#i only remember felix's and chris' voices

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this user is currently missing because she has not been able to recover from the trailer of the new stray kids comeback.

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mechanic's shop

this airport look gives me such mechanic vibes that i had to write something on it 🤭 this is actually really fucking cute, and i hope you guys like it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You're nervous. Extremely nervous. you park your vehicle in the mechanic shop's parking lot, eyeing the semi-large building. You've never been to the mechanics by yourself.

When you had car problems before, your boyfriend was kind enough to take it for you. Now that you're single, you have no choice but to take it yourself. You didn't know any friends who had car knowledge like your ex did.

A deep breath comes from your lips as you internally hype yourself up. “There's no one else here,” you talk to yourself, eyeing the empty parking lot. You shut your vehicle off before getting out, pressing the lock button.

You walk into the building, scrunching your nose at the dingy smell. You move to stand in front of the desk, tapping the bell they have sitting on the counter. You wait until someone shows up, slipping your hands into your front pockets.

“Can I help you?” A voice asks, snapping you from your internal thoughts.

You lift your head, your eyes meeting a pair of dark ones. “Hi,” you mutter, clearing your throat. “Uhm, I'm sorry. I'm new to this, uh, do you think you'll be able to look at my car?”

The man in front of you giggles while adjusting the black beanie on his head. “I can do that, yeah. Do you know what's wrong with it?” He asks, walking around the desk.

You hiss and cross your arms across your chest while leading him to your vehicle. “I wish I knew what it exactly was,” you sigh. “I was driving it home last night, and the steering wheel started to shake. Like, a lot.”

“Hm, okay. When you were driving home,” he pauses, holding his hand out to take your car keys, “were you driving at a low or high speed?”

You hand him your keys, unlocking the vehicle for him first. “It was a low speed. I think I was going about forty,” you answer his question.

“Okay,” he nods, opening the driver's side door. “I'll bring it into the shop and take a look at it. Oh, my name is Chris, by the way.”

You smile at him, nodding your head as well. “Nice to meet you, Chris. Is it alright if I wait inside?” You ask, jabbing your thumb in the direction of the building.

“Absolutely. There's water in there if you're thirsty,” he smiles before lowering himself into the seat.

“Thank you so much,” you bow your head, clapping your hands together.

You watch him drive your car into the shop before heading back into the waiting room of the building. You pull your phone out of your back pocket and take a seat in one of the chairs.

When checking your phone, you notice a text message from one of your friends.

From: Hyunie 🎨

Hey! What are you doing tonight?! Felix and I are going to a bar and want you to come with us! Please go 🥺

A chuckle leaves your lips at Hyunjin's desperation, shaking your head slightly while typing out a reply.

To: Hyunie 🎨

The only way I can go is if this mechanic job isn't costly 😭 Ya girl's car is fucked

You lift your head after sending the text, locking your phone right after. You watch Chris through the window in the shop, tapping your nails against the back of your case.

“Shit, he's really pretty,” you say to nobody, forcing yourself to look away from him.

The device in your hands vibrates, indicating that Hyunjin texted you back. You flip the phone over and open the notification, a louder laugh escaping your lips.

From: Hyunie 🎨

Girl, you need a new fucking vehicle I SWEAR 🙄 Felix and I will cover your tab! One of our friends is also coming, and I think the two of you would be so cute together 🫢

You groan, slapping your face with your hand. Another groan comes out not even a few seconds later. You thought he was done trying to set you up with people. You're dead wrong.

To: Hyunie 🎨

I thought we were done trying to set me up?? Hyun, remember what happened last time? 😭

From: Hyunie 🎨

I know! I know, but I PROMISE this time is different! He's a good friend of mine, and he's such a green flag

You tilt your head back, not knowing if you wanna put yourself through this again. The last time Hyunjin set you up with someone, you got stood up. Then, when you went to confront the guy, he insulted you.

To: Hyunie 🎨

If I don't like him in the first hour, I'm leaving 😤

From: Hyunie 🎨

DEAL, OH MY GOD! OKAY! Text me later if you end up needing a ride! Love you! 🥰

Another laugh escapes your lips after reading Hyunjin's text. “What a crackhead,” you giggle, pushing yourself up from the chair and moving closer to the window.

You slip your phone back into your pocket before crossing your arms over your chest as you watch Chris inspect your vehicle. He lifts his head, meeting your gaze through the glass pane.

You provide a shy smile, and he returns it, wiping his hands with a rag that was tucked in his back pocket. He walks over to the door that separates the two rooms, opening it before leaning against the frame.

“Good news and bad news. Which do you want first?” He asks with a smile, motioning for you to follow him.

“Am I… Am I allowed in here?” You ask nervously, following the man into the shop.

Chris chuckles and waves his hand. “I own the shop, so, yes,” he jokes with you, reassuring you that it was okay.

You mumble a quiet, “okay,” as you stop just before your car. Chris continues moving to stand underneath it. “I'll take the bad news first.”

“Bad news,” he pauses, grabbing the clipboard that's hanging from one of the metal poles. “I'm going to have to keep your car overnight.”

Of course, that'd be the bad news. You think to yourself and release a light sigh. “And the good news?” You question, clasping your hands together.

“Thankfully, your suspension is fine. The cause of the vibrations is because your tires are unbalanced,” Chris explains, causing you to blink at him in confusion.

“I–” you cut yourself off, not knowing what the hell this attractive man is talking about.

Chris chuckles and walks back over to you. He rubs your shoulder gently and goes over it again in terms you understand. “It won't cost very much either if you're worried about that,” he mentions, writing on the paper attached to the clipboard. “The reason you won't get your vehicle back until tomorrow is because my tire guy isn't here today. He comes in at eight tomorrow morning, and I'll have him work on your vehicle so I can get it back to you as quickly as possible.”

“I appreciate it,” you whisper, relieved that it won't cost you an arm and a leg.

“If you want to put your number on here,” he hands you the clipboard, pointing at the box where your number is needed, “I can call when it's all fixed.”

You nod your head, taking it from his hands. After jotting down your phone number, you hand the clipboard back to him. Chris thanks you before leading you back out into the waiting area.

“Do you have someone to call for a ride? I go on my lunch in a few minutes if you need to get home,” he offers, writing your information in the books.

“I can call someone,” you assure him, smiling. You pull out your phone again, clicking on Hyunjin's contact. “I thank you again for this. If you haven't noticed… I've never done this before.”

He chuckles while shaking his head. “It's okay! I'm glad that I was able to help you,” Chris mentions, leaning against the desk.

You bow again before leaving the shop. You call Hyunjin's phone, pressing the device against your ear.

“Hey, Y/N, what's up?” His voice comes through the receiver.

“I need a ride,” you pout, releasing a giggle afterward.

Hyunjin laughs as well, hearing Jisung in the background. “Okay! I'm gonna send Hanji because I need to finish this. That's okay?” He asks.

“That's fine. I'm at,” you pause, glancing towards the sign. “Five-Star Auto.”

“Oh, okay! I'll let Jisung know. He's putting his shoes on,” he mentions, hearing him tell Jisung where you are. “He's on his way! I'll pick you up tonight at six, okay?!”

You laugh and agree before the two of you bid each other goodbye.

-

You're running around your apartment, trying to finish getting ready before Hyunjin arrives with Felix. You're nervous to find out the person Hyunjin's setting you up with. All you hope is that he's nicer than the last guy.

Your phone goes off, quickly checking it to see a message from Felix. Shit, they're here. You send a text, telling them that you'll be down in a minute.

After checking yourself in the mirror for the fifth time, you slip on some shoes before heading to the lobby of your apartment building. You speed walk out the main doors, finding Hyunjin's car immediately.

You slip into the backseat, greeting the two men sitting up front. “Thanks again for picking me up,” you chuckle, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear.

Felix turns in his seat, smiling at you as Hyunjin pulls back on the road. “We're super excited that you're coming out. It feels like we haven't hung out in forever,” he laughs, his gaze going from you to Hyunjin.

“That's because it's been like a month,” Hyunjin groans, glancing at you through the rear view mirror.

“I'm sorry,” you laugh, combing your fingers through your hair. “I took the breakup pretty hard.”

Felix hums, nodding his head. “He was a dickhead. You didn't deserve any of that,” he sympathizes with you.

“It's okay,” you reassure the blonde, placing a hand onto his shoulder. “I've realized my worth, and he's not worth my tears.”

Hyunjin reaches behind you, patting your bare leg. “I'm so proud of you!”

The drive to the bar doesn't take very long. Twenty minutes max. The three of you walk into the dimly lit place together, keeping your hand on Hyunjin as you work your way through the crowd.

“The person I want to set you up with is already here,” Hyunjin almost screams, making sure you hear him over the music and patrons.

You feel yourself getting nervous as you look around. When Felix finally finds the table your mystery date is sitting at, you peek over Hyunjin's shoulder to get a good look at him. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as you find yourself looking at a familiar face.

Chris. You move to stand beside Hyunjin, showing yourself to him, and you watch his eyes widen. You shyly smile, waving your hand cutely.

“Hi, Chris,” you giggle, feeling the tips of your ears grow warm.

Both Hyunjin and Felix's jaw drops, their eyes dancing between you and Chris. “Wait, you know each other?!” Hyunjin asks, wiggling his index finger.

Chris moves over, patting the spot beside him for you to sit. You sit down in the booth, resting your arms on the table. “We just met today, actually. She brought her car to the shop,” he explains as the duo sits across from you two.

“I figured you would've put two and two together when I told you I needed to be picked up from there,” you laugh.

Felix slaps Hyunjin's arm, a playful scoff coming from his lips. “You pabo,” he laughs as well, standing back up from his seat. “First rounds on us!”

The two leave you and Chris alone, disappearing into the crowd. Silence fills the space around you, fumbling with your fingers.

“You look really pretty,” he compliments you, his eyes trailing down your body.

You blush at his words, dipping your head down. “Thank you,” you say loud enough, leaning into him slightly. “You look pretty handsome yourself.”

Chris giggles, becoming a blushing mess as well. Another moment a silence happens, and you kick yourself that you can't find anything to talk about.

“I'm sorry I'm a little awkward,” you tell him, turning your head to look at him.

He shakes his head, and he smiles softly at you. “It's okay. I can be a little awkward too,” he says, meeting your gaze. “I haven't been on a date in over a year, so I'm a bit rusty.”

“A year?” You ask in disbelief. How has this gorgeous man been single for over a year? You think to yourself, leaning your head against the palm of your hand. “You're such an attractive guy. I'm honestly shocked.”

Chris laughs some more, finding yourself giggling at how cute his laugh is. “You flatter me, really,” he says shyly, running his fingers along the column of his neck. “I work a lot, so I don't really have time for a relationship. Plus, the last person I dated kinda fucked me up a bit.”

You feel for him, being in a relatable situation yourself. “I get it,” you inform him, your lips formed in a tight smile. “I had something similar happen to me recently. Hyunjin's been consistent in trying to set me up, so I'll be happy again.”

“Am I the first one?” Chris asks, his hands slowly reaching out towards yours.

“Unfortunately, no,” you groan, flashbacks of the past two people you saw. “But, I will say that you're my favorite so far.”

He grins ear to ear, the tips of his fingers brushing yours. “Yeah? Then, I'm glad,” Chris giggles.

You allow him to play with your hand, getting butterflies as he drags his fingertips along your palm. “Has anyone told you just how adorable you are?” You sigh, feeling yourself falling for him already.

“A couple of people have,” he answers, his gaze steady on your conjoined hands.

“It honestly makes me want to kiss you,” you whisper to him, not sure if he heard you.

Chris’ breath hitches in his throat, slowly lifting his head to see your eyes on him. “I mean… I won't, uh, you can if you want,” he stammers over his words, his ears turning red.

You're surprised he's going with it. You didn't know if you're moving too fast, but he seemed to feel the same way you do. “I don't want to make things uncomfortab–,” you attempt to say when Chris cuts you off.

His lips find a place on the corner of your mouth, the words dying on your tongue. Your heart pounds against your chest while squeezing his hands. You blink a couple of times as Chris pulls back.

Your free hand moves to the nape of his neck, pulling him back in. Your lips connect with his, finding yourself scooting closer to him. Chris releases the old on your hand, resting it on your bare thigh.

The kiss only lasts for about thirty seconds, pants leaving your lips afterward. He rests his forehead on yours before giggling softly.

“Your lips are soft,” he whispers, stroking your thigh with his hand.

Someone clearing their throat causes the two of you to pull away from each other. You glance to your right, seeing Hyunjin and Felix standing at the end of the table. Hyunjin smirks at you while sliding your drink in front of you.

“I take it you like him,” he says with a laugh, wiggling his brows.

You press your lips together and glance back towards Chris. “You did good this time,” you giggle, leaning into his shoulder.

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[torialefay]

comments and thoughts on the channie content from today's jpn fanmeet?

He’s been so into his “cutie boy” era and I’m honestly here for it. And ofc I love his curly hair the most, but I am really liking the straightened hairstyle he’s had over the last little bit. It actually has been feeding my delusions bc remember him talking about how he’d love to wear his hair out more, but he just doesn’t know how to style it? Well I could figure out the curly routine, but his straightened style??? Easy. Like lemme do it for you baby 🥺 Plus the video of him almost kissing Binnie’s hand ughhhhh

Because imagine having a lazy morning with Channie & you end up doing his hair 🥺🫶🏼

The two of you had stayed up late playing games, drinking, telling stories, and talking into the darkest hours of the night.

When you’d woken up in the morning, the sun was peaking through the back of the blackout curtains in Chan’s bedroom. Your movements woke him up as well.

“Morning baby,” he’d whispered sweetly in his crackly morning voice before reaching his arms around you to pull you in closer to him. You’d let your head rest in his chest as he nuzzled his chin onto your forehead with a smile.

“Good morning,” you’d tried to say back, the words getting lost in the barrier of his bare skin. Your brain was still foggy, but your heart was content beating next to his.

“What do you wanna do today?” he’d mumbled, squeezing you a bit harder before resting with you in an even tighter embrace.

“This,” you smiled, planting a soft kiss to the skin in the middle of his chest.

“Mmm good,” he whispered, moving one hand to hold taut to the area between your lower back and your ass. “Back to bed, angel,” he managed to get out while grinning to himself.

A few hours later, once you’d both began to stir, Chan checked his phone, scrolling through the notifications, one after one. He’d absentmindedly opened TikTok to start watching videos with you. It’s something you’d done time and time again. Chan’s algorithm was different than yours to say the least. Random gaming videos, sports reels, music stuff, etc. The one thing you had in common on the platform was recommended STAY edits. And every time Chan skipped a sexy edit of himself, you pouted until he went back and let you watch it. Of course you had to tease him a bit afterwards, rubbing your hand up and down his torso. “Look at my fine mannn,” you’d teased, pulling back with a big smile on your face.

“Hush,” Chan rolled his eyes, lazily grinning before pulling you back to him so you couldn’t say another word.

Later, he’d received a text from Felix saying that a few of the boys wanted to check out a new gallery that had opened up about an hour away. He’d asked if you and Chan would like to go.

“I’m more than content with just laying here with you, baby,” Chan said, leaving the decision up to you.

“I am too… But it could be fun if you wanna go,” you looked at him with big eyes, excited that you’d been included in the plans.

“We’d better get ready then,” he’d said before stretching his arms out above his head. “I think they’re wanting to leave in a little over an hour.”

45 minutes later, and you were finishing your makep as you saw Chris walk out of the bathroom toward his closet, wearing only his shorts. You watched the outline of his back from your makeup mirror as he sorted through shirts before pulling one over his head and down his torso. He grabbed a beanie from the shelf and chucked it on as well. The way his muscles flexed as they were reaching up was a sight you’d never get over. After giving himself a one-over in his long mirror, he walked behind you and plopped onto the bed, waiting for you to be ready.

One final brush stroke of mascara and you were done. You turned in your chair to face your boyfriend. “Your hair is so cute baby. Why don’t you wear it out today?”

Chan blushed a bit before looking down. He always got like this when the hair conversation came up.

“You know I don’t know how to style my hair,” his voice went up as he spoke, still feeling shy. “It’s got a mind of it’s own right now… And every other day as well.”

“Well lucky for youuu-“ you dragged out as you stood and walked to stand in front of your boyfriend. “I can do it for you! Please please pleaseeee,” you plead, grabbing his hands to squeeze them.

He giggled, giving into you waving his hands up and down. “Okay, okay, you can give it a go. I trust you to do me right, yeah?” he joked.

Your whole face perked up at his agreeance, giving a couple of quick claps before running into the bathroom. You sorted through your things before returning to the bed where he was sat.

“Okay SO, there’s good news and bad news. Bad news is that I only have stuff to straighten hair. Good news is we can go buy some curly hair products once we get done with the boys!” you said excitedly, reveling in your new-found service. “We’re gonna curly girl method you! I’ve always wanted to try it!”

“You’re gonna do what to me?” Chan asked, half laughing but half squinting his eyes in confusion.

“You’ll see.” You walked to the bed to grab a pillow and set it in the floor just between the bed and your makeup table.

“Alright baby,” you said as you plugged your straightener into the outlet, “you sit on the pillow and I’ll get you all squared away.”

Chan did as he was told and shimmied down to sit cross-legged on the pillow. As you situated yourself into the bed behind him, you instructed him to lean back into you, wrapping your legs around him in the process. “Gotta hold you still for good measure,” you grinned.

After peeling Chan’s beanie off, you gave his scalp a quick rub, earning a light moan in response. You took your time combing through his hair, adding some heat protection and a silkening gloss before running the styling tool through it. You made sure you were on the lowest heat setting and were as gentle as you could be. You didn’t want to throw his natural pattern too far off.

Once you’d finished, you made sure to add some holding spray to make sure it would last him the day. “Alright, final check,” you said, swooping your feet out and turning them so you could land in front of him. You let yourself fall down to your knees so that you were straddling his lap. “Okay now look at me,” you instructed. Without really giving him time to cooperate, you placed your hands at his jaw to tilt his head up to eye level with you.

“Perfect,” you smiled, admiring how handsome he looked with his hair on display. “Now tell me-“ you strained as you reached backward to grab a mirror off of your table. “If there’s anything you want me to change,” you said, holding the mirror out to Chan.

He took it carefully before bringing it to his head. He swerved it around, making sure to check every angle. “Wow,” he smiled before lowering the mirror, “you did a good job, babe. It looks really good. Thank you,” he said sweetly before reaching out to grab your hand. He held it so softly, so tenderly before holding it up in front of his lips. He pressed a small kiss onto the back of your hand as he watched you, thanking you again silently with his eyes.

The gesture put a wide grin on your face. You squeezed onto his hand again before leaning into a hug. “You don’t need to thank me, I’d do it any day. But next time…” you said, pulling back, “we’re leaving your curls, okay?” You lightly scratched the back of his neck.

A little smile spread across him. “If you think you can manage it.”

“Oh, you’re gonna love it by the time I’m done with you,” you teased.

Chan wrapped one arm around your waist, letting the other hand trail down to rest on your ass. He held tightly as he pulled you closer on his lap. “I like the sound of that.”

[outro-jo]

Cravings

pairing: chanlix x gn reader

type: imagine

warnings: none unless polyamory/queerness upsets you (leave), just kissing 🥰

request: yes

please read my info before requesting!

masterlist | info

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these things are never planned. the work day was long and you were exhausted but your body’s need for sleep was outweighed by your souls craving for your boys. it had been over a week and with promotions of a new album, the boys just decided it would be better to just stay at the dorms. of course you understood and they were good at keeping contact through text and facetime, you just missed them. you could almost feel the phantom touches on your skin, hear their silly laughter coming from down the hall.

you craved them.

so, when the door opened and shut as you were standing at the stove making dinner you could have sworn you started floating on air. a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, taking you by surprise but the familiar scent and kisses instantly soothed you.

the deep voice chuckled against your lips, “you miss me?” his plush lips turning up into a smirk for just a second before continuing.

