he regards you with a sleepy grin.

     "What, do I live here now?" you tease.

     "Stay the night," he urges, tightening his arms around you. "You really want to drive back now?"

     You chew your lip, eyes tracing over his face. This is all more than a bit unreal, and you haven't given yourself even one second to process what's happening, lest you utterly panic. All you know right now is that your little ship had been sinking and he had hauled you into a lifeboat. Everything outside of him seems like a raging sea.

     You nod.

     "Okay," you whisper, combing his hair away from his forehead. “I’ll stay.” 

     His eyes dip shut at your touch and the butterflies flutter gently once more.

     A few minutes later, you take Nari's room and slip into a pair of her cotton shorts, which do basically nothing to contain your ass, and tug on a plain white tee that stretches snugly over your torso. How a big guy like Changbin could have emerged from the same genetic pool as his teeny tiny sister was beyond you. As you glance in the mirror, your heart sinks. You don't like how the tight fit is pressing you out everywhere you're most self-conscious. But, they are just pajamas, and they're all you have at your disposal.

     As you're about to head into the master bathroom to finish your nightly routine, you remember that the toothbrush and toiletries you keep on hand at Nari's are in the little half-bath attached to the guest room. You groan, glancing at yourself again in the mirror, and pull a blanket around yourself before crossing the hall.

     Hoping Changbin hasn’t yet fallen asleep, you knock hesitantly on the door. You hear the bed creak before the door opens to reveal a head of mussed hair and hands scrubbing over bleary eyes. But it's not what you notice. Your apology for rousing him dies on your lips as your eyes glue themselves to his bare chest. Blinking dumbly, your eyes climb from his soft stomach subtly rippling with the presence of strong abdominals up to a pair of impressive pecs with wide-set, dusky nipples. His flannel pajama pants settle at his hips, accentuating how his body broadens as it rises from his waist to his full chest and wide shoulders flanked by bulging biceps. Thick. He's so fucking thick you could bi-

     "...Noona?" he rumbles, his voice husky from sleep. "What's wrong?"

     "Nothing...sorry..." you rush out, ripping your gaze up to his. "My toothbrush is in your room – I mean! in your bathroom. That's where I usually stay, so...but I didn't think you'd be asleep. Sorry, I can just..." 

     He rubs over one of his eyes with his palm as he steps aside.

     "You can grab it."

     Right. You shuffle in awkwardly, trying not to step on the blanket dragging around your feet. As you cross the dark room, you try not to dwell on the rumpled sheets of the bed that speak of his body having lain between them, or the soft smell of his cologne hanging in the air. You quickly retrieve the little toiletry bag and, as you move to squeeze past Changbin at the door, he eyes the fluffy shroud you're clutching to your chest.

     He raises a sleepy eyebrow.

     "I'm sure Nari has pants you could..."

     "I'm wearing pants!" you bluster, "They just...don't fit."

      You move out of the doorway to make your way back to your room, but a hand cups the side of your face and turns it as soft lips meet your forehead. 

     "Good night, noona," he murmurs with a little smile before retreating back into his room.

     You stand in the hall, staring at his door, the butterflies absolutely aflurry.

     Despite your best efforts, you can't sleep. Your mind is full of the last five hours. Full of Changbin.

     He had kissed you. You had kissed him back. And it had felt...

     You roll from your side to your back, sighing up at the dark ceiling. You chew on your lip as you remember breaking down and his arms around you. You would usually feel regretful and ashamed after baring yourself like that to someone. You despised moments of weakness. But you couldn't bring yourself to hate the moments in his arms. You didn't regret them. In fact, you wanted him to hold you again. You wanted to feel vulnerable in his hands, and you wanted him to keep you safe.

     You feel heat rush up from your neck as you recognize these feelings.

     You must be absolutely shameless, you conclude in wonder. You should be freaking out right now - this was Changbin, for Christ's sake – Nari's brother! You should be wondering what happens next, and what all of it means...but even so you can’t bring yourself to care. All your mind can focus on is how his arms felt like waking up after a nightmare to song birds and soft sunlight.

     After an hour or so of tossing and turning, the salty pizza from dinner has you parched and slipping out to the kitchen for a drink. You pull a glass from the cupboard and fill it at the fridge, gulping down the contents to refill it again. Suddenly, you feel two strong arms snake around your waist and you start, sloshing your water and smacking the back of your head into the man holding you. You hastily set your glass down and turn in his arms as he lets out a groan, one of his hands releasing you as it flies up to cup the front of his face in pain.

     "Bin, oh my god! Are you okay? You scared me!" you chide with a chuckle as you reach up to push his hand away and brush the tips of your fingers across his nose. 

    He pouts down at you and you smile.

     "Did I wake you?"

     He huffs.

     "Yeah. To get your toothbrush. Then I couldn't go back to sleep."

     "Sorry," you groan, still stroking over where you had struck his face. "Does it hurt?" 

     He nods.

     "Kiss it better," he mumbles cutely.

     You roll your eyes, but lift your lips to comply when suddenly he interrupts the motion with the soft press of his mouth to yours. It's slow and sweet, and you're struck all over again with how quickly you melt at his touch - a sensation you cannot imagine ever growing accustomed to, but to which you are fairly certain you are in danger of growing entirely addicted.

     "Bin..." you whisper against his lips, "Bin, what are we-"

     "Liar," he murmurs, pulling back.

     Your mouth parts in confusion as you stare up at him, still drunk on his lips.

     "You said the clothes didn't fit. You should wear this all the time," he smirks as he squeezes low on your waist.

     Your cheeks heat as you remember what you're wearing, but you don't have long to be anxious over it as he presses his lips to your nose...the corner of your mouth...your jaw. You tremble as you lean into him, fingers splaying over his warm, bare chest.

     "Let me show you," he whispers against your skin.

     "Sh-show me...what...?"

     He draws back, pressing his forehead to yours.

     "How perfect you are."

     You still, eyes flicking up to his. They're dark and tender and pleading. You let out a little shuddering breath.

     "I...you don't have t-"

     His arms hold you closer, gentle but insistent.

     "Let me," he whispers, the tip of his handsome nose brushing over the dip of your cupid's bow. "Please. I want to."

     You swallow, eyes dropping to his lips. You want it too, you find. You want his hands and lips and eyes all over you, bringing warmth everywhere they meet your aching body. You nod and take his lips again with yours. 

     "Yeah?" he murmurs against them.

     "Yeah," you breathe, slipping a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair.

     He groans in response, deepening the kiss as he licks at your parted lips and when your tongues brush, sparks burst in your belly. You feel it all slipping, the masks, the walls - every barrier you hold up to shield yourself from not being enough. His arms are strong and his lips are tender and you can't focus on anything but the perfection of being so utterly held.

     His mouth moves to caress your jaw, under your ear, down the column of your neck, and suddenly you feel the edge of the counter pressing into the small of your back. His hands grip your waist and he hitches you onto the tiled surface with ease. It's cold against your bare legs, but you don't have more than a second to register the discomfort as Changbin nudges his way between your knees. He runs his hands over your thighs as his eyes trail from your panting lips to your lightly heaving chest.

     You feel your nipples pebble under his gaze and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with mischief as he runs a hand up your side, over your shirt, to rest under the swell of your breast. He flicks a thumb over the hardened bud and you whimper and jump. He laughs softly, his smirk spreading into a full smile as he squeezes your breast and brings his eyes to yours.

     "Your pretty body likes me, noona," he puffs proudly, massaging you deftly through the soft cotton of the tee.

     You don't have a witty retort. Your body likes him so much that it frightens you. And with the deep affection you already feel, have long felt, for him...

     You reach to gently tangle your hand again in his coarse, dark curls. He glances up, a sweet little smirk tugging at his pretty lips again. 

     "Bin..." you sigh.

     "Hmm?" he hums as he slips his hands to your bottom and tugs you forward so that you're flush against him.

     You dip your head and your lips ghost his.

     "Nothing," you whisper, and you kiss him again. Again and again.

     His hands slide from your ass to slip beneath your shirt at your lower waist and he kneads the soft flesh above your hips.

     "So soft. Feels so good," he groans into your mouth.

     You moan as the walls of your pussy contract. You're beginning to ache, beginning to drip – and his words seem to affect you as intensely as his touch.

     He moves his lips to latch onto the soft skin of your neck and suck, his hands bunching your shirt up and up until his mouth pops free from your skin and he's pulling the thin garment over your head and tossing it aside. The cool air pricks your skin and you become keenly aware, for the briefest moment, that you are sitting on your best friend's kitchen counter, stripped down to her sleep shorts, with her brother between your thighs. As your brain races to decide whether to find that incredibly arousing or absolutely panic-inducing, Changbin's cherry lips rewire your neurological pathways in favor of the former when they close around your right nipple. Your head lolls back, colliding with the cabinet door and it clatters. 

