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wheeboo · 2 months
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run to you | lee chan
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SYNOPSIS. in which your best friend picks you up in the middle of the night. PAIRING. biker!best friend!lee chan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, lil angst, best friends to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, implied that reader lives in a troubled household, lil description of a twisted ankle, kissing WORD COUNT. 2.7k
notes: finally have something written for dino!! i haven't written anything for him in a HOT min that this almost feels out of character for some reason 😭 anyways enjoy <3
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Chan doesn't understand why simply the sight of your name lighting up his phone has his heart quickening, head spinning, and adrenaline rushing all in a single moment. But he doesn't give it much thought, his hand instinctively pressing the answer button as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
He brings his phone up to his ear, calling out your name, "Y/N?"
"Hey, um..." Your voice is shaky on the other line, barely above a whisper, laced with something that sounds suspiciously like pain, and it sends a snake of worry up his back. "...can you do me a favour real quick?"
Chan glances at the time on his phone for a brief second, brows furrowing at the late time displayed on the screen. He sits up in bed, already somehow feeling more awake than just a few seconds ago. "Yeah, uh, what's up?"
Silence hangs heavy in the air, heavier than the late-night quiet pressing against Chan's window. He can almost hear your nervous inhale and picture the hesitant frown on your face.
"I left my... well, actually my entire skateboard bag... at your place," You admit quietly, sheepishly. "Could you possibly... drop it off at my door? It's really late, I know, but𑁋"
"Where are you?" Chan asks frantically and seriously that it cuts you off. He hears the way your breath hitches in your throat at the tone of his voice, and it only makes him more apprehensive and his heart hammering against his ribs anxiously. "Are you at the skate park?"
Crap, he knows. He always knows. "Look, I just... needed to clear my head and took a little fall. I'm fine, can you just𑁋"
"Stay put," he commands, leaving no room for argument. "I'm coming to get you."
"What? No, Chan, it's fine𑁋"
He cuts you off, refusing to hear your protests. "Don't move. I'll be there in ten."
He hangs up before you can utter another word, quickly tossing a shirt on and grabbing his keys, helmet (and a second one), and of course, your skateboard bag. As Chan throws the bag over his shoulder, a sharp pang of worry hits him. He knows you're downplaying the fall and everything else going on, but the tremor in your voice paints a different picture in his mind, and he seems to be listening to his heart more than he ever thought he would.
All he could think about is you.
Chan knows not to pry, but it isn't the first time this has happened𑁋where you 'clear your head' in the middle of the night and run away from home for a few hours. But the thought of you alone and hurt gnaws at him more than he cares to admit.
Pushing aside the questions and worries for later, Chan rushes out the door, the roar of his motorcycle echoing through the hushed night. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it. As he speeds towards the familiar silhouette of the skate park, a million scenarios play in his mind, each one twisting his gut tighter. He forces them down, focusing only on one𑁋getting to you and making sure you're okay.
The wind whips past Chan's helmet, carrying with it the sting of the cool night air and the echo of your shaky voice. He rounds the last corner, the skate park coming into view, bathed in the dim glow of a streetlamp. He catches a single glance of your figure leaning against wall with your skateboard abandoned not that far away, and his heart jumps into his throat.
He throws the bike into a skid that leaves a dark streak on the pavement, the gravel crunching beneath his tires and the engine sputtering to a halt just beside you. You flinch at the sudden noise, looking up with wide, surprised eyes. Before you can speak, he's already hopping off and jogging towards you.
Something jumps in your stomach when he takes off his helmet, the streetlamp above illuminating the worry etched on his features and windswept, messy hair. Chan kneels before you, the gravel biting into his knees as his gaze takes note of the way you're gingerly clutching down at your ankle.
The concern in his eyes makes your defenses crumble. You open your mouth to explain, but he silences you with a gentle hand on your knee.
"Don't talk," he murmurs, voice surprisingly soft. "Let me see."
He gently pushes your hand away, his touch sending a spark through your already jittery nerves, calloused fingers lightly brushing against away the dirt clinging to your slightly swollen ankle. You wince at the contact, breath hitching at the unexpected touch. It's not painful, but it's strangely electrifying.
"It looks swollen," he states, carefully brushing his thumbs over the affected area. "Can you put any weight on it?"
You hesitantly try to wiggle your toes, wincing when a sharp pain shoots up your leg.
"Fuck, ow," You whisper, biting your lip. You feel the shame and embarrassment burn at your cheeks, making you want to sink into the cool concrete beneath you.
He's always right; you weren't fine. You hadn't been fine for a long time, but admitting it to yourself felt like opening a dam of emotions you weren't sure you could contain the longer you stay here, and you aren't sure if Chan being in front of you was helping with that or not.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Chan asks, voice a low rumble that vibrates through the gravel where he kneels. You can't help but meet his gaze, searching for judgment, but finding only concern and a hint of something deeper you couldn't decipher, or didn't want to acknowledge.
You shrug, hating how weak the gesture feels, pulling back your leg away from him slightly. "It's okay, just a twist."
Chan's jaw clenches, the concern on his face morphing into something else, something you couldn't quite place. "Just a twist? Y/N, it's the middle of the night, you're alone at the skate park, and you can barely stand. It's not okay."
You feel your chest tighten. "I told you I just needed to get some air. You didn't have to come if you didn't want to. I'm fine."
His eyes narrow, and you catch a glimpse of something raw and intense flickering in them.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" he asks, coming out a bit harsher than intended. "What if you... what if something bad happened and you couldn't call for help? Do you think I wouldn't want to be the one to find you?"
His words hit you like a physical blow. You flinch, the vulnerability you'd so carefully guarded threatening to spill out. God, you hate that he could see through you, hate that he cares so much, hate that you couldn't hate it no matter how much you tried.
"No," You mumble, swallowing back the heat threatening in your eyes. "I don't think you're stupid. It's just..." Your voice trails off.
"It's just what?" Chan demands, voice tight. "Just another night where you disappear and leave me wondering if you're okay? I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you."
His words suspend heavy in the air, the only sounds coming from the occasional crickets and the rhythmic thump of your heart echoing loudly in your ears. You could only stare at Chan, his intense gaze boring into you, and feel a dam within yourself start to slowly crack.
Chan lets his eyes roam over you, and a twinge of guilt seems to twitch at his lips, his eyes softening noticeably, but barely. He lets out a sigh.
"Come on," he says firmly. "I can't let you stay here alone, not tonight. Let me take you back to my place, okay?" His eyes hold yours for a beat longer than necessary, a silent plea struggling beneath the surface.
He rises from the ground and offers you his hand. The heat radiating from his skin sends a familiar jolt through you. Hesitantly, you place your hand in his, his fingers warm and calloused as they intertwine together clumsily, like you're testing some type of waters. Then he lifts you with surprising ease, the sudden movement sending a fresh wave of pain shooting through your ankle, making you tighten your grip on his hand.
"Sorry," he murmurs, concern flickering in his eyes. "Let me know if it's too much."
You shake your head, unable to find your voice. You're a tangled mess of emotions𑁋relief, embarrassment, and a fluttering nervousness that you can't quite explain. He helps you onto the back of his motorcycle and secures the extra helmet around your head, before stepping away to collect your skateboard from the ground. Then you feel his hand cup over yours, bringing it to secure around his waist, the warmth of his body pressed against yours sending shivers down your spine.
"Hold on tight," he instructs. As the engine rolls to life, you feel the vibration through your body, and you scoot yourself impossibly closer to him, tightening your hold around his abdomen even more.
The ride to his apartment is a blur of streetlights and rushing wind. You cling to him even more, not entirely sure if it's for balance or something more, but it's awfully comforting and... intimate.
You lean your head on his back and breathe in the familiar scent of leather and warmth that seems to calm you more than it should. Shifting your eyes up, you steal a glance at Chan, the moonlight casting long shadows across his determined jaw and windblown hair. You can feel his muscles tense and relax with every shift of the bike, and a strange sense of safety washes over you. You feel a slight tug at your lips at the thought.
As the motorcycle comes to a stop outside Chan's apartment, you linger for a moment, the gentle rumble of the engine fading into the quiet night as he puts it into park. The warmth of his body still lingers onto yours as he takes off his helmet and hops off the bike, before turning around to help with yours.
The brush of your hands against each other sends a jolt through the two of you. Chan quickly pulls away, his hand hovering awkwardly by your helmet, but the heaviness in the air lingers. You look up at him, his gaze flickering between your face, before he fully slips the helmet off your head, hand lingering in the strands of your hair for a moment.
He clears his throat, looking away briefly before meeting your eyes again.
"I, uh... should get you inside," he finally says.
You only give a nod. But as you attempt to step off the bike, the pain in your ankle shoots up your leg, bringing a wince to your face.
"Here," Chan says quickly, kneeling before you again. "Let me help."
He carefully scoops you up in his arms, the familiar scent of leather and warmth enveloping you once more. This time, you don't try to pull away, your heart pounding against his chest as he carries you inside.
He takes you to his kitchen, helping you sit on top of the counter, and you can't help but let out a quiet, soft sigh of relief. As he draws away from you to rummage through the drawers, you glance around his kitchen, noting the small stack of dishes in the sink, the motorcycle magazines scattered across his little eating area, and an empty bowl of cereal𑁋a glimpse into his life you hadn't seen before.
It's silent when it all happens, almost too silent it's suffocating. But as Chan comes back to you with an ice pack and a bottle of pills, you could only watch him. The soft light from the hanging lamp above bathes his face in a warm glow, and you catch the way his gaze lingers on your face a moment too long.
He reaches out, gently placing the ice pack on your swollen ankle. His touch is light, almost tentative, yet the cold feeling makes you flinch, but Chan's hand rests gently on the skin above your ankle, the other cupping at your knee. There's a part of you that wants to pull away from him, from everything happening right now, but you don't. You don't want to. You can't. He's worried, frustrated, and maybe even a little hurt, and you understand why. You've pushed him away again, and he's tired of it.
"I..." You start, a tremor betraying your words. "I didn't mean to worry you."
Chan glances up at you. "But you did," he replies lowly. "You always do. And it scares the hell out of me."
The tension hangs thick in the air as Chan's words sink in.
"I-I'm sorry, I really am," You mutter, swallowing down the lump in your throat. "It's just... things are hard at home, and I don't know how to deal with it. Being away just seems to... clear it all up a little bit, you know?"
"Then why run away when you can run to me?" He's standing right in front of you at this point, one hand still on your knee.
"Why do care you so much?" You counter almost defensively, feeling yourself tense right under his gaze.
"Because the more this happens, the more I realise I don't want to be your friend anymore," he answers simply, then lowers his voice. "I can't be... just your friend anymore when I want to be the person you run to."
The world freezes. Everything freezes, and you could only stare at him with widened eyes and a pure look of shock. Nothing but silence stretches between the two of you, and the hammering in your chest only grows stronger by each passing second.
Chan lowers his gaze to the floor, taking his hand off your knee and running it through his hair. "Fuck, I shouldn't have..." He catches a glimpse of the bottle of pain medication right next to you. "Let me get you some water𑁋"
"No, wait." You grab at his hand, causing him to halt, and he looks back at you. "Don't... go yet, please?"
Chan hesitates, before giving in, finding himself standing right back in front of you, the two of you almost eye-level. Except you shoot a quick look at his lips, then up to his eyes, before letting the hand wrapped around his wrist pull him even closer to you, to the point where he's almost standing between your legs.
His breath hitches from the sudden closeness, but he shouldn't be like this right now. Not when you're hurt and vulnerable. He can't tell you that he wanted you the moment you met two years ago when you rolled past him one day on the way to the same skate park, can't tell you that he would choose you over everything else in a heartbeat.
But all those thoughts are pushed away the moment he feels your lips on his, and his hands come naturally to your waist, as if afraid you might slip away. His lips seemingly mold perfectly with yours, and you can feel the longing in the way his fingers seem to tighten its hold on your shirt.
Your lips part for a brief moment, and there's a long moment that passes before Chan leans in again, capturing your mouth a bit more fervently, a bit more passionately than before, yet nonetheless still sweet and tender. The world outside disappears, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, the soft hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the clock on the wall, and the gentle glow of the kitchen light above.
When you both pull away, there's a breathless pause.
"Are you... are you okay?" he asks cautiously. "I'm sorry, it just..."
"No, I'm... I should say sorry for... everything," You cut him off. "I shouldn't have made you worried or... pushed you away. I'm sorry."
"All I ever want is to make sure you're okay, Y/N." His hand is back at your knee again, finger tracing reassuring shapes, easing the tension out of your body.
You let out a nervous, light-hearted chuckle. "We're not even together yet and I'm already causing you so much trouble."
Chan's expression softens, and he cups your cheek gently, his thumb brushing against your skin.
"Who said I wasn't yours yet?" He leans back in, teasing his lips back against yours. "I can be, if you want me to be."
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another note: ending is a lil rushed im sorry oops i wrote this rlly late 😭
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dirtysvthoughts · 2 months
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𝙗𝙖𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣! [1𝗄 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇]
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synopsis: you and your boyfriend have been working nonstop. performances on his end and endless meetings on yours. when you both finally get a break, he proposes you two get away for a few days. little do the both of you know that this “baecation” will provide physical, emotional, and sexual healing.
general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, boyfriend! chan, non-idol! chan (professional dancer! chan), vacation/baecation getaway, lots of teasing, lots of dirty talk, lingerie on reader, hotel room sex, balcony sex, pool sex, basically chan and reader are just horny lovebirds
notes: WOW BESTIES 1 FREAKING THOUSAND OF YOU HERE AT DIRTYSVTHOUGHTS!! 🥹 never did i ever think this account would grow this much, but you all made it possible! thanks for reading, liking, reblogging, sending in asks, and everything in between! i hope you enjoy this *slight* self-indulgent work! oh to be fucked by boyfriend chan in a dimly-lit hotel room with rose petals..