“so much.” you breathed out against him. you struggled to reach over and turn off the stove without looking, without separating from your felix and then allowing him to lead you to the couch and pull you on top of him.

the two of you remained like this for some time, his hands steady on your hips, holding you on his lap as you couldn’t get enough of the taste of him. he smelled like his usual intoxicating cologne, musk and lavender mixing in the most perfect way with his laundry detergent and a smell that you could only describe as him.

suddenly it dawned on you, there should be two aussies kissing you. you stopped abruptly and leaned back, giving felix a confused look that he quickly mirrored.

“what’s wrong, my love?” he asked.

“where’s chris?”

he gave you a pout, “he’s finishing up a few things but he’ll be home tonight. said he wanted to sleep in the bed with us tonight.”

you nod in understanding. while the disappointment settled into your chest, it was incredibly short lived as you remembered the blond haired boy in front of you and embraced him once more. again, felix chuckled against your lips and happily sighed.

you don’t know how long the two of you kissed before the door opened and shut again. you really need to invest in some cat bells for these boys or something because they tend to walk in with no indications as to their arrival until they’ve come in physical contact with you. felix’s hands you knew were now on your bum but a new pair of arms were suddenly on your sides, rubbing up and down when you felt lips at the shell of your ear.

“i see the fun’s started without me.” chris teased.

you jolted back and turned to see your other boyfriend smiling widely at you.

“channie!” you squeal and wrap your arms around his neck. “oh, i feel like i can breathe again! my boys are home!”

chris laughed and pressed kisses into your cheek.

“i love finding you both like this.” chris confessed as he took a seat on the sofa next to felix before kissing him.

seeing the two of them, you knew exactly what he meant.

chris pulled back and looked at felix adoringly, “as much as i love kissing you, i’ve had you all week,” he paused and turned to you. “i have to give this one some attention now.”

while still straddling felix, you leaned into chris’ touch, your lips quickly finding each others. felix is never one to keep his hands to himself, allowing them to roam freely around the expanse of your body, his lips occasionally connecting to your and chris’ neck. it felt so good and for the first time in over a week you felt whole again.

after some time, chris’ usual responsibility kicked in and he was the first to pull back, breathing heavily as he looked at you. he decided that you all needed your rest and attempted to corral you and felix to the bed. finally, the two of you laid on either side of chris, arms meeting around his middle and his wrapped protectively around the both of you. an overwhelming feeling of home and safety washed over you as you drifted to sleep that night with your craving satiated… for now.

[byullielle]

Walls Could Talk // Bang Chan x Mafia!Reader

Part 2/3

Trilogy Playlist, Till Death Do Us Part, is what the vows contain. Hitched off to notorious mafia boss Christopher Bahng, and despite her volatile and bratty attitude–it'll be only through her that anyone gets to kill her husband.

Tags: Yakuza/Mafia AU, Est. Marriage, Marriage for Convenience, Eventual Lovers, Smut, Manhandling, Resolved Sexual Tension, Angry Sex, Rough Sex, Hurt/Comfort

Disclaimer: how chan looks in the freeze mv is exactly how he looks in this fic. SEX SCENE IS CONSENSUAL. MINORS DNI. NSFW Content.

Part 1 | Part 3

Guide: F/N - Father's Name

6.1k Words

You lean against the pillar of the infirmary of your manor, watching while Soyeon, your family physician, patches Christopher up. He winces while she gently prods at his bare torso, feeling for any more fractured ribs in the collision.

Minho is laid unconscious to be tended by Joshua, another physician who works under Soyeon. He did hit his head but was conscious enough to make it back to the estate awake. It was a disastrous crash, leaving Jisung and Changbin to clean up the mess left behind while Chris looked at you with mirth laden in his eyes.

You couldn't care less.

The moment you got home with the two injured men in tow, Felix came rushing to you with Jung Hyeon's file, finding out that she had the exact tattoo you found on the assailants the day before on her shoulder. All of them were piece by piece coming together—all your husband had to do was listen.

"We just have to wait for his X-ray results but he'll be alright with a few days of rest and to keep the wrist brace on at all times," Soyeon speaks up after hushed voices directed to Chris.

"Y/N-ah make sure he doesn't go out of the estate his broken ribs aren't fatal, thankfully they're only the floating ribs are affected,"

"Noted, Soyeon-ah," you nod, a bit frigid now that the adrenaline isn't needed yet still flowing through your veins. You nearly feel like your heart could stop in all honesty, a sharp pain stabbing through your chest that you simply take like it wasn't anything.

"Now you," Soyeon approaches before you hold your hand up apprehensively, "I'm not injured, Soyeon-ah,"

"I know," she sighs before taking your hand and pulling you into the doctor's office you set up for her team.

Jeon Soyeon has worked for your family ever since it was her grandmother running the medical field of the Jinyoung group. You were one of the few families who had well-equipped and strictly confidential doctors, making you less susceptible to hospital arrests.

"How are you doing," she asks before you sigh and lean back against the wall.

"The thigh wound isn't that deep, it'll heal in three days,"

She lifts her gaze from your file to you, "You know what I mean,"

"Do we have to do this?"

"The more you repress it, the worse it gets,"

You look down at your feet, hesitating before taking a stressed breath, "Yesterday. Happened while I was taking a bath, I think the attack on me the other day triggered it,"

You look up to see Soyeon's concerned face looking at you, "I dunno, kinda just remembered mom and stuff," you shrug, pulling your hands up against your arms.

She hums, jotting something down on a piece of paper before pocketing it, "Any more?"

"That's it for this week, I don't know if there'll be more,"

"And you still don't want to get medicated?"

"I think therapy is working just fine,"

She cocks a brow up, crossing her arms before leaning against her desk, "Really now?"

"I'm serious, Soyeon," you press your lips together, "I'm getting better, you said it yourself I'm just having some bad days,"

She shakes her head and pulls off from the desk, "Given your current situation with Bahng, those bad days would probably stretch on," she approaches you before placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, a flinch non-existent anymore.

"If you need someone, I'm a call away, okay?"

"Yes,"

Closing the door behind you, you head to Christopher's bedside.

"I'm sorry I nearly killed you," you sit down by the corner with a sheepish look on your face. The bandage on his forehead was definitely standing out, added to his already prominent collection of scars on his face, 'Continuously added by you, always,' your mind so helpfully supplies.

"Your unorthodox ways always seem to help," he sarcastically replies, making you frown a bit.

"You rest, and then I'll let you know what's going on,"

"No," he shakes his head, “You tell me now. You're still gonna help nurse me too aren't you?" he cocks a brow up and you can't help but scoff, "Aren't you a demanding one,"

"You nearly ended my life, Y/N, I don't know what that says about you,"

Somewhat miffed, you can't help but ball up your slightly trembling hands, "I wasn't planning on killing you! I was saving your life,"

"And how sure are you that it was for saving me?" he counters. You couldn't help but be frustrated with him, standing up from the bed while looking down at his sorry state.

"Oh please your injuries aren't even enough to kill you,"

"Maybe if you didn't act on impulse I wouldn't be on an infirmary bed with a gaping wound on my forehead!"

"I don't act on impulse!" you spit out bitterly, "It was a quick decision but I didn't do it without reason," you frown, voice getting higher and higher, more charged and agitated. He sighs and takes your wrist gently, making you jolt up slightly before he pulls you to his side.

"The Jungs aren't easy to lock down, you know that, right?"

"Of course I do,"

"Then you better make this worth it,"

You didn't know if it was him trying to get on your nerves or general mistrust but your hot temper was already on it's full throttle, you weren't about to hear anyone out because fuck that.

"You're so…" you trail off, closing your eyes before rubbing the spot between your brows, taking a sharp intake of breath.

"We won't get anything done here. Rest up," you mumble before walking away. If walking was stomping out of the infirmary then yes, you walk away there with a scowl on your face.

You saved his fucking life, not even a thanks.

'But then again, did you thank him for saving yours?' your brain nags and you stop in your tracks. Shaking your head away and letting out a fed-up groan, you carry on with the journey to your bedroom.

“Yeah well, she asked about where you were. She hung up on me,” Hyunjin recalls in Chan’s office, while his boss turns to Changbin with a cocked brow.

“She didn’t say anything when we left. Jisung did say she’s expecting either of us to follow,” the other guard explains while nursing a glass of whiskey, smoke puffed out of his lips minutes after.

“But Chan…do you mind?” Bin raises his head as he simply nods, “Go ahead Bin,”

“I don’t think she was planning to kill you,” he confesses, “Why go through all that trouble? She could’ve done it a long time ago if she really hated your guts,”

“Yeah but hyung that could be just her plausible deniability so that she doesn’t go suspect if the boss dies,”

“So you’re suggesting she’s pinning this on the Jungs,” Chan speaks up before reaching out to pour himself a glass.

“A little bit like that,” he meekly states, looking down at his glass. Changbin presses his lips together, “Although, I really think Jung is suspect, at least Jung Kwang-ho,”

Chan licks up his lips before sighing, “Clearly Y/N knows something. I might have to even talk to F/N-nim, he knows something about the Jungs,”

Changbin scoffs, “She did seem mad at you boss,” he shrugs, “Maybe apologize first before heading to her? And especially her father?”

Chan furrows his brows at him, simply receiving a shrug before Changbin stands up and grabs the holster harness off Chan’s table, “I’m on night duty today, I will see you two tomorrow,” he nods to Chan who simply nods back. “Good night, boss, Jinnie-ah”

“Good night Bin,”

“Night hyung,”

The door quietly shuts before Chan places his glass down the table, crossing his hands together before leaning against the oak desk, “Do you really think she’s trying to kill me?” he directly addresses Hyunjin, “I’m trying to be objective boss,” he sits up straight, setting his drink down as well, “Although a huge part of me agrees with Changbin-hyungnim, we can’t ever be so sure with her motivations,” he starts explaining.

“Y/N-nim seems so mysterious and closed-off after all, especially after getting married to you,”

Seemingly placated with his response, he leans back against his chair again, pondering the possibilities of what the fuck was happening to his territory. He knew a lot of people wanted him dead, in this world, there were more detractors than support, his head a constant prize amongst the pedestal of drug lords and mafia capos especially when branching out his reach in Asia or his bastardized status of being hailed as heir. If you have the world within your grip, its prickly sides would want you to let go.

He just won’t.

Sighing, he rubs the space between his brows with his fingers. “I’ll apologize to her,” he resolves. "Make sure I don't have any appointments tomorrow,”

“Yes boss,” Hyunjin’s gentle demeanor changes along with Chan’s. 

The heavy weight on your chest makes you unable to breathe, the struggle in your lungs heavily impeding your airflow. You crack your eyes open, a heavy gasp escaping you while you claw at the front of your gown, making Seungmin jolt up from his sleep as he rushes to your side.

“Boss,” he helps you up, concerned and worrying as you can feel the sweat on your back–sickly sticky and cold while the strands of your hair stick to your forehead.

Seungmin squeezes your hands once, looking directly into your eyes as you look around still shaken up by the feeling. “Remember anything? Where are you right now,”

“Bahng estate,” you answer breathlessly, “What time is it?” you turn to him as he checks on his wrist.

“2:30 in the morning,”

“Fuck,” you’ve barely been asleep, 3 hours in. “I– I don’t remember the dream, you frustratedly bunch your hair and rest your elbows on your knees, “But it felt…” you trail off, words dying on your tongue.

“Here, have some water,” he calmly hands it to you.

There’s a tremble to your hands, a little bit shaken as you take a big gulp, downing it in one go as a tired sigh escapes you. Night terrors–never one to quickly leave yet so fleetingly easy to overlook, to suddenly forget about what was so terrifying you felt as if your lungs were taken, left your chest bare and barren.

“I think I need to take a walk,” you shake your head and swing your legs over the bed, your bare feet touching the carpeted floor, “Go get some sleep. If something happens, Felix’ll be there,” you direct to Seungmin. You could see him hesitate, but ultimately take your order to rest up.

Wanting to feel the sensation of the cool floors of the manor you lived in, you forgo slippers, making it out of your room quietly as the patters of bare feet barely echo around.

Unbeknownst to you, Christopher sees your retreating figure, getting up to relieve some of the tensions of a sleepless night himself. Not wanting to impede on your time, he curiously follows behind right after, making sure his footfalls are light.

You feel comfort around the tall walls and wide ceilings of the house, it makes you feel smaller and a little bit more free, compared to the dark hellscape of a nightmare.

You take a few flights of stairs up, the faint crashing of the ocean audible to you from a distance as you hike up, carpeted floors further muting your presence as the textile presents a comforting roughness to it, like overgrown grass or stepping onto smooth gravel.

You could see the balcony doors, making a small skip towards it before opening it, the warm and humid ocean air pouring in contrast to the crisp air conditioning in the house.

With the deepest breath you can intake, you step out to the cool night breeze flowing against your body, barely covered by the silk nightgown and robe slightly damp with sweat.

Letting a shaky breath out, you let the door knobs go, leaving the doors open before heading forward to the ledge, arms placed atop the porcelain balustrade overlooking the moon shining brightly against the pitch-black ocean.

The silence of the night, crashing waves filling your senses vaguely while you let your nightgown brush and flow against your legs, and your bare feet resting against the cool marble, you could finally feel yourself breathe easy again.

Days of high adrenaline never came easy, the thrill of it all addicting to you yet the crash just as terrifying. You get used to it, but it always feels just as suffocating as the first time—it changes but it never tames down.

Pressing your lips together, you couldn't help but start humming a familiar song, letting the melody vibrate past your sealed lips before you could sense someone behind you. Abruptly stopping you turn and gasp to see Christopher leaning by the pillar of the doors. "What are you doing out here so late at night," he questions.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be on bed rest?"

"I'm not invalid, it was a few broken ribs, a wound on the forehead and a sprained wrist," he scoffs, not leaving his post as you simply stand there observing him.

Illuminated by nothing but the moonlight, his features are shaped out by shadows, sharp and chiseled but there was a certain moodiness to his eyes as it stared back at your very soul. You weren't in the mood for it. Y/N L/N loved holding grudges after all. "I'll leave your frolicking to it then," you sigh and detach your body from the balustrade, walking past him before he sighs out.

"I'm sorry for a while ago," his voice permeates throughout the empty hall.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, back turned against him. You walk away, unsatisfied with the flimsy apology. First he implies disloyalty and rebellion, next he disturb your midnight break? Unacceptable.

You knew Christopher could do better than that.

A knock permeates on the door of your father's den. Breathing out a puff of smoke, he signals one of the men to open it. 

You walk in, your four guards following right behind as your father breaks out in a grin. “Well, well, if it isn’t my baby witch of the westside,”

“Enough of this, I have things to ask you,” you sigh before signaling one of the rookies to give you a chair. They immediately comply, scrambling to move as you take a seat in front of your father, spreading the collected pictures in front of him before raising your brows.

“Well?”

“Ah…” he sighs and plucks one of the pictures off the table, “The Jungs, I know this tattoo well enough,” he grunts while leaning back against his chair, taking the cigar between his fingers before inhaling and blowing.

“What do you want to know, little flower?”

“What is the Jung family’s association with the Jinyoung group?” you ask.

He hums, “Trouble in paradise?”

You scoff a bit, rolling your eyes before crossing your arms, “Tough shit. Not a chance,”

A humored laugh boisterously bursts from your father, making him shake his head, “You’ve gotten smarter when you got married,” he side-comments, “Let’s see… Jung and Jinyoung group,” he tries to recall before almost automatically his head guard hands him a file.

“Oh right,” he flips through the papers, “Remember when rumors of Chan’s induction as head of the Bahng household started to transpire?” he raises your brows at you as you nod.

You were there after all.

“Eugene Bahng, the supposed heir was scrambling to get his hands on the position,” he looks down at the file, “Started pawning off promises to each family he could reach, one of them was the Jungs,”

You attentively listen. Christopher’s climb to the heir position was deeply muddled in objection and rejection. Your father was one of the men who sided with him rather than Eugene, the supposed “full-blooded” heir of the capo seat in the family.

He was the one you were supposed to marry, but you decided you wanted to side with Christopher as well. Your marriage fortified his chain to the position, the smallest push to completely desolate the rest of the family to avoid mutiny.

Which was happening now, so it seems.

“Plain and simple, the Jungs want Chan gone so that they could usurp the promised territories for themselves,” your father finishes his wistful little recollection of events. “I was there when Eugene Bahng called the meeting, did you know he promised off Jongseon-do to me?”

“Did you get it?”

He laughs, shaking his head, “That boy was as stupid as his mother. Anyone with a brain knew his propositions fell flack,” he lights up another cigar, “Do you know why I backed Christopher up?”

You look at him with uncertainty. It wasn’t something you questioned, nor something he openly expressed. “Because he was the wiser son,” you try answering with confidence but your father shakes his head.

“I was too much of a coward to put you out there,” he admits, rendering you confused as to just where was this confession coming from, “You are your mother’s daughter, to have you killed because you meddled too much wasn’t in the itinerary,”

You lean back, a small yet steady lump growing in your throat. This was the most empathy your father has shown you in years. “Christopher Bahng. He saw your potential and took you away from my arsenal,” he chuckles before glancing at you. 

“To each your own. Now look at you,” he juts the cigar towards your direction.

“Hunting down those who threaten your family,” he digs the ashen tip into the glass ashtray, “Atta girl,”

Ever since you woke up, you’ve been avoiding Chris. And now that you’ve gotten back home from your father’s estate it seems like your own stubbornness didn’t want to let up. ‘Trouble in paradise,’ you scoff while Jeongin opens the doors for you, ‘If paradise was nowhere in the first place then yes it is trouble,’

It was a little bit petty of you, you were aware of that. In a normal situation, you too would act the way your husband did—you just wanted to get on his nerves. And wanted him to get on your nerves too.

Dangling a bait too delicious to not take was a waste for you, so why make up and apologize properly when you can constantly avoid his attempts to make peace in a civilized and normal manner. 

Time was still running through the hourglass, god knows what the opposing family is up to now but you can go out and play for a little bit more. Chris was still inside the house breathing and alive.

"Miss boss you're home," Hyunjin welcomes you by the foyer before Jeongin takes your bag and holster away, "I'm home," you tiredly announce before stripping your shoes off, handing them to a maid nearby. 

"The boss would like to have a word,"

You cock your brow up at him, turning to his direction, "Suddenly I'm the one adjusting? Tell him this," you take a few steps toward the guard, "I thought he wasn't invalid,"

You walk off with a snotty stride to you, absolutely biting back the smile off your lips when you hear his footsteps retreat back into the house.

Christopher was normally the more patient one out of the two of you; never impulsive, ultimately pragmatic and a thorough planner. Dream guy, you're sure.

But there was a little bit of fun of him blowing a fuse. You just had to be patient and wait in turn. Heading to the living room of the huge house, you tiredly slump down on the velvet couch, reaching out for the book you were previously reading.

Propping your legs up the couch you comfortably lounge on the couch. It doesn't take you 10 pages until the familiar footfalls prick your ears, Chris' heavy footsteps making itself known once he enters the threshold of the living room.

"You're home," he comments, only receiving a noncommittal hum from you. You can almost feel his heavy breath against your nape, picturing him with his hands on his hips, "Are you really doing this, Y/N?"

A response isn't pulled from you, simply flipping the next page of the book before it gets yanked out of your hands, making you look back with a scandalized look. 

"What the fuck is your problem Christopher?!" you shriek, intentionally sharp.

"My problem is that I'm trying to fucking apologize!" he answers back, breaking patience as you nearly quirk your lips up in a victorious smile. Just a little bit more—if it seemed too serious you'd stop.

Rolling your eyes at him, you let out an exaggerated groan of irritation, swerving around the couch to try and overtake him, "It's fucking useless to talk to you," you mutter before stomping off towards the stairs.

"You fucking get back here Y/N L/N," his voice booms throughout the stairwells.

"Or fucking what, Christopher Bahng," you snap, sharply turning towards him, "Why the fuck are you even apologizing,"

"Because clearly we need to keep moving,"

You let out a snide laugh, crossing your arms, "And? I had the impression you could clearly work without me. Save it," you bitterly spit out, stomping your way up the stairs like a toddler.

Chris follows you, almost giving you a small pave of way before nearly pouncing on his prey, speeding up because once you get to the top your back is roughly pressed against the wall with his hands gripping your arms tightly.

"Don't act like a fucking child," he growls, face merely inches away from yours. 

Your eyes flit down to his lips, then to his eyes, a silent message delivered.