     "Shit..." you hiss softly, threading your hands into his hair and gripping it by the roots.

     Your eyes slip shut and you focus on the sensation of his warm tongue slipping over the peaks of your breasts, his strong, smooth palms cupping and caressing. And then you feel his little puffs of breath and the nudge of his nose at the valley of your chest as he groans and smushes your tits up to meet his face. 

     "I fucking live here now," he mumbles into the globe of your breast, and despite the heat of the moment, you softly laugh. You laugh and you feel his smile pressed to your skin.

     Then suddenly he's pulling you into his arms in a bridal carry. You know he's strong, as you wrap your arms around his neck, but can't push away a pang of self-consciousness as he bears your weight. 

     "Bin, I'm so heavy..."

     "You're not."

     "I don't want you to..."

     "Stop it," comes his voice in a soft, deep command as he halts in his tracks to kiss you.

     He kisses you and kisses you until you believe that he could carry you until the end of time, and then he takes you into the guest bedroom and sits you gently on the bed. The bed with the mussed sheets that smell like him. The sheets that he's leaning you into as you push yourself to the middle of the bed while he hovers over the top of your body, his lips never leaving yours.

     As he sinks down over you, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress has warmth licking through your veins. You move your hands to caress over his broad back, feeling his muscles ripple beneath your fingers as he shifts to prop himself up on his elbow. You use the free space to trace your hand down his chest and abdomen until you reach the waistband of his pants. If he'd just push himself a few inches up you could...

     He pulls away, just barely breathless, and his eyes find yours. He reaches down with his right hand to pull yours gently from between your bodies and to his lips, before threading his fingers through yours and pressing your joined hands into the sheets beside your head.

     "I want to eat you out."

     He says it so simply, so confidently, and you can feel more arousal gush to join what's already begun to paint your inner thighs. 

     "Fuck..." you breathe, your fingers trembling in his grasp.

     "Can I?" he asks, kissing your lips softly again.

     For a moment you're afraid of what saying yes will mean, of the intimacy of it all, of the possibility that you won't measure up, someway, somehow, or maybe...that you will - and what in the world you would do with that level of acceptance...

     You let out a shaky sigh, as you hold his gaze. It arrests you and washes over you. You remember his eyes as he knelt on the living room floor, and all they pleaded with you to disbelieve, to unlearn. 

     Yes. Yes...If it's him, you want it, whatever it means.

     You surge forward, pressing your lips to his, your hands weaving through his hair, pulling him in. He lets out a tiny whimper as you devour him, kissing him with determined abandon until you have to come up for air.

     "Yes, Bin, yes," you shudder into his mouth as he pants over you. “Yes I want you to.”

In answer, he presses one last tender kiss to your lips before moving to kiss down your body. He moves slowly, but with purpose, pressing an adoring mouth to every part of you that’s bared. He kisses your ear, your neck, your collarbones…he moves over your shoulders and down your right arm to the tip of each finger. He kisses your breasts and down your stomach. He kisses your belly button, and over your hips and down your left thigh. He kisses the inside of your knee, and bends your leg to kiss over your calf and down to your ankle. 

You can barely watch him, as he brushes his lips over you, but he flicks his eyes up to yours so often you don’t dare look away. There is something flickering in his gaze, something like a challenge - daring you to contradict, to doubt what he seeks to impress upon you - and you begin to feel something strange and new. Something you’d never found at the touch of a lover, blooming in your chest and unfurling like a proud little flower under the sun: the strong, heady beauty of esteeming yourself worthy of his desire. It terrifies you a bit, and the ugly voice that has heckled you so often tries to cast doubt, but Changbin’s lips and hands are too persistent and assured for the harbinger in your mind to linger long. And the tidal wave of lovely feelings crashing over you threatens to destroy the shabby prison your heart has lingered in for so long.

Changbin lays his head on your thigh as he brings his hand off the other to cup your pussy over the softness of your shorts. His groan is nearly as loud as yours when he rubs over your mound, and it makes you impossibly wetter. He’s so unabashed and liberal with reacting to what he enjoys, and he is clearly enjoying you as much as he ever has anything.

He moves to bring his face to your clothed cunt, hovering over you for a nanosecond to catch your eyes as he mouths down over you. Your jaw drops open, and when his teeth scrape dully over your clit, your hips jerk and you fist the sheets. Changbin pulls back with a smirk, and sits back on his knees between your legs. He pulls one of your legs up to lean against his shoulder as his hands instinctively knead over the muscles of your calf and thigh.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, with a little smile.

You nod with one of your own.

“I’m gonna lift you, okay? You can hold onto my legs, but I’ll have you, so don’t worry.”

You bite your lip and nod, suddenly a little shy. Look at him. Where did he get all this confidence?

He drops your leg briefly to tug off your shorts and panties, cursing at how wet you are, and gently slipping two fingers to brush between your glistening lips and over your clit. You gasp at the sensation - his fingers deft, his touch soft but firm where you ache for him. And then, suddenly, he is sliding your legs back up to rest against his chest and shoulders. His hands slip down to your hips and he effortlessly tugs your ass over the incline of his thighs and flush with his abdomen. Your heart starts to thrum in your chest. His body is warm and sturdy against the soft plush of your ass. Heat floods your cheeks when you sense a slickness against him where your arousal has begun to smear against his stomach. He, however, is far less bashful. Widening the gap between your thighs, he dips his head down, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck…" he murmurs, squeezing your legs where he holds them. 

When he raises his eyes to yours again, they’re unlike you’ve ever seen. They’re dark and hungry and hooded in a way that nearly intimidates you. His expression is full of heat, and manly in its sudden gravity. He watches you as he slips his thumbs under your waist and, slowly with strong hands, pulls your hips up beneath his chin. Your legs bend at the knees and drape around the crown of his head. Your spine curves where your upper back is flush with his thighs, your arm on either side of his kneeling form, and as he embraces you tightly around the hips and waist, you feel nearly every ounce of your weight suspended in his hold. The blood rushes to your head where it lays against the mattress, your neck curving just shy of his knees, offering a clear view of his gorgeous face as he wastes no time in pressing his open mouth to your labia. 

Your core muscles flex in response, hips pressing higher against him as you feel ripples of exquisite pleasure trickle through your body from above. The smooth muscle of his tongue slips past your entrance and begins fucking into you. Your head swims, the slightest dizzying restriction of oxygen dampening your ability to focus on anything but the bliss of his hot, wet mouth. Being tasted has never felt this intense. You whimper, your hands reaching around his body to find purchase on his muscular ass. You feel the press of his throbbing erection into your back as his tongue fucks unhurriedly into you. He’s rock hard, and all for you. From the sight of your naked body, the feel of you in his hands, the taste of you on his tongue. From the sounds pouring off of your lips as he worships your sex. 

Your legs begin to shake. You’re so totally in his hands. He holds you, lavishes you, consumes you. Nothing stands between you and ecstasy, and you can feel your climax fast approaching as pleasure ebbs and flows like a crashing tide on the rhythm of his firm, languid strokes.

"Ch-Changbin! Nhhh!" you mewl, you voice throaty and muffled from your position. 

He growls against you and you nearly cum then. One of his hands drops to squeeze the soft mound of your right breast. Your cheeks burn, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead and neck. You can feel your pussy throbbing - hot and sticky and swollen with stimulation - as he devours it like the flesh of ripened fruit. His lips encircle your clit and suckle as the tip of his tongue flicks over the erect peak of your bud.

And then it all goes white. You lose all sense but feeling as you rock your hips up to meet him, the tension in your abdominals adding sinfully to the fluttering pulsating of your pussy. There’s nothing but you and him and his arms around you and his mouth against the most intimate parts of you as your orgasm washes over you in electrifying slow-motion, pulling you under a tidal wave of bliss for what seems like an eternity. Your lips part in a silent scream of his name, your eyes pressed shut, as he works you through the longest and most intense climax your body has ever experienced.

You feel him place one last sweet, gentle kiss to your cunt before moving the hand on your breast to one of your thighs as he guides you back down onto the bed. You’re panting and boneless as you watch him draw an arm over his cum-slicked chin and cheeks. For a moment he simply looks down at you, a victorious air about him as his eyes trace your sated features and his gorgeous chest heaves with labored breath, then he crawls forward on the bed, stretching himself out on his side next to you, his body flush with your own. He slips his hand over the soft skin of your belly and rubs it soothingly as he watches you with a little grin.

“You good?” he asks in a raspy murmur.

You reach for his face, bringing it to yours as you kiss him with what wherewithal you have. You pull away, still breathless.

“Am I good? Seo Changbin, I think I could fly.”

