#ji changmin suggestive

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changmin tbz + #75 from drabbles

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Changmin + Suggestive -aka getting felt up in public-

(I think I've made my intentions clear.)

Changmin and you sit in a booth across from Chanhee and Sunwoo. Their conversation had started to bore you nearly five minutes ago, but they're showing zero signs of changing it anytime soon. You try to keep your focus on them, but naturally, your eyes start to drift and wander. You barely notice you are doing it until a weight comes to rest on your thigh.

Glancing down, you see Changmin's hand resting there, and once again, you quickly lose interest. Not in Changmin specifically, but in his hand just sitting there. You begin to pick at the table in front of you when Changmin's hand starts rubbing your thigh soothingly. Knowing him, he has picked up on your boredom and is trying to placate you for the moment. What you don't expect, however, is for his hand to start pushing toward the inside of your thighs.

Thinking he wants to tuck a hand between them like he normally does, you open your legs a little and allow his hand to fall deeper in between your thighs. At first, you think that's it, but once he starts moving his hand back and forth, closer to the apex of your thighs, you eye him carefully.

What on earth does he think he's doing? You're in a restaurant. Across the table from his friends. Literally, anyone could walk up to you and see where his hand is and where it apparently plans on going.

Changmin doesn't glance your way. He continues the conversation without missing a beat while his hand continues to creep up higher. You adjust in your seat, wondering if you should stop this or see how far he's willing to go. Normally, Changmin isn't one for PDA, but clearly, something has got him going.

After another minute, his moves become bolder. His hand slides straight up, rubbing against you in a way that has you shifting in your seat. You try to act normal and remain calm, but how the hell are you going to do that when his palm and fingers are grinding your pants against your sweetest spot?

A whimper threatens to escape your throat, but you swallow it down and hope no one notices the change in your breathing pattern. When you try to move your body away from his hand, he follows you and continues the attack. You do your best to keep it together until you notice a moment in the conversation where Sunwoo and Chanhee are paying attention to each other and not the two of you.

You lean over and hiss in his ear. "What are you doing?"

He looks at you in amusement. "I think I've made my intentions pretty clear, but if you need me to break it down for you - I'm keeping you entertained until I can take you home and really play with you."

You're shocked by his brazen attitude and also absurdly turned on. His words, paired with his hand, make you want to cut off Sunwoo and Chanhee, drag Changmin out of the diner, and pull him into the backseat of his car. There's not a single part of you that thinks you can make it back to either of your places with the way his hand is working you.

Hmm… maybe you can convince Changmin to go into the bathroom with you…

"What are you doing?" Sunwoo's horrified voice breaches your ears and you know you're totally busted. Much to Changmin's delight.

Oh, well. At least now you can get the heck out of here and make sure Changmin stays true to his word.

[winterchimez]

Lip Sync | Ji Changmin

pairing: ex Changmin x f!reader

genre: angst, suggestive

warnings: influence of alcohol, making out scenes, mentions of s*x, bad breakup, cheating, unrequited love (in some way)

word count: 2,751

a/n: so.... i can explain 🤡 what made me wrote this oneshot on a whim was because of Changmin's whisper from the song itself 🫠 (delusional to the max tbh 🙃) but in all honesty this is my favourite track from their latest jp album, and i knew i had to write a fic about it!! i just hope i managed to execute it well according to the lyrics (yall i tried my best ><) feedback would be much appreciated! 🩵

You watched as the clock continued to tick as it reached closer to the hour you were going to be done with this dreaded lecture you were having. 

3… 2… and finally… 1. 

The clock strikes 14:00, and everyone seemingly grabbed the belongings that they had obviously packed way beforehand and rushed out of the lecture hall. You, on the other hand, were in no rush to head to your next destination, which was your accommodations.

As you took your time packing away your things into your backpack, your phone lights up and produces a ding sound, indicating that you have received a notification. You immediately took up your phone that was lying front screen down on the table, and read the notification mentally. 

Hey Y/N, remember this time during 2022? 

Snapchat. Always with the monthly notifications that you’ve never bothered clicking into to see what it was because your college life was never entertaining in the slightest bit. You were a lone girl, and you’ve always preferred staying in the university’s library till late at night and then heading back to the comforts of your accommodations. You were never an outgoing person, so attending social parties was definitely out of the question.

However, for some reason, your brain decides to do the opposite today, as you clicked on the notification, with the thought of just having a quick glance at whatever Snapchat wanted to remind you about. 

Now, you wished you could’ve turned back time and that you’d never clicked into the application in the first place. 

A picture appeared on the exact same date from a year ago, depicting you with your former boyfriend, Ji Changmin.

Honestly, the Y/N from your freshmen year would’ve laughed if she had known that you and the f*ckboy of your university were actually a thing for a good solid 2 years. Ji Changmin was infamous, to say the least. Not only was he a good dancer that has basically contributed to winning several trophies from various dance competitions that were held annually throughout the state, but he was also the face of the university. 