Placing your hands into fists you push him away to the best of your abilities, getting him off you before further shoving him until he stumbles back a bit, "You're the child here! Go and wallow in the fact you thought I wanted to fucking kill you," you brashly answer back, with your own snarl against him.

"Should I have known my efforts would be met with such disrespect I would've left you for dead!" you deliver the final blow before something snaps. 

Before you know it, his hand is wrapped around your neck, making your head tingle and breath hitch as he forces you to look into his eyes. If he really wanted to kill you, he would've done so by now—easily being able to snap your neck in half with just his right hand.

Instead his thumbs press down your carotid, punching out a gasp from you. Your eyes meet, and despite the anger and passion burning in his eyes there was a silent question to everything. And you do everything in your power to relay the fact that he's forgiven, that he's free to apologize again and again along with doing as he pleases. 

And what he pleases he does.

With irritation still flaring in your bones, you press your clenched fists against his chest but never truly pushing him away.

"You're a fucking brat," he spits out bitterly, breath fanning against your face. 

"Not like you could do anything about it," you spit out with harshly.

"Watch me," he lets go of your neck only to grab your wrists harshly before throwing you on his shoulder.

A shriek is punched out of you, gripping and clawing at his back in a poor attempt to break free. "Christopher!" you yell, wiggling out before a harsh slap lands against your ass, groaning at the sting before your worldview changes, immediately facing the unfamiliar ceiling of his room while landing on his mattress with a thud.

He immediately gets to it, pulling your pants off with a rough tug. You bite your lip in order to hone in any noises you're threatening to make, gripping the sheets for stabilization before he strips his own clothing off. His half-hard member springs out of his pants and boxers, precum at the tip but not enough to make him wet.

You were salivating over the view before your ankles are pulled towards him as he stands by the edge of the bed, the pits of your knees now hanging off. 

"What, your brain got jogged in there somewhere?" he smirks cockily while pumping his cock with lazy strokes over your bare lower body. You want to close your legs together, feeling your slick leak out of your folds but with the position you were in his legs were lodged between your legs. 

"Look at you," his eyes zero in your leaking pussy, "What a fucking degenerate you are,"

You glare at him, leaning against your elbows before tugging at his dick a bit roughly, precum flowing out upon the contact, "Speak for yourself,"

Without warning, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out before taking his throbbing cock in one go, punching a groan out of him before you graze your teeth against his member, feeling him tense up a bit before easing it into your throat. 

Holding back a gag, your throat contracts and mouth tightens, tongue feeling the veins on him. 

"Fuck," he curses, reaching out to grip your hair but you smack his hand away, digging your long nails into his hips while bobbing your head up and down.

Spit flows from the sides of your mouth, slobbering about his long member. You knew it wasn't the best head you were giving but the way the oxygen was taken away from you by his huge dick obstructing your throat was sending sparks in your brain.

"You're so fucking shitty at this," he mutters before bunching your hair in his hands before bucking his hips.

A whimper escapes you, unable to pry his hands off this time while being forced to take his cock over and over again, the gagging sounds from you music to his ears. "You like that huh? You fucking slut, this is all it needs to shut you up," he sardonically laughs at you before pulling your head away.

You cough out, a mixture of his precum and your slobber accidentally getting out a bit while he gives you time to catch your breath.

"Fuck you," you mutter through tear-muddled eyes and spite. 

"Try," he pushes you down the bed before placing a bruising grip on your hips and lifting before his thumb pads around your clit. A stuttered gasp escapes you, clawing at the sheets below your hands.

"So wet," he whispers almost to himself while running a finger from your clit down to the shallow part of your pussy.

He takes his member with one hand before slapping the head against your clit, making you bite down on your wrist to hold back a mewl at the stimulation. He starts pushing down, tip catching in between your lips while your hips tremble under his hands. 

Eyes screwed shut, a shudder shakes you to your very core. And you know he isn’t faring well either, one of you ready to break the barrier of hate just so that you could move. Giving in, Chris suddenly slams into you, punching a shout from you before you reach out to claw down at the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck- fuck, Christopher,” you mewl out, helpless under his grip as he chuckles at your wrecked state.

“God, already?” he shakes his head, “I’ve barely fucked you,”

“Too– Ngh– Too much! ” you whimper, hands snaking your way up to your chest to press and tug on your pebbled nipples against the silk shirt that you just realize was still on you–wanting to redirect the concentrated pleasure on your pussy somewhere else.

You were going to explode, his dick continuously assaulting the spongy spot right inside as the nerves jolt your body alight with electricity you couldn’t contain, cries and sobs punched out of you in sheer pleasure. The smacking of his hips against your ass was sticky, juices flowing down and spread out you didn’t know which one was yours and which was his.

“You’re–so rough,” you weep.

“You like rough,” he says through spent grunts, slamming into you full force as if he’s simply using you.

His’ to use, your own pleasure to neglect. Like he didn’t give a shit if he hit the right spots as long as his dick was rubbed raw along your warm walls.

He grits his teeth, thumb catching on your clit once again as a shuddering gasp is torn off your lungs for the nth time followed by a litany of moans.

“You wouldn’t…Fuck…act like such a fucking brat…’f y’didn’t enjoy this,” he slurs through the pleasure. Your back arches back against the tandem of his thrusts and the circling of your clit. 

“Shit! Christopher, fuck!” is what’s left of your vocabulary, thighs trembling against his hold as the knot in your stomach painfully tightens, body going rigid for a bit as the squelching sounds of your juices mixed around by his glorious cock echo around the room.

“That feel good huh? Are you gonna cum for me?” he leans down a bit, flames alight behind his eyes, hair plastered to his temple while he runs a hand over his curly hair, moving it out of the way.

You respond with nothing but a high pitched moan, pornographic at best once he slows down his thrusting to a grind.

"What happened to the big bad wolf that regrets keeping me alive?" he sardonically laughs, making you tear up at the sheer humiliation of it all. He stops his grinding, making you squirm around his dick while the walls of your core flutter around his member in anticipation.

"If you didn't keep me alive nobody would fuck you like this,"

Torn between wanting to keep your pride up and just wanting to cum, you sigh out in neediness, coming out as a pathetic and begging moan.

"Please, it escapes you in barely a whisper, "I'm sorry I said that Christopher. Please, just move again," you plead.

"You like begging don't you?" he mocks before starting his reckless and deliciously fast pace again.

He cocks a brow up, making you clench harder around him, his eyes flitting down from where he was sheathed in to your wrecked face, red and blotchy with tears, mouth with a trail of spit.

Your back arches, hands squeezing on your tits as they jiggle underneath your grip due to his ministrations, body slightly jogged around by his sheer force. His thumb is back rubbing circles on your clit, lifting your hips and thigh up before spitting on your swollen bud, picking up the pace.

You're nothing but a moaning mess on the bed, back arched, head thrown back and hips lifted up. The shocks course through your body like live wire as your clit is continuously abused the way your hole was.

"I wanna cum! Christopher fuck, I'm gonna cum!" you hiccup out.

“Then cum,” he lets go of your thighs while still grinding into the walls of your throbbing pussy. “For all I fucking care,” he takes your jaw into his free hand, letting go of your clit making you wail at the abrupt denial of your orgasm.

“No, no, no,” you try to tug his hand back but he moves it to your neck, squeezing with precision making your eyes roll back.

Squeezing his dick around you, it twitches against his member–making you shake and tremble under him as he doesn’t relent with his thrusts. His hands are still on your neck and you can feel the overstimulation rub you raw, making you arch your back and writhe around his hold which garners him to chuckle darkly, letting go of your neck before pushing you further into the bed. 

“You came huh?” he mocks you, making you sob against the sheets as you move your head to the side, body shaken up by his thrusts.

The pain steadily turns into pleasure as another tremor shakes you to your core, unable to speak, only drooling into the sheets with your eyes half-lidded and directed towards Chris. His grunting and moans start to spill out more frequently, thrusts getting more and more erratic.

And you couldn’t keep up the cruel facade, reaching out for his arm before he looks up at you. “Cum already…inside, inside please,” you manage to mutter out and he lets out a laugh of disbelief.

“Shit, Y/N,” his breath hitches. “Ask nicely,”

You whine, high and needy as the tears further spill from your eyes, cock still assaulting your spent pussy, “Chris!” you further keen, almost into a shriek as he hits a deeper spot than normal.

“Please please, cum already Christopher,” you sniffle. “I forgive you already! Please just cum! I can't take it anymore!” it comes out high and wrecked.

He clicks his tongue, "Yes you can," his thrusts become a staccato of shallow ones that did nothing but hit your g-spot.

It was getting too much, the coil breaking only to be tugged and tied back together. Your back constantly arched and legs trying to squeeze shut only to be blocked by Christopher's body.

“Channie!” the last of your brain cells fight, attacking the soft spot you knew he had, making him hiss. “Holy shit,” he huffs before three more erratic thrusts wreck your walls.

Warmth spills inside your hole, a soft sob wrecking your body while Chris cages you in between his arms, watching you as you tremble underneath him, chest fluttering up against the material of your now sweat-riddled shirt.

Then you feel it, while he pulls out, the obscene sound of your juices together coming from your pussy is heard and after a few seconds you can feel fluid flowing down between your folds.

Chris shudders and chuckles in disbelief, “Look at you,” he whispers.

You couldn’t do anything but let out a sigh, tired and definitely exhausted. “F-Feels…so fucking sensitive,” you whimper softly. 

“Wait here,” he mutters, landing two comforting pats against your thigh. 

You don’t know how many minutes it was, but you could feel a damp towel wipe you all over your body, sticky and soiled shirt now removed. He gently lifts you up a bit, deciding that the small yet damp spot by the foot of the bed could be taken care of tomorrow.

Opening one eye open, you could feel the bed dip before coming face to face with his bare body. You look up, and then your eyes meet. “Sleep,” he runs a comforting hand through your hair, then on your cheek.

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss on the soft skin, before detaching.

Kisses were foreign to you and Chris. And although you wanted to ask, there was a nagging fear that pulled you back down as to where your place truly stood.

He pulls the blanket up your body, a gentle caress on your shoulder garnering a soft and satisfied sigh. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again, reaching out for your hand before pressing a gentle and chaste kiss on a healing scab on your knuckles, “And thank you,”

Through closed eyes, you savor his scent through the pillows plush against your head, a hum escaping you. “It’s okay,” you whisper, a hand landing on his bare knee as reassurance, “And I got you,” you spend the last ounce of your strength looking up at him, eyes meeting again. “Always,”

The light shines against your eyes, making you groan before feeling the throbbing soreness of your legs and hips.

Cracking one eye open, you notice the black cashmere covering your body contrasting the sheets you were accustomed to. The smell is also highly reminiscent of Chris' perfume and detergent, the pleasant familiarity helping rouse you out of the sleepy state you were in.

Looking around with a sleepy daze, nobody is found around the room but there is one thing you did come to the realization with. In over 6 months, it was one of the best rest you’ve ever gotten–no nightmares, night terrors, or panic attacks.

Sighing, you get up with a grunt before the door suddenly opens, making you pull the sheets up your bare body before Christopher walks in with a breakfast tray.

“Why were your guards so adamant about asking me how you slept?” he immediately asks while you rub your eyes and let go of the sheets.

“I get a bit restless when I sleep,” you mumble out before running a hand through your toussled hair, “Did something happen while I was sleeping?” you look to him before he shakes his head, handing you a platter of food.

“A few murmurs but nothing alarming,”

“Good,” you hum before taking the utensils with a small thanks.

He hums. “Meet me in my office later,” he orders, and you nod towards him. “Don’t let it wait until tomorrow,”

“I know,”

next chapter would be filled with plot, context, and flashbacks so please brace yourselves for the longest chapter in this series. :)

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― pairing : Minho x fem! reader ― content warnings : wolf AU, reader is a witch, soulmates, this is pure filth honestly, implied choking kink, mirror sex, overstimulaton, medieval settings as always, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 2.723

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

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Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

Strong hands gripped your naked hips, short nails drawing small crescent moon shapes as they sank into your tender skin, as you were riding the boy sprawled on the grass under you. The front leather laces of his shirt were untied, so that the shirt was half-open and allowed you to scratch long red lines along his toned and tan chest. He bent his knees, placing his feet on the floor, and he begun thrusting up into you, meeting you halfway and causing you to jolt forward, using his torso as a support while your nails sank into his skin as well.

«Miss?» a sweet, concerned voice made you snap out of your thoughts. «Are you okay?» You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself with a deep sigh, before looking back at the old lady in front of you with a gentle smile.

«Yes, I’m sorry.» you offered, as you put the small ampoules and the herbs you just purchased into your basket. «I can’t remember if I locked the front door of my house.» you lied.

The lady’s eyes widened, her lips erupting into a knowing smile. «Oh, it happens to me too, an awfully lot of times!» You excused yourself, politely saying goodbye before leaving, and rushed out of the shop. Few steps later, you hid yourself in the partial shadows of a hidden hallway, and you leaned your back against the wall, the hand that was not holding your basket flying on top of your heart just to feel it hammering against your fingers.

Since you can remember, you have always had the gift of foresight, your visions always showing up unexpectedly. The most random visions would come up in your mind at the most unexpected times; sometimes you’d see that in three weeks, you would crave eating soup, sometimes you’d see your neighbour showing up at your door just to ask you out again – you were thankful for that so you could pretend not to be home. But recently, however, your visions were all about a boy. Most of the times, you’d see the two of you having desperate sex, and what confused you the most, was that after the visions wore off, it was as if you could still feel his touch and the warmth of his skin lingering on your skin. The worst part, however, was that you would never see his face. You only had a glimpse of bright golden eyes staring back at you in a luscious manner one day, the sight alone making your thighs tremble, but nothing else.

«What kind of person even has golden eyes, beside witches.» you muttered to yourself, quickly heading towards your house and trying to ignore the hand shaped warm feeling you felt on your waist.

The closest glimpse at his face came few days later, as you were still sleeping. Plump lips sucked on your lower lip, before biting at the soft skin rather roughly, pulling on it, so that you were following his movements as he drew his head back with a choked whimper. The distinct feeling of a warm, big hand around your throat made you turn in bed, unconsciously raising your hands above your head, resting them on the soft pillows. As the boy shoved his tongue between your parted lips, your eyes shot open. You abruptly sat up, blankets pooling around your waist as you stared at your surroundings with flushed cheeks. «Get a hold of yourself, you silly witch,» you mumbled to yourself, trying to calm down. «you will not touch yourself over a vision.»

Morning slowly turned into afternoon, and afternoon eventually turned into evening. The day went by rather smoothly without any other vision, even if your mind occasionally remembered some details about the previous ones and you had to shake your head eagerly in order to get rid of your intrusive thoughts.

Therefore, there you were, kneeled in front of your wooden coffee table with your crystal ball neatly placed in front of you. You used it anytime you needed clarifications about your visions, and sadly, anytime you tried to ask clarifications about the boy you’ve been seeing, nothing ever showed up.

Even if you were not expecting anything, you tried regardless, and this time, a faint image of sweet brown eyes turning into golden while suddenly assuming a little more feral shape, met your surprised gaze. As soon as the image appeared, it disappeared.

«Why do you always have to be so dramatic?» you mumbled, referring to your own mysterious visions as if they could actually hear you, as you through your head back on the couch behind your back, a dejected sigh escaping your lips.

«I’m sure I’ve said enough times I’m not interested in going out with you.» you answered back with a monotonous tone, your long skirt dancing around your legs as you were busy striding away from your insisting and obnoxious neighbour. It took you all of your willpower not to give up to the temptation of turning around and turn him into a small fly, but you realized he would still be annoying you. You quickly turned left, walking in the small and deserted hallway, and the only thing preventing you from falling back on your butt were two strong arms immediately locking around your waist, your skin suddenly feeling warm.

«You okay?» the boy quietly mumbled, only for you to hear. You nodded, a strange sensation of familiarity pervading your senses; as you were about to look at your mysterious saviour, your neighbour’s obnoxious voice interrupted what could have been a perfect and romantic first meeting.

«One date,» he said, «I promise you’ll ask for more.» Everything about him made your body itch with the instinct to punch him in his stupid face. You were about to turn around and actually give in to the temptation, when the boy acted before you, his arms shifting and now resting more casually – yet somehow still protectively, around your waist.

«Is he bothering you, love?» the boy’s harsh and protective tone made your head snap to look at him, and you almost fainted. Another wave of familiarity pervaded your senses as you slowly took in the boy’s handsome features.

“It’s him,” you thought, recognizing the boy that was holding you from your visions. You had all the confirmations you needed as his eyes shortly met yours, the sweet brown eyes’ your crystal ball showed you few days earlier staring back into your soul.

«You didn’t tell me you had someone.» the obnoxious neighbour spat with a venomous tone, once again.

«Did you even ask?» you spat back, slowly turning around in the black haired boy’s arms; whose now had his chin resting on your shoulder as the both of your stared at your neighbour walk away while muttering incomprehensible sentences.

As soon as your neighbour turned right and therefore back in the crowded street and consequently out of sight, the boy’s hands quickly leaded you into a deeper and hidden part of the hallway, hastily backing you up against the brick wall, anticipation and excitement growing in your chest as his sudden rough ministrations. His leg was between yours, and your hands immediately reached around his neck.

«I’m Minho,» he whispered, offering his name, desire transpiring in his tone as his lips repeatedly brushed over yours as he spoke; his lips crashed on yours, and you arched your back in a whimper because finally you could experience first-hand the touch you’ve been craving for weeks. You both felt as if your surroundings disappeared, and you were not about to grope on each other while hiding in the shadows of a public street. You and Minho kissed as if you have been doing it for your whole life, Minho’s lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck as his left hand travelled on your leg, lifting up your skirt as his hand reached higher.

«I’ve been looking for you everywhere,» he whispered with strained whimper against your lips, as his hand tightly gripped the soft flesh of your thigh. You realized one of the visions you had was about to happen, when Minho loosely wrapped his hand around your throat, before harshly biting at your lower lip, he slightly drew his head back so that you’d inevitably follow his movements with a choked whimper, as your hands snaked in his soft black hair. «I was about to go crazy if I had another vision.» Minho added, his eyes flashing a bright golden colour, before shoving his tongue between your parted and waiting lips. You kissed as if your lives depended on it, taking out weeks of pent up frustration on each other because finally, you were meeting your mate in real life. The kiss grew gentler as time passed; you went from desperately pulling on each other clothes in the hopeless attempt to feel closer, to gentle kisses while caressing each other cheeks between suddenly shy giggles.

With a final peck, you and Minho stopped your desperate kissing session, looking at each other with lustful eyes and gentle, wide smiles. Both your clothes and your hair was a mess, and you both decided to go to your house following some back hallways, Minho’s fingers intertwined with yours.

«If I have to get burned at the stake,» you explained, «I want it to be because I’m a witch, not because I had sex in public places.» Minho’s arm confidently draped around your shoulders as you kept walking.

«We both know you’re gonna love it.» he seductively whispered against your ear, and your cheeks flushed red. He was right, one of the first visions you had was about Minho fucking you against a wall and from what you saw, id definitely didn’t look like you were inside a house.

You introduced yourself as well along the way, and before you realized it, you were both sitting on your couch. Minho told you that he was happy to finally meet his mate. He explained he was a wolf, and that he and his pack recently moved near your village. Strangely enough, all his pack’s mates were witches, so he somehow expected you to be one as well; this was the main reason why he was not surprised about strange visions starting the day after they claimed the forest their territory. Once he told his pack about it, they all encouraged him to look for you.

«I was losing hope since I couldn’t find you.» Minho’s gentle voice explained, «But then we had the most cliché meeting, ever.» he added, with a soft chuckle. You nodded at his words, feeling guilty since you never looked for him; your visions would have come true eventually, you simply settled for waiting.

«That must have been quite intense.» you giggled, «I’ve had the gift of foresight since I was a kid, but I imagine that seeing random things out of the blue must have been strange.»

Minho’s eyes widened at your words, before nodding eagerly. «The first time I had one was while I was having a dream,» he explained, «I thought of it as a… Suggestive dream.» Minho’s gentle fingers reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. «The next time it happened while I was in my wolf form, I had to shift back because I was about to walk my way in your village not minding of the consequences of a wolf randomly showing up and looking for his mate.» you found yourself nodding once again, your hand reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his.