His answering smile is so filled with joy and pride and affection that you think you truly may have sprouted wings. You roll to your side to press yourself against him, your hand tugging at the waistband of his pajamas, but he takes your hand again in his.

“Not tonight.”

“Why?”

“Tonight is yours.”

“Bin…”

“I’m yours.”

You blink up at him, his head resting on his hand, his eyes sparkling and soft.

“If you’ll have me,” he raises your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “You don’t have to answer right now. I know you’re going through a lot, and this is all…new.” 

He smiles again, glancing down as his features take on a boyish shyness.

  “But I care for you. And, however things work out,” his eyes lock with yours again, “I’ll always protect you.” 

Your heart stands still. There are things that are too deeply lovely for words to be wasted on them. Any words but three - three that are already deeply true, but which have begun to mean something beautiful and different tonight, burying themselves like a little seed in your heart that needs time to grow. So for now you let yourself cry tears that fall like raindrops in the sunlight, and drift to sleep with the steady beat of Changbin’s heart.

“Ay!” Nari’s voice cuts through the din of chatter as her hand shoots out to narrowly prevent a fellow patron from snagging the chair beside her. “Sorry, seats are taken.”

She takes a sip of her beer and stretches her short legs as far as they will reach across the two empty chairs beside her.

“The guys are gonna have to hustle if they’re gonna sit with us,” she says reproachfully, dark brows rising as her eyes scan the venue for the bodies that belong in the seats you have been desperately attempting to reserve for the last hour.

The Eight Ball is crowded to bursting, and you scan the stage for signs of the evening’s openers. Checking your phone, you find that it’s nearly eight. You also find a text that brings a smirk to your lips.

“What?”

You glance up at Nari, who’s staring at you suspiciously.

“Nothing…” you mumble, flipping your phone back over onto the table. You sip your cocktail through a straw.

“Are you texting him?”

You nearly choke on your drink.

“What? Who?”

“You know who,” Nari mocks, narrowing her eyes at you. “The jerkwad.”

“Oh my god, Nari, no!” you sigh, as your phone buzzes again. 

She glances at it.

“Then what was with the look? Who are you…”

“Are these for us?” a voice belonging to a smiling, dimpled young man in a black hoodie with a matching beanie pulled over his head saves you from further explanation.

“Jesus, Chris, finally,” Nari admonishes as he takes the seat next to you, pulling her legs off the remaining chairs to free them up for the other two men that follow behind him. 

The freckled blond pulls Nari into a side hug which she returns, booping his nose before leaning across him to peer menacingly at his friend.

“Yo, Jisung,” she barks, “If you’re gonna order several hundred pizzas, how about taking some with you next time? My fridge is still stuffed.”

The young man blinks wide, surprised eyes at her before his brain catches up with her scolding.

“Sorry, but it wasn’t my fault!” he insists poutingly. “I ordered them because Changbin asked me to and then he canceled gaming weekend ‘cause he had a girl over.” he grumbles, causing the other two to snicker.

“Nice,” Chris giggles.

This time you do choke.

Your eyes fly to your best friend, watching the barrage of questions bubbling up on her face when a voice cuts through the din, silencing the crowd and unknowingly saving himself for the time being.

“Good evening, Eight Ballers!” Changbin rasps into his mic as Hyunjin waves, as ridiculously beautiful as ever, beside him.

You look at Changbin’s eyes.

They’re bright and confident and determined. You smile and cheer when he finishes introductions. As the band hits the first few notes of the opening number, his gaze finds yours, and it’s full of so many things.

His eyes sparkle with seven days worth of secrets – of waking up to your eyes and arms, of a weekend of nothing but bare bodies and hearts, of weeknight phone calls until the wee hours of the morning…of a new way of caring for each other that you’ll eventually tell the others, but that is just yours for now.

As you look at him, so full of adoration, you hope you can offer him even a fraction of the new world he’s only just begun to share with you – and the reflection you see a little more beautifully each day in the light of his eyes.

-Fin-

[astroyongie]

how does it feels to be loved by skz? <33

How Does It Feels To Be Loved By Stray Kids

Bangchan

His love feels like a sacred descent, a pull into depths where nothing else exists but him and the way he makes you feel. To behold him as you both lie together is both agony and salvation, a beauty that binds you even as it drags you under. you sink willingly, deep into his love, a place where divinity itself would falter. Even the gods would forsake the heavens to witness what you both have which is a love so consuming it bends the stars, leaving nothing untouched but the void you both create together.

Minho

His love feels like a storm, fierce and consuming, pulling you under as you drown in the chaos of his sorrow as Minho has so much in his soul. you gasp for air, but he steals it away, leaving you breathless in the frenzy of his touch. you know his heart is already half-gone, planning its end, yet you cling to the fleeting moments you both have. In the heat of it all, love and destruction blur, tangled together in a primal dance, that's just how deep his love feels. Under this light, Minho is yours, and you are his until the sweat turns to blood, and even the night can no longer hold you.

Changbin

His love feels like a slow burn, an unspoken war between the fire in you and the barren distance in him. He won’t show his love often, won’t surrender, yet you would keep knocking at the door of his solitude trying to get a piece of him because his love feels addictive. Changbin's love kills you slowly, surfacing only when he’s alone, like a ghost haunting his own heart. you might give him more than you owe, yet you remain trapped in this exhausting charade, drawn to the violence you can’t seem to resist. Yes his love can be rough. He craves a melody to soothe his soul, while you find solace in the aching silence of him.

Hyunjin

His love feels like a relentless ache, a failure to remind him of what he’s living for, even as you give everything to bridge the distance it's never really enough for Hyunjin. you would need to trade your heart for his indifference, drink him in to soothe his doubts, and swallow your own desire, choking on the weight of it. you would long to steady his conviction with the certainty he deserves, even as it leaves you hollow. Nights without him feel like an amputation, a phantom pain. Yet, you will live like you have got missing limbs for him, dragging yourself forward in the hope of being enough. Because Hyunjin's love feels like there's always a part of him that still doesn't belong to you

Han

His love feels like a chokehold, tight and unrelenting, leaving you gasping but unwilling to break free. he would tear down your walls, turn them to gold, and offer everything he has just to bring you home. Han is the light you cannot reach, the truth you ache to see, even knowing it might shatter you. you crave his love like a wound that refuses to heal, and though it robs you of sleep, you would feel like you rather lie awake in the pain of him than dream in his absence.

Felix

His love feels like a miracle, something rare and unearthly, unlike anything you have ever known. Felix's love is more than a dream, more than you could ever dare to ask for, a presence that leaves you breathless, standing in awe of his light. In him, you find a beauty that defies reason, a love that feels destined, yet utterly unexpected. he is singular, unmatched, and irreplaceable, exactly like his love

Seungmin

His love feels like forbidden fruit, raw and intoxicating, leaving you trembling with desire and reverence. He tastes like new flesh, something untainted yet electric, a sensation that ignites every nerve. When he says your name, it echoes like a sacred hymn, making you feel both alive and unworthy.his love you would want to claim it, because it feels so divine. In seungmin's presence and love, you are both exalted and humbled, consumed by a love that feels too perfect to hold.

Jeongin

His love feels like a ship lost at sea, drifting toward a harbor that will never be yours. you anchor yourself in hope for his taste while he searches for a way to stay moored, never daring to set sail. Still, he is full of the love you seek, waking beneath its weight, reaching for you on faith alone. Jeongin's heart remains locked, its secrets just beyond your grasp, and you falter often with his love, fumbling with the wrong combinations over and over again. Perhaps he is simply saving his love, guarding it for someone you can never become. Or at least that's how his love feels

[kaoriartss-blog]

Starburst

Chapter 12 – “A Day with No Schedule”

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Pairing: Poly Skz OT8 x Reader idol

Genre: Romance, angst, female Oc

Warning: Use of Oc, romance, angst, swearing, Idol x Idol, 18+ progressive, use of swear words, use of translator.

Series: Starbursts

Summary: The story centers on Lia, a newly debuted solo idol struggling to find her place in the K-pop industry. Despite her talent, she feels like she's missing something, a special connection that helps her shine. The members of Stray Kids, who are at the height of their careers, are drawn to Lia's unique energy when she's invited to collaborate with them on a new album. As they work together, the connection between Lia and the boys intensifies. With pressure from the media and fan expectations, they must find a balance between their careers and personal lives.

Comment: Hello, first of all I want to thank you all for the support that the work is receiving, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. Second, I would like to clarify a few things: I started writing this story after reading many other stories on ao3 that for their proper reasons did not have an ending, so this is more of a very personal thing that I am willing to share with you. This brings me to the third point, my story is very, TOO, advanced compared to what I am currently writing, so if you don't like something or have suggestions, let me know and I could fix certain things in the next chapters that have not yet been published. And one last and fourth thing, to the person who told me that I cannot use the term "x reader" because I am using "a damn oc" please, keep your venom to yourself and if you don't like it, just don't read it, nobody forces you to. Thank you 💞

Updates on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. I also remind you that English is not my first language.