Many students and lecturers admired the way he was. The manner in which he presented himself, those doe-like eyes and how he’s able to put on this adorable yet captivating look that just makes everyone swoon over him? He was a winner for sure. 

Everyone could’ve sworn he was definitely up for the job to take on the role of the president of the student council, given the good grades that he has worked so hard to maintain throughout the years. But the lad always turned the offer down, saying how there were better students up for the role, especially his close bud Kevin or Sangyeon. 

In reality though, what really stood out the most among the students was that he was the infamous f*ckboy in university. Oh, how many girls have given up anything to be able to spend a day with him, or even doing the deed with the man himself. 

You have seen how he was always with another girl almost every other day, and being the goody two shoes that you were, you decided that he was someone you’d rather jump off a cliff than associate with.

That was until a frat party that happened 2 years ago when your assignment mate at the time, Eric, was basically dragging everyone he knew to come to join him. And of course, he had to bring his newly met friend along too because according to him, the more the merrier. 

You came up with so many excuses that night, saying how you were sick or how you had way too many assignments due the next day. But that did not stop the male from actually showing up at your doorstep and basically dragging you into his car, not even letting you have a say in all of this.

So there you were, at your first frat party which you obviously did not enjoy the slightest bit. So many times you’ve tried to avoid everyone like the plague, retreating to the kitchen most of the time to be alone while having the least intoxicating drink you could possibly find. 

Of course, your demeanour that day stood out entirely from everyone else, and that has piqued the interest of the f*ckboy that was watching you ever since the moment you stepped into the party. He had his eyes on you the whole night, desperately waiting for the right moment to hit on you. 

Ji Changmin definitely had to thank the hosts of the party for organizing the infamous beer pong game, for that was when both of you truly came face-to-face with one another. During that time, all of you were split into two different teams, playing the game against each other to see who would win. He was the representative of his team, while you and Eric were the ones for yours.

Apparently, turns out that Eric wasn’t the best at holding his liquor, and he passed out after having 5 shots. Naturally, you had to take on the responsibility of continuing the game. 

You wished so badly that you’d said no that time, for you became tipsy, unknowingly chugging down more than 10 shots for basically losing against Changmin’s team that night. 

As the game ended and everyone was basically minding their own business throughout the apartment, you quickly excused yourself to the bathrooms and tried to calm your spinning head down. 

And there was when Changmin took the chance of visiting you to see with his own eyes, how the girl that has caught his attention throughout the night has become. You were a mess, and that somehow turned the male on even more. 

“Please… I don’t want any trouble….” You whimper.

“Funny you say that because you’re clearly enjoying whatever I am doing to you right now.” 

Both of your arms were pinned up against the cold bathroom walls above your head, and somehow the male ended up leaving trails of kisses all around your neck, while he shoved his legs right in between yours. 

When his lips finally met yours, you seemed to have enjoyed it more than you thought. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but you for sure did not reject that idea and eventually, it turned out to be a steamy make-out session in the bathroom. 

Changmin has made out with multiple women before, yet somehow you just felt so different from the rest. The whole experience? The soft whimpers and moans you produced? Oh, he couldn’t tell you how much they sounded so sweet to his ears, and he craved for more. 

“I just can’t get enough of you.” 

As he began to untie the pretty white lace dress that you were wearing, he couldn’t help but stare at your collarbone as he drops your clothing right onto the ground. He licked his lips, and he couldn’t wait to dwell deeper into his fantasies. 

“People say that I tend to go wild and bite when I’m drunk. Don’t worry sweetheart I won’t do that, unless you’re into that sort of thing.” 

And that was how you ended up with a hickey and a bite mark on your collarbone for a good 2 to 3 weeks. You could only vaguely remember what happened back then, you were too intoxicated to tell from your own perspective. But the male surely did remember every single detail from that session, which was what made him turn his whole interest towards you.

God, he was persistent. He always made the effort to get close to you, while the only thing you wanted was to stay far away from him. But your efforts turned out to be an utter failure most of the time, for he would always be a step ahead of you. 

He somehow got your number and began following your social media accounts and leaving comments on almost all of your pictures, texting you almost every single day, up to sending your random snaps where the male just somehow always manages to get good photoshoot-worthy shots. Honestly, at that time you insisted on blocking the male for good until your assignment mate Eric convinces you otherwise.

“Give it a go, expanding your horizons is what you’re supposed to do in university.” 

You probably would’ve thought that Eric was insane, but later down the line, you realised that you were the one going insane instead. 

Eventually, Changmin decides to get close to you in person, where he’d leave you random post-it notes in your lockers every day and purposely bump into you whenever you both cross paths during lunchtime in the cafeteria. These actions that you once thought to be annoying and intrusive, were slowly turning into ones that you actually enjoyed. 