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this work will be released in three parts (w/ an epilogue) !
pt. 1 - the destination
pt. 2 - the arrival
pt. 3 - the heated night & the morning after
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teaser (547 words) - thank you to @wooahaeproductions for beta reading!:
you can’t help but stare in (happy) shock as your eyes take in the sight before you, after chan removes his hands from your eyes. there were rose petals scattered across the floor and your bed and champagne chilled in an ice bucket. the dim lights created a sexy ambiance with the last bits of sunlight dimming over the horizon - the large, wide glass windows casting the most beautiful view that you would never forget.
chan stands behind you, rubbing your hips as he hold you by your waist, his smile forming against the shell of your ear as he kisses it, and laughing as he gently sways you side to side. your body is engulfed in his, the warm, familiar sensation of his embrace pleasantly taking over your body.
“chan, what’s all this?” you asked amazed, especially at how much he put into this setup.
“this,” he whispers kissing your temple, “is for you. you’ve been working so hard baby, and now it’s time for you to be rewarded.” you look into his eyes as he holds your jaw, fingers delicately adorning your face. there was something in the air uniting your both - was it love? sincerity? adoration? whatever it was, nothing else mattered in the world right now except you two.
“i love you so much, baby,” he kisses your nose softly. “i know this isn’t a lot, but-”
you silence him with a deep kiss and you turn your body forward so your hands could hold the nape of his neck. your tongues dance together in passion as chan pulls you even closer, bodies and the room temperature heating up with your intensity.
you pause and separate momentarily, ragged breaths filling the space. “chan.. this is more than enough,” you sigh lovingly. “we could’ve stayed at home and i would’ve been more than happy - just being with you is all i need.” you can feel your eyes starting well with tears but you try your best to hold them back.
“i love you so much, chan.”
this time, he starts another passionate kiss. he reaffirms his hands on your waist as he places open mouth kisses on your lips. he walks both you towards the bed and unties the robe you had on, revealing the sheer black rose-decorated lingerie set and garter on your body.
chan whistles as he takes in the sight of you, stunning as ever. “shit,” he whispers, “all dressed up for me like the pretty girl you are..”
you smile as you bring his hand for your waist to your chest, letting chan feel you up as your bite your lip and whimper, his soft hands causing your nipples to perk up. you’re close enough now that the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed. he gently lays you down and climbs on top of you as he kisses your neck. his long fingers toy with your panty line, the motions sending shivers down your spine.
“mmmm, my channie,” you moan out blissfully as his fingers begin to enter your dripping core. “more, please give me more,” you whine out as he continues to press his lips against your body, wetness continuing to gush from inside you as his lips move down your body.
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sohnric · 1 month
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distraction, a fatal attraction – l. chan
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pairing: lee chan x fem! reader
genre: strangers to lovers au, college au, fluff. a weird kind of situationship between yn and dino, drunk dino because svt can't stop mentioning his excessive drinking which is so university student of him and i headcanon him as my drinking buddy.
warnings: drinking, swearing, mentions of throwing up, smoking
word count: 7k
a/n: started writing this literally last may. it's now february and i finally finished it after rewriting it like three times... anyways idk how many more svt fics i'll post in the future but i had to get this out in the open lmaoo. as always thank u beloved @csenke for beta reading despite not even being a svt stan <3
You and Lee Chan seem to have the same clubbing tendencies. That being: drinking a little too much at times and getting a little too touchy when doing so. (Or - you and Lee Chan have kissed a concerning amout of times before he finally asks for permisson.)
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“Can I kiss you?” Chan asks you one March evening and you don’t know why exactly you find yourself so surprised. 
By default, it’s only natural for the boy to ask– the two of you aren’t dating, not even close to that, you’d say– and while you wouldn’t really mind if he kissed you without giving you a warning and swooped you off your feet on the stairs leading up to your dormitory building (for you found yourself a little too lightheaded and on the edge of your seat whenever he’s around lately, the fuzzy feeling in your stomach only further proving your assumptions– you have a silly, little crush on the male), you must admit that him asking for permission is quite nice. Surprising, but nice. 
One might think you’re surprised because there was nothing that could lead you to this scenario– one might think you and Lee Chan were nothing but friends, not even close ones, per se (you just have a group of mutual friends that somehow always brought you two together when either one of you got excluded out of their conversations, ending up as each other’s, although pleasant, last resort). One might even think the two of you are hanging out alone for the first time together, which isn’t that far away from the truth in the first place, but still, is a blatant lie. What’s so surprising about the question to you, then?
The fact that this isn’t the first time you and Lee Chan would be kissing, and the sheer fact leaves you wondering if he’s forgotten, or if he never really remembered in the first place.
You and Chan have kissed…. an embarrassing amount of times for people that aren’t dating, or anywhere close to the said establishment. The circumstances of said kisses differ from time to time, and while you thought that they were meaningless at first, you must admit that as time went by, you selfishly and almost a little pathetically looked forward to each and every time where a similar situation might occur and his lips would end up on yours again.
The first time you and Chan kissed was also the first time you two met. It’s a strange sentence to use when describing a story about your first kiss with someone that you’re currently (hopefully) on a date with, but it’s the one you have to use, because it’s true.
The group you walked into the club with on the first day of orientation during your freshman year of college consisted of all your upperclassmen friends– the girls you had met in high school and didn’t fail to keep in contact with: Lee Chaeryeong, Kim Minjeong and Huh Yunjin. You would trust these three girls with your whole entire life, and so when they had told you that they could show you around the campus and let you in on all the secrets you only learn with months of attending college, you felt like you just won the lottery. 
After the cheerful senior Choi Soobin walked your humongous group through the campus and showed all of your classmates the fundamental parts of the college building (the gym, the labs and most importantly, the cafeteria), he invited you all to the open semester party in the club just a few minutes away from the campus. And yes, the party was originally supposed to be mainly for the freshmen, but as soon as you texted your friends to let them know about your whereabouts, they announced to you that there is no way you were going back to your dorm room so quickly– the whole campus was supposed to be on that party, and that’s exactly why you were forced to stay.
“So, how do you like it here so far?” Chaeryeong asks you as you start swinging your hips to the rhythm of the music, the DJ surprisingly not as bad as you expected him to be from the reviews you heard from the girls when standing in the queue leading towards the club.
“The music isn’t as bad as you said it will be,” you yell over the music into your friend’s ear, having her roll her eyes and shake her head at you in disbelief.
“I meant the campus, not the club, you silly goose,” she clarifies, making you gasp at the sentence.
“Oh!” you laugh. “Well, I’m less frightened, that’s for sure.”
“That’s gonna come back to you once the exam season starts,” Chaeryeong notes, snickering. The comment is slightly terrifying– therefore you choose to ignore it and stick it somewhere to the back of your brain to come back to when the time is right and your anxiety is no longer a far-away thing, but a very present and real issue.
“Ah! I see Mingyu there!” she suddenly screams, pointing somewhere behind you. “I’m gonna go talk to him, can you try finding our table and going back to Minjeong and Yunjin?”
“I’ll be fine,” you nodded, trying to believe the sentence just as much as you were trying to convince your friend of it. The place was filled with people, and although you didn’t feel particularly in danger, you were getting a little scared of getting walked over to death in the wave of the drunk upperclassmen enjoying themselves in the club.
Feet dragging you through the crowd painfully slowly, you try hard to find your table on the sides of the club. Your eyes never really had a 20/20 vision, but the neon lighting of the club and the glass of Martini you’d had before stepping to the dance floor with Chaeryeong really didn’t help you in seeing things clearly. No matter how hard you try, you can’t find your two other friends anywhere, and if you are being completely honest, you’re almost certain the table you previously sat at with your group was now occupied with someone completely else– meaning that your dear friends either left to the dancefloor, or left the club completely (which you doubted, but the possibilities were never really 0).
And so with that, you drag yourself towards the bar. You think that was a better option to choose in this situation– since you thought that going out for some fresh air is just going to get you kidnapped if you went there alone– and you also figured that you’d be easier to find by your lost friends if you were somewhere out in the open instead of in the corners of the humid room. Ordering yourself another Martini to pass the time, you drink the beverage in slow sips before you feel the presence of someone on the bar stool next to you.
You look up at the stranger beside you, noticing a boy around your age sending you a shy, yet charming look. “Do you mind if I sit here?” he asks.
“Not really,” you answer, watching as the boy nods, his shoulders relaxing as he orders himself a drink. 
“Are you here alone?” he asks as he looks back at you again, face tugging into a panicked expression when he realizes the implication his words may hold. “I’m not asking in a creepy way, or anything, it’s just- I’m a freshman and I lost the people I came here with, so I’m kind of alone here as well…” he quickly explains, eyes big and honest, “you just looked like you could use some company,” he explains, making an endeared smile flash over your features.
Shaking your head at his tangent, you wave him off with your hand. “Don’t worry, I got it,” you laugh, “and the same as you, actually. I came here with my friends, but they disappeared somewhere, so I just sat here and figured they’ll find me eventually.”
“Great minds think alike,” the boy laughs, holding up his glass before taking another sip, “well, until that happens, I guess we can hang out, can’t we? My name’s Chan.”
“Y/N,” you introduce yourself, “it’s nice meeting you, Chan.”
The two of you talk about everything and anything: where he comes from, where you come from, which dorm building you’re staying at, which dorm building he’s staying at, your major  (literature) and his major (dance), your friends and his friends– and with the increasing amount of information you get out of him, the pull of gravity sends you more and more towards the boy. Chan is charming, talkative and fun. You find yourself attracted to him each time he cracks a joke or teases you about your choice of your favorite movie (‘This is the first time I’ve heard anyone say The gods must be crazy is their favorite movie!’), and that’s exactly why you don’t find it in you to say no when he asks if he could buy you a drink.
One drink turns into two– three, four, eventually even five– and you progressively start to forget all about your lost friends as you ask Chan to show you what being a dance major is all about and invite him to the dancefloor, swinging your hips back and forth to the rhythm.
You don’t know if they teach this type of choreography in dance school, but as the songs change from more upbeat to less energetic and more sensual, you find yourself a little too enchanted with the way Chan’s features soften under the neon pinks and purples, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck and stepping closer to him. His arm ends up on your lower back– dangerously close to your bottom, which you aren’t that opposed to anyway– and when his nose brushes against the shell of your ear in the middle of one of the songs to talk to you, you can’t help but press yourself against him closer. 
“You’re kind of good at this, for a literature major,” he hums, his voice making shivers run down your spine.
And sure, it could’ve been just the alcohol levels in your blood that made you so dangerously close to him, but as you study his features– although a little hazily, but still fully taking in the sharp angles of his jaw and the sparkles in his eyes– you don’t have it in you to pull away when the boy leans in and kisses you, lips enchanting you the same way his moves have.
His kiss is heated and sensual, the one that makes your knees buckle and your mind go on overdrive, creating all sorts of fantasies in your delirious brain, and you must admit you don’t mind it when his hands slip further down to grope your butt, the two of you still lazily moving to the rhythm of the song in the background. The sound is coming in a little muffled to your ears as you let yourself fully indulge in the moment– it’s not every day you make out with an extremely attractive guy in the club– before your oxygen runs out and you have to pull away from him, instead studying Chan’s swollen lips from up close. They are inviting you for more, especially as his eyes open and look at you all blown-out and hazy, but you figure that he can wait. You have to catch your breath first and get yourself together– if you don't want to come completely undone in the middle of the crowded dance floor, that is.
You could honestly stare into his face forever, if you wanted to– except, you don’t have the chance as a loud voice from behind you calls: “Y/N! There you are!”
Annoyed thoughts fill your brain the very second you hear Minjeong from behind your back– where were they for the last hour? Of course they had to find you when the night was finally getting good– but you turn towards her nonetheless, showing her an innocent smile. You notice the girl is accompanied by the rest of your girl clover, alongside a tall guy that shows your companion a mischievous grin. “So I see you and Chan have already met and we don’t have to introduce you to each other anymore,” he says.
The sentence has you nervously clear your throat and take a step away from Chan. The boy ironically heaves out a: “Mingyu! How nice to see you again, after an hour.”
“Don’t pretend you weren’t having fun.”
Feeling the atmosphere grow awkward, you quickly look at your friends, smiling tightly to try and save the situation (while also acting as if you didn’t just finish making out with their friend’s friend). “Where did you all go anyway?”
“Oh, we met Seungkwan and Vernon, so we decided to sit together, and then Chae came with Mingyu after some time, and that’s when we realized we were each missing a person… so here we are,” Minjeong clarifies, having you nod.
In conclusion, this is the story of how you met Lee Chan. What was supposed to be a one-night thing at a club for you, never really expecting to see the boy ever again (except from accidental meetings on the campus that could very well be played off as neither of you remembering), turned into a whole another situation as the two of you now shared a surprisingly tightly-knit friend group.
You never spoke about the kiss again. Or much at all, really.
Kind of disappointed with the fact, but still kind of okay with the situation, you found yourself falling into rhythm with the newly found world at university. You’d gotten used to the all-nighters, the weird partying in the middle of the week on a school night, to the hookup culture you’ve never really found yourself fitting in with, and with the life that comes to you when living in a dormitory. All of these somehow had the presence of Lee Chan included, though, as you learned on another Wednesday night (those are the designated bar runs when you’re friends with Chwe Vernon and Boo Seungkwan– since their Thursdays are free and they can get as drunk as they want without fearing being hungover in class), much to your surprise, you and the charismatic boy have the same clubbing tendencies.
That being: drinking a little too much at times and getting a little too touchy when doing so.
It doesn’t help that the both of you were light-weights– or at least that’s what you’ve been told. 