After weeks of rehearsals, recordings, creative meetings, and a teaser filmed outdoors, the house finally woke up without rush or alarms. It was a day off. No cameras, no staff, no timetables. Just the nine of them… and the gentle sound of the coffee machine bubbling in the kitchen.

08:39 AM. Kitchen.

Chan, wearing a gray hoodie and with messy hair, was pouring two cups of coffee when he heard barefoot steps behind him. Lia, in an oversized t-shirt and her hair in a high bun, came in rubbing her eyes.

“Is that… real coffee?” she mumbled, still half-asleep.

Chan smiled and offered her a cup.

“I wouldn’t cheat on our day off. Did you sleep well?”

“Like a rock.” She took a sip. “You?”

“I had a weird dream. Hyunjin was singing opera and Lino was crying because his ice cream melted.”

“That sounds 100% realistic,” she laughed.

09:10 AM. Living Room.

Felix and Seungmin had built a blanket fort between the couch and the coffee table. Jeongin watched them with a mix of fascination and horror while Lino ignored them completely, focused on watering the backyard plants.

“Do you really need that many pillows?” asked Jeongin, arms crossed.

“It’s art,” said Felix, seriously. “The art of rest.”

Lia dropped onto the couch next to Han, who was flipping through a poetry book.

“What are you reading?”

“One of those books that seem deep but you don’t understand anything. Makes me feel more interesting.”

11:27 AM. Kitchen.

Minho and Changbin were cooking together. Soft music played, both wearing aprons. Minho was chopping ingredients with precision while Changbin tasted the sauce and frowned.

“This needs more… something,” he said.

“Thanks, Gordon Ramsay. Add garlic and don’t distract me.”

“Why are you always so bossy in the kitchen?”

“Because you get distracted too easily. Like with Lia, for example,” Minho said, not even looking up.

Changbin glanced at him, blushing, and then pretended to be busy checking the noodles.

13:15 PM. Dining Room.

Everyone was eating together around the big living room table, laughing over some story Jeongin and Han told about a cockroach in the bathroom. Lia had a napkin on her head, crowned the “lunch queen” for making raisin rice as a side dish.

“Rimi-ya, can I have another serving of this?” Hyunjin asked with shining eyes.

“After saying it looked like grandma food?”

“Grandmas are the best chefs. I take it back.”

15:30 PM. Backyard.

The sun gently fell over the pool. Some were on lounge chairs, others dipping their feet in the water. Chan read quietly, Seungmin napped with a cap over his face, and Hyunjin took selfies with Lia.

“One more! This time with a duck face,” Hyunjin said, laughing.

“That trend died in 2014!”

“Then we’re vintage art. Shhh.”

17:45 PM. Music Room.

Lia walked in looking for her lyrics notebook but found Changbin playing the keyboard softly, humming a gentle melody. He looked up and gave a shy smile.

“Is that the new demo?”

“Just messing around.” He scooted over. “Want to try something?”

She sat beside him, her fingers gently pressing the keys. They improvised something simple, a chord progression with a couple of English lines. No effort. No pressure. Just music.

20:00 PM. Movie Night.

Everyone was gathered in front of the TV. Popcorn, blankets, and a democratic vote that ended with a Korean rom-com chosen by majority.

Lia snuggled between Felix and Seungmin, her feet resting on Han’s thighs. Jeongin had fallen asleep within the first ten minutes, and Minho was drawing mustaches on him with lipstick.

“I don’t know if this counts as rest or group therapy,” Chan said with a smile.

“Both,” Lia replied, happy.

01:03 AM. Living Room.

The house was quiet. The dim kitchen lights still flickered softly, and the echo of the romantic comedy lingered from the now-blank TV. Lia had gone to bed a while ago, exhausted from the day, leaving the boys scattered among cushions, couches, and rugs.

Chan was sitting on the floor, staring distractedly at a steaming cup of tea when he spoke in a low voice:

“We need to talk… all of us.”

All eyes turned to him. It wasn’t a commanding tone, but it carried seriousness. One by one, the members stopped what they were doing: Seungmin removed his headphones, Changbin put down his phone, Hyunjin sat cross-legged, Felix straightened up. Even Han and Jeongin, who had been playing with a silly app, looked up attentively.

“It’s about Lia,” Chan said, getting straight to the point.

A heavy silence fell. No one said anything, but no one looked away.

“I’m not going to judge anyone. In fact… I’d be stupid to. I care about her a lot, and I understand perfectly why you all feel this way,” he said with a soft smile. “But it’s not just intuition anymore. I see it. In the way you look at her, how you worry about her, how each of you reacts differently when she enters the room.”

Changbin looked down. Seungmin pressed his lips together. Hyunjin took a deep breath.

“There’s nothing wrong with having feelings for someone,” Chan continued. “But we’re eight people living together, working together… and in love with the same girl.”

“It’s not just a crush,” Han murmured.

“No,” said Hyunjin, arms crossed. “It’s not.”

Felix nodded slowly.

“I want her to be happy. And I want to be there if she lets me.”

“So what do we do? Compete?” Jeongin asked with a grimace. “Or ignore our feelings and pretend?”

“I don’t think Lia would like us fighting over her,” Seungmin said, looking at his cup. “In fact, I think that would make her feel guilty. And she shouldn’t carry that.”

Chan stood up slowly and looked at them one by one.

“I’m just proposing something. Something… crazy, maybe. But healthier than hiding feelings or creating tension between us. If everyone agrees, and if Lia agrees too, we could… share this affection.”

“How?” asked Changbin, frowning.

“No lies. No double games. If she feels like having romantic moments with one of us, or with several… let her. With freedom. With respect. And if at any moment she feels uncomfortable or wants to stop, we all accept her decision.”

Hyunjin ran a hand through his hair.

“An emotional agreement?”

“A way to not break as a group or pressure her.” Chan paused. “This only works if there’s no toxic jealousy, no dirty games. If what we feel is real, then the deepest respect should come from that.”

Everyone stayed silent for a few seconds. And slowly, they nodded.

“It’s not conventional…” Felix said.

“But nothing in our life is,” Han added, smiling tiredly.

“Then it’s a deal.” Seungmin looked at them all. “But no one says anything until she’s ready. Or until we’re sure she is.”

Chan nodded, relieved.

“Good. We’re a family. Let’s not let this tear us apart. If she loves several of us, or just one, or none at all… we’ll accept it. But until then, we have the green light to be honest. With her and with each other.”

The tension gave way to a strange calm. It wasn’t a normal solution, but it was theirs. A silent pact sealed in the early morning.

And while Lia slept, unaware in her room, eight hearts aligned with a promise: to protect her world and the bond they shared, no matter what comes next.

[sparklingchan]

Serendipity || Seo Changbin (Stray Kids)

Pairing: Reader(fem.) X Changbin

Word Count: 5.4k+

Warnings: Suggestive, mentions of pregnancy (the reader is not pregnant) , mentions of poison, Changbin is sweeter than sugar. Set in the Joseon Era.

Genre: Royal AU, Arranged marriage AU, fluff with very slight angst.

Description: The King of Joseon had chosen you as his queen. But there are those that wish for this union to fail. Will your love be enough to overcome the competitiveness of the Palace?

A/N: Hello everyone! Back with another installation of the SKZ Royal AU. I am genuinely in love with this one ngl. King Changbin is a rizzler y'all. Hope you guys have fun reading this <3

Do check out the other fics in the skz royal series. (The stories are not interrelated)

Here's the link to the masterlist.

Being a woman in this country is not an easy task. Especially when one is a candidate for the position of the country's Queen.

You'd dreamt of this for years, the idea sewn into every thought by your father even since you were child. With time, you'd welcomed the thought without a complaint.

"My lady, the Royal messenger is here." Somi informs you, and your nervousness just goes up by a thousand.

Did you manage to become the Queen and make your father proud? Or did you get disqualified and were now just a daughter of some minister and free to marry any other commoner like yourself?

You run down the hallway and enter the pavillion in front of your house, the colorful banners of the Royal entourage shine under the bright sun.

You straighten your robes and kneel down, head almost touching the ground, as a mark of respect for the King's verdict.

The chief Eunuch opens up the scroll in his hands.

"Please find enclosed the Royal Edict from the King's Court:

I, Seo Changbin, the King of Joseon, have chosen Miss y/n of House Kim as my wife and, by extension, the Queen of our beloved country. I have consulted the three High State Councilors and my mother- the Queen Dowager about the same and we have all unanimously agreed that she would be the best choice for the country as well as the Royal family, owing it all to her wits, beauty and manners.