He was goofy and flirty at the same time, which somehow always manages to put a smile on your emotionless face that clearly indicated how exhausted you were from all the lectures you were dealing with on a daily basis. Eventually, you began to enjoy his company, so when he offered to take you out on your first date, how could you possibly say no? 

Both of you were head over heels for one another, and eventually, the university labelled you both as the new lovebirds of the season. It wasn’t until the 10th date (at least from what you could remember) that both of you finally decided that you both were to become official. 

Of course, it also ended up with having a heated make-out session after having a little too much to drink in his apartment. During that heated moment, Changmin finally took the first step of asking you to be his girlfriend. Being madly in love at that point, you had no reason to say no. 

Instead of giving him a direct answer, you immediately gave him a smile and pulled his face down to your lips till both of you were merely inches apart.

“Just shut up and kiss me already.” 

A bittersweet smile was plastered across your face as you decided to take a seat in your lecture hall. After that Snapchat notification, you unintentionally find yourself to be stalking his Instagram page that you once blocked. 

As you tapped into his icon, you began scrolling through his feed while tears started to form in your eyes. You looked through the dozens of pictures that he posted, and you couldn’t help but to reminisce back on the good old days. 

And that smile of his.  

That smile was something that you’ve grown to become unfamiliar with, it was a thing of the past anyways. 

What exactly happened that made you both parted ways? None of you really knew exactly. 

As both of you eventually reached your senior year, the number of struggles and burdens that you both had to bear was becoming more and more unbearable, which has led the both of you to spend less time together. 

Unfortunately, the struggles were too much to bear for Changmin, and he eventually returned back to his f*ckboy roots, going out and sleeping with a different girl every other day. He did not want you to bear his difficulties while you were already clearly struggling to make ends meet since you provide for yourself, hence he could only vent out his burdens with what he knew best. 

You, on the other hand, were heartbroken, to say the least when you found out that he was doing what he used to in the past before establishing a relationship with you. But eventually, you had to accept the hard truth. 

At the end of the day, f*ckboys will always be f*ckboys. 

As you were lost in your thoughts, your phone suddenly dings which was where you received a new notification, this time from Eric. 

Eric ⚾️: Hey, since finals are over care to join a frat party for tonight? 

Well, since you had nothing better to do and you were basically depressed all over again after reminiscing back on your ex, you immediately took up the offer, in hopes of going for the sake of taking things off your mind for a bit. 

Y/N: Sure, pick me up at 8pm. 

As you turned off your phone and the screen goes dark, you were met with the reflection of your poker face.

Everything is going to be alright. 

So here you were, back at a frat party. You haven’t been in one since the last where your first encounter with your ex happened 2 years ago. 

You just wanted to let things off your mind and basically used this as an excuse to forget about your ex.

Or rather, actually hoping that you’d bump into the male himself. Knowing him, he definitely would not miss out on such an occasion considering his position as the university’s f*ckboy. 

As you make your way around the apartment, sure enough, you found the male on one of the couches, with a random girl he has hooked up with for the night. 

It didn’t take long for the male to notice your presence, perhaps he could feel that a pair of burning eyes were basically directed towards him for some time now.

Not wanting to create a scene, you retreated back to the kitchen, trying your best to find any liquor you could get. Basically, it was kind of an excuse to keep yourself occupied. 

It didn’t take long for the male to present himself in the kitchen, now looking right into your eyes. It has been a good 6 months since you both unofficially ended things, and the tension in the air was awful. 

Not even asking about what both parties have been up to, Changmin immediately broke the tension off by posing a question that seemed a little too harsh for your liking. “We… have no feelings anymore, don’t we?” 

No Changmin. I still love you. After what you’ve done. But, why can’t I say it out loud? 

With the quietness that you returned to him, he slumped his shoulders in defeat and gave this painful smile that you wished you could’ve helped ease.

“Honestly Y/N, you’re too good for me really, for a f*ckboy like me. If there’s someone as similar as you out there, perhaps I could’ve made it work. I guess fate has its plans and you’re just not the right one for me.” 

Don’t say that. 

As the male walks up closer to you, he returns you with a hug, one that you knew that it meant to be the last farewell. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 

You returned the male with a hug, and you tried so hard to hold back the tears that were basically going to stream down your face full of makeup that you’d done rather beautifully for the night. 

“Don’t worry about me, Changmin. I can never thank you enough for all of the beautiful memories we have made for the past 2 years. Your happiness comes first after all. I’ll be okay.” 

As you both broke off the hug, he decides to give you a quick peck on the lips, and oh how you savoured that short-lived moment. 

If this is really the last kiss, then let me remember it fully, from the shape of your lips to the scent that you gave. 

“You deserve someone better, Y/N.” Changmin pulled away and turned his back as he made his way back into the crowd in the living room. 