You two don’t talk to each other much before getting a few drinks in, since you’re a little shy when it comes to the charming, but endearing boy. What his reasoning for the seeming lack of interest in you when sober is, you’re not really sure– but as the night usually goes, you bet with Vernon on who can drink more tequila shots before their gag reflex hits, and sooner or later, you find yourself drunk at the bar. 
Once your otherwise stoic friend feels that it’s too much for him to handle and trails to the toilets (accompanied by a sulking Sungkwan complaining that ‘He always does this, ruining the night for everyone!’), you allow yourself to get back to the dance floor. Sounds like a good idea in theory, but is a bad idea in practice– somewhere along the way, you start to feel too dizzy in the heat of the crowd, the lightheadedness making you feel sick. Your figure is quickly dragged outside by a person you didn’t notice has been keeping their eyes on you, and only when you finally slip to the floor and sit on the pavement in front of the crowded bar, you recognise the guardian angel staring down at you with hazy eyes
“You looked like you were going to faint over there,” Chan hums, a perky expression playing with his face. There’s a boyish grin spread over his lips as he stares at your disheveled composure, the two of you coming into a weird sense of déja vu you’re convinced only a few shots of tequila can bring you into on a Wednesday night.
“Oh, I was going to,” you nod, watching as the boy settles next to you on the ground. The place around you is buzzing in true college fashion– people smoking, drinking off-the-counter alcohol straight from the bottle they got at the corner shop down the street because it’s cheaper than the shots in the club, people meeting and talking about their majors and where they’re from, making new connections.
“Thank god I was there to rescue you, then,” Chan chuckles, shoving you with his elbow.
“Yeah, my guardian angel,” you hum dreamily, giggling at the ridiculousness of your comment. 
“Saw Vernon running off with Seungkwan tailing him,” he nods, “now that’s not a guardian angel.”
“That’s a guardian devil for sure,” you hum, pursing your lips. “Wouldn’t want to have Seungkwan as my caretaker. He complains too much.”
“They argue like a married couple,” Chan snickers. 
“It’s the curse of being roommates. After a certain amount of time, you start to view each other like you’re married,” you hum, nodding to yourself.
“Do you consider Minjeong to be your wife?”
“No,” you sigh, shrugging, “she’s too immature to be my wife. I think of her more like my child, actually.”
“Well, looking at you right now, you don’t seem to be the more mature one out of the duo,” he pokes a finger to your side, making you jolt away at the contact. Furrowing your brows at him, clearly a little offended, you huff at him.
“The roles change when I drink. That’s how marriage works,” you say, closing your eyes and pressing your lips together, nodding, fully pleased with yourself.
Chan laughs at you. “I thought you said she was more like your child?”
“Then stop thinking, Chan.”
“You were the one who said it!” he points out, shaking his head in disbelief. You’re not sure to what extent you can blame this on the effect of alcohol– what can you say. Sometimes you get too tied up in your own lies.
“Oh,” you snicker, “right.”
“Dummy,” he teases, flicking the side of your thigh, making your blood boil with frustration.
“Who are you calling dummy?” you argue, having a perfect comeback to snap back at the boy. “Weren’t you the one coming to the wrong class for 2 weeks?”
Chan’s whole composure crumbles, a serious look tinted with hints of shame overtaking his previously grinning face. “Who told you that?”
“Not relevant,” you shrug. You find that it’s the best to keep the identity of the mole confidential. (It was Mingyu.)
“Was it Seungkwan?”
“No.”
“So it was.”
Sometimes you wonder just how clueless Lee Chan really is. Although you don’t think he’s slow, you must admit that he does have his moments that keep you wondering just how he can operate in the world without being used or manipulated on a daily basis. Is anyone keeping an eye on him? What if he accidentally joins a cult one day?
“Well, whoever told me wasn’t the one going to a completely different class for 2 weeks straight, so–”
“Look, it’s not my fault they make the schedule so difficult to read! The classes were overlapping on the thing, and I didn’t know which one applied to me, so I just assumed I could choose,” this has you laughing out loud at the boy, “and so I just chose one. I didn’t know those were electives. I didn’t even sign up for any electives! Can you believe that? We are supposed to have electives?” 
He looks so endearing as he speaks, laughing to himself and gesturing with his arms. There’s a sense of fondness pooling in your stomach as you reach over and plant a soft, quick peck to his lips. The male seems to be caught off-guard as he stops in his tracks, not a single word coming out of his lips after your action– and truth be told, although you’re kind of glad for the silence, the thought of scaring him away makes you a little anxious. When you look at him from the side, though, the boy is grinning.
Scattering to your feet, you wobbly waddle back into the humid building. You don’t think either of you could continue on with the conversation after your actions, and so you figure the best way to go around this is to leave. “Well, I’ll see you on the dance floor, Channie.”
The third time you manage to lock your lips with his is no different. It’s January now, though, and Seungkwan decided to host his birthday in one of the houses you can rent on the beach. It isn't as fun as it would've been in summer and you could go for a swim, but let’s be realistic– you'd never say no to a good birthday celebration. 
There’s havoc erupting all around you as your friend group sings the birthday song to Seungkwan. You all had something to drink prior to the cake ceremony, since some of you came sooner than the others and you figured that you have to wait for everyone with the cake, and so the singing now resembles a mating call of five dolphins more than the casual, harmonic birthday song. 
Seungkwan is sitting at the table, the rest of you gathered around him– some with glasses in their hands, some recording the commotion with their phones– and when the song is over and the birthday boy made his wish, he blows out the candles on the cake. Clapping resonates through the little kitchen, everyone ready for the cake, when Chan pushes the older one’s face straight into the icing.
It only takes Seungkwan half a second before he starts chasing the little devil around the beach house. The younger one is laughing at his own antics– which you must admit, although a little childish, you find to be quite endearing– and the older one curses at him with the most colorful vocabulary you’ve ever heard him say out loud. Not even Lee Chan’s own mother has ever scolded him in a way Boo Seungkwan is able to.
“Do you think Seungkwan would mind if I start cutting the cake without him?” Minjeong asks as she gets out a large knife– she looks a little threatening, you must say– which has you shrugging.
“I think he’s preoccupied right now,” you say.
“Yeah, but I’ve waited for this cake for over two hours,” she grunts, “so if he doesn’t want to cut it, I’ll do it for him,” she shrugs to herself and proceeds with her intentions.
Minjeong cuts straight through the face imprint of Boo Seungkwan in his own cake, slicing the red velvet into equal parts to put on the paper plates Vernon found somewhere in the back cupboards of the kitchen. “Do you want some?”
“In a minute,” you laugh, shaking your head at your roommate, “I’ll go get them before they kill each other. I think the cake is enough to make truce fall over this war.”
“Stay safe out there,” Chaeryeong hums, nodding as she takes a paper plate and puts a chunky slice of the cake on, taking a fork into her hand and tasting the icing. “It’s surprisingly good even with Seungkwan’s skin cells in it.”
Minjeong slaps the other girl’s back, gritting her teeth. “Of course it’s good! I baked that shit for 2 hours and Y/N wouldn’t help, because she didn’t want to ruin it–”
(You just didn’t feel like baking. You don’t want to have another fight with your roommate about it, though, and that’s another excuse to leave the kitchen and go find Chan with his murderer.) 
Peering your eyes around the whole beach house, you fail to find Seungkwan anywhere. Assuming you two accidentally missed each other and he’s back reunited with his cake, your legs automatically lead you on the patio, where you find Chan resting against the railway. He is wearing a leather jacket, his hair now a little longer than when you first met him in September, and when the noise of the back door opening lands into his ears, he makes a turn and watches you cross the space between you, all while eyeing your naked legs. 
You contemplated if wearing a mini skirt in the middle of January was a good idea, but the satisfaction running through your veins at his hungry, yet collected eyes make it all worth it.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asks. You shake your head in answer, but he pays it no attention as he takes off his jacket and puts it around your shoulders, the smell of his cologne filling your nose like a blissful drug. You’ve always liked attention, but when it comes to Lee Chan, you are twice as satisfied when he pays you just a mere glance.
“Not anymore,” you hum, smiling to yourself. “Seungkwan gave up on murdering you?”
“I think it was more of a health concern for him. He was breathing so heavily after a few minutes of running that I thought he was going to suffocate,” Chan snickers, making you laugh.
“I’d sleep with one eye open tonight anyway,” you peep, “just in case.”
“Oh, definitely,” he nods, grinning. “I won’t even take any drinks from him in case he poisons them. Better be safe than sorry.”
He takes out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, lights up one for himself and offers you one as well. Even though you always promise yourself you’re quitting and that smoking is a bad habit you should overcome, you eagerly nod and watch him with half-lidded eyes as he lights it for you, one hand close to your face shielding the lighter from the chilly breeze, just like every time. You haven't had that much to drink yet, but the effect of nicotine always makes your head spin when the smoke fills your lungs. Truth be said, though, you are afraid that the proximity of your friend doesn’t help much with the weakness of your knees either.
“Come inside, you’re gonna catch a cold,” he mumbles when the both of you are done smoking, hands gripping the sides of his open jacket on your body, tugging you towards him just the slightest amount. 
Like another bad habit the both of you have to break, he seems to pause for a second, as if questioning himself one more time before he goes for it and places a short peck to your lips, leading you to the beach house again, now flushed and internally squealing.
The fourth time, it happens on his own birthday party. 
It’s too late in the semester for any of you to experience a big party, the exam season being just around the corner. You still managed to gather and celebrate nonetheless– the boys letting you into their dorm building, your little friend group fitting inside of the communal kitchen on the end of the hall. People passing by look at you with half concerned, half annoyed faces at the commotion– which is understandable, nobody wants ruckus just down the hall when they’re supposed to be working on the last-minute assignments– but you don’t mind it much, telling yourself it’s not your problem in the first place and you’re allowed to have a bit of fun once in a while, as long as you’re not the one being wronged in the moment. 
A bottle of champagne is taken out of the fridge by the hands of the birthday boy, the commotion around you happily cheering and clapping (only Chaeryeong hides away from the pointed tip of the bottle, knowing all too well that Chan is not to be trusted with things that can explode), and while Mingyu encourages the boy to pop the champagne open out of the window, you all realize that the action is indeed, not possible.
“Don’t tell me you got the one with the lid that screws on!” Seungkwan turns around to scream into Vernon’s face, having the poor man shrug to himself.
“You can’t really tell in the store when the seal is on–”
“Then you should’ve double checked–” the nagging would go on further if it wasn’t for the last bits of common sense from the birthday boy himself (that Seungkwan would protect with everything in him, making sure their youngest has the best birthday ever, but would never admit to it outloud), as he just unscrews the lid and flicks it out of the opened window instead, earning himself a couple of cheers and claps from the rest of the group. 
The bottle gets passed around the circle, each of you chugging the sparkly alcohol straight from it– because pouring the drinks would take too much effort, and also, there weren't even enough glasses for everyone to pour the beverage into anyway.
The tallest one out of the gathering takes a cake out of the overstuffed fridge, lighting a singular candle in the middle and holding it up in front of the birthday boy’s face. There are sparkles in Chan’s eyes despite the poor condition of the cake– it’s one of those you get discounted in the dollar store, one of those that don’t even have candles on them and you have to get them yourself (which is exactly why Chan’s cake only has a singular, yellow candle in the middle)– and you find yourself admiring the sheer joy and appreciation in his orbs with fondness in your heart. 
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you–”
“Happy birthday, dear Channie!” Seungkwan’s vocal abilities shine through in the heartfelt song, the dramaticness of your whole group never denying itself as all of them make sure to sing to Chan with as much theatrical over-exaggeration as they can. Chan watches the flame with an inkling in his eye you can’t quite place. He looks adorable, you think.
You watch from behind as he blows out the candle. Something inside of you beams at the sight of your friend growing older– the fact that you’re here, celebrating with him moving something in you. You don’t often like it when people get older, but you think birthday celebrations make the sentiment worth it. In a moment of particular fondness, you hug the boy from the back– where you’ve been standing, considering the crammed nature of the kitchen– and whisper a giddy ‘Happy birthday!’ into his ear. 
The male turns his head to you, a grin settling on his lips as he scans your face from up close. He looks at you with a look that you can’t really read, but makes you all warm from the inside. It’s different to the way he usually looks at you, and you only decipher it when he quickly leans towards your face and presses a peck to your lips. Only then it starts to all make sense.
He does it in front of everybody, the rest of your friends whistling at the action. Your heart leaps a little as you wrestle Chan off with a laugh, trying hard to keep the unseriousness of it all. If you can keep lying to your friends about the way you feel towards the male, maybe you’ll even manage to convince yourself. 
The cake is taken away from his grasp and placed onto the table, ready to be served. You keep a calculated distance away from him, but that still doesn’t keep you from watching the boy from afar. There’s a certain haziness in his eyes when you stare at him from across the room and an aftertaste of vodka on your tongue when you lick it off your lips.
The fifth time, it happens when you gather to celebrate passing your exams. 
College kids have only one way of celebrating the joys of life (as well as only one way of dealing with sorrows), and that is– you guessed it– alcohol. The whole friend group gathered in the common kitchen of the boy’s dormitories again, soju bottles ringing against each other as you cheered and drowned in the taste of the liquor. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t watching Chan the whole time, the endearing twinkles in his eyes making you foolishly drink more and more, a weird desire in you just begging to be drowned out, since you couldn’t do anything about it.
Once the night was over and the bottles were all emptied, the boys decided to walk you back to your dorm building.
“Gyu, it’s literally a 10 minute walk across the campus. What could possibly happen on the way there?” Minjeong laughed, but the commotion followed you outside nonetheless.
“It’s dark outside!” Mingyu insisted. “You never know what could happen. I don’t want the responsibility of your dead bodies on my hands.”