Congratulations to Miss y/n and her family.

The Royal family would also like to extend an invitation to the bride-to-be to shift into the Detached Palace at the earliest as part of the customary pre wedding ritual. "

It feels as if someone had punched out the air from your lungs, you couldn't speak nor stand, while your parents and brother continuously thanked the Royal Eunuch, accepting all the gifts sent by the Palace for you.

But you couldn't move. You just stayed there, frozen. For life as you had known it has come to an end.

And thereafter begins a new, Royal chapter of your life.

*

"I'm going to miss you, my child."

The days since the Edict pass by in a heartbeat. All the members of your family were busy with packing your belongings while you were busy with mentally preparing yourself to leave your family and house behind forever.

Yes, you'd always wanted to be a Queen. Yes, you'd spent years getting ready for this role. Yet when the time finally comes, it hurts you to think about leaving behind twenty three years of your life.

"I'm going to miss you too, mother." On hearing your words, your mother cries harder.

But as usual, your father shows no emotion. His face is calm.

"Remember, y/n, there are no friends in the Palace other than your husband. You cannot confide in anyone but him. The other concubines will do anything to gain his favor, but you shall always be a step ahead. Be vigilant and loyal. You will make a great Queen." He says. Like the strategist he'd always been.

"Yes, father." You reply, swallowing the lump in your throat.

Your mother clinges to your arm.

"We will try and visit you whenever we can. I'm sure his Majesty will allow."

"Yes, of course. You can visit me anytime. The Palace is only a few hours from here."

"Oh, my child! How will I ever live without you!" Another sob tears out from your mother's throat. You hug her with all the love and care you could muster up in that moment.

Your father walks out of the room, hands behind his back and face twisted into a frown.

*

The Detached Palace is to be a temporary residence for the bride-to-be. For over the next thirty days, you would be receiving lessons on various subjects like history, Royal Etiquette, sewing, cooking and most importantly- lessons on intimacy. The last lesson is considered most important, according to Somi, since it allows you to birth as many healthy heirs as possible.

After helping you dress up for the night and setting up your bed, your maids take your leave for the night, only Somi remaining by your side.

"Do you think I'll see the King tomorrow? It's queer but I'd like to know what my future husband looks like, at least."

Somi sighs, "I don't think it's allowed, my lady. I believe you can only see his Majesty on your wedding day. A month from now."

You're oddly disappointed. You had dreamt so many nights of seeing the King, holding his hand, being by his side, yet the King in those dreams often never had a face.

Was it wrong to yearn to look at your future husband's face? Just once?

A subtle knock on your door startles the both of you.

"Yes?"

"My lady, the King is here to see you." Your handmaid almost whispers the words through the door.

With unparalleled urgency, Somi helps you straighten your clothes and rushes off towards the door.

"Your majesty." The maids and Somi greet him with the customary bow, while you purse your lips in a line, head hanging in a subtle bow.

Your heart hammers against your chest. It's so loud, you're sure even the King could hear it.

"Please give us some privacy." The King commands.

And you heart beats faster on hearing his voice for the first time. Gentle, yet authoritative, just like you'd dreamt.

When Somi closes the door behind her, you almost regret wishing to see your future husband. The proximity makes you nervous and you could only hope you'd not faint in front of him.

"My lady, you may rise."

You'd almost forgotten you were still bowing to him. You mentally slap yourself.

"Y-yes, your majesty. " your voice comes out as an embarrassing squeak, your eyes still on the ground.

You'd prayed for this moment for years, y/n. Why couldn't you just meet his eyes?

As if sensing your inner conflict, the King takes two long strides towards you and hooks his index finger under your chin, sending a chill down your body.

"My lady, please look at me."

And you do.

And he's like everything you'd ever wished for.

Perfect, like a beautifully crafted sculpture.

His soft brown locks, his rosy lips, the subtle mischief in his eyes. Everything is perfect.

"Y-yes, your majesty. Sorry." You mumble.

The king smiles, rubbing circles into your cheeks.

"You may call me Changbin when we're alone."

You nod.

"I just came to ask if you're finding your new residence comfortable. We both shall be busy with lessons tomorrow onwards so I figured tonight would be a good time to visit my bride."

His bride? His bride?

Your legs feel weak.

"I'm finding it extremely comfortable, your majesty. Thank you for your hospitality. "

Changbin let's out a low chuckle, leaning towards you. His lips hover inches above yours. And when he speaks, you feel hot air on your lips, "I told you, y/n. Call me Changbin."

You frantically nod.

"Good. Better be careful next time, my bride."

*

When you wake up the next morning, you're sure you'd dreamt everything that happened last night.

But apparently not.

"The King is a dashing young man." Somi teases as she lathers a concoction of herbs into your hair. "You're lucky, my lady. He seems to be a gentleman."

But you are too caught up in your thoughts to reply to her.

Did the king of Joseon really come all the way to the Detached Palace to see you? What if he's disappointed with how you had reacted? But he shouldn't blame you at all.

You had not been expecting anyone yesterday night, especially not him. But he did come to you. And he touched your chin. If you focus hard enough, you could feel his touch lingering in the area.

"My lady?" Somi clicks her fingers in front of your eyes, "Come back to earth. We have to get you ready for the classes today."

Blushing, you reply, "What classes do I have today?"

You had three classes today: Palace etiquette, literature and what Somi insists most important: lessons on reproduction.

While Palace etiquette mostly includes lesson on how to behave with Royal elders, ministers, maids, the King, literature includes important pieces of literature that are important for a woman.

And lastly, the most dreaded time arrived.

The reproduction lessons.

The tutor shows you all sorts of obnoxious hand movements and some drawings of couples in intimate positions. You feel uncomfortable from the beginning till the end.

A woman at least five decades older than you is teaching you about intimacy? Very awkward, to say the least.

But you heave a sigh of relief when the classes end for the day and you make your way to your room in the Detached palace.

"It's just the first day, Somi and I'm already tired to the bone." You say, kicking your shoes off.

"Well, it's going to be a lifetime of time this now, my lady. And you best be prepared for it."

You reply Somi with silence. But her words make you wonder. If this palace life would ever be less tiring someday? Would it even be worth it?

Perhaps not.

But King Changbin 's face flashes in front of your eyes; his sparkling eyes, mischievous grin, his feather like touch- maybe he is what will make everything worth it.

That night, after your maids get your bed ready while Somi is combing your hair, a familiar announcement echoes through the corridors of the Detached Palace.

"My lady, the King is here to see you."

His smiling face peeps through the doors as your maids hurry out of the room. He wears blue silk robes, and you feel weaker in his presence than you did yesterday.

"Did you miss me, y/n?"

And thus begins a month of secret nightly visits by the King of Joseon to the Detached Palace.

Everyday, you wake up looking forward to the time when King Changbin would come knocking at your doors, always up to some jesting.

Sometimes, he brings you fruits you'd mentioned you liked or he tells you stories from his childhood. At other times, he tells you about that one teacher he will hate till the end of time.

But most times, he spends his time listening to you talk- about everything and everyone, about the skies and gods, about ghosts and afterlife, about favourite foods and literature. After you'd overcome the initial shyness, opening upto Changbin was as easy as breathing, almost natural. Of course, you were still nervous around him, but it's a feeling you'd come to like.

Is this what the writers and poets describe as 'butterflies'?

"Do you think I'll make a good Queen?" You ask him one night. He sits in front you on a cushion, across the room, a position you told him is appropriate for two unwed people (although he did not agree to it initially).

If your nightly shenanigans were to be ever discovered by anyone, you would not want to be found in close proximity to each other even though you were betrothed to each other. He's breaking Palace rules everyday as it is.

He hums, "Of course! I think you'll make a great Queen. You're so good at your lessons already."

"That does not guarantee anything. I might not be good at taking the responsibilities."

"Do you trust my judgment, y/n? I think you'll make a great Queen. And even if you are overwhelmed, I shall always be here."

That night he leaves earlier than he usually does, owing to the fact that tomorrow is the day where his concubines are to be welcomed into the palace. Five of them.

The thought leaves you feeling bitter and dejected, but you make sure to not make those feelings obvious. This is a rule for Kings, to take as many concubines as possible to ensure the continuation of the blood line.

"Don't worry, my lady. Your rank in the palace is above these petty concubines. They will not mess with you." Somi comforts your thoughts the next day.

"But what if Changbin favors them more?"

Somi does not reply to that question.

*

On your 18th birthday, your father had promised to you that he would make you the Queen of this country. He kept his promise because here you are, after five years, getting dressed to be married to the most powerful man in the country.

Your father always insisted that powerful men do not love but Changbin's sparkling eyes always contradicted everything your father had taught. Nevertheless, you know the competitiveness among the concubines for the King's affection is mad. More often than not, even the Queen gets involved in petty fights.