Right when he was gone, the tears that you’ve tried so hard to hold back finally poured down onto your face, and you desperately tried your very best wiping them away with your bare fingers. 

I wanted for us to start all over again so badly. But my ultimate decision was to put up a brave face in front of you. 

As you were done wiping the tears away, you made your way towards the exit and decided to take a breather and stroll around the area before heading back to your accommodations on your own before it gets too dark to be dangerous loitering around alone. 

With a huff, you looked up into the dark sky and tried your best to put on a sincere smile. 

Let’s both give our next love with our future significant other a shot. And may we truly find the right person to spend our lives with.

a/n: i'm actually considering to write a oneshot based on Eyes On Me & Door as well, do let me know if any of you would be interested in reading them ><

masterlist

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[from-izzy]

the boyz masterlist ♡

OT11

[~300-400 ☂/♡/➳ʚ/ɞ] "what do you think of flowers/bouquets?" ↳ hyung 🤍 98 🤍 maknae

Lee Sangyeon

Jacob Bae

Kim Younghoon

Lee Jaehyun | Hyunjae

Lee Juyeon

Kevin Moon

Choi Chanhee | New

Ji Changmin | Q

Ju Haknyeon

Kim Sunwoo

Eric Sohn

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 the boyz hyung line masterlist 🤍 the boyz 98 line masterlist 🤍 the boyz maknae line masterlist 🤍 nct dream masterlist 🤍 riize masterlist 🤍 other masterlist

[beamtori]

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝.

nonidol!ji changmin x afab!reader

2.4k words (HELP it's only this long bc there's like an actual plot low-key 😭💀), smut (minors dni), cunnilingus (face sitting/riding), cum drinking(??), kind of fingering?, kissing, swearing, descriptions of blood/stitching, mentions of violence/fighting/weaponry, changmin's a boxer? fighter dude?, a lot of arguing and banter, use of pet names (spitfire, baby), angst HAHA!

a/n: once again, this was FOR ME. :l if im being so for real tho, i should have made them fuck piv bc that would have actually scratched my itch, but i just had to go and make him injured 🙄

Ji Changmin was stupid.

"You are so—"

"Stupid? Yeah, you've said that five times already."

"—annoying," you finished with a snide, little smile, relishing in the way his pretty eyes rolled. You gave the thread between your fingers a forceful tug through your gritted teeth to snap the end off; a part of you loved the way he flinched.

You and he were currently holed up in the dimly lit space of your bedroom where he was getting blood all over your sheets, and stupidity all over your floor. (Did you say you thought he was stupid yet? No? Well, he was stupid.) The idiot had gone and gotten his stitches ripped out again, which was the exact opposite of what you told him to do.

You stood looming over him between his legs to take a look at his busted shoulder. The last time, he had gone out and gotten it sliced open. That would teach him to bring a gun next time—you shouldn't even talk about his fists. That would make you pop a blood vessel. His damn knuckles were split open like a row of splattered blueberries—blue and purple and ugh.

"When I come home for the day, the last thing I ever plan to do is more work," you muttered to him as you threaded your needle and began stitching up his gash again.

He winced slightly, digging his teeth into his bottom lip. "So you're saying you've never planned to do me?"

You met his eyes for a split second. His eyebrows flicked upward in suggestion; you made a particularly generous piercing into his skin.

"Shit," he hissed, sucking in a breath. "I said I was sorry."

"For what."

"For doing my job—"

Your eyes narrowed into a glare. "Your job? Your fucking job isn't to get the shit beat out of you every other night, Changmin."

"Oh, so you care now?" He fired back.

Your mouth snapped shut and you continued to work quietly. It wasn't like you didn't care about the nitwit, but you weren't about to admit it point-blank. His ears would never hear that you cared that much, but here you were, letting him into your apartment at god knew what time it was to patch him up again. You didn't know why he always came to you. You quit the boxing ring infirmary months ago, and yet, he always ended up at your doorstep.

When he realized you weren't going to say anything, his uninjured arm took your jaw between his fingers. He looked you in the eyes—you saw the dim lighting of the bedside lamp light a fire in his gaze. Or had that always been there? "You care about me."

You tore your head away. "Oh, fuck you."

His grin was wolfish. "Is that an invitation?"

"One day—" you huffed, knotting the thread and tossing the bloodied needle and tweezers onto the nightstand, "—I'm gonna rip you a new one, Ji Changmin. Or maybe you don't need one 'cause you're already a huge asshole."

He gazed at you, and you weren't sure what it was, but he looked enamored. "Fuck—can you just sit on my face already?"

Everything halted for you. "What?"

"Come on, spitfire; you heard me." His head cocked to the side in challenge. "Sit on my face. My arm might be useless, but my tongue sure isn't—"

"I'll be back," you interrupted sharply before your face got any hotter. You could feel his eyes on you as you scurried into the bathroom next door like a little field mouse.