“Chaeryeong is feral enough to fight off any creeps alone, you don’t have to worry about us,” Minjeong joked, but the boys followed you outside nonetheless, grabbing their coats and escaping the warmth of their dorms.
You find yourself trailing behind the group, the essence of soju lulling you to a peaceful slumber that you perform despite still being on the go, your brain coated with the incoherent buzz. Lee Chan finds his stance next to you, cautiously watching over your step as you shuffle across the sidewalk, a gentle voice coaxing you awake.
“Got any plans for the winter break?” he asks.
“Probably just going to stay home with my parents for a bit,” you muse, shrugging. “Have lots of naps… I need to recharge. This semester was too hectic.”
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me that,” Chan admits, chuckling at your shared despair. 
Kicking the pebbles under your feet, you watch as the male indulges in a little game of football with you, passing the chosen rock back to you each time you kick it too far. The air is crisp and you sniffle a little from the cold every once in a while, but every time you catch the playful twinkle in Chan’s eyes when the pebble hits the side of your shoe again, you feel a bit of warmth engulfing you from the inside.
“I think this whole thing would be far less enjoyable if it wasn’t for you guys,” Chan admits, licking his lips. He’s right– it’s always better to have someone to rely on in university. You can’t imagine going to school and not having a familiar face to fall back to any time you feel lonely. It’s easier when you know all the insider tips from your older upperclassmen friends– when you have a default friend group you fit into without actually attempting to make any new friends yourself. Suddenly, you’re awfully thankful for everyone.
“Yeah. Although they did turn me into an alcoholic, it seems,” you chuckle, earning yourself an amused giggle coming from Chan.
“Oh, for sure,” he nods, scratching the back of his neck. “We have to tune it down next semester. Wouldn’t wanna end up in AA instead of graduating.”
“Now, that’s a long way from here,” you say, shaking your head in amusement.
“You never know before it’s too late, to be fair.”
You don’t realize it back then, but Chan is always somehow there when you take it too far, taking note of your drunken needs and providing you safety from creeps in the club. Lee Chan holds your hair back when you throw up, your stomach too weak on certain nights. He is there when you want to dance and also when you want to cool down. He’s your drinking buddy, sure, but the reality is greater than that– he always wants you to have fun and be as comfortable as you can be. If he can do anything to ensure that, he’s going to do it.
That applies to your sober adventures as well, although he’s more reserved when he has nothing to blame for his obviously smitten actions. Cranking his neck to look at you better, Chan decides to get rid of anything to blame next time. 
Maybe he has to try harder.
Just tonight, for the last time, Chan kisses you with an excuse of alcohol to fall back on in front of your dorm building when nobody is watching, paying his goodbyes to you. He kisses you almost tenderly, making your knees buckle and the lightness in your stomach cry out with full measures.
“I’ll miss you, Y/L/N.”
You don't see Chan for a while after. You spend the rest of the winter break you have after completing your exams at home, relaxing with your parents. They are right when they say that the holidays should be spent with your family– no matter how much you love the friends you made in university.
Coming back to school after the few weeks of break brought a sudden change to your and Chan’s dynamic, though. While you must admit that you’ve grown strangely closer over the months, talking more even sober and naturally gravitating towards each other when sitting in booths at McDonald’s or falling into casual conversation at the back of the group when walking to places with everyone, you find that Chan puts more effort into being friends with you now.
He texts you randomly through-out the day, asking you how you are and what you’re up to. He sends you pictures of Seungkwan when he’s sleeping in the lectures, and you even find yourself laughing at the Instagram reels he randomly shoots your way in the middle of the night sometimes. He doesn’t drink much even when all of you end up going to the nearby bar again on a Tuesday evening, and you find yourself following his pattern, knowing that even if you gave in to the alcohol, the tipsy state wouldn’t be as fun if you didn’t have anyone to share the same energy with. 
Because while you do enjoy drinking, the truth is, it’s not as fun without your drinking buddy. Half the fun of drinking is having fun with the people you share the moment with, and, well, it wouldn’t feel right to drink with the others being sober. You owe your friends that much.
Lee Chan puts effort into being friends with you more, and you don’t know if you like it. 
Because even though before, you weren’t as close as you might be now, the adrenaline of what could be and what even is between the two of you any time you’re under the influence was exciting you, keeping you on your toes, making you feel desired and liked. Now, he’s relaxed– no more than an arm around your shoulder when his hand gets tired in the booth of the bar. The casualty of it all gets you worried.
So when the time comes and the two of you finally hang out one on one today, getting boba and then finding comfort in the April sunlight provided by the park across from your dorms, you find yourself questioning the nature of this hangout. And you think you’re not wrong for that, of course– everyone with working two eyes must admit that Lee Chan has been sending you mixed signals so far.
Hearing the question “Can I kiss you?” from his mouth, his cheeks dusted pink and eyes big in anticipation, was even more surprising to your ears, and you might understand it better now– the history you have with the boy suggests that there’s no need in asking, but also, the intentions are more than unclear at the moment. He’s not drunk– not even tipsy– why is this happening, then?
“I mean, we don’t have to, of course, I– I just–” he stutters, eyes aimlessly breaking eye contact with yours to stare anywhere but at your lips right now, nerves clearly written all over his face and in the stance he’s taking, a few steps below you on the stairway to the dormitory. Snickering at his hesitance, you sigh to yourself.
“This is the first time you asked,” you mumble a little jokingly, and when the boy’s eyes finally meet yours again, he seems a little embarrassed from the way his ears are burning red and he chews on the inside of his cheek. 
The tone of his voice is kind of defeated, a little shy, even, when he speaks up again. “Well, yeah,” he shrugs, “so I finally wanted to do it right. And sober, no matter how fucking wrong and weird that sounds.”
Breaking into a soft laughter at his comment– because truthfully, to a stranger’s ear, that might sound a little alarming– you roll your eyes at the boy and lean down to be at his level, palms of your hands meeting with his cheeks as he watches you with curious eyes, the sparkle in them filling you to the brim with endearance. Your lips meet with his in a gentle, soft, yet yearning-filled kiss, having your eyes fluttering close and the pads of your thumbs softly stroking over the skin of his cheekbones. 
The kiss is no different to the ones you’ve shared before– well, except there’s no loud music in the background, no smell of trash cans behind the bar or the smoke of an earlier-smoked cigarette in the air, and most importantly, no taste of alcohol on either of your lips– but still, it feels a little different. Sure, it has your knees week and your stomach feeling fuzzy, it does make you feel like you’re drunker than you were, which now, sober, you realize it just the effect Lee Chan has on you alone, but there’s a little more care, thought and intention to the kiss now, and it hits you with full force when you pull away from him and feel his hands glazing the skin of your waist in a hesitant hug.
“So that means this was a date then, right?” you ask.
“Well, you didn’t really seem to care about that all the times we've kissed before–” he jokes, earning himself a swat to his shoulder.
Now he’s bold.
“Okay, sure, if it helps you sleep at night. I’ll even take you out on another one, if you want.”
Turns out that alcohol was the variable in your relationship that only brought you two courage– the desire to kiss his lips off has always been there, you just never acted on it sober. And while you’re not so sure you’re gonna tell the story of how you two met in detail to your kids one day, you’re glad for the kick the rum and coke gave you on the day of your orientation, because who knows. Maybe you wouldn’t be here without the weird coincidence.
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wqnwoos · 3 months
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cw — f!reader
“chan, my love,” you attempt for what must be the third time — “you know these things are rigged, right?”
it’s like he barely hears you, hand fixated on the lever, eyes narrowed in concentration, zeroed in with, frankly, terrifying intensity on the stuffed dinosaur that sits inside the claw machine.
you’d really, truly, only meant it as a passing comment! the two of you were just walking past the games on your way to the hot dog stand, and the little green dinosaur had caught your eye. “look! a dino, like you!” — you’d nudged him lightly, the briefest of laughs — “it’s so cute!”
you’re not sure how, but your boyfriend took that as a challenge.
which is how you wind up in your current position: watching him let out another stream of curses when the dinosaur, unsurprisingly, falls from the claw for the fifth time.
“chan.” you try again, but he glances at you with a fleeting, dazzling smile —
“just a sec, baby,” he assures, a steeling determination in his tone. “i swear i’ve got it this time. i’m good at these.”
“they’re rigged, baby,” you repeat, feeling like a stuck record, but giving in all the same. “nobody’s good at these.”
but less than half a minute later, you’re eating your words. somehow, he’s managed to drop the dinosaur straight down the shoot, fuelled by mumbled swears and intense lever use, maybe — but he’s done it.
“for my lady,” he declares magnificently, turning to present it to you with an overdramatic flourish and bow. you don’t quite match his elegance, grabbing the dinosaur to your chest with a delighted sound.
“i love him,” you announce, completely disregarding the baffled looks the two of you are getting from the throng of younger children to your side. “this is my new best friend.”
chan stops for a second, his brows raising; “hold on — ”
“do not tell me you’re jealous of a plushie.” you turn towards him, half-questioning, half-amused.
“listen,” he attempts, “i just mean that — i’m probably better at cuddling, you know. that thing can’t move its arms.”
“chan!” you splutter, laughing at the faux glare he shoots the tiny animal. “you’re kidding.”
his eyes flick to yours, his brows flick upwards. “am i?”
you roll your eyes, and assure him. “you’re not being replaced.” and for good measure, you drop a sweet kiss on his cheek, smiling when his ear go ever so slightly red.
(“it’s like a reward,” he quotes, brushing his fingers over where your lips have touched — that’s when you know it’s time to cut off his tiktok addiction.)
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an / that last part is just me being silly. sorryyy this is so short and not very good i’m doing a little bit insane i have SO MANT family members staying at my house (currently sleeping on a sofa bed in my parents’ room. u can imagine how that’s going.)
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fairyhaos · 10 months
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✰ seventeen as boyfriends: chan edition
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event taglist: @rubywonu @cinnamoroxie @belladaises @wheeboo @minhui896 @slytherinshua @kokoiinuts @jun-of-love @dandycharmer @sweet-like-caramel @hannyoontify @doesthismeannothingtoyou @fashionminghao @icysungho @butiluvu
pairing: dino x gn!reader
genre: fluff, headcanon, mini scenario
word count: 540
warnings: none
notes: chan edn. for the 500 event! i can't believe the event has already ended, and thank you everyone for loving my works and allowing me to reach this milestone 💗
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very sweet, very loving.
loves taking care of you, even if you’re a Strong, Independent person, because he thinks you deserve to be spoiled and pampered and paid attention to every single second
also is just… so good at shutting down your irrational insecurities
lets you rant to him about anything. sometimes he’ll just hold you afterwards and lets you cry, but when you want advice then he’ll do his best to be perfectly honest with you.
wants you to be absolutely comfortable around him, letting you know he’s always, always going to be here for you
also!! soso childish omg it’s so cute
the amount of times you’ve have engaged in pillow fights, tickle fights, snowball fights, anything-fights? innumerable. uncountable.
but what can he say? you bring out the life and love in him.
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Chan can hear his voice coming from your phone speakers, and it makes him laugh.
You’re watching one of the old Going Seventeen episodes, he thinks, as he looks over at you on the couch and listens to his voice talking about nose oil and handkerchiefs. You’re grinning at your phone, eyes all soft and warm in the way they get when you’re looking at him, and it makes him smile.
“I’m right here, you know. You don’t have to watch me through your phone screen.”
You look up at him, smiling, before looking down at the screen. “Nah. This Chan does magic tricks. He’s way cooler.”
“Hey!” He doesn’t know why he feels so indignant, but he will not stand being second best to anyone. Even to himself. “I can do magic tricks too.”
“Really?”
Your bemused tone makes him straighten, and he shuffles closer to you on the sofa, determined to prove himself. “Yeah, really. Look. Can that Chan do… this?”
He puts his hand behind your ear and pretends to find something there, gasping exaggeratedly and pulling his hand back to show the finger heart. You blink, before slapping his hand away, laughing.
“Anyone could do that, babe.”
He’s smiling too, because he knows he’s being ridiculous, but it’s making you laugh and he loves that. “Okay, okay. I’ll show you a proper one this time.”
You hum sceptically. “If it’s bad then I’m going back to watching the Chan on my phone.”
“No, this one’s great.” Chan adjusts himself so he’s properly facing you, grinning. “I’m going to hold the entire world in my hands!”
He then goes through a whole routine of complicated hand movements, twisting them around and wiggling his fingers and stretching his arms. Your eyes follow all of his movements, before laughing and pushing at his chest.
“How long’s this going to take?” you ask, and Chan just beams.
“Patience, darling. It’s heavy, holding the whole world.” But then he stretches his hands and leans forward, and his nose is millimeters from yours, hands gentle as they cup your face delicately, and time seems to stop.
“Look at that,” he says, softly. “My whole world is in my hands.”
You pause, heart thumping. “Gross.”
That makes him laugh, pulling away. “Come on, it’s great.”
“Nah. It’s terrible,” you say, but you’re smiling. “Hey, where are you going? Do it again.”
And, well, who is he to refuse?