But you try to remove all thoughts of your father and the concubines today. Because today, you are to be married to King Changbin. From today, your name will be written in the historical logs of the Royal family. From today, a new life begins.

"Are you okay, my lady?" Somi asks, "You look worried."

"I'm fine. Just hope the ceremony goes well."

The ceremony does go well and in all honesty, you were not worried about the ceremony itself. You were worried about the aftermath.

The maids guide you to your new palace, and get you dressed in white robes for the wedding night. The night when you will finally meet Changbin as his wife. The butterflies swim around in your belly.

The bed is decorated with flower petals and a few candles are lit. Everything is perfect.

"The King is here." One of your ladies in waiting announce and you get up to greet your husband.

The maids leave the room as the doors slide open and Changbin steps in, also dressed in white robes. He looks dashing, but his signature grin is nowhere to be found.

When the doors close behind him, he walks past you to the bed, the scent of liquor evident in his breath.

"Have you been drinking, your majesty?" You ask him, worried by his odd behavior.

What was wrong with him? Why wouldn't he even bother to meet your eyes?

"Changbin." He slurs, wrapping the blankets around him, "Call me Changbin."

He turns away from you and is snoring away in no time.

The butterflies in your stomach flutter around before dropping dead.

*

You did not sleep that night. Even though you were sleeping next to the man you love, you felt lonelier than ever.

Many times during the night, you consider walking out of the bed chamber to the servants quarter so you could talk to Somi. But you couldn't do that. Because you were now the Queen of this country and every single step you take will have its repercussions.

When morning comes, Changbin wakes up in a haste and greets you with a subtle nod and walks out of the chamber in long strides.

You well the tears back. It's your first day as Queen and hadn't he always promised to be there when you were overwhelmed? Had he lied? Or was it Changbin's doppelganger who visited you every night in the Detached palace?

Somi comes in a few minutes later with an excited smile on her face.

When she does your hair for the day, she asks, "So, how was the wedding night?"

You want to answer her truthfully - how cold Changbin had been, how he had not even looked at you let alone touch you, how you think he had changed almost overnight. But you see the prying eyes of the other palace maids and swallow your sadness.

"It was perfect. Like everything I'd ever hoped for."

"He was gentle, I hope." She says through a grin, but it feels like someone pouring alcohol on an open wound.

"Yes. He was."

As part of royal customs, the new bride is supposed to visit the senior most female member of the family and greet her. In your case, the member happens to King Changbin's mother.

Somi dresses you in the most exquisite silks and adorns your hair with the most precious flower but you feel nothing at all when everyone compliments you on the way out of your new Queen's palace.

Your mother in law's palace is a little far from the Queen's palace yet it is as beautiful as any other palace. From inside as well as outside.

"Greetings, your majesty. It is nice to meet you." You bow in front of the Queen Dowager.

The woman-not more than sixty years of age- looks at you with a gentle smile.

"Come in, y/n. Please be at ease."

You're seated in front of her on a cushion while the Queen Dowager's maids serve you breakfast.

"I hope your first day here goes well, my child. Our family is thrilled to have you." She says.

"The pleasure is all mine, your majesty. I am honored to be a part of this family." You say.

In the back of your mind, you wonder if Changbin is thrilled to have you or not. Probably not.

The mere thought of yesterday's rejection stings.

"Y/n, truth be told, my son is a quite a troubled man. His father was murdered in front of his eyes. He was made the king when he was only 16 years old. It's been 7 years since then, but the burden only gets worse. I hope you, as a Queen and as his wife, can help him lessen these burdens. Can you do that?" The Queen Dowager asks again, sipping tea from a small cup.

"I will do everything I can to help him." If only he'd let you.

"Good, good. I'm glad. And one more thing, y/n, you know as Queen one of your primary duties is to produce an heir for Changbin's throne. I hope you're working on that, yes?"

Heat reaches your cheeks. If only the poor woman knew what her dear son had done last night. If his behavior continues, perhaps it will be long before the Queen Dowager sees the face of a royal grandchild.

"We are trying, your majesty. We will not disappoint you." You reply, sipping tea from your own cup.

"Great! I shall send all types of herbs and tonics to help you conceive as fast as possible. I shall also draw up a chart after consulting the astrologer..." the Queen Dowager's voice fades into the background as your mind drifts off to the nights in the Detached palace, when Changbin would come and spend all his free time with you, against the rules of the palace. At that time, you had been sure that producing an heir would be a beautiful process, not a chore.

But Changbin does not even treat the thought like a chore.

Did he not love you? Did his Royal duties burden him too much?

When you leave the Queen Dowager's palace, you walk past The King's palace. It is as beautiful and majestic as they say. But you wonder if you'll ever be able to set foot in the same.

As if on cue, you see Concubine Jung walking out of the King's palace, her maids behind her. The butterflies in your stomach burn with jealousy.

She has a smirk on her face when she sees you.

"Eun, did you know there's a rumor around the palace that the King refused to sleep with the Queen last night? Sad, isn't it?" Concubine Jung says.

One of her maids giggle and nod, "Of course! How could the Queen even live with this shame?"

You cry yourself to sleep that night, while Somi does everything in her abilities to soothe you.

Needless to say, nothing worked.

*

"My lady, wake up. The King has invited you to breakfast with him." Somi informs one morning, six months after your wedding.

"Tell him I have a bad stomach bug. I cannot go."

You'd be found dead before sharing a meal with him and that obnoxious Concubine Jung. You'd shared enough meals with them already.

The past months, the King had not visited you even once but often you'd see him walking the gardens with Concubine Jung at his side.

After the first few weeks, you had no tears left to shed anymore so when the rumor came in last month that Concubine Jung might be pregnant, your eyes do not water no matter how much you force yourself to cry.

"I do not wish to congratulate them." You say, true and plain.

"My lady, he's invited only you. Not anyone else."

So you agree. As a last attempt to make your marriage work, even if it's just for your own sake.

Somi dresses you in green robes- The King's favorite. You quickly make your way to his palace, as if someone else would take your place if you didn't hurry. It's sad your thoughts had turned so negative in just half a year in the palace.

Your father had told you the King would take in many lovers during his lifetime, and that being Queen is about having power, not being loved.

But you think he didn't warn you enough. He didn't warn you how lonely it would be to sleep on the cold bed every night, how painful it would be to see the King smile at someone else.

Even if you did wish for a child, how could you produce you a child without Changbin?

"Good morning, your majesty." You say to him when you enter his bed chamber. It smells like cinnamon, a smell he'd often carry with himself back when he used to visit you at the Detached palace. Back when you were sure the king had been in love with you.

"Hello, my Queen. Please have a seat."

The butterflies dance around for a split second.

"Did you sleep well last night?" He asks, taking a seat in front of you.

"Yes." Lies. "Thank you for inviting me over."

When the maids leave the both of you alone, his demeanor changes.

"Actually, y/n, I had something to talk to you about." He says, casually, as if he hadn't been hurting you everyday for the past few months.

"What is it?" You ask.

He sighs, "It's mother. Ever since that rumor of Concubine Jung being pregnant spread. She wants the first grandchild to be of the Queen."

His words do not faze you, "How can I help you, Changbin?"

He frowns. Since when had your tone become this melancholic?

"Um, so if I have your consent, I'd like to try for a child tomorrow night. We'll see how that goes, yeah?"

"Okay. I will be honored." You say.

You finish up the food quickly and almost slide the doors open when he grabs your arm from behind.

"Y/n, what is it? Did something happen? Are your parents well?"

"My parents are well enough, thank you for asking." You say, keeping your eyes on the ground.

"Then? What happened? Is it Concubine Jung? Really, you did not have to be jealous of her. She's not pregnant. I can assure you of that. I have not consummated my marriage with any one of the concubines."

His words seem to have an effect on you. Your heart blossoms with hope but you keep your face and voice neutral.

"I am not jealous, Changbin. If one of the concubines get pregnant, I shall wish you both well."

You force your arm out of his grip and walk out the palace, not looking back once.

Changbin's stares at your leaving figure, now worried beyond relief that he might have broken the one person he cared for the most by his pursuits of a greater good.

*

While the past few months for you had been filled with loneliness, for Changbin it was almost the same-if not worse.

The first night of your marriage was filled with as many butterflies for him, as it was for you.

He had fallen in love with you and he wasn't afraid to show the world how much you meant to him. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, make love to you. And he had all plans to do that on the first night.

But that was until he had overheard a secret conversation between Concubine Jung and her father- Minister Jung.

For all he knew, Minister Jung had always wanted his daughter to be the Queen but being the dim-wit that she was, Concubine Jung could not even get through the first stage.

"Father, it's been two days since I'd been in the palace and that man has not visited me once. He had not even asked for my name the day of the welcoming. What kind of man is he? And you say I am to be Queen!"