His audacity was going to drive you to insanity one day.

You found the extra package of gauze and bandages in your medicine cabinet, the ones you had forgotten to grab when he'd come stumbling into your bedroom. You weren't sure why you hadn't forced him onto the kitchen counter like usual, but that was a worry for another time.

He was still there waiting for you. Your gloved hands were bloody and there was a pile of tissues on the ground that you would have to clean up later. You returned to your space between his legs and felt his heavy gaze on you as you pressed gauze to his shoulder and began to wrap his arm back up.

"Yn, I'm sorry."

You pressed your lips together, finishing off the wrap with a small pat on the side of his arm. "You're good to go," you said, "now leave so I can clean up."

You were snapping off your gloves when you heard him get up and approach you. "Yn."

"Don't wanna hear it." You kind of did want to hear it, but that wasn't the point. The point was that you needed to stand your ground and ensure he wasn't about to come running back to you every single time he fucked up.

Hands on your shoulders. The world spun for a quick second. He pressed you up against the bathroom door with the gloves dangling from your fingers and your dignity just two seconds away from dropping. You could see the gleam of sweat on his brow, how deep his dimples dipped into his cheeks; you could smell his musk and the blood, the latter having been slightly muffled now that the wound was closed up, but there was still the matter of all the other blood-stained surfaces.

"If this is another thing to get me in bed with you, then you can forget about it," you said. It happened twice before; you really couldn't do it a third time.

"Can you just listen to me for once?"

"Ah, so just like all the times you listened to me?"

Changmin fixed you with a look. "Has it ever fucking occurred to you that I keep getting hurt so I have an excuse to come see you again?"

Your breath hitched. No, that had certainly not occurred to you. But why would he deliberately get hurt all the time just to see you? Could he not just… see you? Then again, you probably would have still been skeptical of his motives—

"No matter how hard I get hit, Yn; no matter how hard you pinch me with your fucking needle—"

"Why?" You asked. Though the word was soft, it was enough to cut through.

He blinked, his good arm bracing against the door behind you. "Isn't it obvious? I like your stupid face."

Your heart slammed against your ribcage. You could hear it thundering in your ears, the battering of a drum. "You're insane," you swallowed.

"Insane about you." He let out something akin to a laugh, head ducking, but you could see the imprint of dimples in his cheeks. "Isn't that crazy? I'm doing all of this shit because I didn't have the balls to just tell you from the get go."

Changmin dropped his hand to your face, the rough pads of his fingers finding your chin again. His eyes met yours and you could see the softness of the corners, the tenderness of his irises as he looked at you. Perhaps the fire you always saw sparked in them were there for a reason different from what you assumed.

"You're not gonna say anything?" He murmured with a swallow. "Not gonna give me a piece of that spitfire mind this time?" Had he read the signs wrong?

"Why would you go and get yourself beat up just to see me?" That was all you were able to get out of your mouth.

He licked his lips. "'Cause I—I don't know. I'm stupid. Wanted an excuse for you to touch me."

"Glad we can agree on something," you said. "But I like your stupid face, too."

And it was the lack of space that coaxed you into pressing your lips against his. Or maybe it was the coat of saliva over them that made them look so appetizing. Or maybe, more simply, this was long overdue. Twice you had fallen into bed with the boxer, and yet, you couldn't count the number of times you'd shared a kiss with him, shared the same air as him.

You were careful about his injured shoulder, the corresponding arm draping around your waist while the other still clutched your chin, but now cupped your cheek.

A moan slipped out of you as he swiped his tongue over your lip and into your mouth. Your back pressed flush against the door, your body shoved between it and Changmin.

"Wanna taste you," he husked between kisses, taking every breath from your lungs like a souvenir for him to keep. "I have to taste you—been craving you for weeks."

His words curled something sweet in your belly, but you had to protest. "Your shoulder—"

"Fuck my shoulder."

You shoved him off for a second, the both of you heaving for oxygen with pupils dark and dilated. "What do you mean 'fuck my shoulder?' I just fixed the stitches, Changmin."

He exhaled and carded a hand through his hair, taking one of your hands pressed to his chest into his. "Then sit on my face. I don't have to be on top this time."

"You're impossible."

"Not impossible," he shook his head, a smile working its way onto his face.

You sighed as he kissed you again.

That was how you ended up backing him up against the edge of your bed and pushing him down to take a seat. He grabbed your waist with his hands as you stood between his legs, lips molded into yours. You placed your palm on his chest to coax him backwards.

You climbed over him, letting yourself straddle his waist.

His fingers slid down the front of your body to cup you through the fabric of your shorts. "You wet for me?" He muttered.

"Bone fucking dry," you quipped.

His fingers slipped beneath the waistband and you felt him smirk. "Liar."