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the-boy-meets-evil · 4 months
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take my hands (we can fall together) | lee chan | master list
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summary: chan's known you for years and he knows you're friends, but you've always felt just a little bit out of reach. like you see him as someone your brother brought into the friend group when you were kids. he's fine with that. still, it's hard to watch you settle for relationships where you're never the priority. when the weather starts cooling off, chan figures your favorite season is the time to show you that you deserve better. even if it's not him. pairing: brother's best friend!chan x f.reader genre: friends to ??, pining, slow burn | fluff, some angst, smut rating: explicit (not til part 3) warnings: explicit smut, unhealthy relationships (background character), mentions of food, mentions of drinking, see parts for more detailed warnings word count: ~23.5k
note: this kinda got away from me, but this is a 3 part fic of @svthub's fall collab (read the rest of the amazing fics here). so i'm putting together a masterlist. thanks as always to my bby indi @classicscreations for an amazing banner! see below the cut for a teaser 💕 part one 6.6k part two 7.7k part three 9.2k status: complete
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Fall has never been Chan’s favorite season. The weather cools down, but it’s in this weird in-between. One day, it’s cold enough for heavy jackets, and the next it’s almost warm enough to wear shorts. It starts to get dark too early as the days get shorter, which makes it feel like there’s just less time in the day. Or, even worse, there are days when Chan leaves the apartment in the dark and returns in the dark. Everything feels like it’s dying with the leaves falling. It seems like it should be a season of thankfulness and friends and holidays, but it just ends up feeling like an ending in a bad way. He’s not cynical, he’s just not really sure he likes this time of year.
“I wish I had someone to do fall things with me,” you announce to nobody in particular. 
Okay, well maybe Chan needs to rethink this whole opinion on the season. Because here’s the other thing, he’s always been drawn to you. Sure, you’re his friend. It’s just, he’s always been closer to your brother, Jay. Always a little envious, too. You and Jay are friends as much as siblings, despite you being two years older. So much so that your friend group is somewhat merged. Chan knows that Jay has friends you don’t hang around and that the same goes for you. It’s still nice, though. Seeing the two you, he understands what it means to love family and also like them. 
Yet in all those years of friendship, Chan can still remember the moment when he started seeing you differently. You’d called Jay late one night, no text or anything, and Jay picked up right away because it was so unlike you. It was your first real breakup, a guy you met and started dating in college, the only time you and Jay had been really separated. Even if the separation was only a two hour drive. You were so devastated that Jay switched to a video call and convinced you to come home for the weekend. All Chan can remember is how much he wanted to protect you from ever feeling that way again. He knew you didn’t deserve the way that guy made you feel. Then, the new school year came around, and he and Jay were on campus with you. The draw has only gotten stronger since then.
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scoupsoup · 13 days
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"Have I known you 20 seconds, or 20 years"
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In which the bridesmaid falls in love with the best man at her best friend's wedding.
Member~ Lee Chan x reader
Warnings~ slight cursing,love at first sight,both reader and chan are hopeless romantics, fast paced relationship. Very cliche lol
Word count~ 9.6k
YOU always enjoyed weddings, especially the part with the vows. Watching two people in love celebrate their love and join their lives and families as one was something that brought you joy.
Your bestfriend, her fiance and you had met up on a few occassions to get to know eachother. Sometimes he would bring his friends too, secretly in hopes to set you up together but it ended up with both you being friends. He had 12 close friends so your bestfriend was secretly hoping for you to fall in love with one of them. But sadly you hadn't met the one till now.
You were done getting ready so you decided to spend the remaining time sitting by your bestfriend as she got ready for her big day, in case she needs help.
"You look so pretty today, if seokmin doesn't shed a tear when he sees you, he ain't the man" You joke slightly making her giggle. "He will surely cry, maybe more than I will" Seeing her happy made you smile.
"Well let me know if you need anything"
You were more than glad to be there with her instead of greeting and socializing with the people outside as you barely knew anyone but as she had forced you out the room saying her mom was there to help her and instead you should socialize and meet new people because in her exact words 'maybe you will find your man in the crowd' whatever that meant.
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You straightened out your dress once more before walking out where the tables were set up. Your bestfriend loved the ocean and wanted a beach wedding so you decided to take a drink and go enjoy the view of the jeju beaches. As you reached closer to the shore, you took off your heels and set them aside as you walked a little bit closer to the water until the cool waves hit your feet.
You sipped quietly on your iced apple juice as it was too early to drink for you. The sound of the ocean waves and the chattering of the people had gotten distant as you were lost in your head.
It wasn't soon when you were startled by the presence of someone walking right beside you, you looked to your side and met eyes with one of the most gorgeous men you've seen. "Hi, I'm chan, it's nice to meet you" he smiled.
His attire was perfectly fitting to his body and it seemed as if he shined brighter than the rose in the front pocket of his well tailored suit jacket.
You introduced yourself, returning his smile hoping he wouldn't notice how flustered you were under his presence. "I am close friends with seokmin, and, the best man!" his eyes seemed to glisten while talking about his friend. At first you were against the idea of dating seokmin's friend but right now, that idea wasn't sounding that bad.
"It's nice to meet you" you extended your hands out for a friendly handshake but cursed at yourself mentally as you were making things awkward. As soon his hands touched yours, sparks flew. As cliche as it sounded, it didn't matter to you right now because you were experiencing one of the most cliche tropes in a romance book, Love at first sight.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" He asked.
"Do you ask that to every girl you see?creep" you joked slightly
"Well, no. It's not everyday that I go to my best friend's wedding and meet a pretty girl like you" he smiled slightly.
"Oh well im flattered you think I'm pretty when I'm sure every single female in here would love to have you for themselves"
"I dont care about the others, not when I have you here" he didn't even leave a second between your words as he answered quickly.
You didn't know him for long but his eyes told you his words were sincere. You were ready to risk everything and anything for him and no matter how stupid it was, you didn't care. You didn't cars as long as he was here with you. But you would never say that out loud.
"Why are you standing here all alone? Why don't you come over at our table, I'll introduce you to the others" his smile made him look more handsome. The way his eyes crinkled, you could stare at him all day. But that has to be put aside for now. He helped you wear your heels.
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You had already met seungkwan, vernon, seungcheol and jeonghan and were curious to meet the others and not to mention, you wanted to get to know chan better so you decided to take him up on the offer.
He hadn't left your hands after your handshake and carried you to the table, leading you with your hands. He walked you to a huge table where 11 guys were sitting and some of them with girls, you assumed to be their girlfriends.
He pulled out a chair for you and sat at the empty one right beside it. There was a girl sitting beside you who introduced herself as kwon soomin, soonyoung's wife. Everyone except seungkwan, vernon and Jun had wives or girlfriends- soon to be their wives. They all looked like a big happy family.
You introduced yourself to everyone, with a soft smile on your face. You were feeling slightly nervous with so many eyes on you and especially, his. You could feel his stare and how intense it was.
Gosh you were so pretty, he could get lost in your eyes. He wondered if you were as smitten for him as he was for you. He hoped that your heart was also beating as fast as his was.
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"Dino, I asked you to get me drink but it seems like you got a little distracted" seungcheol joked. "Ahh shit! I forgot. But it's not my fault, it's not like I meet someone like her everyday" you blushed at his words but you couldn't let others see that so you took a sip of the apple juice from earlier. All the ice had melted already and only a little was left in the glass.
Chan noticed. "Let me refill that for you, love" without waiting for a reply, he left taking your glass from your hands and leaving the table. Gosh that nickname had you weak in the knees.
"You've already gotten him all swooned for you, I can already see how your marriage is going to be like" soonyoung joked, causing some to giggle.
"How could you say that, we don't even know if she likes him or not" she slapped her husband in his arm playfully and turned to you, "do you?" She asked raising her eyebrows. "I..." You smiled slightly not knowing what to say but before she could say anything about it, dino had come back. He handed you your drink and sat down. "What are you guys talking about" he asked. "Oh just how You and her's marriage would look like" and once again the sound of giggles took over.
It had been some time, we chatted and got to know each other more as we played an impromptu never have I ever with our drinks as we waited for the bride to enter. As it was time to, we took our places at the altar. You were standing right by the bride and in front of the bestman of the wedding, dino.
The wedding was absolutely gorgeous and during the vows, you might have shed a little tears. Throughout all of it, the constant eye contact and knowing smiles between you and dino wouldn't fail to cause butterflies in both of your stomachs.
After the wedding, the couple had their first dance as we all stood apart. You walked over to the side as dino soon took the space by your side. "You looked so pretty up there, I didnt know you could get any prettier" you smiled at his words. "You surely know your way with flattery, don't you" you nudged him slightly by the shoulders . "I am just complementing my girl" "your girl?" "Aren't you?" "You haven't asked me yet and how are you so sure I'd say yes" "well, will you say no?" "You'll find out when you ask"
As the newly wedded couples finished their dance, it was now open for others to dance. A lot of couples went on the stage and danced hand in hand to the slow music. "Wanna dance?" "I am not that good at dancing-" "Just trust me, you do right?" He put his hands out, for you to take. You took it gladly with a smile, "I do"
He put his hands around your waist and you put yours on his shoulder. "You surprisingly do know how to dance" you nodded your head as a sign of showing how impressed you were. "I am full of surprises, just wait and see for yourself" he smirked. "Oh are you now?" You smiled.
"What?I can't hear you over the music" and with that said he pulled me closer, so close you could smell his cologne, from his neck. So close you could feel his breath on your face. So close you could feel the connection between each other and you know he did too. Your heart was beating fast, so fast you wondered if he could hear it, feel it.
"Do you wanna go somewhere..quiter" he said. "My feet are a bit tired of dancing, so yes" He took you by your hands to a secluded part of the beach away from the crowd and the music.
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"So.. How long are you gonna stay here after the wedding" he asked as his hands were still in mine as we sat down on some big rocks near the shore. "I am staying for another two days. You?" "Oh me too, the group and I have planned to roam around Jeju Island for the next two days" You wondered slightly how this seemingly abnormal coincidence happened in the first place and then it hit you how maybe all of this was planned.
your stay for another two days was done by your best friend who forced you to stay longer and explore jeju Island, saying how you won't get a chance like this again. As you did need a break, you agreed and it was her who booked everything for the two days, saying it was a treat for helping her with the wedding.
" You should join us, I'm sure the others won't mind" He suggested. "What about you" "what about me?" "Would you mind?"
"I'd be the happiest to have your company with us" he looked at you and smiled. "This may be too early but I want to say this". He paused as he turned completely towards you. You didn't realise how close you were sitting until this moment.
"Will you go out with me? I want to ask you to be mine already but I'd prefer you get to know me first, I don't want this to be too soon for you" you smiled, "Too soon? I've already fallen for you, and what's the point of waiting when I already know what the answer is going to be? It's a yes"
He seemed surprised by your answer. "A yes to being mine or the date?" He asked. You smiled but this time instead of answering, you pulled him closer by his neck and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. You soon broke it off, not sure how he'd reciprocate it. But you got your answer as soon as you broke the contract of your sweet kiss, he pulled you closer, this time deepening the kiss and making it longer.
When you finally broke apart, you both were a smiling mess. You just stared at each other, eyes crinkled with huge smiles on your faces. "The way you make me the happiest person on earth, makes me never wanna let you go, and I promise I never will" He said. "As much as I wanna stay here with you, we should probably go back to the wedding, they might be wondering where we are" You said, getting up from the stone. "Oh yeah!" It was as if he finally realised where he was.
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You both walked hands in hands back to the table where everyone was sitting but now the bride and groom were sitting at the table too.
"Looks like someone had a little too much fun " maybe your messy hair and deep in love smiles must have given it away.
"Congratulations on your wedding!" you hugged both seokmin and your bestfriend. "Thank you", seokmin smiled, his smile was brighter than the sun could ever be. " but I can't help but wonder" seokmin said, "when's your wedding?" We both glanced at each other and giggled.
Looking at your intertwined hands and his face as he laughed and joked around with his brothers and now your good friends too, you couldn't help but wonder, 'have I known him 20 seconds, or 20 years"
How stupid is love at first sight. How stupid is falling in love with someone without even knowing who that someone is truly. If someone told Chan he would find love at his best friend's wedding, he'd laugh. If someone told you, youd find love at your best friend's wedding, you'd laugh at how dumb that sounded. How stupid were you to even think so, because when with him, even love at first sight felt real.
There he was, your lover.
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Note~ this is my first time posting on Tumblr lol, idk how this will turn out and honestly I just got this idea at a random 3 am. This is just proofread once so I hope there's not a lot of mistakes! Have a great time reading!<3
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horanghater · 4 months
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What Goes Up...
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Summary: Chan is interested in a new kink and you do your job: support him. 
▸ Pairing: Chan/Dino x F!reader
▸ Rating / Genre / AU:18+ / pwp, smut / established relationship If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age in the bio, you will be blocked upon interacting (liking/reblogging) with this post.
▸ Warnings: exhibitionism
▸ Word Count: 1,956
▸ A/N: Had fun doing this for K-Vanity’s Wanderlust Festival! Prompts used: log ride, established relationship, protagonist is a suspect. Fat thank you to @shuadotcom for beta and juicy kithes for @wonwussy, @wooahaeproductions, and @onlymingyus for the endless encouragement while I worked on this. @bitchlessdino and @idyllic-ghost come get ya’ll juice!
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“I think I wanna try exhibitionism?” Chan knows you love him, knows he can trust you with anything. 
“Ooh!” you gasp, lips quirking upward with intrigue as you study him on the other end of the couch. “Ok babe, let’s try it sometime.”
For all of his trust, Chan looks surprisingly relieved. “Really?”
“Of course! Just gotta figure out the ‘where’ and the ‘when’.” It’s the beginning of a bad idea.
The ‘where’ is the Amped Up Autumn event at the theme park a few highway exits away. An event that you are “absolutely banned” from, as delivered by ride attendant and fellow high school alumni Boo Seungkwan.
You’re not worried, though, and Chan isn’t either – he has no idea about your storied history of getting into trouble in some way or another at this event for the last several years. He also has no idea why you’ve got both a baseball cap and sunglasses on when it’s overcast, but “fashion” is an acceptable enough answer given that you’re not being suspicious otherwise.
Well, not suspicious at first. The two of you wait to enter the park and pick up maps (he can’t know you’re very familiar with it) without incident. It’s when you get to the petting zoo that he starts questioning things. 