"Hush, child. In this palace, even the walls are listening. Be careful. And as far as the position of Queen is concerned, you need not worry. If the King does bed the Queen tonight and she get pregnant, we shall make sure her pregnancy terminates before maturity. I have connections with all sorts of medicine vendors in the country, be assured, she shall never see the face of a child. After we weaken the Queen, we can take her throne as easily!"

Changbin had wanted to laugh at the man's foolish plans but deep down, he was worried as well. For you.

Which is why he pushed you away for so long and kept Concubine Jung close. While she tried everything in her power to seduce him, he refused her under the pretense of keeping an oath of abstinence for a year.

Every time she tried to even hold his hand, Changbin thought of you; your innocent eyes, your talks, your wit, your hands, your beautiful hair. No woman could make him feel like you do.

Changbin's secret informants had confirmed that Minister Jung had not one but two houses full of gold and cash he'd collected as illegal taxes from the local people. He'd also sometimes force husbands to send their wives to him in exchange for money. Even the thought nauseated Changbin.

Every time Concubine Jung visited, he made sure to collect some sort of evidence through her. He even visited her every night and while she snored away, he stole some of her gold jewlery and clothes to get them checked as evidence of the illegal taxes her father had been collecting.

And sure enough, after a few months of spying on her and her father, Changbin had gathered enough evidence by now to expose both of them at the court.

But he realised quickly that Minister Jung had a few tricks up his sleeves as well. The rumor of his daughter's pregnancy would make it difficult for Changbin to expose him easily, and so Changbin waited every night that the rumors would die down so he could run to the Queen's Palace and hug you with all his might. You were not safe unless the father and daughter were deposed.

And for some selfish reasons, Changbin had hoped you'd understand the reason behind his distance. But no woman could find a logical reason behind her lover being absent and it was horribly wrong for him to expect you to do the same.

"Are you stupid?" His friend, the eccentric dancer Minho had asked him.

Changbin had told him how coldly you'd behaved this afternoon when he'd asked you if you wished to try for a child. Most women would giggle and blush. But you were like a statue.

"You push her away for months and make her feel lonely and not loved and what not and you have the audacity to ask her that?"

"Well, yes. Mother had been pressuring me for a child and obviously, even with the pressure, I would never do anything that y/n would not have wanted but I thought it would be a great way to reconnect with her. Even if it didn't end in child making or whatever."

Minho let's out a frustrated groan, "You have to learn so much, Bin. But let's start with this- be honest with her. She's your wife and you ought to tell her everything. Give answers to all her questions and hold her hand if she let's you. Small steps first, a child can wait."

Changbin nods, " Okay, should I go to her right now?"

"Yes, you idiot!" Minho says, earning a slap on the arm from The King of Joseon.

He should be glad he's not being beheaded for calling the King an idiot.

*

You're almost done getting ready for bed when the lady in waiting makes an unexpected announcement .

"My lady, the King is here to see you."

Your heart leaps and the butterflies come alive again only to die down once you realise why he might be there. For a child. Isn't that why he's here? Isn't that why people get married in the first place?

"Y/n." He sighs when he enters the room, almost out of relief. He purses his lips.

"Is there anything I could help you with?" You ask.

Oh, how badly he'd hurt you. He could see the hurt in your eyes, in your voice, in your mannerisms.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I really am. I know I have caused you pain and I cannot imagine how lonely it must have been. But I hope you know that I really do love you and only you."

"Then why the distance? Why visit Concubine Jung every night?" You ask, hands on your hips.

The tears that had left you threatened to return again.

And he tells you everything. From the conversation he overheard to how insistently Concubine Jung asked him for a child to how much solid proof he'd collected over the months and how he'd sent those evidences to the Minister of Security, who in turn ensured that by tomorrow the Jungs will out of the palace and be imprisoned for life.

It all makes sense to you now, of course it does. Yet you feel guilty. He'd been trying to protect you, all this while.

"I'm sorry, Changbin. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I only-"

"Don't apologize, y/n. It's me that should apologize. I should have somehow tried to contact you and tell you about everything. I'm-"

"No, no, Please. Don't. You only tried to protect me and-"

"No, y/n, it's all my fault, please-"

Somi overhears the entire conversation through the door, her mind finally relaxing after the misunderstanding had been solved between you and the King. She could no longer stand you being this sad. And she somehow knew King Changbin had his own reasons for his behavior.

She hears soft sounds of kissing through the door and takes it as a sign to move away from the door, and join the other maids waiting outside the palace door. She smiles to herself.

The butterflies burn with passion.

"I do not wish for a child this early. I want to be here like this with you for a while, just y/n and Changbin and maybe two or three years later, we could try for a child. What do you think?"

When he kissed you initially, you half expected this to end up in the bed. But it did. And you're glad it did.

The butterflies bloom more than ever.

You're wrapped in his arms, tightly. The nakedness no longer bothering the either of you.

"I agree. I want to be this close to you every night, not as a Queen or the mother of your child. But as y/n. As your wife."

Changbin draws his face closer to you, pecking you on the lips, "And so you shall, my love."

And so you shall.

[houpss]

Relationships with SKZ

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BANG CHAN+HWANG LILY (Chanly):

To begin with, she was deeply in love with him and Now she feels great affection for him, she literally cannot live without him for a second.

She literally fell in love with Chan because he was so kind to her while they were trainees.

Very cute and soft duet.

Lily helped Chan a lot with his self-esteem and self-acceptance, they did a great job together.

And Chan is always there when Lily has anxiety attacks or panic attacks, he's always there.

She is his regular guest in the Chan's room (more on that later)

Very popular pairing!!! (hyunlix, minsung and chanly almost three main ways )

She cried every time he said something bad to himself.

She takes him shopping, because Chan doesn’t really like this business.

The NOT funniest jokes that only they laugh at .

Mmm, she loves Chan's curls, plays with them every chance she gets.

bro...they're literally dating, don't you get it? THEY'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP

How did it happen?

Literally one phrase from Lily one cold and bad evening changed everything

Nicknames for the Chan (in phone):Channie wife 🌹

Nicknames for the Lily (in phone): Teddy Lily 🐻❤️

LEE KNOW+HWANG LILY (Limin):

Minho was extremely annoyed that Lily would be in a MAN group.

Constant joint training brought them closer, very close.

In front of the cameras, they tease each other and literally mock each other, but outside the cameras...

Outside of cameras and public life, they are together, they love each other

bro...they are like brother and sister. they love each other so much

Lily is very attracted to him

Dance duet. THEY DANCED THE TROUBLE MAKER (what Hyunjin and Minho danced)

Small acts of caring.

He holds her hand in public, this is the norm.

They watch anime or cook together (that's why they live in the same dorm)

So much sarcasm.

Lily mom sunidunidori.

A couple of volunteers and a couple of sincerity

Nicknames for Lee Know (in phone): cat lover 🐈‍⬛

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): annoying lady 👾

SEO CHANGBIN+HWANG LILY (Binli):

THEY BECAME FRIENDS RIGHT AFTER CHANGBIN JOINED JYP.

Lily can just walk up to him and start screaming and Changbin will scream back.

They eat together and always eat.

She makes fun of Changbin because of his height, and Changbin is indignant.

Changbin steals Lily's cookies.

the noisiest in the group and in the company.

Changbinie teaches Lily women's choreography.

Lily dies at the sight of his muscles.

"My little dwaekki is lives in the gym???"

They're just fun and noisy.

Sometimes they write song lyrics together.

Nicknames for Changbin (in phone):Changbin 🐽🐰

Nicknames for Lily (in phone):LILYYYY ❤️

HWANG HYUNJIN+HWANG LILY (Lyhyun):

We disliked each other a little before debut.

But this immediately passed when the survival show began.

So aesthetic and flirty together 🫦

Hyunjin has a collection of Lily's portraits.

She makes hairstyles out of his hair, but Lily's favorite hairstyle is TWO TAIL ON THE SIDE (I’m dying, girls)

Hyunjin doesn't like to be touched a lot, but she's allowed.

She protects him from all the hate 🥺🥺

So beautiful and their interactions are going viral on social media.

Lily often watches Hyunjin draw, it's just so cozy.

THEIR HANDS DIFFERENCE.. Hyunjin's arms are 20.5 cm, and Lily's are 16.5.

He kissed her once on the cheek at a concert (oh my god, how the fans love it)

"My world is your peace of mind, and I am your protection"

Nicknames for Hyunjin (in phone): Mr.Hwang

Nicknames for Lily (in phone):Mrs.Hwang

HAN JISUNG+HWANG LILY (Lisung):

These bro jokers of the group.

They both have mental problems...

They write sad lyrical songs together.

Sweet tooth and of course the leaders of the sunny trio.