«We’ll probably share an awful amount of visions, from now on.» you smiled, furrowing your brows as you felt guilty for intruding his thoughts with your gift. Minho offered you the gentlest smile you have ever seen, and your heart soared. You let him pull you against his body, manoeuvring you so that you were sitting sideways on his lap.

«Honestly,» Minho kissed your shoulder, his arms securely holding your waist «All it matters for me is to be together.»

You smiled at him, murmuring a soft «It’s the same for me.» and you spent the night awake, talking about your lives before meeting each other.

Another vision you had in the past weeks, came true few days later. Minho was pounding into you from behind while pulling your back flush against his tan chest by holding your neck, his length sliding in and out of you with extreme ease due to how wet you were. Minho’s left hand fondled with your breasts as his teeth were busy biting your earlobe and leaving wet traces of kisses and bites along your neck.

Even if the feeling of Minho’s touch lingered on your skin anytime your visions wore off, always leaving you flustered, you had to admit that the faint lingering feeling did not felt even close enough to how intense having sex with Minho actually was. His hands were all over you, fondling and teasing your body while his length moved in a rough pace, drawing pleased moans from your lips as your head was thrown back on his shoulder. Minho’s hand reached up from your throat to cup your jaw, harshly moving your head to the side, both of you making eye contact with each other through the full size mirror near to your bed.

«Keep going, love.» he smirked, slowing down his pace to deep and slower thrusts. «I want you to look at yourself getting fucked.» you caught a glimpse of your completely fucked out expression – cheeks flushed red, your lips parted in constant whimpers and moans and your eyes glossy due to all the pleasure you were feeling, and you almost felt embarrassed. The feeling did not last long, as Minho’s grip went back on your throat as his length rammed into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over.

«I can feel you squeezing me, fuck, love.» Minho’s strained moan reached your ears as you made eye contact with his now bright golden eyes through the mirror. «I’m gonna come if you keep pulsing around me like that.» you teasingly smiled at him, raising a brow in silent challenge as your right hand squeezed his ass, sinking your nails in the firm skin, and your left hand reached out on top of the one he held around your throat. Minho kept kissing your neck, his hands still rubbing at your nipple, and your orgasm hit without a warning as he kept brushing that sweet spot inside you. You felt yourself leaking over his length, wetness trickling down your legs as you moaned around him, begging him not to stop. Minho happily obliged, continuing to fuck you while harshly biting on your skin, chasing his release. You shut your eyes, struggling to catch your breath as the post orgasm sensation wore off and waves of overstimulation made your body spasm on its own. Minho eventually pushed your body down, your head now pressed against the mattress and your hands desperately gripping at the blankets as the annoying sensation of being overstimulated subdued to pleasure once again. Minho’s fingers reached out to intertwine with yours in a tight grip, and you felt a new wave of wetness spreading between your folds as you saw his almost white knuckles in addition to hearing his blissed moans. Minho’s forehead rested between your shoulder blades as he buried itself completely inside you, coming with a loud moan. The feeling was enough to trigger your second orgasm, and you came with quick, consecutive whimpers of his name.

«Do you think all the vision we saw are going to happen?» Minho quietly asked you, as the two of you were now cuddling naked under you blanked draped over your waists, after you both cleaned up.

«They always come true,» You nodded, sighing at the sensation of his fingertips continuously and gently caressing your back. «It’s just a matter of time.»

Minho hummed, kissing your hair. «I can’t wait for you to ride me in the woods, then.»

«I can’t believe my mate is a pervert.» you giggled, feeling Minho chuckling as well while he held you closer to his body with a content sigh. «But honestly, me too.» you admitted, murmuring on his chest before pecking just above his heart.

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[krosiefics]

hotel strangers • bangchan [strangers to admirers]

Wc: 2.2k

Summary: Stray Kids goes on a vacation and even on vacation Chan still wants to work. So not being able to focus with the boys in his room he heads down to the hotel’s small cafe in the lobby, where a girl asks if she can sit near him. He leaves her with his hoodie with a little note after she falls asleep.

Tags: fluff, afab!reader, idol!bangchan, changing pov, bangchan is such a softie, he’s so kind :(, influencer!reader, student!reader, basically y/n is an student influencer (slay), workaholic!chan, strangers to admirers(?), idk sorry if I missed one.

This is also my first time publishing anything on tumblr so not rlly sure how it works yet…BUT GO CHECK OUT MY AO3 lol it’s linked at the bottom…I think

Bangchan

“Are we good?” Felix asks in a deep voice, shielding his face from the other hotel guests in the world, our manager nods at us handing us a room key. “Okay, I’ll get the others, you get the bags.” Felix complies and goes towards the cart with all our luggages. “Hey, we’re good.” I say giving a thumbs up to the boys as I walk up to them. “Great,” Seungmin sighs, “I can finally dump myself onto a bed.” I chuckle at his words and gather Hyunjin and Changbin.

“Hyung,” Jeongin pokes at me, I look at him hoping that he just tells me and doesn’t make me guess, “that baby is so cute.” I look over in the direction where he’s pointing, there is a little boy around three or four, yanking an older girl by her clothes, the girl tugs at it so that he doesn’t expose her skin. I chuckle at their interaction, and agree with Jeongin that the kid is cute.

“Chris, wait!” The girl says quickly chasing the little boy who is now tugging at my hoodie. “Huh?” I look up at her in response to my name being called- oh…the kid, right.

“Sorry about him,” the girl apologizes quickly, I just see her soft eyes from behind the face mask she’s wearing. Me still wearing mine, I smile at her- forgetting that she can’t see it but at least she’ll see my eyes- “No, no, no,” I wave it off, “he’s little it’s okay.”

“Hey buddy.” I smile at him, as I squat down to his level, his eyes scan my face looking for a sense of safety (even though he came up tugging my hoodie). He suddenly beams at me. He waves back shyly before tugging at the girl's hand, “Hungry, Auntie.” He pouts and signs to his mouth what I’d assume is ‘eat’ in sign language. His sister chuckles down at him before taking his hand, she apologetically bows once more before walking off with her little brother.

“He was so cute, hyung.” Jeongin coos as the two walk away towards the small cafe in the lobby area. I roll my eyes at him in a playful manner before gathering the others once more and making our way up stairs.

After showering and eating a few granola bars, I plop in front of the desk that’s in the hotel room and open my laptop, looking at the samples of music and lyrics I have written on the notes app. “Hey Channie hyung.” Jisung plops onto the bed, I hum at him in acknowledgment, “Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin are coming over to watch some TV and maybe play some Switch,” he says as he fiddles with the game console in his hands, “wanna play?”

“No gonna work.” Jisung pouts at me, but nonetheless turns on the TV at low volume and flips through the different channels available.

A few moments later there’s knocking at the door which only signifies that the others have arrived. A few more moments passed, I decided to put on my headphones to muffle the noise of the guys yelling and laughing, but it’s useless. I grow so agitated and annoyed at the sound, I’d never snap at them to shut up. So I just simply pick up my work stuff, shove it in a bag, and leave.

As I’m waiting in the elevator, I sigh, not knowing how to complete these lyrics or how to add the bit of snare and drum me and Changbin had sampled into the song.

I reach the lobby area and scan for a table, I remember the cafe area at the back of the hotel. I pull my hoodie over my head, covering my face. Shuffling out of the elevator to avoid any unwanted attention. I chose the back of the long table that lined the wall, so I’m further away from the ruckus that is still happening in the lobby at 11pm.

Y/N

“Augh.” I groan as I drag myself out of my hotel room with my backpack in hand. I’m so tired right now, I don’t wanna go study- ugh but I guess I’m grateful that my professor let me off with having an important event to go to. A notification pinged at my phone, I reached down to check it- another follower…wow great.

I scroll through my Instagram page and look at all the views I get on my hair transformation videos. I closed my eyes, why did I ever wanna be an influencer again?

I pushed the elevator button and it coincidentally was already on my floor. I walk in and head towards the lobby. As the elevator doors open, I’m met with so many people still in the lobby in bright colored outfits. Guess they’re going partying, I shrug to myself.

I sit near the front end of this insanely long table that lined the wall.

Opening my backpack, I connect my headphones to my phone and I slam my textbooks down onto the table and start reading through them. I do my best to block out the noise of the people in the lobby- but I can’t, they’re so freaking loud, with their laughter and their excited shouting. Ugh!

I pick up my stuff and move towards the solemn corner area where one guy seems to be studying too. I place my stuff a few seats away from him. I guess it might be disrespectful not to ask him if I can sit near him. I walk over and lightly tap his shoulder, he looks up and brings his hand to his ear to take off one of his headphones. “Sorry, can I sit here? It’s too loud over there to study.”

“Oh sure,” He smiles at me, “that’s the same reason I came over here.” He looks familiar, I don’t know from where- oh that’s right, from the lobby with Chris. I thank him before going back to my sitting area and begin my torturous studying yet again.

I sit back comfortably on the booth-like chair, pull my headphones back over my ears and log into my university’s website where I can rewatch pre-recorded lessons on the day's subject.

Bangchan

My eyes flicker over to the girl that’s sitting near me, I recognized her as the girl in the lobby with the baby from earlier. Her soft eyes gave it away. She’s hunched over jotting stuff down in her textbook while simultaneously scanning the computer screen. I guess she’s studying.

I recenter my attention on my task at hand, the laptop screen filled with different beats and random lyrics that popped into my brain at the most random times, they’re just…everywhere on the laptop. I have so many tabs open and so many notes as well. I’m so tired already. It’s been a while since that girls been sitting there…how long? I glance at the clock on my screen, 1:24 am. Damn.

I bury my face into my palms, digging at my eyes that are threatening to close at any second.

Suddenly loud shrieks snap me out of my drifting, I look up and see two excited girls rushing my way. Oh God, did they recognize me? But my mask and hoodie are on. As the girls approached, they stood in front of the girl next to me. “Are you the Y/N?!” One of them says enthusiastically, “Huh,” The girl squints at them before shaking her head, “no, yeah I am…why?” At that, two girls squeal even more, they start rambling on how they love her Instagram reels and how they wish she could style their hair. The girl, Y/N, looks tired but tries her best to respectfully get them to leave her be. About twenty minutes later they finally leave and the tired girl slumps in her chair.

“Sorry about that,” She speaks up, I look up at her confused, “you probably wanted quiet too.” She continues with a weak tired smile, I wave her off, “It’s fine really,” I smile reassuringly, “I thought they were coming towards me if I’m being honest.” Her brows furrowed in confusion, “You an influencer too?” I chuckle lightly at that and nod slightly, “I guess you could say that.”

“What’s your name?” She smirks.

“Chris or Chan, either one really.”

“Y/N.” She states before smiling to herself and turning back to her laptop.

We both go back to the work we had previously been doing. An hour later a thump sound made me look up, Y/N had slumped on her computer and fallen asleep. I rub my eyes and stretch my arms over my head, I tap my phone screen to check the time yet again, it’s almost 3 am. The screen filled with notifications from Jisung and Changbin wondering where I was this whole time. I text them back that I’ll be up in a bit. I glance back over at Y/N, I shouldn’t just leave her here.

The A/C unit rumbled overhead causing her to flinch slightly as cold air blew towards her, she didn’t wake though. I quickly remove my hoodie and place it over her body. I still couldn’t just leave her here, I took a small piece of paper she had scattered on the table, scribbled something before putting it in the pocket of my hoodie.

“God where is she?” A voice suddenly neared us, I flinched away from her, pretending to pick up my stuff. “There you are! Y/N! Sis, wake up.” The girl lightly shook her awake, Y/N stirred in her sleep not wanting to get. I finish packing up my stuff and put my headphones over my ears again before getting up and hoping that that girl is actually Y/N’s sister. Guilt tok over me, imagining something bad would happen to her if she wasn't her sister, so I waited around the corner.

“What’re you doing here?” I heard Y/N say groggily, “You said you would be gone for two hours- it’s been four!” “Okay, okay.” She shuffles, the sound of paper rustling signaled to me that she’s getting her stuff together. ‘She knows her then.’ I think to myself before heading towards the elevator.

While waiting I hear their voices again.

“Oh I guess he left.”

“Who?”

“The guy who was sitting next to me..he was sweet.” Y/N yawned, “When did I get this hoodie?”

The elevator doors and I got in quickly closing it before they could catch up to it. Why is my face feeling so warm? Ugh, my stupid heart’s beating so fast.

Y/N

“When did I get this hoodie?” I yawned, touching the material that wasn’t on me prior to me sleeping. “I was gonna ask you that, you’re more of a flannel and cardigan kinda girl.” My sister, Megan, snorted. I shrug, shoving my hands into the pockets as we walk towards the elevator.

“Damn, one just left.” Megan quirks as she presses the up button. A small piece of paper rubs against my fingers, “There’s something in here.” Megan just hums at me, curiosity taking over, I pull the folded paper out, unfolding it and scanning the words scribbled on the page.

Get back to your room safe, good night.

It was nice meeting you Y/N -Chan

I smile fondly at the note, though something else caught my eye. Under his name it had an @ for Instagram. I pull out my phone from my pants pocket and quickly open the app. ‘What am I doing!? You literally spoke to him once- twice the entire time you were there! But he was cute- Y/N NO- but…’ My mind shouted and questioned many things but I nonetheless typed the username and followed the private account.

I smiled to myself as Megan and I finally reached our hotel room.

After showering I plop down on my bed ready to submerge myself into the happy depths of sleep but my phone lighting up had different plans.

I reached over to flip it upside down when an Instagram notification saying that @CBahngC accepted my follow and followed me back.

Like the weirdo I am, I look through his most recent photos and smile to myself when I see pictures of him smiling with his friends.

Wow, he really is good-looking.

I feel warmth spread through my cheeks at the thought.

The little message icon had a red dot, signifying that I had a DM flashed on the screen. I opened it with a smile, as my heart skipped a tiny beat.

CBahngC: Hi :)

Thanks for reading…this is actually on ao3 if you wanna show it some love over there as well :3

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Five Star (Chanlix) 🔞

Synopsis: Chris is a depressed college student. Felix is the hot delivery guy who shows up at his door.

Tags: Unprotected sex (obvs), depression, massages that turn into sex, pet names

A/N: This is literally your classic pizza guy porno trope. Happy Sunday Night!

Chris clicked “place order” on the UberEats app and tossed his phone to the side. He had 10 notifications from his school email that he was ignoring. Half were from his professors. He hadn’t been to class in over 2 weeks. After the fight with his parents at the beginning of the year over changing his major, and surrendering to their desire that he stick with his business major instead of switching to music, he’d barely left his apartment. He’d taken a music theory class as an elective the previous semester and fallen in love. His parents insisted it wasn’t practical and they’d stop paying for his tuition and apartment if he changed his major. So Chris had given up. On all of it.

He’d been awake for at least 24 hours and he couldn’t quite remember the last time he showered. He was singlehandedly keeping the kids who worked for his zip code of UberEats in business. Chris shuffled into the kitchen and pulled a beer out of the fridge. His phone went off right as he sat back down.

Felix is on his way with your order.

“Huh,” Chris mused. That was an unusual name. Of course one of the previous drivers was named Neveah so maybe it wasn’t that unusual. He took a sip of his beer and leaned his head back on the couch. He hated feeling like this, but he wasn’t sure how to fix it. A loud knock made him jump.

“Yeah, hold on!” he grabbed his wallet and opened the door.

“Double cheeseburger extra bacon and large fries and onion rings for Chris?” the delivery guy, apparently named Felix, read off the tag. He was hot. He was really hot. He was lean with blonde hair and freckles dusting his nose and cheeks with what Chris could only describe as the face of a god. The second thing he noticed was he was Korean. Chris only knew one other Korean in the whole school. He couldn’t stop himself from staring.

“Is that right?” Felix asked, prodding Chris for a response.

“Yeah, yeah that’s me. I’m Chris,” he said, fumbling with his wallet for the tip.

“Well, Chris, your arteries might slam shut after this,” Felix smiled.

“Maybe,” he handed Felix a $10 bill. He reached in his pocket to get change.

“No, keep it,” Chris insisted.

“That’s like a 75% tip,” the other boy pointed out.

“I know,” Chris knew he was still staring.

“Are you...okay?” Felix asked. It was the first time anyone had bothered to ask him for the sake of asking. Chris couldn’t stop his eyes from welling up behind his glasses.

“No, no I’m not okay,” he shook his head. He clutched his food bag and tried not to start sobbing in the hallway.

“Hey, whatever it is, it’ll work out,” Felix said.

“It won’t. It really won’t,” tears fell on Chris’s glasses and the bag.

“Can I come in?” the delivery boy with the face of an angel asked.

“Sure,” Chris sniffed.

He carefully took Chris’s elbow and stepped inside, steering them to the couch. The apartment looked like a depressed person lived there. It was a mess with old food containers from previous meals scattered on various surfaces. Felix gently took the bag from him and placed it on the coffee table, shoving trash out of the way to do it.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked.

“It’s my parents,” Chris confessed. “If I don’t stay in the major they want me to stay in then they’ll cut me off. I have to stay the perfect Korean son, you know? I got a B for the first time in my life last semester. I’m lucky I’m smart or I would’ve flunked completely. Of course, now I’m flunking because I haven’t gone to class in weeks. I hate my major so much, though. I’m miserable.”

“What do you want to do?” Felix asked, his voice deep and soothing.

“Music. I took a music theory class last semester and it just...spoke to me. I’m in business right now and it’s awful. It’s boring and my classmates all think they’re gonna be CEOs one day. We’re in Indiana for fuck’s sake,” he looked up after he cussed. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” the other boy smiled. “I’m a delivery guy because my parents didn’t want me giving up a full ride scholarship to Stanford for the dance program here.”

“You dance?” Chris asked. Felix nodded.

“It’s my life. I’m good at other stuff, but dance has my soul. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. They basically disowned me, but I know they’ll get over it when I make it big someday. Then I’ll be the good Korean son,” he smiled.

“So you get it,” Chris took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

“I definitely get it,” Felix put his hand on top of Chris’s.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be holding you up. You should go,” he said.

“You were my last delivery. It is almost 1am,” Felix told him. Chris looked at his watch. He’d even totally lost track of time.

“Then you should go home. You probably have class…” Chris began.

“Honestly? I hate my roommates and try to stay out of there as much as possible. I’m happy to stay as long as you need someone to sit with you,” Felix replied.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to guilt you into anything,” Chris said.

“I’m the only boy. Guilt has no effect on me anymore,” Felix laughed a little.

“I’m an only child,” Chris said.

“Oh shit, that’s rough,” Felix winced.

“Yeah. I guess guilt still does work on me,” he said.

“Not everyone is as resistant as I am,” the other boy grinned. “You should eat. I’m sure your burger is cold by now.”

“Like I haven’t eaten cold Chinese food for a week,” Chris laughed, but it sounded more like a sob.

“Changed it up, huh?” Felix teased.

“I was getting sick of Kung Pao chicken,” he replied. He opened the bag then looked at Felix. “I’m sorry. I can share.”

“I’ll just have an onion ring. However, I will take a beer if you’ve got any left,” Felix eyed the bottle on the table.

“They’re in the fridge. Help yourself,” Chris replied.

“Thanks,” Felix got his beer then sat back down. Chris had already finished half the fries and onion rings combo.

“Damn, you were hungry,” Felix observed.

“Actually not really. I think I make up for not sleeping by eating,” the other responded.

“How long have you been awake?” he asked. Chris thought for a second.

“Well, I thought it was 24 hours, but if it’s 1am then it’s really more like 27 or 28,” he replied.

“You haven’t slept in 27 or 28 hours?” Felix did a very poor job hiding his surprise. Chris shook his head.

“You need to sleep,” he insisted.

“I can’t. I’ve tried. I end up staring at the ceiling because my brain won’t stop spinning,” Chris sighed. Felix shifted a little in his seat.

“I know I’m a total stranger, but I know a lot of massage techniques so maybe I could give you a massage before I go?” he suggested.

“That would be nice,” Chris replied, dropping his gaze.

“You wouldn’t need to get naked. I can work just fine over clothes,” he was quick to add.

But what if I want to? Chris thought.