You start small, pressing against Chan’s side as he feeds a pony. He welcomes your warmth as always, beaming at you before turning back to the activity. When you both reach the smaller barnyard animals, you make it a point to bend at the waist to pet a sheep, ass kissing his crotch. Chan subtly moves back and though you don’t turn around to watch, you’re sure that he’s sure it was just an accident. 
Amped Up Autumn is also home to peacocks, spoiled by and socialized with the endless droves of visitors to the park. When Chan nudges you excitedly as a muster of birds approaches, you make sure that there’s no misconstruing your actions.
“Shoot, I’m out of feed. Do you have any left?” You don’t wait for an answer, helping yourself to Chan’s supply. The paper feed bags are relatively shallow, but you make a show of digging in, forcing your hand roughly so he almost drops it. Chan catches it in time, right when you’ve pushed it near his groin. Your fingers spread and continue searching even though they’re so obviously at the bottom, rubbing greedily at his cock through his joggers. 
Chan stiffens at the sensation and you watch, delighted as his expression morphs from surprise to confusion to cautious understanding, lips parting and closing again as his eyebrows pinch together. When you’re sure he’s received the message, you retreat with a fistful of mixed grains, making a show of feeding the peacocks. To passerby, you’re just an overenthusiastic attendee, but to Chan, you’re a flashing neon light that says ‘trouble’.
It’s almost comically convenient that Chan’s never been on Sawyer’s Mill, the park’s log flume ride. Even if he had, you would have insisted that you board it today. Thankfully, it takes next to no convincing to get him to join you in line; the thought of just sitting down for a few minutes is appealing enough on its own. You waste no time cozying up to Chan again, pushing your chest into his almost wantonly when you pull him in for a hug while you wait. 
He knows you’re teasing by now, but lacks the willpower to stop it. You’re cute and you smell nice and it’s not like he can deny that your tits don’t feel good smushed up against him. The best he can manage is to nervously peek at the other attendees as you slowly snake through the line. You and Chan are one of many touchy couples here, so nobody seems to notice or, if they do, care. 
Chan thanks the universe that that’s the case when you stand just ahead of him, hand at your side perfectly level with the seat of his pants. Your pinky keeps rubbing at him through the fabric, coaxing a chub that he can only hide by moving closer to you so your form can shield him from prying eyes. 
Is this the longest line at the park or is Chan in purgatory? He’s not sure, but the way you keep prodding is making him desperate to get out of sight so he can just cum already and get back to what was supposed to be a very normal date. Clearly, that’s what you want too since you won’t leave him alone. 
“Excuse me, what are you doing?” 
You’re almost to the front of the line now and there’s a staffer on guard to make sure that nobody cuts at the last minute. His nametag reads “Seungkwan”. Seungkwan seems laser-focused on you and Chan so the question must be for you, but you just push up your glasses and turn around to scan the lane behind you. “Huh? Who?” 
Chan follows your gaze, but is met with park-goers just as confused as you seem to be. 
“You!” Seungkwan says, starting to point at you before quickly retracting his finger when his customer service training kicks in fully. He settles for vaguely gesturing at the two of you. “Would you mind taking off your glasses, please?” he asks curtly. 
“Next two!” 
Another attendant calls your party forward and you grab Chan’s hand to dart away and get into the car (...log?) that awaits you. Just as you leave Seungkwan’s line of sight, Chan spies him muttering something into a walkie talkie. 
The ride attendant at the cars is much less interested in you – which is good (?) Chan guesses. “Bags on the floor, hands in at all times, jiggle the safety for me,” they sigh, rehearsed and apathetic as they lower the safety bar onto your laps. You rattle the bar excitedly before squeezing Chan’s knee and the attendant finds this sufficient enough, sending you off with a flat, “Enjoy.” Just as the car jolts into motion, they add, “Oh yeah, hats off. Enjoy.”
For the first time all day, you remove your cap and toss it to the floor of the car, exhaling with relief. The car begins its slow, steep ascent and Chan has a lot of questions now. “Babe, is there something you’re not telling me?”
“What do you mean?” You place your hand back on his knee and start rubbing, batting your eyelashes behind your dark lenses. “Are you not having fun?”
Chan tries to shift in his seat, but the safety bar cements him in place. It’s chilly here, between the fall air and shallow water sloshing around you, but he’s a bit warm now. “No, I’m having fun! Just–” your hand creeps up further, skipping over the bar to land limply on his dick. He lets out a shaky breath. “Seems like you had a…plan? For today?”
“Hmm, maybe, maybe not.” Your shit-eating grin clarifies further (as if it’s even necessary at this point). 
“Are you sure about this?” 
You rest your palm on his crotch, flat and firm. “I am. Are you?”
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Tell me to stop.” It’s not a threat or an order, just a reminder of what you’ve agreed to in conversations past. Experimentation is on the table until somebody calls it off. 
Chan does nothing of the sort, instead whimpering and looking away as you continue to toy with him over his pants. You can’t hear him over the noise of the ride, but his refusal to look at you anymore provides plenty of satisfaction and confirmation that you should keep going. 
You finally reach the top of the mountain, creeping into a cave that serves as a pit stop before the big fall. The darkride section of Sawyer’s Mill has seen better days, but the animatronic mountain lion that slides from the corner and roars through the speakers is sudden enough to give most newcomers a scare. Chan would have dove to certain doom if not for the bar and your now blatant grip on his cock. It jumps, just a little, in your hand and you’re certain that it’s not from the fear. 
Chan slumps in his seat, rattled and frustrated. You don’t need to hear him to know; his cock is full and straining against the fabric. You lean over, breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “Is this enough exposure for you? Can you get off like this?”
He doesn’t answer, just throws his head back in defeat as you slide past the waistband of his joggers and grasp his dick through the slit of his boxers. 
“We’ve only got a minute or two, so I sure hope you can,” you singsong, pumping his cock hard and erratic, the way you know he likes it when he just wants to cross the finish line. Watching Chan like this, struggling against the safety bar to hump and screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget he’s coming undone publicly, has you soaked through your panties. If you thought you could get away with it, you’d find a way to sneak back in here after hours so Chan could fuck you next to the mountain lion. But alas, this is an occasion to just enjoy the delectable view and the warm precum that’s lubing up your hand as you yank Chan closer to the edge. 
Chan is so close; you can tell by the conspicuously audible groan he lets out and the way his heartbeat pounds through him and directly into your palm. He opens his mouth and his eyes roll back and he’s right there– 
And then you freeze. Chan whines and refocuses, only to immediately squint as the glaring yellow circle of a flashlight assaults his eyes. He tries to shield himself, arm extending over his face as the light finally moves. Then, he sees it. Another attendee, nametagged “Minghao”, is pointing the light on his tented pants and shaking his head vigorously as he frowns. He doesn’t say anything – he just continues to glower disapprovingly – and that only makes it worse as the beam follows the two of you shamefully through the last ten or so feet of the cave. 
Mortifyingly, you don’t flinch at being discovered. Instead, you get back to work and wave at Minghao with your free hand as if this were a routine predicament. Chan moans your name plaintively, but you just lean in again, this time making sure that your lips brush his ear when you speak. “What’s the matter, Chan? Gonna cum?”
You glide your palm down his shaft one last time and tug on the way back up, thumb pressing into the sensitive head. And that’s all it takes. The car sputters as it accelerates and you begin your rapid descent down the slide, water crashing into the car with a force only rivaled by his climax. Chan sees white and feels his stomach rise up to his chest, though he’s honestly not sure if that’s from the ride or your ministrations. 
It’s not until you jostle him that he even realizes you’ve reached the bottom and the ride is over. He stumbles from the car, dazed and silent. You’re both soaked through and Chan really hates the sensation of wet clothes on his skin, but the endorphins of afterglow overtake anything else he should be feeling right now. 
“Good thing we’re all wet or else someone might notice you had a really good time!” you joke as you lead him through the ride’s exit lane, waltzing along as if you hadn’t just jerked his soul straight from his dick only moments ago. 
Despite your nonchalance, Chan spies how quickly you put your cap back on and pull down the brim when you pass the exit gate and the attendee guarding it. As you pass by, Chan notices in his peripheral that it’s Seungkwan again. He doesn’t say a word, but Chan can feel the man’s eyeballs burning a hole in your retreating backs. Among the ambient park noise of Amped Up Autumn, he hears a voice through Seungkwan’s walkie talkie.
“...so gross!”
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passmethatcokezero · 1 month
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ok now i need dino in bed…..
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So I got two of this ask...👀👀 this has been loooooooooong overdue but here we go~~
tags: mommy/noona kink and mentions of overstimulation, pleading etc
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Dino, in his blooming youth, would be very experimental when it comes to bed
Not only of different positions, but also in what other things may add spice on steamy nights
And given his lifelong background in dancing, his thighs and hips surely NEVER LIE
His fast thrusting is I N S A N E 🤯🤯🤯 makes you go ballistic
And how he clenches his thighs in every rides welcomes you to utopia
You two were making out soon as he arrived at your place. He was ranting about his worries, his insecurities that have been consuming his sleep, and you know just how to address it. He confessed it himself: kissing you, feeling your warmth, and making you his was like a drug to him (not that he has ever tried it) that takes all his pains away and takes him to a world he only dreamed he would inhibit alone with you if he could.
"Feeling better?" You murmured as you traced his cheek with your thumb, head nodding to respond. He was straddled between your bare thighs where his hands were comfortably rested. "You needed more, don't you?" His hard thigh under your already pooling core clenched to your sultry voice, a soft moan then escaped his shiny lips as you began rocking your hips.
Your hand went straight to his growing bulge inside his trainer shorts as he kisses you deeper than earlier. Your lungs, as if catching his filthy sounds, produces its own, creating a lullaby that soothes his mind.
"Noona..." He was catching his breath as he presses you harder against his thigh. Sweat forms on both your foreheads as tension rises and kisses went sloppy.
You won't ever confess it to him, but him calling you noona drowns you in a spiral of feelings. "Hmm?"
He was unresponsive, as he rests his head back against the wall. Eyebrows meeting in pleasure with his mouth wide open.
"Say it baby," you whispered, making him look at you as you take of your shirt, erect nipples out in the free at last. "Say you want me and you'll gonna get it."
"I... I want you, noona." As soon as he said it, your damp mound found its way to his released cock, humping its length. The friction against your soaked undies was enough to get you two moaning in chorus.
"T-there's... ahhh... there's something in the way..."
You smirked at his impatience. "Oh baby, i know. It's because you forgot something."
It didn't take him long to realize it, and with his desperation the word rattled out his lips like a verse. "Please, please please... noona please..."
And him being your baby just makes it all perfect
He is probably a switch, but likes to be your love little boy most of the time
He wants your attention all to himself
He can make you cum just as how fast he learns choreography
Would even be so mischievous or boastful about it (be it in the open hinting some innuendos or in private when he is teasing you about how confident you look outside but folds underneath him)
And you have no idea what your squirming underneath his release does to him
He is also good with his tongue (he is an all rounder all right)
Airy giggles during sex (and a very sexy one at that)
Seeks praises like how he asks for cuddles
Which you are very generous of as he is to you
Once confessed that he practices at the restroom (with his hand to the thought of you) because he wants you to have the best sex yet every single time
"Why don't you just ask me?"
"Like what... have sex with you every single day?"
"You what!? You pervy little—"
He smirks as he flips a pancake for him after serving you two pieces on a plate, topped with banana slices drizzled with honey and cinnamon, and a bit of soft butter just as how you liked it.
"You see, that's how I improved my dancing. Practising each day." he then looks at you intently after a playful wink, with sincerity you only see when he dances on stage. "Well, it's not like I can do that with you regularly. You're not just some toy or a thing."
(((he has an enormous respect for you okay? a no is a no for him. no more pleading and all that. that's why you two have agreed to be vocal and straightforward when it comes to it.)))
Feels powerful when he's dominant
And yet succumbs to your majestic touches and lustrous whispers
SUB with a dominating mask if I should say
can be really funny too when he is in a bright, casual mood, cracking jokes here and there
you cant believe you’re addicted to laughing at his punchlines while on top of him
clenching around him as you roll your hips is a bonus for him when he makes you cackle
actually the best sex with him are thise filled with laughters
Goes shy when you swallow his seeds
Because he believes it is not something to be ingested
(((what a pure boy)))
"Damn... I am never going to get used to your mouth..." his mouth is wide agape, drool almost pooling of his mouth. "Bbay you're so fucking good."
It was the eve of his birthday. The man was a moaning mess and you could care less about your neighbors, anyway he deserved it for a special treat on his birthday which he wont be able to spend with you as he had a prior schedule for a shoot early morning tomorrow.
"Uh... yeahhhh.... uhhh shit..." He grew quiet of words and only moans and curses and some lewd noises from your mouth echoed in the room. His pitch was getting higher, an indicator he is close to cumming.
No words still coming out as he had his release. He was panting so hard after his long gutteral moan when he paints his arousal inside your warm mouth.
"I'm... I'm sorry...." it was almost inaudible but he managed to speak of it whilst petting your head. "Spit... spit it out... noona,"
Too late, you thought. No way his cum goes to waste.
"Baby... you're too sweet I'm afraid I don't want it anywhere else but my mouth."
edging!!! gosh edging turns him on so much
so yes he might be into foreplay
or even a foreplay before the foreplay
OVERSTIMULATION is one of his kinks like!!!
he finds it too hot when he know he had to beg you to stop (which in no way he means it fully)
that's the only time he has told you that every stop he syas meant go on
cos his body wants to be consumed by YOU
and you basically would k!ll for his whimpers and begs
cos thats your baby boy right there
and you want nothing else but him begging you go harder, writhing and almost tearing up in pleas
(((he was your mommy kink awakening)))
you'll be surprised of his endurance and stamina
like boy, you had multiple rounds and yet he could go on for more unless you remind him he needs his sleep
and like nothing happened, he would walk around casually like his core was not stimulated during the whole things
(well maybe that's an advantage of being a gym rat and an active dancer)
baby boy becomes the big man when it comes to after care
you will most definitely get the princess treatment, just like outside your sex life
STREAM DINO'S WAIT!!!