He's so chaotic and she's calm.

There are paired rings and paired T-shirts, the participants consider their T-shirts to be cringe, but they like it.

A very noisy duet part 2

Lily Paints Jisung's Nails.

They walk together to refresh their minds and get back to normal.

Walking with dogs is possible!

High notes are their place of comfort.

They didn't communicate during their trainee days.

Nicknames for Jisung (in phone): Squirrel 🌙

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): Lily ily

LEE FELIX+HWANG LILY (Lilix):

HER LITTLE BOY LIX 🥺🥺🥺

completes the sunny trio.

UBUBUBU LILY IS VERY GENTLE AND CAREFUL WITH HIM.

they bake desserts together!

Felix arranges ASMR sessions for Lily.

She saw his abs and went crazy.

Literally two kittens.

Lily's soft voice and Felix's bass....

They have several covers and songs together and maybe stay will hear them.

She was very careful and gentle with him during her trainee days, because Felix was very shy and afraid.

HE IS HER SUNSHINE:(((

They're soulmates, okay?

The second most popular pairing is with Lily (Chanly is in first place, and Limin is in third)

Nicknames for Felix (in phone): Bby sunny 🥺🩷

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): Kitten soo 😼

KIM SEUNGMIN+HWANG LILY (Seungly):

Okay...he's a pain in her ass.

SHE BARKED AROUND HIM ONCE (he thinks she's weird)

Lily loves his vocals and his voice.

Seungmin mocks Lily, but he also knows how to care.

Seungmin teaches Lily to play baseball, but she is not a very good player.

He takes photos of her, because according to Lily, Seungmin takes the best photos.

Snarky #1

When she is anxious, he brings her some soft toy and leaves.

But then the boy always finds out how she feels.

DAY6 FANS

Let Seungmin smile so widely next to Lily

Nicknames for Seungmin (in phone): Don't pick up the phone

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): Lily bear

I.N+HWANG LILY (Lijeon):

Her sweet child!

But, I want to say that Jeongin is 23 (!) and he is such a protection and support for Lily, he loves her very much 🥺

They go to Busan together and hang out there

Jeongin's family considers Lily their daughter (problems in Lily's family)

Jeongin is so handsome and sweet, Lily loves his company

He repeatedly selected looks and outfits for her for some outings and she did the same for him.

Jeongin allows Lily to hug him WITHOUT PROBLEMS AND NOT LIKE WITH THE OTHER MEMBERS.

Literally helped him with his homework

They have a card (which all the Stays fight for) where they are hugging and they are wearing pale pink outfits

They watch dramas at night (Chan scolds them for this).

Nicknames for Jeongin (in phone): millionaire guy

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): beautiful bear 🐻🫂

[torialefay]

i somehow managed to get a virus with all the fun symptoms aka fever, congestion and horrible earache, all that right before an important exam. yay me! 🤧

i think one of the reasons why it feels extra bad is because living alone when you get sick, you have no one to help you out or just overall take care of you a bit and i'm so sad and overwhelmed over this rn </3

which made me think about my bias line aka 3racha and how would they be like when their s/o gets sick? (i could really use channie's caretaking mode rn but let's be honest if that was the case i wouldn't even let him do so because he would most likely get sick too lol)

that is no fun AT ALL. i live on my own too, and it can definitely be hard trying to manage it all yourself! i hope you start to feel better soon, anon :( <3

✨how 3racha takes care of you when you're sick: 💌📞☕️

christopher:

• probably can't take off of work (everything would fall apart), but he is texting you every 2 hours to check on you.

• before he leaves in the morning, he's making you a piping hot cup of honey lemon tea & leaving you vitamin C packets that he tells you to take

• promises he will spank you if you start feeling worse and don't let him know

• leaves you sweet little voice messages when he tries to call from the studio but you're napping

• leaves work as early as possible to get home to you. definitely stops to get soup on the way. grabs a weighted blanket too bc why not

• smiles at how cute you are when he comes home to you asleep with your face all squished

• lovingly teases you for looking like death and ruffles your hair

• even though you're sick, he'll still lay next to you and cuddle you up for a little while

changbin:

• depending on how bad you feel, he may try to stay home, or at least only work half a day.

• if he hassss to go to work, he's definitely coming back home during lunch to check on you

• calls his mom to ask what medicines he should get you

• he's got every snack you could ever imagine all lined up for you. anything and everything you could possibly want.

• still checks in on you while he's gone.

• if you tell him you're bored, he's telling you to do some online shopping and use his card. whatever you want to buy that will take your mind off of the sickness

• when he finally gets home, he comes in the room to see you all bundled up, looking grumpy

• he can't help but laugh at how cute he finds you, even if you're all grumpy.

• makes a point to tell you you look beautiful... he isn't getting in bed to cuddle tho lol his ass is sleeping on the couchhhh

• honestly probably bullies felix into making you cookies

hannie:

• loves you so much, but he is the ace of kpop and cannot get sick, so he is (lovingly) staying at least 10 feet away from you at all times.

• calls you his "poor little baby" regardless

• is genuinely worried about you all day when he's gone.

• tells all the members that you're sick and asks for advice on what to get you. he's just too neurotic when it comes to you.

• knows that you're independent and don't NEED him, but god does he want to help

• texts and asks what you want for lunch & when you tell him you don't feel well enough to eat, he just says "fuck it" and sends 3 different things. he figures SURELY it will at least tempt you.

• sends you a whole list of movies/shows to watch

• freaks out and doesnt know what to get at the pharmacy/drug store, so he ends up getting the most random assortment of medicines & vitamins

• when he gets home, he knocks sooooo gently on your door because he wants to stick his head in but doesn't want to wake you.

• moves a chair right next to your door so he can tell you all about his day... without coming into your room of agony

[skzfairyyydreamz]

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imagine…

Coming home from what had been a horrendously long and stressful day to see your sweet boyfriend in a cozy pair of sweats and t-shirt, he was sat on the living room sofa chatting with his two best friends about whatever it is producer dudes talk about. he looked so stinkin adorable with his natural fluffy hair all disheveled and curly as his glasses sat calmly on his beautiful bare face and you had all intentions on napping in his arms after the day you had today regardless to who was in your house right now. You came in kicking off your shoes at the door, dropping your keys and bag on the island counter and heading straight to your room to change without acknowledging anyone in the house. That immediately had changbin snapping his neck in your direction taking notice of the exhausted look on your face without breaking his current conversation. About 5 or so minutes later his eyes lit up to see you coming to join them in the living room in your fuzzy pj’s holding your favorite pillow and blanket.

“Hey family.. please excuse me while i nap” you sigh kissing the top of changbins head then sitting down next to him getting ready to lay your head in his lap and take the nap of your life, but before you could

“far out! mate are we invisible??” channie said to jisung as he crossed his arms with furrowed brows at you. “you do remember that we knew you before binnie right!?” jisung added. “yet he’s the one that gets all the love? im so done with you” channie roles his eyes

binnie giggles to himself putting his head down like he always does refusing to interfere anytime you and channie would get into it. you sigh again getting up from your seat walking over to the sofa opposite you and your boyfriend. “i would offer a sassy rebuttal normally but i’m just way too tired today.. come here channie my bestest most favorite sweetest big brother ever” you lean down from behind the sofa hugging him around his shoulders and kissing the top of his head “yeah whatever looser.. im your ONLY big brother.” “Where you ever able to order the flower arrangements for mom’s birthday dinner this weekend?” he added looking up at you “ i haven’t had time today i was super swamped. But i can definitely do it in the morning!” “Dont worry about it i’ll handle it.” “you sure? tomorrow’s an off day for me i can do it.” “no worries, i got it. you just make sure you rest up on your day off.” “okay” you kiss the top of his head once more before moving over to jisung giving him the same hug and kiss you did your older brother.

“i didn’t forget you jiji” “dont act like you love me now, im tired of being chosen last!” “just like when were kids??” you teased reaching down to steal a handful of popcorn from the bowl in his lap. “please do not bring up my childhood trauma right now! you chose me last for every single game of freeze tag when im literally faster than you!” everyone bursted into laughter at jisungs dramatic episode as you walked back over to your spot on the sofa next to your boyfriend.

“Okay goodnight family, i legit cannot keep my eyes open any longer” you grabbed your pillow placing it in changbins lap laying down as he wrapped the blanket around you.

“Night night, jagi” your boyfriend whispered as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Sleep tight!” jisung added

“We love you kiddo..” chan smiled.

You fell asleep instantly, as your boyfriend brother and best friend all went back to continuing their previous conversation. the room felt so warm and fuzzy filled with love. You were beyond grateful for the men in your life they were your everything. your back bones, your protectors, your safe spaces. They were your family, and you couldn’t even fathom the thought of living life without theses three in it.

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