“I like that idea,” was what came out instead.

“After you shower then,” he suggested.

“I...don’t remember when’s the last time I took a shower,” Chris blushed.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to drag you in there and make sure you do it,” Felix seemed completely unphased by his statement. He seemed completely unphased by all of it. Chris was sitting there in a shirt that was falling apart and dirty sweatpants. He may or may not have smelled bad. Yet this stranger seemed okay with it. Though Chris supposed he wasn’t a total stranger. Felix understood what it felt like to be the perfect son and the crushing weight that came with it. He wasn’t only gorgeous, he was ballsy.

“You’re staring,” Felix said.

“Oh, sorry,” Chris immediately looked down at his lap again. Felix laughed softly, but it wasn’t hurtful. It was indulgent.

“I’m used to being stared at,” he told him. “Hazard of the profession.”

“Right,” Chris dared to look up.

“And I also know how hot I am,” he smirked. Chris felt his whole body blush. If that was even possible.

“I...you...I didn’t mean to…” Chris stuttered. Felix put his hand on top of Chris’s.

“Hey, I’m not gonna take advantage of you. I can tell you’re not doing well. I just want to help,” he insisted.

“Thank you. I mean, not that I thought you would. I haven’t had a guy like you ever even remotely try to flirt with me,” he replied.

“And what kind of guy am I?” Felix grinned.

“Nice, hot, brave enough to stick it to your parents,” Chris said, averting his eyes again. Felix gently turned his chin back to look at him.

“I have a feeling you’re pretty nice and hot when you aren’t stuck in this vicious cycle,” he said.

“You think so?” Chris was genuinely surprised by the compliment.

“Let’s get you showered and I’ll give you the best massage of your life,” Felix smiled softly.

“Okay,” he nodded. Felix got up and put the leftovers in the fridge. He pulled Chris up off the couch. He was strong for his size. Very strong.

“I’ll take care of you, Chris,” he told Chris when he bumped up against his chest.

“You will?” Chris tightened his grip on Felix’s hands.

“I will,” Felix confirmed.

“Thank you,” Chris whispered.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s get you showered,” he said. Felix started the shower and pulled Chris’s top off over his head. They stared at each other for a moment.

“You can take your shoes off since you’re gonna be here a while,” he said.

“Right,” Felix looked down at his feet. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Chris took the opportunity to take off his sweatpants and underwear and get in the shower. He was closing the curtain when Felix came back.

“You could’ve just told me you wanted to preserve your modesty,” he said. Chris was glad Felix couldn’t see his face.

“You did need to take off your shoes,” he replied.

“Fair enough. Should I get you clean clothes?” Felix asked.

“I’ll be okay with the towel,” Chris thought for a moment.

“Now you’re getting risqué,” the other boy teased, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. “Make sure you scrub everything.”

This guy really knew how to make him blush. Chris went as quickly as he could while remembering to wash his hair along with everything else. He shut off the water.

“Towel please,” Felix passed it to him without pulling back the curtain. Chris wrapped it around his waist and stepped out. Felix gave him a quick once over.

“Not bad,” he grinned.

“Thank you,” Chris replied quietly.

“Just the truth,” Felix followed him into the bedroom.

“How do you want it? You can put your clothes back on or any level of undress you’re comfortable with,” he said. Chris took a deep breath.

“If I cover myself with only the towel?” he asked.

“I promise I will remain professional. I won’t touch you anywhere you don’t want me to,” Felix told him. Chris knew he was serious.

“Okay,” he nodded.

“Got any lotion?” Felix asked.

“Top drawer,” the other replied as he settled on the bed. Chris hoped Felix would ignore the other 2 things in the drawer. At least for the moment. Felix didn’t say anything as he pulled out the bottle of lotion and settled next to one of Chris’s legs.

“Are your feet ticklish?” he asked.

“No,” Chris shook his head.

“Then I’ll start there,” Felix slowly started massaging Chris’s feet. He had no idea they were that tired and sore when he was barely walking around his apartment.

“Feel good?” Felix asked.

“Yeah, really good,” Chris replied. Felix moved up his calves. “So what year are you?”

“Sophomore. I’m 20,” Chris said, propping his chin up on his folded arms.

“I’m a freshman. Gonna have my 19th birthday next month,” Felix replied. “Damn you’ve got some knots in your calves.”

“You can go harder. If you need to,” Chris told him. Felix leaned more of his weight down on Chris’s legs.

“You’re definitely gonna make me work,” Felix laughed a little.

“You don’t have to,” Chris started.

“I told you I’d do it, so I’m gonna do it,” he slowly worked his way up Chris’s body until he reached the edge of the towel covering his ass.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“Ummm, work on my back first?” Chris suggested.

“Sure,” Felix positioned himself on the back of Chris’s thighs and began working out his tense back muscles. He felt himself relax for the first time in weeks under Felix’s hands.

“Wow,” Felix said.

“What?” Chris asked.

“You’re making some pretty suggestive sounds there,” he grinned.

“I was?” Chris turned to look at him. Felix leaned down so his chest was almost flush with Chris’s back.

“The only time I make a guy sound like that is when I have my cock in his ass and I’m fucking him into the mattress,” he breathed against Chris’s ear.

“Would you...do that to me?” Chris swallowed hard.

“Only if you want me to,” Felix replied. “Though I would’ve thought you’d be a top.” Chris shook his head.

“I am very much a bottom,” he replied. He rolled over under Felix so he was fully exposed, half hard, with a fully clothed Felix straddling him.

“What do you want from me?” Felix asked, not so subtlety eyeing Chris’s dick.

“I want you inside me, but...be gentle…” he stumbled over the words.

“Do you want me to make love to you?” Felix raised an amused eyebrow.

“I hate that term, but yes,” Chris consented.

“I can do that,” Felix pulled off his shirt and tossed it somewhere to the side. He leaned down and carefully kissed Chris. It was like an electric shock when their skin touched. For as much as Felix was trying to be gentle and take it slow, a fire ignited in the cores of their beings. Chris pulled Felix closer, licking into his mouth, holding onto his cheeks.

“I need you, Felix. I need you so much,” he breathed, eyes glossing over with tears again.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Felix reassured him, kissing his nose, cheeks, then his lips. “I’m right here.”

Felix managed to sit up long enough to wrestle out of the rest of his clothes and get the condoms and lube. Chris pulled him back down almost immediately.

“I’m gonna take good care of you. Don’t worry, baby,” he cooed as he lubed up his fingers. He teased at Chris’s rim causing his breath to hitch. “Relax, baby. I have to prep you.”

“Okay,” Chris replied. Felix carefully slid one long, thin finger in then another one quickly behind it. He slowly massaged Chris’s sensitive inner walls, feeling him relax under his touch. Once he had 3 fingers in, he began to scissor Chris’s hole open. Chris dropped his head against the pillow and sighed.

“Feel good, baby?” Felix asked.

“Uh huh,” Chris breathed. “It’s been a while.”

“I’ll be gentle until you tell me otherwise,” Felix kissed him slowly, withdrawing his fingers.

“Felix…” Chris whined when he felt empty.

“Don’t worry,” Felix sat up and rolled on the condom ensuring it was generously lubed. Chris didn’t even have to be prompted to spread his legs. Felix pushed into him gently, watching for signs of pain or distress. Chris pulled him down against his chest and wiggled his hips, fully seating Felix inside him. He placed panting kisses on the corners of the other boy’s mouth.

“We’ve got time, baby,” Felix smiled. Chris looked up at him.

“Go deep. I want to feel you in my lungs,” he breathed.

“I don’t think I’m quite that big, but I’ll do my best,” Felix laughed, showing his dimples. He brushed Chris’s bangs back and began grinding his hips hard against Chris’s pelvis. Chris was dying for a connection. Maybe this was the wrong way to go about it, but it felt good. It felt right - having the delivery boy buried balls deep in him. Then Felix brushed his prostate for the first time.

“Fuck!” he grunted.

“Found somewhere good?” Felix teased. Chris nodded. Felix lied down so his entire body was on top of Chris’s and rolled his hips.

“You want me to finish you fast or keep going?” he asked, his face in Chris’s neck.

“Surprise me,” Chris replied, barely above a whisper. Felix kissed him hard, brushing his most sensitive spot with every roll of his hips. Chris whined into his mouth as he felt his orgasm building.

“Stay with me,” he breathed against Chris’s mouth. Felix snapped his hips into Chris two, three times and then Chris came hard between them. Chris was writhing around, smearing come all over both of them. Felix emptied into the condom with a feral growl. Chris dimly registered Felix pulling out and disposing of the condom. He felt him get off the bed then a warm, wet cloth on his chest.

“Gotta clean you up,” Felix smiled at him. “We made a mess.”

“Oh, thanks,” Chris gave him a sleepy smile. Felix carefully cleaned him until he was satisfied then put the washcloth back in the bathroom. He crawled back in bed and Chris wrapped his arms around him. Then Felix started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Chris asked.

“This is like a bad porno. You banged the pizza guy only I was delivering a burger instead of pizza,” Felix replied, rolling his head over to look at the other boy. Chris started to laugh too.

“I guess I did,” he grinned.

“The delivery guy is happy to bang you whenever you want,” Felix cuddled up next to him.

“I think I might actually be able to sleep,” Chris yawned.

“Then you’re gonna have to keep me around so I can fuck you to sleep regularly,” Felix kissed him.

“I like that plan,” Chris hugged him.

“Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” Felix told him.

“Thank you,” Chris felt the weight of those words deep in his chest.

“You’re welcome,” Felix smiled. “Now sleep.”

Chris rolled over with Felix cuddled behind him and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. This was good. This was very good.

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When he sees you in a wedding dress (Not wedding) (Hyung line)

Stray kids x Reader

Bangchan

Visiting you on your set was normal for him. After dating him for this long it would be, but today was different, you had told him, you were signed to endorse a special clothing line of this famous American-Korean designer, he couldn't be prouder. So he walked in and found your manager, both waiting for you. "Be ready to get your mind blown, Chris" your manager had whispered to him and he was confused. His confusion was however soon washed away when he saw you and the other models walk out in various semi-traditional and semi-morden wedding dresses. He took in a gulped as he kept looking at you. His heart feels warm. You excused yourself and walked up to him "how do I look?" You twirled. He was already blushing, he stood up and looked at you and unexpectedly said "Lets go to church".

Lee know

Lee Know reached your set and sent you a text only to get the reply that he needed wait as you still needed some time. He walked to the place you asked him to wait, it was near a vanity. He was waiting when he heard your voice from afar and he looked up. His eyes got stuck at you, he almost forgot where he was, the texts from Hyunjin that he was answering were long forgotten. "Oh fuck" he cursed under his breath. His heart was pounding so loudly he bet you could hear him if you walked close enough. "A picture would last longer, you know" you mocked him. But his smile never dropped or quivered, at that moment he promised something to himself.

Changbin

When you texted him that it would be great if he could help you pick a dress he didn't expect, this. "Babe? Did I miss a few chapters?" He asked. You and your P.A turned to look at him in awe. "Binnie, remember the new drama I have been shooting?" You reminded him, and walked into the changing room. "YOU'LL MARRY SOMEONE ELSE BEFORE ME?" he said, dramatically. Your P.A sighed "Awe Binnie, you're too cute. Now, tell me which looks the best" you said, walking out of the curtains. "How does this look?" You asked him while checking yourself out on the mirror but only heard silence, you looked towards him to find him awestruck, how could he speak? You looked drop dead gorgeous in that dress.

Hyunjin

Fashion Shows and Fashion weeks have never been his 'thing' but this time it was different. He had to attend this event and he dragged Felix with him. This was the special white collection and coincidentally what you were wearing had a veil. You found the dress really alluring with the layers and all and couldn't wait to walk down the ramp in it, especially knowing your boyfriend is in the audience. The moment you stepped out Hyunjin's eyes went wide as his heart skipped a beat, he felt like this was what he wanted and needed. He could feel tears sting his eyes and Felix could see that too. "Mate control" Felix whispered to his friend's ear. Who just whispered back "I WILL marry her one day, Yongbokah".

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2:09

Chan and Felix x reader 

Genre: 🌶️

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: what would life be without friends, when you get into an accident and your two best friends comfort you. 

Warnings: none really, just some cuteness. Friends, comfort fic. 

A/N: this was a request ☺️ I got this through my DMs so thank you my love for your message and I hope this gives you some comfort. 

All you can remember from that moment was when the bright lights flashed in your side window. You also remember the beep of the horn as the car came screaming towards you. You tried so hard to swerve off the road however, the vehicle clipped you, making the car spin out of control. 

You scream as the car comes to an abrupt stop, shooting you forward, and your head hits the dashboard. All you see before you are knocked out is a person running towards you.

You wake up and can hear the hospital monitors beeping. This brings you back to reality quickly. 

"Excellent…welcome back", the nurse said, smiling at you. 

"What happened?" You asked as a sharp pain shot through your head. 

"Well, you are a fortunate young lady…. You were in a car accident, and it looks like you've had a concussion," she said, reading your chart at the bottom of the bed.

"Oh god….was anyone else hurt?" you said, attempting to sit up. 

"Just some cuts and bruises from the other driver," she said, looking at the monitor for any changes.

"Y/N…" you heard from the doorway. 

"Hey, Lix", you try to smile.

"Thank god you are okay….Chris, she's in here," he yells down the hall. 

Chris pushes his way past Felix and quickly reaches your bedside. Grabbing your hand and pressing his lips to your knuckles. "Do you know how scary it was getting that phone call?" You had forgotten you had even put him down as an emergency contact.

"I'm sorry…I didn't want to scare anyone," you said, tearing up. 

"So what happened?" Felix said, sitting on the other side. You started to recall the accident, and Felix grabbed your other hand.

"Poor thing," Felix said, brushing your face. Chan had your hand firmly in his. 

"So you have a concussion?" Chan asked, confirming your diagnosis. 

"That's what the nurse said." 

"Well then, I guess you are coming home with us," he said confidently. 

The truth is that Chan and Felix were like your only family. It warmed your heart that they wanted to take care of you. 

"Oh, Channie, you don't have to do that", you smiled at him. 

"Please…let us take care of you", Felix inserted himself. 

……

When you got released from the hospital, Chan drove you and Felix back to the dorm. They walked you up to the dorm room, where they sat you on the couch.

"Okay, so Felix will take the afternoon shift…then you and I can cuddle tonight," Chan said, kissing the top of your head. You smiled as he caressed your face and grabbed his keys. 

"I'll be back in time for you to leave, lix….take good care of our girl," he says as he walks out of the dorm. 

Felix was the most caring carer you could ask for. "babe do you want any tea?" He would reply knowing the answer and putting on the kettle. 

"Yes, please," you said, lying on the couch. Moments later, Felix comes over with a cup of hot peppermint tea. You sit up, and your head spins slightly from getting up too quickly. 

"Wow," you said, holding your head. 

"You okay?" Felix said, bending down to steady you. 

"My head is killing me" Felix got up and walked into the cupboard to give you some Panadol.

"Here, take this and water… I'll turn on the TV...we can watch a movie", he smiled, sitting down next to you. 

You lay your head on his shoulder as you cuddled up against him. He wrapped his arm around your waist, gently kissing your temple. "It's all better," he said in his silly voice, which always made you giggle. 

"I'm so tired, lix," you say, yawning on his shoulder.

"Well, you can't go to sleep yet….so we better get you up," he said, lifting your head so he could get up. 

"I'll make you some lunch," he smiled.

Felix made you some food and brought it over to the couch. "Here, have some of this", he smiled, handing you a plate of Bibimbap. 

Felix would talk to you for hours. He would make sure you had water as well as your medicine, and even gave you his hoodie when you said you felt cold. 

"Chan should be home soon… did you want to shower… I'll give you some clothes" you nod your head, and Felix helps you off the couch.

"Here, use channies shower" he gave you a towel and led you to his room. 

You walked in and turned on the hot water. "Y/N, I stuck some clothes on the bed for you," you could hear through the door. 

"Okay, thank you," you shout back.  

You walk into the shower, warm water running down your body. You stay there for 5 minutes, then turn off the water and step out to dry yourself off. 

Putting the clothes, Felix paid out on Chan's bed for you. When you walked out into the living room, Chan was sitting on the couch "hey beautiful", he smiled, putting down a bag of food.

"Felix had to go….so it's just you and me," he said, shoving chips into his mouth. He patted the couch cushion next to him. 

"Come and eat," he said sweetly. His smile lit up the room. 

You sat down next to him and started to eat slowly as, at this point, you were just super tired and wanted to get to sleep. 

"You okay?" He stopped eating and turned to face you.

“ just tired” you said yawning while looking at Chan. "7 pm... you should be able to sleep now,actually." You continued to eat and when you finished, Chris picked your bag up and threw it away. 

Your eyes start to become heavy. Chan slides his hand around your waist and picks you up bridal style. "Let's go watch TV in my room," he said, kissing your temple. As he carries you to his bed, you bury your head in his neck. 

"Sorry, we don't have somewhere else for you," he said, placing down on the bed.

"It's okay, Channie", you smile. Chan tucks you in before walking to the other side of his double bed.

"What movie do you want to watch?" he asked, turning on the TV. You move closer to him, snuggling into his side with your head on his chest. 

"I just want to sleep," you said, rubbing his stomach softly. Chan wraps his arms around your shoulder and shifts down the bed turning the TV off. 

"We can do that," he said, rubbing your shoulder.

It was quiet for a moment before Chan placed a kiss on the top of your nose. "I couldn't stop thinking about how I almost lost you today" this made your heart flutter just a bit. 

"Please promise me you'll be more careful…I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." 

"I promise," you whispered before he pulled you into his chest, and you fell asleep in his arms. 

A/N: Thank you so much for reading :) please enjoy.any comments likes or rebolgs are appreciated. 

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genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

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  After the taxi ride back home to Minho’s dorm on campus, everything else melted away. His mind slid into autopilot, his limbs moving without him even thinking about it. 

  Before he knew it, he had carried Felix all the way through the dorm’s front door, into the kitchen, past the living room, and into his room. His bed was a full size - which was quite rare on campus since most dorm rooms were so small they could only fit a twin. But he and Chris had gotten lucky with a larger dorm since they were friends with the senior RA on campus. 

  He never thought he’d have Felix on his bed again - sprawled out across his sheets, hair fanned against the pillow and hiding half of his face underneath the blonde locks. Never thought he'd get the chance to see such a sight after all of the years had passed since their time growing up in Busan. Felix looked so delicate and fragile just then. Slowly, Minho made room beside him and sat down on the plush mattress. Reaching out, he pressed a gentle hand against the blonde’s forehead. He was warm, but not feverish. A good sign. 

  Then, Minho grabbed the nearby water bottle he always kept at his bedside table. Uncapping it, he made to fit a hand beneath Felix’s head, cradling his neck and lifting him from the pillow just by a little bit. Fitting the rim of the bottle against his lips, he gently prodded them open for him to drink from. 

  For a few seconds, Felix’s eyes fluttered underneath his eyelids. And he allowed Minho to help him drink a few incremental sips of water. Until his lips were closed once more and his body was completely shutting down. Minho could feel the weight of him in his arm, as he slipped into a shadowy dreamland of liquor and drugs. 

  After that, Minho chose to sit by his side for a long while. Just watching over him in silence. Brushing delicate fingers through his blonde tresses and across his warm, freckled cheekbones. “I’m sorry,” he started, his voice breaking just a little bit as he watched the way Felix’s chest rose and fell with the shallow breaths of sleep. “I should’ve been there for you, no matter what… I shouldn’t have pushed you away so much. I’m sorry.” 

  He could feel the tears cascading down his cheeks then, chilling his skin as his shoulders shook from his quiet sobbing. Minho reached down and held onto one of Felix’s hands, interlocking their fingers and studying the way their palms fit together so fucking perfectly. 

  “I promise, I won’t make the same mistake again. I promise on my life I won’t, Felix. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you tonight, that I hadn’t stopped everything earlier…” Because if they hadn’t been on bad terms again, maybe they would’ve gone to that same club together. And then there wouldn’t have been any drugs or kidnappers involved. Maybe, Minho would've been in that stranger's position instead, running his tongue across Felix's skin and-

  As Minho stared on at Felix, he so badly wanted to get revenge for the younger man. To avenge the trauma he had just been through and catch the perpetrator— but Minho wasn’t foolish, and he knew that man from the bar wasn’t foolish either. He would never darken the doorstep of that nightclub, probably never come around those same parts of the city for fear of being caught. Even still, Minho would make sure he and Felix would give testimonies to the local police once they were both well enough to stand and think properly. 