He found the wet spot in your panties, dragging his fingers in lazy circles like he was collecting your arousal as proof. You made a soft noise against his mouth and subtly grinded yourself into his digits.

"Okay, get your cute butt up here," he said and abruptly removed his fingers from you, giving your ass an affectionate pat.

You sat down on the bed beside him to kick your shorts and panties off. "You're so demanding," you grumbled, but straddled him again and slowly inched yourself up.

He grabbed your hips and hauled you over his face for you, a squeak falling out of your mouth. "You were going too slow," he said to you with his voice slightly muffled.

"And I haven't done this before." You let out a shuddering breath, bracing your palms on the bed above his head. His breath on your wet lower lips made you grasp at his hair.

"Baby's a little shy?" He cooed, massaging your hip with his hand. "Oh, fuck me. Sit, Yn."

"I'm literally—oh."

The flat of his tongue pressed against your pussy and licked a generous stripe up your opening.

You swore and grinded yourself down onto his mouth. "Are you—" you gasped, his lips suckling your clit, "—can you even breathe?"

"Why would I wanna breathe? I'm doing just fine," Changmin replied in a heavy daze. You heard him inhale deeply and moan. The sound itself was enough to make your thighs shake around his head.

He prodded your opening with his tongue, fingers digging into the globes of your ass like he was holding a bowl and drinking from it. Tongue fucking you open, his nose bumped against your clit with the movement. That telltale tension slowly built and curled in your belly, a warm coil of something molten.

You weren't sure how he was even curling his tongue so far up into you, but you grappled his strands of hair like reigns and rode him. The pleasure mounting in you was sweet and you were growing desperate—you writhed on top of him, his name engraving itself in your mouth.

"Changmin," you gasped in your frantic chase for release.

His reply was a strong hand anchoring you to his mouth, encouraging you to use him for your own pleasure.

When that high came, you cried out, body staggering forward. His hands still chained you to him as he slurped your slick up. The sound was obscene, and seemed to echo in the walls of your bedroom. Your thighs convulsed from the extra stimulation.

You huffed, brain muddled. "Fucking hell," you said through labored breaths, gently lowering yourself onto the bed next to him when he loosened his grip.

The sight of his face was nearly enough to make you come again. His skin glistened with your come, eyes glazed over and dark as he looked at you with his head lolled to the side. His lips were pink and plump, and his tongue darted out to swipe over them as if he were catching any residual fluid.

"You doing okay over there, Min?" You asked, leaning over to brush his bangs from his forehead.

"Yeah, I'm—" he let out a laugh and his mouth curled into a smile, "—I'm fantastic."

You laughed, hanging your head.

"I've always wanted to do that," he admitted.

"Yeah?"

"Even better than I thought, to be honest."

Your skin heated at his words, and his warm chuckle following sent a jolt down to your core. He reached over with his good arm to thumb your chin up. "I meant what I said, by the way."

"That you're stupid?"

He rolled his eyes, and shook your head with his hand. "No—that I'm crazy about you."

There went your heart again. The organ in your chest never failed to skip every other beat when it came to him. He just had a way of making you trip in the best way possible.

You squeezed your thighs together, his eyes darting at the movement. "Wish you would have just told me sooner."

"I should've," he agreed. "But let me make it up to you now."

You crawled over him and lowered your lips over his; you could still taste yourself on his tongue. "Not with this injured shoulder, you're not."

He groaned in protest, reaching around your body to pinch your side. "Damn."

"But," you drawled while sliding your hand down the length of his body and cupping his cock through his jeans.

His hand grabbed at your thigh as he moaned into your mouth.

"That doesn't mean I can't do anything for you."

a/n: imagine the image in the banner is how he looks post-this-fic

tbz m.list

[daisyvisions]

Not Part Of The Mission - (k.yh)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), spy!au, colleagues to lovers (they bicker, but they’re not enemies), mentions of violence (i.e. fighting and killing, guns and knives mentioned) heavy kissing, slight dry humping, slight spit kink, fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex (be safe irl! this is just a fic), creampie, pet name (sweetheart)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word count: 2.6K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: My delayed birthday entry for our resident bread boy. His current long hair reminded me again of his maverick era and I just had to write about it. Wishing nothing but the best for his bday month and their comeback!

"Who are we looking for exactly?" you impatiently ask, your hands perched on your hips.

"Well, according to the file, his name is Ji Changmin. But that's not who we're looking for right now," he replies, his eye glued to the telescope.

"Then who the hell are we looking for?"

"Can you relax? Our job is to stake out. I thought Sangyeon made that clear?"

"Yeah, but to stake out for FIVE hours?" you exclaim. Younghoon pulls away from the telescope and lets out a big sigh.

"Unless you have any other better ideas, I suggest you shut that mouth of yours, sweetheart." He looks up at you.