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celestiababie · 11 months
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Love Talk - L.C
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Pairings: rapper! chan x gn! reader
Genre: one night stand! au, smut (18+)...that's about it
Warnings: Protected sex!! (make sure you wrap it up especially for a one night fling), top! chan, bottom reader, language barriers, reader is foreign, reader is a questionable friend, fairly vanilla sex and that's okay, cursing, please let me know if I need to add anything else
Word Count: 459
Summary: Sometimes actions really do speak louder than words. Or, in which you find yourself underneath a foreign rapper you met a few hours ago.
A/N: Blond Chan got me feeling some kind of way so I hope you enjoy what my horny brain put together. As always feedback is ALWAYS appreciated!!
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"Fuck— you, mmph, you looked so damn hot on stage tonight," you moan against the up and coming rapper's lips, your words going through one ear of the faux blond man and out the other…for a number of reasons. 
Chan knew he wouldn't waste an opportunity to get laid on tour. He even anticipated it, preparing a slew of pickup lines to pull on whoever he could picture moaning underneath him in his hotel room. 
Little did he know, getting his dick wet overseas was a lot easier than he thought.
You couldn't care less about the language barrier. Who needs words anyway when you plan on using your lips to move across his body. 
Chan hisses out of pleasure as your lips trace a long his jawline before gently suckling on the soft skin. Your hands pull his body closer to you somehow, your bodies one as he grinds his hips against you, fucking you so deliciously your head can't help but fall back onto the luxury pillows made sure to place under your head out of courtesy. 
You had a feeling sex with Chan would be incredible just from the way his body moved effortlessly on stage as if it was his true calling. And you're proven right as he suddenly slams his hips into you harder, hitting your sweet spot with such pointed precision your brain gets flooded with pleasure, drowning completely and happily in the feeling of Chan's cock fucking you. 
Truthfully, you had no idea who he was prior to tonight. Your best friend had dragged you along, promising dinner for a month if you joined to a concert of some dude named "Dino" she was practically in love with.
Did it break some codes to fuck yout best friend's celebrity crush? Probably. Did you care about that or the fact you knew nothing about this man and could only communicate with your bodies? No.
Why would that be a thought on your mind when you have his sweaty body on top of yours, rutting into you to chase after his release, his moans getting pitcher and shaky the closer he got.
"Cum for me, give it to me. I want you to cum so bad," you whisper out, once again your words falling on deaf ears but just the sound of your voice is enough to send him over the edge.
Chan's hips stutter as thick globs of cum shoot into the condom, your pulsating warmth helping him to ride out his climax.
The two of you pant against each other before he lifts his head to look at you with glossed over eyes. He flashes you the most addictive smile, the sight sending a shiver down your back as you listen to his words come out in the cutest accent you've ever heard.
"One more?"
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wannabelife · 2 months
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dreamboat – lc
pairing: dino x gn reader
synopsis: it's your best friends birthday, but the present he's willing to get is nothing like you'd expect
warnings: suggestive content and slightly hint of hot
a/n: happy dino birthday special !!
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you have your friends over. it is dino's birthday, so you decided to throw a little surprise party for him with your close friends. everything went smoothly, the surprise successful, his face full of happiness when he saw y'all together to celebrate him.
everybody is still at your place up until now. so you decide to go outside for some fresh air, feeling yourself a bit tired from preparing everything since early.
"what are you doing at the balcony alone?" a male voice echoes beside you, and you can see its dino because of the dim lights from inside, brightening his figure at the door.
"the sky is nice" you say, actually looking at the stars above while the night breeze hits you.
"it's too dark in here" you can see just his shadow coming to you. he looks up after you comment about the sky, and you can see him stumble, making you giggle at him.
he gets in front of you, you still smiling from before and you can barely see him doing the same. he stops right on your face "hi" he whispers, "hi" you whisper back to him.
"i was looking for you" he says.
you have nothing to answer, you two stay there, face to face but looking up to the sky.
you are sitting at an island bar, staying taller than him as he suddenly turns around. you open space for him, his body caging between your both legs "my back is aching" he says.
you can help a laugh because that's a common scene in your friendship, he'd just slip something like this and you know it's because he wants you to massage him.
you carefully apply some pressure on his neck and then run your finger down his back where you keep massaging constantly, yearning a groan from him here and there. his body losing weight, relaxing at your touch as he's starting to lay on you.
when the space is not enough anymore, you stop. his head now resting on your shoulders and your hands slipping down his torso.
"so good" his eyes close and his voice comes out husky from his relaxed sleeping state.
you don't know what comes to you at that moment, but you suddenly start to caress his chest, his breath getting stuck by the surprise but turning into small moans right after. he is so close to your ear that you can't help clenching around nothing because of the sounds he's making. you're trying to contain yourself but you hum in pleasure.
"what are you doing?" he says as he's turning around to face you.
you're get by surprise, whispering an uncertain sorry to him but he answers "dont be, i like it"
his hands caressing your thighs as he goes his way up your waist. he gets close to you "is this ok?" he askes, that being the first time it all happened, he wants to make sure.
you nod in response and he leans his head to your neck, he pecks there "and this?" his plumped lips are so soft and delicate on your skin that you have goosebumps forming.
"yes" your voice comes out breathy, and that makes him smile proudly.
he keeps kissing your neck, sucking right next to your ear and where your shoulder and neck connect. he goes up, kissing your cheeks, tip of your nose and forehead. your breath is getting heavy, his mouth close to yours, when you think you're about to kiss, his lips trace yours before he's going to the other side. your eyes going shut and a desesparate whimper leaving you.
he's smirking, feeling successful in teasing you, sucking the flesh on the other side of your neck, both of you can't see right now, but he let his mark on you, a little something to remember the next day. he slides his tongue on it, hearing your whine at his action.
he gets bolder because of your reactions and starts grabbing your sides gently, his hands almost meeting your ass but not quite. he bites your shoulder, yearning another moan from you as he's sliding his mouth up again.
you're face to face again, he's everywhere and nowhere at the same time. you feel some arousal collect in-between your legs.
"hello? are you guys here?" your friend's voice echoe and you see his outline on the door "come here, we need to go, let me say bye" he says.
you curse under your tongue, and that makes dino laugh "let's go in. remember you still have a gift to give me" he says before kissing your cheek and leaving the proximity of your bodies.
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stayteezdreams · 5 months
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Autumn Date
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Plot: You and Chan have a cute day of Autumn activities.
Request: Pumpkin Carving Contest + Hot chocolate Date (bonus: they wipe whipped cream off of your nose)
Requested By: @tumbleboof
Warnings: Nothing! Just some cute autumn date fluff :)
Words: 1.4k
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You grinned happily as you looked out at the large field of pumpkins and various squash. Beside you, Chan had a wide smile that was mainly directed at you. He was excited to be here, but mainly enjoyed seeing how excited you were. It had been your idea to come here, and seeing how excited the idea made you was enough for Chan to agree.
The two of you walked around the large field for nearly half an hour as you picked out some squash to cook, and some small pumpkins for decorations.
As you set eyes on the larger pumpkins, Chan got an idea.
"Hey." Catching your attention he grinned. "What if we have a contest?"
"Contest?"
He nodded, growing more excited. "We can carve them and have the others choose a winner. Loser buys hot chocolate."
You smiled as he spoke animatedly. You had the idea to carve the pumpkins already, so turning into a competition only added some excitement. You nodded your head in agreement and he bounced on his feet in growing joy.
After you found your pumpkin, you watched Chan slowly analyze every pumpkin he touched.
"Chan." You whined after fifteen minutes, "Just pick one!"
Glancing over at you, he saw the small pout on your face and gave in. "Okay okay." He chuckled as he grabbed one of the taller pumpkins he had previously been inspecting.
After finally getting Chan away from the pumpkins, nearly having to drag him when he spotted even bigger ones nearby, you were finally at your house.
Sat side by side, you silently sketched designs onto your pumpkins, eyeing each other every few minutes in a silent competition. Every once and a while Chan would try to peak at your pumpkin but you'd push him away with a gasp, making him chuckle at your cute dramatics.
About half-way through carving your own pumpkin you peaked over at Chan to see his tongue sticking out of his mouth a he stared in intense concentration at his pumpkin. You smiled at the site, wishing you could take his photo but you knew he'd notice.
Just as the thought crossed your mind, his eyes flicked over to you and he grinned.
"What?" He asked with a soft chuckle and you shook your head.
"You're cute"
His grin widened and you saw the tips of his ears turn pink as he tried to focus on his pumpkin again.
"Shut up." He said playfully, only making you giggle.
A short while later, you leaned back and stretched you your arms. "Done!" You cheered happily as you inspected your final design.
Chan made a startled noise as he rushed to finish his, not wanting to make you wait. You giggled as you sat back, watching him, wondering what he had carved.
You decided to carve Totoro into your pumpkin. Part of you was afraid Chan had done the same, as it was one of his favorite movies.
But when he finally let out a sign of achievement he spun his pumpkin around with excitement "Done!"
You smiled as you stared at the surprisingly impressive carving of Pikachu. You giggle as you turned yours for him to see and his eyes lit up at the site.
"I almost did that!" He laughed.
Taking a photo of your pumpkins, you sent it to the group chat and waited for the votes to come in. You and Chan leaned shoulder to shoulder as you waited.
He leaned is head against yours, "Today was fun."
"I told you!" You said as you poked his cheek.
He giggled as he pretended to try and bite your finger making you laugh.
Chan pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. "I knew it would be fun, everything we do together is fun."
You grinned as your chest grew warm, you leaned your head on his shoulder. "I think so too."
"It'll be even more fun when you buy me hot chocolate."
You rolled your eyes before removing your head from his shoulder and sticking out your tongue, making him laugh.
"We'll see about that" You challenged playfully as you grabbed your phone. "Everyone replied!"
You and Chan looked at the messages before you stood up and rose your arms in victory, "Yes! Seven votes for Totoro! Five for the loser!"
Chan groaned as he leaned his head back, "They did it on purpose to make me lose!"
You gasped, "We sent one photo of the pumpkins side by side without saying whose was whose!"
He sighed giving in with a sheepish smile, "I know."
You ruffled his hair and he groaned again, "Is it still gonna be a fun day now that you're a loser who has to buy me hot chocolate?"
He grinned up at you, not really caring that he lost as he saw the bright smile on your face. Standing up he grabbed you and pulled you into a hug.
"Of course. Now I get to treat my baby to a hot chocolate date."
Even though you were grinning into his chest, you whined. "You're supposed to be upset!"
He laughed at your response as he squeezed you tighter against him, "Okay, I'll be upset."
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Chan watched you with adoration as you took a long sip of your hot chocolate before letting out a contented sigh.
Catching his eye you smiled, feeling your cheeks burn a little warmer at the look he was giving you. He always had a way of looking at you like you were the stars in the night sky. And it made your heart beat furiously every time.
"You're staring" You said with a soft giggle.
"Of course I am." He said with a tilt of his head ad a tone in his voice that made it seem like his actions should be expected.
You shook your head softly before taking one of his hands in yours, making his grin widen. He squeezed your hand before taking a drink of his own hot chocolate.
You looked up at the sky and let out a breath. "It's getting dark."
Chan nodded as he looked up as well, "The sun sets so early now."
You took another drink, and looked over at Chan in curiosity as he let out a soft giggle. He was looking at you with a grin before he reached out and swiped his thumb over your nose. You let out a giggle when you saw that he had wiped away some whipped cream.
"Cute." He said softly as he noted the bashful look that crossed your face.
He loved that even tough the two of you had been dating for some time you still reacted this way around him. It made him adore you even more, which he hardly thought was possible.
Dipping his finger into the cream in his cup, he placed it on his own nose before leaning towards you, and expecting look on his face.
"Wha-" You let out a soft laugh, rolling your eyes at his antics, before you leaned forward and inspected him.
You let out a hum before wiping away he cream, before immediately wiping it on his cheek. "Oh, oops!"
He leaned back with a gasp before he laughed, "Ya!"
You giggled, "You asked for it."
"Did not!" He whined, but still laughed.
Taking more cream on his finger he threatened you with it, as you recoiled and covered your face.
"No!" You laughed as you dodged his half-serious attempts at wiping it on your face.
"It's only fair!"
You let out another soft giggle before you gave up and leaned forward "Fine" You sighed, with a repressed grin.
He grinned happily before placing it on your cheek. You giggled before you grabbed a napkin to wipe it off. You wiped his cheek first and he stared at you adoringly, before you moved to wipe your own face.
Gently grabbing your wrist, he took the napkin from you, and you assumed he was going to do it for you. But instead, he placed the napkin down before grabbing your face and kissing your cheek, before licking the cream off.
You let out a soft squeal before laughing as he pulled away, some of the whipped cream on his lips. "Chan!"
He laughed as you wiped your face, feigning disgust, as you ignored the heat rising up your neck.
Taking your hand in his again, you finished your hot chocolate date with little to no more cream smearing. The darkening sky and falling leaves accompanied you home as you walked hand in hand.
Spending the rest of the evening watching movies, curled up together as your pumpkins lit up the corner of the room, it was the perfect end to a perfect autumn day.
xx End xx
I wasn't sure how to end it lol I struggled a bit, But I hope you liked the first part of my 13 Days of Halloween!
General Taglist: @otsilliak, @brattybunfornct, @bahng-chrizz
Dino Taglist: @lieutenantn
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sadnightforus · 6 months
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[11:41 AM] You and Chan are standing in front of a quiet place, more specifically a route where you used to go to your English school. 