  As he sat there on the bed beside Felix, he could feel the heaviness of exhaustion begin to wash over him. It had been a long night— a long week, for that matter. Plus, the alcohol running through his system was starting to make him feel lethargic and sleepy. Slowly, he bent down, leaning against Felix and resting his head gently on the younger’s chest. 

  Staring up at Felix’s angelic face that was completely slacked of all emotion, dreamland was quickly beginning to cloud his mind. Blurring the edges of the room, and bleaching all the color on Felix’s face. And just like that, he was falling asleep to the feeling of Felix’s warm hand and his heartbeat ringing out in Minho’s ear. 

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

  Minho didn’t know how many hours had passed— but he was awoken with a forceful shake to his shoulder. Eyes gradually opening, he was met with a frowning Chris. His dark brows were furrowed, his eyes scanning the length of Minho and Felix’s bodies. Minho's heart immediately dropped into the pit of his stomach at the displeased look on his best friend's face. Minho shot up from his space atop Felix, repositioning his shirt. 

  “What the fuck happened?” Is all Chris asked, brotherly instincts coming over him as he made to feel Felix’s forehead for any sort of temperature. 

  Staring up at Felix’s serene face, which was still completely relaxed from his deep slumber, Minho took in a sigh. He steeled himself for the outburst that was surely to follow from his confession. “He was drugged. I was at the bar at Midnight Horse, and before I knew it, this strange man who looked to be in his thirties was dragging Felix out of there. Thankfully, I managed to catch up with them in time and got Felix back.” 

  Minho heard a sharp intake of breath to his left, and that’s when he noticed his two other friends standing in the doorway of his room. Hyunjin had a hand over his mouth, as he rushed over to the other side of the bed and squeezed Felix’s arm. “Oh my god— is he gonna be okay? Maybe we should—”

  Changbin was beside Minho then, staring down at the scene before him. “If it’s a date rape drug, the side effects should fade within twelve hours. If he doesn’t wake up after, that’s when you’ll have a problem.” 

  The entire time, Chris was completely silent. He was just studying Felix’s form, eyes locked on his face as his fingers gently brushed through his soft blonde locks. Subtly, Minho had released his hand from Felix’s, hoping no one had noticed in the throng of their worry.

  “Chris… what do you wanna do?” Minho finally asked, staring up at his best friend and watching his mind blur a mile a minute as he thought of a plan. The emotions were clear on his face— anger, disappointment, but mostly… a loving kind of worry. 

  “I’m taking him to the ER,” Chris said in a deep voice, thumb brushing against Felix’s jaw. “There’s no way I’m taking any chances on his life. Here, help me get him up.” Changbin and Hyunjin made to lift Felix into Chris’ arms, the air in the room constricting with the severity of the situation. 

  It felt like all the breath was being pulled out of Minho’s lungs, as he helped fit Felix’s limp body into his best friend’s arms. Chris' brow was set into a furrowed line, his eyes dark and stormy. 

  “Do you want company?” Hyunjin asked, brushing a hand across the top of Felix’s head. Then his focus was flicking to Minho, and he gave the older man a silent kind of look. The kind that read— I know how tortuous this is for you right now, and I'm so sorry. 

  Chris offered Hyunjin a weak smile, “I’d love that, actually.” 

  “I’ll drive, then,” Changbin said in a gruff tone, as he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. He led the group out of Minho’s bedroom. 

  Minho stopped in his tracks at the kitchen counter, watching all three of the men slipping on their coats and shoes. Chris turned to face him, raising a dark eyebrow, “Are you coming with?” 

  Minho found himself shaking his head in answer before his mind could even register what he wanted to say. “It’s been a long night,” his eyes flicked to the nearby kitchen clock, reading that it was well past two in the morning. “I’m still a little shaken from everything, so I think I should stay back.” 

  But he was lying. 

  It was all a bunch of filthy lies. 

  He wanted to do nothing but be the one to hold onto Felix, to walk him straight into that ER and demand someone help them. He wanted nothing more but to be by his bedside, as they listened to the doctor’s diagnosis and as Felix finally came to. Because Minho knew he would. He knew Felix would be okay. 

  But alas, he couldn’t. 

  He couldn’t do any of it— because everyone else was too close and special to him. And he especially didn’t want to ruin his friendship with Chris if it somehow got out about what Felix and he had done in the past. About all the sins against society they had committed in their youth with each other. 

  So instead, he held himself back. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he watched on the sidelines as Chris nodded in understanding and was quickly sliding out the front door. Hyunjin turned just as he was about to leave, giving Minho a gentle, comforting look. 

  It’s gonna be okay, he mouthed silently, waiting until Minho nodded in acknowledgment before he was shutting the front door behind him with a soft click. 

  Minho found himself sitting down on the living room couch soon after they left, sucking in a few deep breaths from all of the adrenaline that was still bleeding into his veins. 

  And only when he closed his eyes again and let his mind wander across all the events of the night, did he remember Jeongin’s face. And the way he had looked at Minho in the taxi that night, practically begging Minho to keep him updated because he wasn’t able to get close to Felix in that situation. Because Minho wouldn't allow it. 

  Without giving it another thought, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone with the crumbled piece of paper that held Jeongin’s number on it. He texted something short and simple. 

Today 

04:37

Got home, Felix is going to the hospital with his older brother, Chris. 

  Almost within an instant, Jeongin was typing out a reply. Like he had been waiting and sitting at his phone for the last few hours just expecting an update. 

That’s good. I’m glad he has someone like you in his life. 

Like you care— your cliche of friends is fucking deplorable. 

Easy for you to say that when you have no idea what we all went through in high school. Where were you when Felix was growing up? When he was being bullied relentlessly at school and in a toxic relationship? 

  Everything stopped for Minho after that. 

  The air in his lungs stopped circulating, his brain stopped running a mile a minute. 

  And all of the puzzle pieces clicked together. 

  All of the doubts and wonderings, 

  All the times he caught tiny glimpses of the real Felix— the one that was buried under all the liquor and glitz and sex, 

  Jeongin offered up the real version of the blonde male, just like that. 

What do you mean by a toxic relationship? 

  For a few minutes, there was complete radio silence on Jeongin’s end. And Minho knew that he was right— knew that he had no right to berate Felix’s friends and get mad at their lack of compassion and support when Minho had been out of Felix’s life for so long… when he had pushed him away and out of his presence for years on end.

I don’t see the point of sugar-coating things, and I know Felix looks up to you too much to ever tell you this shit in the first place, so it's for his own fucking good. 

Please, just fucking tell me. What happened to him in high school? Why did he change so dramatically from the last time I saw him in our childhood til now? 

  Then, Jeongin was typing again. 

The relationship he was in was— famous around school back in the day. Everyone knew about it and didn’t do anything to stop it. Not even his family knew, he tried to keep it a secret from everyone. Guess he met some dude at a diner, and they fell in love — or if you can even call it that when you’re fifteen and the other guy is thirty-two. 

I didn’t even know about it, til Felix came to me with a beat-up face and a bruised neck, and half his clothes missing one day. He was crying in my arms and begging me not to leave his side and when I finally got the truth out of him I wanted to fucking kill the monster that had hurt my best friend so much. The man had groomed him and shit, forced him to fall in love, then proceeded to do all kinds of crazy stuff with him- sex and whatnot. Would sometimes beat him up too. 

Felix never said it explicitly, but I knew that the guy had raped him. A lot. We got the police to investigate without his family knowing because Jisung’s dad was a police chief. Got that man locked up for a long time, and thank god for Seungmin who— 

  Minho couldn’t read anymore after that. Instead, he threw his phone across the floor and raced to the nearby bathroom. Throwing the door open, he fell to his knees, gripping the toilet seat and letting everything flow out. All the liquor and pain and sadness. 

  It felt like his heart was squeezing the life right out of him, racing like a crazed horse. His palms were so sweaty, that he found it hard to grip onto the porcelain toilet seat. And even after he felt like he had emptied himself of everything, he couldn’t stop. 

  Like his body was rejecting everything and forcing himself to get rid of it all.

  His stomach was constricting so much with all of the pain, but he wasn’t able to stop. 

  He couldn’t even see the toilet bowl in front of him, his eyes so clouded with the mist of tears. They left a mess on his cheeks, the sudden headache he was getting killing his temples. 

  Groomed. 

  Beaten. 

  Abused. 

  Raped. 

  The last of those things kept replaying over and over again in his mind, like a broken record that was stuck on the same track. 

  And he hadn’t known— he hadn’t known, this whole time. 

  He hadn’t thought to ask, hadn’t pondered on the idea of it... 

  Because no— how could it ever be? 

  Not cute, innocent little Lee Felix. 

  Not his Felix. 

  A version of Felix — the one that he knew during his childhood - flashed across the front of Minho’s mind then. All dark tresses, wide eyes, and a perpetual smile on his face. 

  So perfect, so unbroken, so ethereal and beautiful. 

  And all of that had been ripped away from him, by force and by hatred and by a fucking monster of a human. 

  But no, the man who took away everything wasn’t even human. Wasn’t even a man. He was a vile, cesspool. A viper hiding in plain sight, in the thick of a forest. 

  At the thought of the demon that had hurt Felix so much, Minho finally managed to stop himself from dry-heaving. Instead, he sat back and pressed his spine to the bathroom’s nearby wall. 

  Jeongin was right. 

  He hadn’t been there for Felix. 

  Through the worst time of his life, Minho was nowhere to be found. Even when Felix was going through hell and back every single day growing up into adulthood, Minho was a whisper on the horizon. Never to be found or contacted. 

  And even now that they were adults— he was still pulling away from Felix. Because of his stupid issues and his feelings about their entire relationship. 

  But everything made so much sense now… 

  The desperation, 

  The near begging, 

 The tears and cutting. 

  It was all a rebound. 

  Minho was Felix’s rebound. 

  And Minho had the sneaking suspicion that the whole reason Felix had showed up at the same university as him was to find Minho again. 

  To make that connection again, after so many years and after so much hurt and abuse. 

  And instead of reaching out a hand and helping Felix through the pain, instead of being his stronghold and comfort, he abandoned Felix. 

  Just like everyone else did in Felix’s life. 

  Minho’s head was pounding so much at that moment, that he could barely see or think anymore. The tears were fogging up his vision, as he shifted through the dorm and into his room again. Flopping down into his bed, he buried his face into his pillow. 

  The one Felix’s head had been lying on for the past few hours. 

  The one that held his scent now— of flowers and everything sweet and fruity. 

  Minho used it to muffle his cries, gripping ahold of the downy fabric as the violent sods wracked through his entire body. 

  He could feel his limbs giving up on him, as the weariness from all the emotions, thoughts and trauma began to wash over him. And he tried to fight it— tried to fight the sleep that he wanted so badly to evade, but he just… couldn’t. Like his body was shutting down, forcing him into sleep because it knew how badly he needed it. 

  And the last thing that crossed his mind, that came up into his vision, was Felix’s sketchbook… 

  Of the drawing on the other page Minho had studied that night, besides the portrait of the dancer- of him. 

  That human head, with the distressed colors and the dark, depressing aura… 

  It had been a self-portrait. 

  Of Felix. 

  The entire time, Minho had never realized. 

  And Minho wondered when he had drawn that— what time frame it was encapsulated in. 

  But at least, now he knew why Felix had drawn it. 

  Even so, knowing the why behind the drawing was almost worse than having glimpsed it in the first place. 

  It killed Minho so much inside, that the last thing he felt was his heart squeezing desperately in his chest before his body gave up on him and the darkness seeped into the corners of his brain. Creating a shadowy haze over everything, dreamland avoided him. Instead, he was met with bleak nothingness. 

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Wrote my first fic in a while… it is stray kids(the kpop group for muggles who don’t know XD)… it is very intense… even i was sweating so please read at your own risk.

‼️ TW: threesome ,wax play, overstimulation

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The only thing that would make chan leave the studio is the sound of you fucking someone else.

He was working late one night cleaning up a track when he heard his phone ringing. Looking over he saw it was a call from you. “aww shes worried about me.” When he answers your call, all that he hears on the other line is the sound of your voice. Breathless and begging. “Please! Felix I cant- youre gonna make me-“ he heard the sounds of yours and felix’s bodies colliding. He could hear how wet you were for his mate. Your screams. Chan stopped everything he was doing and left the studio so fast he almost got whiplash. On his way back to the flat he kept the call going. He felt so jealous that felix was able to have you but he couldn’t. His dick was throbbing so much it was starting to hurt. Your begging had him breaking traffic laws. He needed to get to you. When he finally parked in the driveway, he sprinted to Felix’s room. The door was already open. They knew you would run over. Evil. He would enjoy punishing you both.

You were on top of Felix, your waist moving back and forth, your tits in his tiny hands spilling through his fingers. Chan was overstimulated. The sounds you were making on the phone were one thing but now seeing you riding his friend with your head thrown back whimpering- he’d had enough.

You had no idea Chan was in the room. All you knew was the feeling of Felix’s length and seed inside you. The room smelled like sex, and it was intoxicating. You came four times already and while you were on your way to you fifth release of the night you were pulled off felix. “You thought you could call me and I wouldn’t come running to you? Didn’t I say you weren’t allowed to cum until after the album dropped?” Your stomach dropped. When did Chris get here?! You didn’t remember calling him. All you did was give Felix your phone when he said he wanted to make a movie. Oh god…Felix called him…but when?! Was it while he was eating you out? Or maybe it was when he had you in doggystyle and you were begging him to let you cum.

“Kneel” that was all he said, and you didn’t have to look at him to know he was pissed. He told you that when teasers for rockstar started, you weren’t allowed to cum until the album released. He wanted to tease you like he did STAY. He thought it was fun, but you couldn’t handle it anymore. You saw Felix come out of his room sweating and breathless after practicing choreo on his own for an hour and you dragged him back to his room. You were so sexually frustrated that just sucking him off made your clit jump with excitement.

“I said kneel.” The growl that came from him had you obeying so fast. You could feel the leftovers of Lix’s cum running down your leg as you kneeled in front of Chris. When you got to the floor, you were eye level with his hard on. You looked up at him and the grin on his face made your stomach twist. “Take it out princess” you obeyed. Chris was wearing his usual black sweats. The tent in them prominent and twitching. You wanted nothing more than to taste him, have him inside in any way he could come up with.

“Felix get the candles from my room.” Even though your back was to him, you could hear how quickly he moved off the bed. As you watched him run past you, Chris grabbed you by the chin and made you look up at him. “Eyes on me baby. Now take it out” you didn’t hesitate any longer and yanked his pants down with his boxers. You were immediately greeted by his dick hard and dripping with precum. You were so close it was just barely touching your lips. You unconsciously leaned forward and felt hands in your hair pulling you back. “I didn’t say you could taste yet.” Oh this was going to kill you. “just look at me” you forced yourself to drag your eyes away from the single drop of precum that was threatening to fall on your lips and looked up at the man that held you in place. It was like you could feel the hunger behind his eyes as he looked down at you. Felix walked back in with two red candles and a lighter. His excitement very visible as he came in dick solid and jumping. He set the candles on the counter and lit them both.

“Lix, sit on the bed, hands behind your back. Don’t you dare touch yourself” You were stunned. You’ve never had another person in the room when you were with Chris. He moved your head so you were back to staring at his dick again. “Open” you enthusiastically obeyed his command and kept eye contact with him as he slowly dragged the tip of his length down your tongue. You could see his struggle to control himself. You knew how bad he wanted to fuck your throat. You wanted him to be rough with you so you decided in that moment that you were going to be a brat.

Fuck.

That’s the only thing he could think about as you took him in fully. He’d told you that you weren’t allowed to cum until the newest drop for his own sanity, but little did you know, he was torturing himself as well. He would watch you leave a room and he’d get hard just by seeing your hips sway. Whenever you leaned over and he’d catch glimpse of your cleavage he could feel himself twitch in his pants. While you weren’t allowed to cum, he’s been getting himself off to everything about you. He was expecting you to be a good girl for him tonight, but you made it clear that wasn’t happening, and he was ready to punish you accordingly. Chris looked up at Felix and noticed his eyes were trained on you. He enjoyed seeing Felix struggle. Not being able to touch himself as you sucked him off. You moaned as you pulled back and ran your tongue up the tip and that’s when his body gave up on holding back. He felt himself go rigid and forced your head down his length. You had his thighs in a death grip, he could hear your surprise as streams of cum went down your throat.

“You better swallow every drop” Chris pulled your head away from him fully to see your face. He noticed your effort to swallow but he knew it was too much for you and a small stream of cum leaked from the corner of your mouth. “What did I say? Hm?” He could drown in your mouth all night if he let himself, but he had candles burning for you and his little sunshine who was now squirming on the bed just waiting to be touched. Chris could bet all his money that if you breathed near Felix right now, he would burst.

“Sit on the bed next to felix, princess” You stood from your spot on the floor and moved to the bed taking the same pose as Felix. Sitting at the edge with your hands behind your back. However you were in better condition than Felix was. You didn’t notice when you were walking to the bed, but now that you were sitting next to him you could see him shaking. He had only came twice when it was just the two of you and you knew he needed to cum again but not being able to touch himself had driven him to full body tremors, but once you saw Chris pick up the candles you started shaking as well. “Lay down and close your eyes, both of you” Felix was breathing heavily at this point. You followed his orders and laid on your back. You could hear Chris walking up to you but you never felt him. You did feel Felix twitch next to you and you heard his whimpering. God you wanted to feel what he was feeling. You wanted to know if he had hot wax dripping down his body or if Chris was just toying with him. “Hyung, please I need it”

“how bad do you need it Boki?” You felt your clit jump again. A pool of your own wetness mixed in with what was left over from Felix was developing under your ass. You wanted to watch him with Felix but you knew there was a red candle burning and waiting for you. That’s when Felix let out a shriek. He was convulsing now. Chris was chuckling at how easily Felix broke. All he did lick him up, base to tip. There were streams of cum flying from Felix and you could feel droplets of it on your face and tits and stomach.You even opened your mouth hoping some would land inside. Chris thought you looked so good with Lix’s seed all over you desperate for some to end up on your tongue. He was so proud of his cute little cum slut that he took a picture to send to you later. Thats when you felt it.

Heat.

Scalding.

Dripping.

Heat.

Heat so intense your back arched off the bed, but the heat only stopped for a moment. You wished it would come back. You were so focused on the feeling of being covered in cum, you had forgotten about the candle. Then you felt it again, but this time, lower. Chris was dripping wax down your body starting from your sensitive nipples and ending at the apex of your belly button. There was no staying still. You were a complete mess covered in sweat cum and wax and you just wanted him to fuck you til the world ended. You were screaming in pain and pleasure at the feeling of hot wax drying on your skin and a set of hands roaming your body. Your nipples hardening in between fingers and being pulled felt like heaven, but with your eyes closed, you didnt know who was torturing your senses. Both Chris and Felix were working your body into fits, but neither was near your pussy, and that was the true purpose of this.

You needed something. Anything. Fingers, a tongue, one or both of their dicks. It didnt matter, You were desperate and so close to the edge, anything could make you tip over. Chris knew exactly what you needed, but he wasnt willing to give it to you so easily. Not yet. He wanted to watch you struggle. He loved the sight of you bucking your hips in need. This was your punishment. You didnt wait so he wouldnt give you what you wanted. He would tease and torture, but never fuck you.Chris silently instructed Felix to get onto the bed and turn your head to the side facing him while Chris got on his knees at the end of the bed right where your legs were spread open. “Open your mouth for Felix, baby” He said as he placed his hands right at the back of your knees and brought them to your chest. He held you in that position, and Felix shoved his length down your throat. Felix threw his head back and moaned, drowning in the feeling of your warm mouth around his cock. You loved worshiping his cock with your tongue and hollowing your cheeks to make it tighter for him. Felix was pushing your head closer and closer to his base till the tip of dick was at the back of your throat and his balls were slapping against your cheek. You relished in how rough he was being with you, but you needed more. Then Chris blew on your clit. You tried to buck your hips but he was holding you down by the back of your thighs with his arm. He dragged his tongue up your slit so slowly you cried out, but your begging was muffled by the cock making its home in your mouth. You needed more.