"Ew, I told you to stop calling me that." You wince at the nickname.

"Why? Is it doing anything for you?" His smug smile makes you want to punch him in the gut.

"In your dreams," you scoff. "Taking fifteen. Going to get some fresh air for a bit."

"Don't walk too far, alright? We were told to stay put until we get orders." Younghoon warns.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill."

"I swear to god if anything happens to you--"

"I'll be fine, okay? Can you not watch me like a hawk for once?" Your eyebrows knit together.

"Well, sweetheart, it's not my fault you nearly got yourself screwed over the last mission. I was put on specific orders to make sure you don't go rogue again like last time."

"I told you to stop calling me that!" You stomp your foot on the ground.

Younghoon barks out a laugh. "You're so cute when you get mad. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"How did I end up getting stuck with you for this mission?" you hiss.

"Because you love me, that's why." He grins back.

You scowl at him before turning around to walk out.

"Fifteen minutes, okay? If you don't come back, I'm going out to look for you." Younghoon shouts, but you flip him off in response and head out of the room.

To be honest, you're not really sure where you're heading. You just want to get out of that room for a moment before you start to lose your mind. This wasn't the kind of action you signed up for when you joined the special ops. You wanted to be out there in the field, actually putting into practice all the hours you spent training.

Since that last mission, it's as if everyone on the team is constantly watching over you like a child. It's not your fault you deviated from the plan. Sure, things became a little messy, but if it wasn't for you, you wouldn't have gotten the viable information you needed to close down the case. You shake off your thoughts and just mindlessly walk around instead.

As you walk around the abandoned building, hand gripping the gun in your pocket, you see an open window ahead of you. The view of the sun setting in front of you is incredibly breathtaking. You decide to lean your arms on the ledge and look out for a moment and just get lost in its beautiful orange hues.

You can't remember the last time you saw a sunset as beautiful as this.You're put out of your trance as you hear footsteps behind you. You huff in annoyance and turn around.

"Younghoon... It hasn't even been fifteen minutes. Can you just give me a fucki--" You let out a loud gasp. Strong hands are gripping your wrists. It's not Younghoon, but a henchman you've seen earlier on in the mission.

You try to fight him off, but he's stronger than any of the other enemies you've ever encountered. His weight causes you to lose balance and fall to the ground. As he tries to pin you down even further, you pull out the gun from your pocket but it ends up getting swatted out of your grip.

As you try to struggle to get out of his grasp, the henchman pulls out a knife from his pocket, attempting to push it against your neck. You use all your might to push back but feel your strength quickly decreasing. You close your eyes and slowly accept your fate.

Suddenly, the weight of the henchman on top of you disappears and you hear him scream in pain. You open your eyes to see his arm stabbed by his own knife. And in a flash, you see Younghoon gripping his collar and punching him like there's no tomorrow before finally shooting him down.

Your heart pumps so fast against your chest from everything happening so quickly. Faster than anything that has ever happened to you during missions.

"Shit--" Younghoon huffs out, briefly shaking his hand from the numbing feeling of his knuckles before combing his hair back with his fingers. He immediately walks towards you, lowering himself down to hold your body upright and swinging your arm around his shoulder for support. He quickly walks you both back to the stakeout room.

As soon as he closes and locks the door, he turns around and steps forward closer to you with worry in his eyes.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" He checks your arms, face, any sign of injury.

"N-no. I'm fine." You quietly answer, avoiding his eyes.

"Fuck-- If I had been there too late, I might've lost you." He cups your face between his hands, looking into your eyes, still breathing heavily from what happened earlier. You try your best at this moment not to blush, especially with his face being this close to yours.

His hands lower to your waist, still holding you tight to make sure you're alright.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again. You slowly nod in response, as your mind is distracted from the way his hands feel on your body. Your heart's still pumping fast but now for a different reason.

Your heart aches the moment he pulls away and lets go of your waist, wanting to feel his warmth again seeping through your clothes. You impulsively reach out to grab his collar, making him turn around.

"Wha--" Younghoon doesn't even have the time to react properly as soon as you pull him close and press your lips against his. You quickly pull back, both your eyes widening at what just happened.

"Oh my god." You panic.

"I'm sorry. I just-- I don't know why I just did that-- oh my god, I'm so stupid, I'm so sor--"

"Shut up--" Younghoon grabs your waist to pull you close, quickly leaning forward to kiss you again. You deepen the kiss further as you feel your arms around his neck, making him groan in the process.

You both move your lips in sync with one another as you run your fingers through his hair and his arms start slowly embracing you. He pulls away from your lips quickly to catch his breath before diving back in to snake his tongue inside your mouth.

You let out a desperate whine feeling the wet muscle intertwining with yours, encouraging Younghoon to keep on going. He quickly walks you back till your ass hits the ledge of the desk, deepening his kiss even further as you slightly lean backwards.