 He looks at you, already knowing by then that you would most likely beg him to stay. But it’s what he is here for today— he has already made up his mind and that is, you both need to break up for good. 
 It’s neither your fault or his. It’s not out of the guilty conscience that he had done something terribly wrong behind your back but in fact, he fell out of love with you while you fell deeper in love with him. 
 It’s painful to think that it’s the end. 
“What had I done so wrong?” Was the question you found some courage within yourself to ask him. It’s a bitter pill to swallow. To think that he doesn’t look at you like how he used to months ago made it so hard to accept it. 
 What changed between you and him?
“You did nothing. It’s not your fault…” He can’t bear to look at you at all, avoiding eye contact with you. 
“Then so what? You’re gonna tell me that it’s your doing that drove us to this point?” You held back your tears, the ache in your chest is painfully unbearable. It’s hard to believe that he simply wakes up and decides that he loses attraction towards you. 
“Yeah.” He gulps, lifts his face to meet your eyes that are dangerously close to brimming into tears. “I won’t say it’s not my fault. Believe me, I tried so hard to not let myself feel this way towards you but I don’t want our relationship to continue on a lie and the constant reassurance that we’re gonna be okay anymore. I don’t want to string you along anymore.” 
 You nod, letting his words sink deeper into you. 
 He’s an honest man, you know that. It’s fitting that he doesn’t want to live his life in a lie anymore. It’s also fitting that he thinks that if he keeps you all to himself while his heart doesn’t belong to you anymore, it’s not gonna do both of you any good. 
“Thank you.” Your voice came out as a whisper and the entire time you were thinking, your face was down. Your gaze avoided his earlier but now you decide that you have to bite down on your pride and every emotion aside and tell him what you wanted to say. 
“Thank you for being honest. Thank you for having lovi- loved me all these years. 2 years of good memories and you made me happy. But things change, I guess, so do you. I’ll be okay, go live your life. And thank you again for this moment because at last, being loved by you was enough for me.” 
“Thank you too, Y/N.” Chan replies. “Thank you for the wonderful years we’ve spent together. I’d treasure these memories for a long time. I hope you’re happy and… live your life the way you wanted. The way you always wanted to. Don’t let anything hold you back.” He gives you a small smile, a smile that once made you blush and so giggly inside but it’ll be the last time you’ll ever see that smile in person. You peek at the surroundings, seeing that it’s getting darker and you think you should get out of here.
“I have to go.” You announce, and like the gentleman he is, you know he’s about to offer himself to walk with you one last time, so you immediately put a stop before it can happen. “I can walk by myself.”
“Let me-”
“Please.” You beg, hoping he’ll get the sign. 
 And he did. He watches you turn to walk away, for once and for all. Permanently from his life. 
 But what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Because now your tears won’t stop falling, your mind reminiscent about the times you both used to spend together. You wanted to stop time so you can just be happy a little longer. 
 But you also want to speed time up too so you can finally get over him.  
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A/N: my timestamp’s definition of fanfics is dangerous because you get a whole drabble on this. Unless it’s not 3k words then it’s not a full length fic from me 👎🏻 reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!
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gyuswhore · 11 months
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dino + maybe the night by ben&ben 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
FELLOW CHAN ENTHUSIASTS RISE
I'm so happy to find this in my inbox, I love Chan, you love Chan we all love Chan. Also, SUCH a pretty song, I loved it!! Hope I did it justice with this one
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[23:23]
For someone who's relatively quiet, Chan finds that you talk a lot once it's past 11 PM.
It's a beautiful summer night, cool breeze and the moon glowing brightly for your near-midnight wind-down.
You're both sitting on the cushioned swing seat, on the back porch of the bungalow you and your friends had rented for the summer when Chan has his pivotal realization.
It's something about the new Taylor Swift album, he's trying really hard to pay attention as you ramble about her lyricism, but he's getting distracted by how cute he thinks your voice gets when you're excited.
"Channie, are you even listening to me?" you ask him directly, a little pout forming on your face at his lack of attention.
"Yes, I am, babe. What was it about Lavender Haze?" he replies immediately, not wanting you to stop talking.
You launch back into your explanation, satisfied that he's not distracted.
Chan has his heart written on his face as he's looking at you, arm around your body as you're leaning into him. There's a blooming emotion in his chest that's been spreading into the rest of his body as you continued to talk. Not quite sure what it is, but the moon is rendering your face perfectly aglow, and hair falling into place like they're meant to be there.
Everything is perfect, and it's obvious in Chan's mind.
The pivotal realization that he's come to, on this picturesque August night, is that Chan wants to spend the rest of his life loving you.
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wqnwoos · 7 months
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“channie,” you whisper, and the wheedling tone has already seeped into your voice. “are you asleep?”
your boyfriend rolls over to squint at you with bleary eyes. “yes,” he deadpans, shutting his eyes — you whine indignantly, lightly pushing at his arm.
“you’re not!” you shift closer, cheek on the pillow right beside him, wide eyes flitting over his angular features. “don’t be mean.”
reluctantly, he opens his eyes, the ghost of a smile lifting his lips when he registers your eager gaze. “okay, baby,” chan concedes, mirroring your position. one of his hands come up to cup the side of your cheek. “what is it, hm?”
you lean into his warmth like it’s second nature; pressing your cheek against his palm, you glance downward sheepishly. “i’m hungry.”
there’s a long pause. “okay,” he says finally, eyebrows drawing together. “then go eat something?”
frustrated, you groan. “but i want you to come with me!”
“to the kitchen?”
“yes!” you grab his hand before he can pull it away, squeezing tightly and widening your eyes at him pleadingly. “please, baby?”
chan remains silent for a moment. “you’re not going to get me this time,” he warns in advance. “i’m not giving in.”
your lips part in indignation. “but i want you to come!”
“you’re such a brat,” he grumbles, and when you attempt to give him puppy eyes, he closes his own, a triumphant smirk curving his lips. “can’t get me if i can’t see you!”
a huff of annoyance leaves your lips. “so you hate me, is that what you’re saying?”
“i feel like you’re being a little dramatic.”
you ignore him. “my boyfriend doesn’t love me anymore!”
chan tries — he really tries to stick to his guns. to dig his heels in and say no, actually he’s going to stay in bed. but when you look like that, and you look at him like that, and you kiss him like that, he feels like ending up in the kitchen at 3 in the morning to watch you make yourself some ramen was kind of inevitable.
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an / guys i’ve forgotten how to write i can’t do it anymore . is there a way to resign
taglist: @n4mj00nvq @eoieopda @som1ig @glowunderthemoon @wondering-out-loud @graybaeismytae @hannyoontify @sahazzy @dokyeomin @icyminghao @smilehui @nicholasluvbot @lvlystars @immabecreepin @hanniehaee @kokoiinuts @astrozuya
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fairyhaos · 7 months
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❍ the 2k event: dino + swingset
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alternative title: stupid adorable grin
pairing: chan x gn!reader
genre: non-idol au, uni au, friends to lovers
word count: 1435
warnings: none
event taglist: @slytherinshua @rubywonu @pepperonijem @amxlia-stars @weird-bookworm @hannyoontify @my-moarmy-heart @suminsfav @minhui896 @haocovr @lockburn-castle @sweet-like-caramel @horanghae8 @graybaeismytae @karionice @hopetiger10 @shuabby1994 (also @leejungchans pspspsps)
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It's been so long since you've last seen your best friend. 
You still live in the same area, but college pulled you apart, with you both travelling and having to dorm in different universities away from your home town, and it's broken your heart to be so far from him for so long. 
So now, now you're finally on summer break, and the only thing you want to do is see his face break into that stupid grin whenever he sees you once again. 
"Chan! Lee Chan! Turn around, you brat, I'm right here!" 
Chan turns around in circles, phone up to his ear, looking for you confusedly. And then he spots you, running down the street towards him, and his face lights up in that stupid, stupid, adorable beam that makes you smile even wider and run faster until you fall into his arms, open and ready to catch you. 
He spins you around in his arms, and wow when did he get strong enough to do that? Your phone is dangling in your hand, the call still connected to his number because you'd been too busy to disconnect, and all you can do is hug him tighter and yelp and laugh as your feet leave the floor. 
"Oh my god," you breathe once he sets you down, not giving him a chance to talk. "Oh my god, I missed you so much."
"You missed me?" Chan says in disbelief. "Y/N, there's no way you missed me more than I missed you."
"What?" You cross your arms, frowning. "Never! I bet I missed you more."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
You frown at each other, matching expressions of annoyance on your faces, before eventually cracking, laughing and falling instantly into one another in a hug again. 
"It feels like it's been forever since I've last seen you," Chan says, and that smile is still on his face, that bright, loving smile that makes your heart feel like it's going to burst. "You have to tell me everything that's happened since I last saw you."
"What, everything?" you say teasingly as he pushes open the playground gate, gesturing for you to walk in first. "Chan, I'm pretty sure I told you everything there is to know during our weekly facetimes."
He just laughs. "Well, I want to hear it again. In person, this time," he adds. "I like hearing you talk."
And, well, who are you to refuse? 
The playground has been a sort of… cornerstone of your friendship, for you two. It was where you first met. It was where your friendship almost fell apart. It was where you met up, again and again, where you came to spend time away from the rest of the world, together or by yourselves. 
It was also where you realised you were in love with your best friend. 
The realisation had hit you, years ago, while chatting on the very same swingset the two of you were sitting on right now. It had shocked you, then, but only for a little while before the shock had faded away. Loving Chan was easy, as easy as breathing. Loving Chan was as obvious and inexplicable as the spark of light that fizzled in your chest. 
"—almost died in her exam, but I did it anyway," you finish proudly. Chan watches you the entire time, that grin having never left his face, eyes wide as he listens to you intently. 
"Oh, well done," he says, and claps dramatically. You bow your head regally, accepting his applause, and the two of you laugh. "And I expect you did really well on it as well."
You wince. "Okay, since I basically crammed in the two days before the exam and was all loaded up on way too much caffeine, I did… not that well," you say. "But I finished the exam! And I passed! Without killing myself! So I think, all in all, I did really well."
Chan laughs, eyes crinkled, smile big and beaming. "Well, in my eyes, I think you did the best out of the entire world." He ruffles your hair, voice going high-pitched in teasing. "My wonderful Y/N! You did so well, my cutie baby, you deserve all the praise!"
You brush his hand off, pretending to bite his fingers, and Chan just chuckles again. "Yeah, yeah, don't patronise me."
"No, but really," Chan says, laughter dying off, "I know how much you despised that professor. Props to you for getting through her classes. You did really well, I mean it."
His tone is so genuine, so sincere, and all he's doing is telling you something your friends back at uni have been telling you too, but it just feels so much more coming from him. 
Especially when he's looking at you like you were the one to hung all the stars in the universe. 
You duck your head, making a pfft-ing sound. "Oh, it's nothing. That old cow is just no match for the great and wise Y/N, you know?" you say, intending to elicit a laugh from Chan. 
But he just smiles, tilting his head, and now he's looking at you like you're one of the brightest stars in the universe. 
Damn this man and your stupid crush on him. 
And then he tweaks your nose so hard that you squeak. 
"Hey! What was that for?"
"My congratulations," Chan says, eyes wide in faux-innocence. "I was congratulating you!"
You eye him annoyedly, rubbing your nose. "Uh huh." You hold onto the chains of your swing, swaying backwards and forwards. "Anyway, that's all that's been happening on my end since we last spoke. How about you? Anything interesting happen that you haven't told me about through our numerous calls?"
Chan's smile turns a little secretive at that, something soft and mildly mischievous. "Maybe."
Your eyes widen. "Oh? Tell me, tell me!"
"Well," Chan begins, and he looks up at the sky thoughtfully. "I kind of realised that I…like someone."
And instantly your heart is swooping down towards the ground, crash-landing in a heap on the tarmac floor of the playground. "Really?"
"In fact, I think I'm in love with them," Chan continues, and now your heart is trying to burrow down through the ground into the centre of the earth. "I think I've been in love with them for a while. They're just so, so, sweet, so lively and bright and they make my days so much better." He laughs, tugging at his lips. "I just know that I get the stupidest, biggest grin on my face every time I see them."
"That's… nice," you choke out. Your heart has given up burrowing all the way to the centre of the earth and is just lying in a pathetic heap in the shallow hole it managed to dig. Maybe it can be its grave. "Do I know them?"
"Oh yeah!" Chan grins. "You know them really well!"
Well. Who else has Chan been talking to that you know really well?
You swallow. "Who… is it?"
Chan turns to face you now, and he has that stupidly adorable grin on his face, his expression lit up like a thousand suns, and there's so much love and gentleness in his expression that your heart perks up, thinking maybe, maybe, maybe… 
"It's you," he says, and your heart is soaring again like it hadn't dug its own grave a few seconds prior. "I like you, Y/N."
You blink, astounded, and your heart is chirruping happily and your head is spinning and oh God, Chan likes you. 
You're so at a loss for words that you don't say anything for several seconds, and Chan's grin falters. 
"Y/N? Sorry, that was probably really sudden to spring on you. Oh, no, do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? Sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll take it back—"
And then you're launching yourself at him, in a clash of metal chains and knees and elbows, hugging him with all your might. 
"Don't you dare take it back," you warn, and he laughs, adjusting you so you're more comfortable in his arms, hands securely wrapped around your back. 
"Does this mean you like me too?" he asks, wow, wow you still can't believe he likes you. 
"Of course, you dumbass," you say, hugging him tighter.
He laughs, and it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. And then, after a moment: "Y/N, you gotta say it back."
"Say what back?"
"Say you like me too!"
"Oh. Me too."
"No, say it properly."
"Fine, fine. I like you too."
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