Two fingers entered you, and a tongue flicked your clit making you scream again. You heard him laugh “You should’ve waited’ He flicked your clit a second time. The stimulation making you whimper. You knew you were soaking wet. Your pussy was glistening in the low light of the room and Chris was ready to feast. His fingers were dripping with your juices as he pumped them in and out. He added a third finger and fully enclosed your clit in his mouth. Your reaction made his dick twitch in excitement. He would let Felix take care of that later. You pulled back from Felix’s dick and shrieked. Your hips were an uncontrollable beast, to the point that Felix had to move to the top of your head and keep your knees at your chest. With his new positioning his dick was now fully hard over your face. Precum and some saliva dripping on your lips and chin. You took his cock in your hand and started stroking him while he watched Chris eat you out. You could feel his tongue circling your clit and his fingers pumping in and out bringing you closer and closer to release.

Your body was in overdrive and your pussy was squeezing his fingers so tight he could barely move them anymore. You were so close. You couldn’t even focus on stroking Felix anymore. Your back came off the bed the tension in your stomach has built up to a peak. You couldnt take it. You felt the muscles in your pussy spasm around Chris’s fingers and you squirted all over his face. You couldn’t hear anything anymore. Your eyes were wide open, but you couldnt see. All you could do was feel. It was like your senses had short circuited completely. You felt Chris dip his tongue in your entrance and you squirted again. He was going to overstimulate your pussy until you couldn’t move.

“Chris- please I can’t take it”

“Yes you can, baby. You always do so well for me”

“Oh my-” a sharp inhale and then he pulled out his tongue and sucked harshly on your clit, grazing his teeth against the hood. You screamed again and unconsciously grabbed the back of his head pressing his face deeper in your wetness. You were going to break. You felt spurts of cum on your face and you knew Felix was jacking himself off to your release. Chris pulled away from your pussy and you looked down at him only to find he was standing and his cock was ready and at attention, but he wasn’t putting it in you. No, he was stroking himself to the sight in front of him with his phone in his free hand. The flash was on.

You were sprawled out on the bed covered in dried red wax from the candles and Felix’s seed on your stomach, tits, and face. “You did so well, my love.”

“Please Chris, I want you to fuck me”

“Awww thats not happening, baby girl. No, youre gonna take my cum like the good slut you are” He started stroking faster and you got up on your hands and knees just how he liked it, mouth wide open and tongue out ready to take his cum for the second time that night. You felt Lix’s hand on your ass, his thumb dangerously close to your opening. He spread your pussy lips open and thats when you felt him cum inside you. He just barely had the tip of his cock inside you and he was squirting more and more of his seed into you until you could feel some dripping down to your clit and then on the sheets. The shock of feeling just the tip of his dick in you was enough to make you cum again and then Chris finally finished in your mouth.

Your energy was so spent that your arms couldnt hold you up anymore. You put your face in the sheets and had your ass up in the air. Felix took the opportunity to slap his dick against your cum covered pussy and got up off of the bed. You heard two sets of steps walk away from you and a towel thrown on your back.

“Clean up, and join me in the shower when youre ready baby.” you heard chris say and felt a kiss on the top of your head. You had no more energy to even speak so you just hummed in acknowledgement and sat up to clean the cum off your face.

[nattyluvs]

PINK ROSES - chapter 18

"hey, look they have a photo of chris up there" yeji said to jeongin, pointing to the framed photo on the wall. yn turned to them, slapping yeji's hand.

"hey, stop holding hands if ur gonna walk next to me, i look like a loner." yn commented.

"listen, if u grow a pair and make a move on little lixie back there, u might be able to lock fingers with him" yeji scoffed, nudging her head in the direction of felix behind them.

"but-"

"no buts! just go talk to him..hes probably waiting for you"

"yeah no buts" jeongin spoke in a mocking tone

"whatever! ill be right back then..." yn mentioned, slowing down her walking speed to catch up with felix and jisung behind her.

minho, jisung, and felix were all walking together, felix seemingly not interested in whatever bickering argument they were having. yn gave felix a little wave while walking towards him, felix returning the favor.

"hey, i thought id walk with you since you dont seem interested in whatever they're talking about"

"trust me, im not. they argue everyday and then somehow make up? im not sure how they function doing anything together," he pointed out

they walked next to eachother for a bit, in comfortable silence. looking at the several concession, merch, and other items' stands. they walked like this for a bit until the silence was interrupted.

"you know, i want to try dancing one day, just as a hobby"

"why the sudden interest?" felix asked

"cause, ive seen how passionate hyunjin seems to be about it, same with you. you both seem to have this aspiration to keep doing it, im interested."

"especially hyunjin, i mean, he has danced since he was like in primary school competitively for 5 years."

"why did he stop competing?"

"well i remember he was around 15, he stopped competing because he didnt like the atmosphere of dance competitions. he just felt that going up against other people wasnt his thing." yn explained, voice shaken for a split second due to felix's hand brushing against hers for a moment.

"hmm, that makes sense. personally i think dancing isnt the kind of sport that should be competed, but judt enjoying the art of it."

"yeah, i get where ur coming from." yn answered, "hey im about to tell u something but you cannot tell hyunjin i told you, got it?"

felix nodded, "okay so basically the year felix stopped competing for dance, my soccer coach scouted him for that season and we were on the same team for awhile." yn recalled.

"why the hell would he not want people to know about that? thats kinda silly to be embarassed about"

"cause he's embarrassed about it, and he quit halfway through the season at the same time i did, and continued with dancing."

"im missing something here," felix spoke, their hands brushing once again.

"if u dont mind me asking, why did you quit? there had to be a reason right?" he questioned

"well first of all i was on a competitive team, i had worked really hard to get there then i got injured halfway through the season." she muttered

"if you dont want to talk about it we dont have to, you know. this seems like a sensitive topic for you"

"no its fine, its just i loved doing it so much, and one thing just tore it all apart, i cried alot about it. i still do sometimes"

"the really only way i can get involved now is coaching, and i dont know if i-" her voice starting to stutter, feeling the tears well up.

"hey, we dont have to talk about it anymore, i dont wanna see u crying." he pulled her into a hug, rubbing circles on her back for a moment.

"hey! you two can stop being lovey over there, we found the elevator!" they heard jisung shout.

felix rolled his eyes before letting go, handing her a cloth to wipe the tears threatening to fall down her face

"you know, you and hyunjin act like you hate eachother, but when u both are seriously talking about one another, u both sound very fond."

"shut up, i hate him, hes annoying" yn lightly punched him on the arm, while he pretends thats the hardest anyone has ever hit him.

"why do you keep touching my hand with yours, do you want to hold it or something?" yn asked

"and if i do?"

"i wont object" they successfully locked fingers with eachother while waiting for the elevator.

"your hands are really small you know" she mentioned

felix whined a bit, too embarrassed to say anything.

they walked into the elevator along with everyone else, going down a few floors until reaching the right one. they walked over to their seats while felix and yn unfortunately had to break their handholding.

"we have to put our bags in the locker room, but we'll be right back okay? dont jump onto the court while we're gone" minhos voice was heard from behind her

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they sat there for around an hour, chatting about who-knows what. after first quarter, the group left to prepare for their performance. this left yn and yeji to sit by themselves

"sooo i saw u making moves back there huh!" she teased, nudging her arm.

"stop! it's embarrassing ill tell you about it later."

"hey whatsup!" they heard a familiar, annoying voice coming from up the stairs.

yn and yeji both turned their heads to see beomgyu, eyes and mouth wide open in suprise, not expecting to see him there.

"why are you even get here? where are your parents..." yeji asked, jokingly annoyed

"i literally have a liscense, and im on a date for your information!"

they both gasped, yn proceeding to speak "wait are you with..."

"if youre thinking what im thinking then yes" beomgyu gave them a cheesy grin

"then what the hell are you doing down here? go back to your date, dont leave him hanging you know" yeji scolded

they exchanged some more small conversation before beomgyu left and it was just the two of them.

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after around an hour had passed it was finally halftime, they both waited in their seats impatiently for the announcer to call them out

the performance started shortly, taking turns on the big screen up above. they performed to 3 songs, stage outfits matching each of them perfectly.

as soon as it was over, yna nd yeji rushed over to the break room from their seats. they stopped to buy some flowers along the way.

once arrived in the break room, they parted ways while yn went to search for felix, finally spotting him at the back of the room, minifan blowing at his face.

"hey you did really good, you know? im glad you got over your nerve, that performance was fire"

"im glad you liked it becuse im sooo tired" he slurred, forcing her to return his hug.

they pulled away from their hug as she started to whisper in his ear, "hey dont tell hyunjin but, i was really only here to see you"

yn giggled to herself before happily walking out the room, leaving felix baffled at the confession she just dropped

"what the f-"

"felix, man!" a sudden sighting of jisung came up, "whats going on! why. are. you. still. in here. lets go? we have a reservation to catch.." jisung dragged felix and his bag out of the room

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Your mind replayed the convo you had last night with Chan. you couldnt think about anything else. Chan Chan Chan was what your mind kept thinking of. Absent mindly opened your fridge to pick up the cartoon box of milk. You stared at the fridge for a few seconds as you forgot why you opened it. Then you remembered. You picked out the cartoon box and shook it but it was empty. You sighed and decided to go to the nearby supermarket. You put on your jacket and left the house.

You walked down the road listening to music. You entered the supermarket and went directly to the dairy aisle. There was only one bottle of milk. You rushed to take it but someone took it before you.

“Fuck.” you said under your breath.

“y/n?” you heard someone call you. You turned around to see who it was. It was Chan.

“Chan, hey. Didnt expect to see you here.”

“We ran out of eggs so I came here to buy them.”

“Oh I see. I came here to buy milk but there is no milk. So I'm gonna just head back home. See you later, chan.”

“y/n, did you have your breakfast yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Umm.. do you wanna join us for breakfast. It's just me and the boys you know.”

“You want me to join you? What if they dont want me there?”

“They won't mind you joining us.”

“Fine, I'll join you.” you said.

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You and Chan went to the dorm in his car. You knew jyp building was near your house but you didnt knwo it was this close. It was only 3 buildings away.

“Guys, look who we have here.” Chan said removing his jacket and hanging it in the jacket hanger.

Minho didnt look up from his phone.

“Did you bring home a stray cat? If not, I'm not interested in whatever you brought home.”

“Minho, be nice.” Chan said in a motherly voice.

“Hello everyone.” you said slightly laughing thinking about what Minho said.

“You are y/n, right?” Felix said and hugged you.

Then Changbin greeted you.

“Oh my god! is that a gojo on your hoodie? You watch jjk?” Han screamed.

“Yes, you watch it too?”

“Of course I do. I'd be a loser not to watch it. We are gonna be besties.”

“Guys be ready I'm serving breakfast in five minutes” Chan said.

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You ate breakfast heartily. Chan had made pancakes and eggs. You all sit on the dining table which could fit 10 people in it. You sat in the middle of Chan and Hyunjin.

“The pancakes are so good, Chris.” You said.

“Thank you, milady.” Changbin and Seungmin coughed from their places hearing Chan call you milady. Others just exchanged looks. You just blushed slightly.

“Do you want coffee, y/nnie?” Felix asked you.

“Yes, please.” You said. He poured you a cup of coffee.

“So like are you guys dating or something?” Jeongin asked out of the blue.

“No.” You and Chan said at the same time.

“We are just friends.” You said. But deep down you wanted to be more.

“Ohh I see.” Jeongin said.

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After you had your breakfast you helped Chan clean the kitchen even though he refused to take your help.

“So I'm leaving. See you guys later.” You said.

“Wait lemme walk you home.” He said.

“Okay.”

You both picked your jackets and stepped out of the dorm. You guys took the elevator and went out of the JYP building.

“Umm… so I had fun having you over today.” He said.

“It was really fun to be there too.”

You two made small conversation on the way to your house. You reached the house so soon since it was only 3 blocks away.

You stood in front of your apartment.

You hugged Chan goodbye.

“By any chance would you like to come up?” you asked.

“Me?”

“Who else?”

“Yeah sure.”

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the discussion was definitely had prior, and they for sure reminded you the week leading up to it. they also texted you that day, but your mind was so scrambled at work when you got the text, you half read it and said:

“ok! love you!”

so, when you came home exhausted at the end of the day, wanting nothing more than to get out of your office attire and crash on the couch to watch a cheesy romance movie, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see your boys all dressed up. you walked in like a zombie and fell right into the plush cushions you’ve been thinking about all day only to look up and see your dapper boys. they certainly weren’t dressed for an anniversary but it was a lot nicer than their usual garb of sweatpants and tshirts.

with your head laid back on the arm rest, you looked up to the two boys circled around your head. felix had a sympathetic look on his face, likely knowing it was a rough day at the office. chris’s expression was slightly more confused, but nothing had really clicked yet. your mind was barely running off the caffeine fumes of your midday coffee.

“babes, are you gonna get ready?” chris asked.

your eyes closed and you reached up to rub your temple, hoping to work out the headache building. “for what, love?”

“aw, flower, did you forget our big date?” felix asked sadly.

that’s when it all clicked and you shot up quickly. the boys groaned in unison and you heard the sound of chris hitting his thighs from throwing up his hands.

“i’m so sorry, it was such a rough day.” you winced out your apology.

“well, that’s ok, squish, we’ll wait for you to get ready.” chris’s tone had softened hearing out your work day.

you looked up at them and frowned.

your body and heart were currently at war against each other. the aching and exhaustion fighting with the love you had for your boyfriends and wanting to go out with them. you remember how excited there were talking at dinner two weeks ago about how they both had the day off coming up on a saturday and thought the night before would be a good time to go out when they wouldn’t have to worry about getting up early the next day. it was so rare for you all to have time to actually go out when most of your time spent was in the apartment watching shows and eating ramen or even just cuddling together. you all took so much pride in each other and showing off just how lucky you all were. chris looked forward to spoiling you both while felix looked forward to seeing you all three get dressed up. but the idea of changing and leaving the house sounded unbearable.

“um… would you guys hate me if—“

“no!!” anticipating your sentiment, both boys broke into a disappointed chorus.

you sighed and fell back on the couch and they sighed in tandem. after a few minutes, you shot up again with an idea.

“look, i know we all wanted to go out but i genuinely don’t have it in me. so, i have a thought,” you started.

“we’re listening.” chris raised an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips.

“what if you two just went out?”

the boys looked at each other then back at you.

“i know you wanna go with me but hear me out. we don’t have to do everything together. you two are also each other’s boyfriends and you both spend so much time together in the dorms and in a working capacity. it might be nice to have a cute little date just the two of you.” you finished explaining your thought process and anticipated their response.

once again the boys shared a look.

“i mean… they have a point.” chris shrugged.

“you wanna go on a date with me, channie?” felix deepened his voice cutely and wiggled his eyebrows at the older.

chris threw his head back in laughter at felix’s shenanigans and walked into his open arms. “yeah, yeah, ok. so just us. you promise you’re ok with that, love?” chris asked just to be sure.

you smiled up at both of them and nodded, “yep! cross my heart. i hope you both have an amazing time. relax! you deserve it.”

felix returned your smile and moved out of chris’s embrace to lean down and kiss your lips softly. he reached a hand up to stroke your cheek lovingly.

“you always make things better but i know i’ll have a good night with channie.” he told you softly. he never failed to give you butterflies.

chris came up behind him and followed his lead to give you a peck on the lips. “he’s right but you need to rest, love. we’ll give you cuddles when we get back, ok?”

you nod and wave them out the door before collapsing back on to the sofa.

later that evening, you were in a position on the couch that looked like you were melting into the furniture. discarded take out containers littered the coffee table as the tv illuminated the dark room but you had stopped watching nearly thirty minutes ago. felix and chris walked into the apartment laughing with each other but stopped short when the noticed the darkness of the room and your sleeping form on the couch. felix pouted to the older and clutched his chest which chris matched, both taken by your cuteness. while felix cleaned up the living room, chris reached underneath you carefully to lift you into his strong arms and carry you back to the bedroom. thankfully the soft impact of you sinking into the mattress didn’t wake you and the boys went into the walk in closet to change into something more comfortable. once they both got into bed on either side of you is when you finally woke up and looked up at them in the dim lighting.

“you’re home!” you groaned happily and stretched.

“yeah, sorry we woke you.” felix apologized.

you shook your head and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, “no, i’m glad you did. now we can cuddle.”

chris laughed at your cuteness and cuddled into your side, never being one to be told twice to give affection. felix followed suit and tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

“did you have a good time?” you asked them.

felix hummed a reply.

“yeah, we had a really good time.” chris lifted his head to look at the blonde boy, reaching his arm across your torso to hold his.

“did you kiss goodnight?”

both boys looked up now, looking at each other with a befuddled look like they hadn’t even thought of it prior. these boys had no problem expressing their love for each other but for some reason a kiss goodnight hadn’t crossed their mind.

“i’ll never say no to a channie kiss.” felix pitched his voice just as he did earlier that night to tease his boyfriend and just as before chris threw his head back and laughed before they both leaned in to meet in the middle, not concerned at all with squishing you as they connected.

chris’s hand held felix’s face with his thumb stroking the constellation freckles that adorned his cheeks. you could see felix smile and giggle into the kiss and it warmed your heart to see your boys so in love with each other. their lips parted but their faces remained close for a second, chris looking down at his partner with an adorning look.

“thank you for going out with me.” he said softly.

“thank you for taking me.” felix beamed.

chris then turned to you, “and thank you for such a good idea.”

as if they were sharing the same brain wave, both of your boys leaned in to kiss your cheeks. felix gave you one long kiss with an exaggerated hum while chris opted for several, rapid kisses. chris laid back down with a happy sigh and felix once again tucking into your neck as he continued to place kisses.

“i love you.” you each said in succession before chris turned out the light.

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PART I - THE BLACK IRIS

Chapter 5 - Iris' Apple Tree

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~two months later~

~Iris' POV~

Minho's been away on a mission for a few days with a few of the Kids, which meant I was left to fend for myself in this large mansion.

As far as I was aware, the only people still left here were me, Chris, Felix, Jisung, Seungmin and Hyunjin.

I wasn't so thrilled about Jisung and Chris, slight vexation still present after they uncovered my past with no regard for me. Of course, I understood why they did it, but I still felt like my privacy's been stepped on, so I tried to avoid them for the time being, at least until I gained the others' trust.

It wasn't difficult to do so, as Chris was almost always locked in his office, and Jisung avoided me like the plague. I didn't care much for Seungmin; he was usually busy with missions, even if he wasn't actively going on them; he was still supposed to keep track of everyone and talk them through what they must do once they reach the location.

Felix and Hyunjin were usually inseparable, so I was quite surprised to find Felix alone in the kitchen when I woke up.

"Morning." I greeted him as I walked in and grabbed a water bottle and an apple.

"Hi, Iris." He replied, his morning voice even deeper than his usual timbre. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you. What about you?"

"I did, but I feel quite tired. Your boyfriend gave me a hell of a training to follow while he's gone."

"Oh, is he training you?"

"Yea. He's the best at close body combat, and I'm really out of shape, so I asked him to help me."

"That's cool. I should ask him too."

"Maybe we could train together!" Felix suggested excitedly, his eyes sparkling. I got this impression before as well, but in the short time we spent together, it felt like Felix was like a little brother.

"Would be fun, but besides a few self-defence moves, I don't know anything." I chuckled.

"Don't worry, we're in the same boat. I haven't trained for almost two years, after..." He paused. "They treated me like porcelain, wouldn't let me do shit." He laughed softly.

"Are you still hurt?"

"No... my wound's all healed. The physical one, anyway."

"Mhm. Do you wanna talk about it?"

"I'm not even sure... where I'd begin. Maybe we should train first." He stood up and urged me to follow him.

He took me to a training ground somewhere in the garden and asked me to hit him. I wasn't even sure how to position myself properly, but I tried to remember my previous classes on self-defence and the brief lessons Minho gave me when I first came here, and I attacked him with my fist.

Felix dodged quite easily and captured my arm with his, bending it backwards. It hurt so badly, and all my survival instincts kicked in. I wiggled out of his grasp and managed to hit his abdomen, but he was quick to hit back, and he would've gotten my face if I hadn't moved quickly enough.

"You're good for an amateur." He chuckled. Even though I was struggling to attack and block him, it felt like this was a walk in the park to him, which made me realise how defenceless I would be against someone like Felix, or even worse – someone like Minho.

I needed to learn how to fight.

By the time our training session ended, I was so out of breath, I needed a few moments to catch up. The only thing that made me feel better was that it seemed like Felix was tired too. He was also breathing heavily, which meant I wasn't such an easy target, but even so, the previous realisation still dawned on me heavily.

"Yo, catch." A voice came from behind, and soon two water bottles flew towards us. I turned around and caught mine just in time.

"Jinnie. You're done?" Felix smiled brightly, wiping off some sweat beads from his forehead.

"Yup. How was training? Is Iris any good?"

"Oh, she is-" Felix started, but I cut him off.

"Iris is right here and can answer for herself. And she needs a lot more training to be any good."

"We all start from somewhere." Hyunjin grinned.

"True."

"Anyways, if you two are done here, let's go. We still have some time left before the others return, so it's our only chance."

"Our only chance to...?" I tilted my head, confused.

"We just thought it's the perfect way to get to know you, since Minho is finally gone." Felix explained.

"I swear, that dude's obsessed. Won't leave you alone for even a minute. Does he think we'll eat you or something?" Hyunjin continued dramatically.

"I was shocked he actually left on this mission."

"Come on, it's not like that. He was just worried I'd-" – kill myself. I didn't say it out loud. Even if it's been two months, my feelings still haven't changed, which wasn't surprising, considering I've been feeling like this for years with no change.

Neither me nor Minho approached the revenge subject again. I even wondered if he forgot about it, but I didn't want to ask. I wanted to try trusting him – if it happens, it will happen, if not, not.

"Anyways, it's really not like that." I waved my hands around.

"We all knew Minho was intense, just never seen him in love." Hyunjin shrugged.

"Should we go, then?" Felix turned to me, and I nodded, curious of where they wanted to take me.

We walked through the beautiful garden for some time, until we reached the greenhouse. Minho previously told me about it, apologetically because he couldn't take me to it, since this was Hyunjin's space.

If he ends up trusting you.

I looked at Hyunjin, and just asked. No point in tip-toeing about it.

"Hyunjin, do you trust me?"

He chuckled.

"Why are you asking?"

"Because you took me here." I said just as he twisted the small golden key in the lock, opening the door.

"Do you know what this is, then?" He looked at me.

"An art studio...?"

"Sort of." He chuckled again. "Minho is serious about you, and the least I owe him is to give you a chance."

I smiled, and Hyunjin invited me in.

It was simply lovely. The rays of light radiated magnificently through the glass windows, playing with the canvases and forming all sorts of shapes on the art pieces on display. This scenery, combined with the greenery from the many plants – mainly ficus trees - scattered around, made this space feel peaceful.

Seeing all the ficuses made me realise that Hyunjin picked them intentionally, as they represent understanding and peace, which somehow gives me the impression that it was the exact space he wanted to create, and he made it so.

"So, Iris... first things first, take a seat." Hyunjin pointed me to a chair in front of an empty canvas, and Felix brought me some art supplies – oil paints and thinner.

"Just like that...?" I chuckled. This felt similar to the first therapy sessions I had with others, when I made them draw a tree to learn things about them.

How the turntables.

"What should I paint?"

"Whatever you want." Felix assured me.

"Something that represents you."

So, I painted a tree. Manipulating people's opinions about you is never a bad idea, even more so when you're in a situation like mine, between dangerous strangers who don't trust you, and whom you don't trust. I let the paintbrush form the image of a tall tree, placing it right in the middle, letting Felix and Hyunjin know that I am a well-organised person with high goals. The tree was relatively wide as well, as I wanted them to know that I am protective of my secrecy, I don't like sharing my business with others, and this will be as close as they'll ever get to me.

My tree is grounded, which means that I need some sense of security, but the gnarled trunk shows how unhappy I feel here – not necessarily here, just in general, on Planet Earth, which I wished for so many years to leave behind. I wanted my spirit to be free of the burdens of this body.

I tangled up all the branches, because I am unsure, and confused, and have no idea why I followed Minho so impulsively and where this will take me. It was a reckless decision that I didn't necessarily regret, for I had already left my previous life behind when I decided to die that night, but...

... will it be a new path filled with happiness, or will it just bring me more pain?

Do I even have any purpose among Stray Kids?

Will I ever find one?

For the final touches, I decided to add a few apples in and around the tree – showcasing my awareness of the environment and my attention to detail – and clouds – symbol of my pessimism in the day-to-day life.

I must've been painting for over an hour when I finally put the brush down. Hyunjin was attentively looking at the painting while Felix was angrily smashing his thumbs against his phone screen, probably playing some sort of game (and losing, judging by his expression).

"I like it." Hyunjin said after a while. "So... this is you, hm?"

"Oh, you're done?" Felix looked up from his phone and admired the painting in awe.

"Yes. This is me."

"Apple trees mean that happiness is coming your way." Hyunjin placed a hand on my shoulder, as if he somehow understood the meaning behind all my symbols. Maybe he knew psychology too, or maybe Jisung told everyone what he found out about me when he gathered intel.

"What about you? Do you think any happiness will come to this place?" I asked, noticing the two men averting their gazes.

"What do you mean?" Hyunjin asked after a while.

"It feels like your house is haunted by a ghost. Her absence is really weighing too heavily on everyone, isn't it?"

They stood silent.

"It was almost 2 years ago..." Felix broke the silence after a while. "We were on a mission, and Shade, Hyo and I were in the same team."

"Lix, you don't have to-" Hyunjin started, but was quickly cut off by Felix.

"It's also her house. She should know."

They shared a knowing look, and then Felix resumed the story.

"All of us were friends, you know?" He chuckled. "I had mad trust in both of them, and I trusted them both with my life. I knew they'd always have my back. Pretty naïve of me."

Hearing this story from someone else's point of view felt surreal. I did know most details from Minho, but this... was different. Felix was directly connected to this story; he was a victim.

"None of our devices were working, and I got worried. I knew we had to get out of there immediately, so I headed back to our original meet-up point, and there was-"

He started shaking. He was clearly distressed.

"You really don't have to force yourself to recall that..." Hyunjin placed a hand on Felix' shoulder, who just shook his head.

"Hyo was holding her gun pointed to Emilia. I never saw so much murderous intent in someone's eyes. Not even in Minho's, or Chan's. Her eyes were... simply frightening. She got startled to see me come in, and she didn't even think twice – that's how much I meant for her, apparently. She shot me mercilessly, like we haven't known each other for years. I wasn't even wearing a bulletproof vest; I always thought they were uncomfortable. Foolish of me."

"Yea, you're like those guys who say condoms are uncomfortable." Hyunjin tried to joke, but Felix didn't find it that amusing. "Uhm, we all thought Shade did it. After all, it made sense. Everything was adding up. Her room in the Scarlet Rose's mansion was the same, there was certain evidence that pointed to her unfaithfulness towards our mafia... of course, all of them planted by Hyo, but we were too blind to notice. And you know what the worst part is?" Hyunjin scoffed to himself.

"... what?" I asked with hesitation.

"I hated her. I hated Shade so bad for hurting Felix. I never felt such rage in my life. I even pleaded with Minho to find her and kill her. Chan was the same. He casted his love for her to the side and ordered Minho to find and keep an eye on her, but before he got to it, Felix woke up and told us the truth..."

"So... what happened to her?" I already knew, but I asked anyway.

"Jeongin tried to help her, but... she bled to death before he got the chance to save her."

"I'm so sorry... did she leave anything behind? Something to... show who she was?"

"Oh..." Hyunjin scratched the back of his head. "There is... that covered canvas over there..."

"I'll bring it." Felix stood up and brought the painting in front of us, uncovering it.

A white lily...

It was interesting to see that that's who she was. Normally, white lilies are used as funeral flower arrangements to symbolise the return to innocence of the deceased person. They are also used during weddings, symbolising commitment.

"This is-" The door to the greenhouse opened, interrupting my train of thoughts. We all turned our heads towards it, watching as Chris leisurely scanned the place with his eyes.

"Oh, I haven't realised someone might be here." He said shortly, stopping dead in his tracks. It was such a stark contrast between his demeanour, dejected figure and pitch-black clothes, and the serenity of the greenhouse. He looked so out of place, it was kind of painful to watch, as you could tell from a glance that there was no peace left inside of him.

"Chris." I acknowledged him with a nod, and he replied in the same manner.

"We were just preparing to leave..." Hyunjin quickly stood up, grabbing my arm to make me stand up as well, while Felix got in front of the painting, as if protecting it, or trying to hide it from his eyes.

Chris walked up to us, and I noticed Felix and Hyunjin gulping. They seemed uncomfortable, somehow. On edge. When he reached us, he pushed Felix to the side and grabbed the painting and looked at it for a few seconds.

"You two should go." He said to the two men coldly, but when he looked at me, he continued with something unexpected. "... and you may stay."

I sat down and watched as Felix and Hyunjin left the greenhouse, worry plastered on their faces, and then I looked at Chris, who was still captured by the magnificent white lily on the canvas.

"Rebirth." He said after a while. "That's what she named it..."

"That's a beautiful name."

"I keep replaying the conversations with her over and over... We don't know how today might go, so I just wanted you to know that I'll always be on your side, no matter what. You know what I said? I know that already." He chuckled.

I stood silent and let him start talking again whenever he was ready.

"Iris, you read through me since day one." He put the painting down and looked at me. "It took you just one glance to see that I'd much rather be dead."

"It takes one to know one." I whispered.

"You've said that before. Is that your catch phrase or something?" He chuckled. "Don't worry, Minho is a man of his word. If he promised you something... he will do it."

So, he didn't forget. I smiled to myself.

"Then... should we have our first therapy session here? It's a serene place." I laid back and pointed Chris to the chair next to me, and he hesitantly sat down, before standing up in a flash.

"No... not here. I have a better idea. Come."

He walked out of the greenhouse in a hurry, and I followed him, similarly to last time, when we went to the pizza place. This time, however, Chris headed to a parked car in the garden, and urged me inside.

We drove for a while through villages and plains, the city now far away in the rearview mirror, until we reached a beautiful hill. Chris stopped the car and got out, starting to walk somewhere, and I once again followed him without saying a word.

On top of the hill, a gravestone overlooked the land below proudly, Emilia "Shade" Jeong written in bold letters, and below it, a Lily carved in relief.

"This is where Jeongin buried her... I come here sometimes. More often than I'm proud of. I'm still mourning."

"Grief doesn't have a timeline." I replied and watched as he kneeled down in front of the gravestone. "I'd even dare to say you look quite calm."

"The first few hundred times when I was here were difficult." He chuckled. "Filled with rage, shouting and crying, hitting the ground with my fists and hoping the sky would tear open and give her back to me."

I put my hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

"I feel like such a fool... still coming here 2 years later. Jeongin never does."

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow. Quite curious, but I didn't say anything.

"Maybe I'm just a fool."

"Why don't you start from the beginning, Chris?"

He sighed.

"Emilia... was in a mafia called The Scarlet Rose prior to joining us. She's been in it ever since she could remember and didn't question their activities much... until her best friend presumably died in one of their missions. She decided to leave them, but that's not really... doable in our world, you know?"

"I figured that much." I nodded. "So... how did she join Stray Kids?"

"Her boss offered her a way out. A mission... In order to be allowed to leave, she had to kill me."

"Oh."

"Funny, right?" He laughed briefly. "It's the first time I'm talking about her with someone else."

"You're doing her justice, no worries." I laughed as well. "She seems interesting."

"She was. I swear, I've never met anyone like that girl."

"So, did she come after your head?"

"She did. She walked in our mansion confidently and started flirting with me as soon as I approached her. She was so, so beautiful, and incredibly hot." He chuckled, remembering. "I already knew she was coming, so I wasn't taken by surprise or anything, but... I felt kinda bad for her, being betrayed by her Mafia like that."

"Oh wait. Was it her boss?"

"Mhm." He nodded. "He never intended to let her leave, so he got in touch with us and told us she's coming in exchange for some of our dealers..."

"That's horrible."

"Yea, it sucks being betrayed like that... I guess I'm not much better. I ended up doing the same thing to her." He chuckled bitterly and looked away, far in the distance. He reminded me of my own self on the bridge two months ago. We had the same empty, lightless gaze.

"You did offer her a chance, didn't you?"

"I did... despite everyone's complaints. However, the others were quick to accept her, except for one of them. Her name was Hyo."

"Hyo..." The girl Felix mentioned earlier.

"She was like a little sister to me, but what she did was despicable. I don't know how I didn't notice she was harbouring other feelings for me. She just loathed Emilia, pretended to be friends while she planted evidence against her to make us trust her less and less... and we bit the bait."

"You know, Chris... betrayal never starts in big lies, but in small secrets. You couldn't have known if Hyo never gave you the indication that she likes you differently..."

"I keep trying to piece it together and see which signs I've missed, and it now seems so obvious, Iris..."

"Of course it does, because now you know all the facts. But when you're in that moment, it's not that easy to figure out."

"That's why I want a time machine. If I could've done things differently, then maybe... just maybe, both of them would've still been here. But I can't turn back time. I'm a murderer and I ended up killing the two women I loved the most."

"One of the hardest lessons in life is accepting that what we've done is unforgivable, and letting go..."

Chris looked at me with conflicted feelings. On one hand, he desperately wanted to let it go, to heal, but on the other, he couldn't stop punishing himself for his mistakes. He was fighting a tough battle, a losing fight, a war against himself where no matter which side won, he would still lose.

~

We headed back home after chatting for a little while, and I found out that Chris wasn't such a horrible human being as I initially thought. Of course, I still held some resentment towards him for 'testing' me the way he did, but after talking with him one on one for more than one hour and getting to know him better, I realised he is a kind man deep down.

He just had to bury his own self to be able to keep on going.

When we got back to the house, everyone who returned was in the kitchen, except Minho. He was in our room waiting for me, sitting down on the chair in front of the desk and taking off a pair of black fingerless leather gloves. His knuckles were stained in dried blood and he looked tired; black, prominent dark circles under his beautiful eyes.

"Hey..." I entered the room slowly and noticed his mannerisms. He certainly didn't seem too pleased.

He just nodded, and didn't spare me one glance. I headed to the bathroom and soaked a towel in water, then I went back to the bedroom and kneeled down in front of him.

"Are you okay?" I asked directly while pressing the wet cloth against his knuckles, wiping off the blood. He didn't seem physically hurt, and I was not about to walk on eggshells around him.

"Mission was successful." He replied but was short with me.

"Chris took me to Emilia's grave today." I decided to broach the subject first and check if that's what was bothering him.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. He told me a lot about her..."

"Why did you go alone with him?" He asked all of a sudden, and I raised my eyes to meet his. They were cold and unforgiving, and if I were someone else, I might've even been scared of him.

"Why not?"

"Because there's no reason for you to be alone with him. Ever."

"Minho, don't you trust me?" I scoffed. "You're the one who brought me here. Do you think I'd turn my back on you?"

"No." He shook his head. "It's not that. I do trust you. I don't trust him, though. And I'm not talking about cheating or whatever. I just think he might hurt you."

Oh.

He brushed my hair with his hand and his brown eyes no longer looked cold.

He was worried for me.

He continued in such a quiet and kind tone, the skin on my arm got goosebumps.

"It's the first time I'm feeling like this, so please bear with me... I was so stressed out to leave you here alone, when I knew that Chris would be capable of anything. Hearing from Hyunjin that Chris took you somewhere and that you've been gone for 5 hours made me fucking spiral."

"I'm fine." I took his hand and pressed it on my cheek, kissing his palm. "Thank you for worrying about me."

"I also don't want you spending time with other men, don't get me wrong." He chuckled, and the atmosphere felt lighter. It was easier to breathe.

Was I anxious that I upset him?

"Oh my, you're so possessive!" I exclaimed and stood up, pulling on his arm. "Come. You should take a shower."

"Will you join me?" He smirked.

I so wanted to. I wanted to touch him, and I wanted him to touch me, and I wanted to have him in all the ways, but I was scared of having flashbacks again, of getting transferred back to that night, and I was scared that sex was ruined for me forever...

... or at least until I could get that revenge Minho promised me.

He noticed my frown and immediately added "Wait, not like that- I mean, hot steamy shower sex with you sounds like the dream, but that's not what I wanted to imply. The intimacy-"

I pressed my lips against him and cut him off.

"Yea, let's take a shower together." I whispered, and we headed to the bathroom. I helped him wash off all the dry blood on his body and didn't ask him anything about the mission. I figured he would talk if he truly wanted to, but he was always hesitant when telling me about himself.

It was almost as if he was afraid I would change my perception of him. He certainly didn't know me too well, because if he did, he would've known I'm fucked enough in the head to love him no matter what atrocities he commits, as long as he loves me as well.

I never regarded myself as a good person, and spending so much time around criminals made me simply unphased of most things people consider unforgivable. What for most comes as shocking and reprehensible is for me an afternoon story during coffee on a usual work day on Wednesday.

I continued washing Minho off, and he wasn't hesitant to wash me back, but he was mindful of my private parts. It's funny, really. He was inside me two months ago, but ever since I told him about my rape, he didn't make even one move.

None.

Besides hugging me late at night in bed, holding my hand and kissing my lips or forehead (or hands, or shoulders or chest or...), he didn't dare touch me. Everything was on my terms, and I truly appreciated that. You wouldn't think Minho was a patient man, but he was, and I loved that about him.

At first, I worried that he didn't find me attractive anymore, but he seemed to sincerely love me, and his throbbing cock right now in the shower was telling a very different story.

I grabbed his girth and started slowly stroking him up and down, latching my mouth to his neck and sucking love marks on him. I also loved him sincerely, and I wanted to paint him with my love. I wanted to slowly get over my trauma, for me and for him.

He let his head roll back against the shower wall and closed his eyes, moaning.

"Iris, my love, you don't have to-"

"Shh." I pressed my lips on his and stole the words out of his mouth, then I moved them down his body, until I got on my knees in front of him and pressed a steady kiss on the tip of his cock.

He was so hard; I was sure it must've been painful to long for someone else's touch – mine – that badly. I wrapped my mouth around him and started bobbing my head, as his hand moved to the side of my face, caressing my cheek lovingly.

There was water everywhere; on my face, in my hair, on my body, but I didn't care. I just wanted to make him feel good, to hear his pleading moans. It was so satisfying to watch this usually cold-heart, collected, strong man crumbling under my touch.

I grabbed his right thigh with one hand for support and cupped his balls with the other, whilst continuing to suck him off, making sure to trail circles around his head with my tongue when I would reach the edge of his cock.

His moans became louder, so I continued at a quicker pace, and soon enough felt his warm release down my throat. As soon as he came, he got on his knees as well and kissed me so many times I lost count.

"Fucking hell." He whispered, his eyes stuck on mine. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

I laughed, but he was serious. The way he was watching me was like he was under a spell. Was it love, or obsession?

Either way, it didn't matter.

I kissed him again.

"May I return the favour?" He asked hesitantly, but I wasn't ready for that.

"I'm sorry." I shook my head, and he understood.

We both stood up and resumed showering. Minho kissed my shoulders and washed my hair, then helped me dry it in bed.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about." I started, and he stood silent, waiting for me to continue. "I want you to teach me how to fight properly."

He put the hair dryer down and looked at me.

"Why?"

"I fought with Felix today, and... I don't know, Minho. I want to come with you on missions. If I'm part of Stray Kids anyway, I want to be useful to you at some point."

"I don't want you to come with me though." He whispered, removing a hair strand from my face. "Missions are dangerous. What if something happened to you?"

"Should I just stay like a porcelain doll on a shelf, then?" I frowned.

"I will teach you... because it would be good to know how to defend yourself... but that's all. No missions, okay? Let's start tomorrow."

I smiled and kissed him, and that's how my physical combat classes started.

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