His hands suddenly grip your hips and lift you up to make you sit. You both hastily swat anything that was previously on the table before he lays you down on the surface. Your legs immediately wrapping around his torso like a magnet, pulling his body closer to yours. Both of you feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

His kisses start traveling to the side of your jaw, making their way down to the side of your neck. His teeth lightly graze your sensitive skin before lightly nipping and sucking, the sensation making you whimper from its pleasurable pain. He licks and kisses the sensitive part to soothe the sting for a moment before going back to kissing you on the lips once again.

Damn, he's a really good kisser, you think to yourself. His lips molding into yours so perfectly, its pillow-like texture making you take his lower lip between your teeth and nipping them. Younghoon lets out a very deep moan, the vibrations coursing throughout your body.

He presses his body onto yours even more, feeling his hard length pressing against your aching core. His hips start to roll as your legs try to pull him closer, making you both moan into each other's mouths from the delicious friction happening down below.

Desperate for each other, you reach to unbutton your pants and lift your hips slightly so he could pull them out and toss them somewhere on the side. Younghoon then pushes you onto your back and grabs both your wrists with one hand to pin them down above your head. His other hand lightly squeezes and cups your jaw between his fingers.

"Open." he commands. "What?" you look at him with half-lidded eyes.

Without hesitation, he immediately squeezes your cheeks to open your mouth and lets his spit drop inside, making you gasp from the unexpected move. He lets go of your jaw and pushes his two fingers inside your mouth. You involuntarily suck on them before he pulls them out and shoves them beneath your underwear to rub your sensitive bud in circles.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Didn't even need my spit, huh?" he growls.

"Younghoon-- need you." You whine as your clit throbs from how fast he's rubbing you, his fingers teasingly prodding your entrance in-between.

"Where do you need me, sweetheart?"

"I-inside, pleaseee" you beg.

"Yeah? Shit, I'll give it to you soooo good." he pulls his hand away from your core, making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. He pulls your body upright, signaling you to get off the desk. The moment you stand up he spins you around and bends you over. He pushes his hips against your ass for a moment, making you feel his erection before quickly unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down to his knees.

His cock slaps against his abdomen, prominent veins protruding and his pink mushroom tip oozing precum. He tugs his member at the base, fisting it up and down for a moment before hooking a finger to your underwear and pulling it to the side.

He drags the tip of his cock between your folds, lubricating himself even further with your arousal before sticking the head inside your entrance and slowly pushing himself all the way inside. The stretch immediately has your head going numb.

Younghoon waits for a moment to feel you adjust to his size before slowly dragging out his length and pushing it all back inside. He does this until he gradually increases the pace, gripping your hips tight and pounding into you as you feel his balls slap your core rhythmically and the desk creaking under you.

Wanton moans spill out of your mouth, trying to hold onto anything you can find as Younghoon fucks you rough from behind. You start to feel the tip of his cock nudge that gummy spot inside you, making your eyes roll far back.

"Oh god! Right there!" you scream.

"So fucking tight, practically milking me dry holy shit." He increases the pace even further, pulling your hips backward with every thrust.

Just as you feel yourself slowly ascend, you both hear the buzz of your walkie-talkie that's still on the desk.

"Hello?"

"Fuck." Your eyes grow wide. The buzzing sound repeats again.

"Helloooooo?" The person on the other line calls out.

"Answer it." Younghoon grunts under his breath.

"What?" You look back at him with panic. Instead of repeating himself, he grabs the back of your hair and pulls it hard, making you moan.

"Do it." He whispers in your ear before letting go of your hair.

You reach for the walkie-talkie and try to compose yourself before pressing the button to answer.

"Y-yeah?" you croak.

"Any status report?" You hear Chanhee's voice over the line.

"No. N-no detected movement." You bite on your fist, restraining yourself from moaning as Younghoon's cock deliciously drags in and out of your cunt. His tip continuously nudging at that gummy spot.

"Shitttt." Younghoon groans from behind.

"Was that Younghoon?" Chanhee asks.

"Y-yeah, just s-stretching his legs that's all." You lie.

"Are you okay? You sound like you're crying."

"I'm fine, I'm fine, just choked on my water." You lie again. Well... sort of as you do start to feel small tear drops forming at the corners of your eyes.

"Oookkaaayyy. Well, don't forget we need to reconvene at 8 PM." Chanhee replies.

"Uh-huh." You respond, words slowly becoming incoherent as you feel your high approaching. As soon as you drop the line, Younghoon increases his pace again, and your moans start to get louder and louder.

"Shit shit shit I'm cumming!" you exclaim, a flash of white appears before your eyes as soon as you say that. You moan constantly from how hard your orgasm hit you just then. Younghoon's high follows right after, feeling your walls tighten so hard around his cock he grunts against your ear so loud. His hot white fluid exploding inside of you as his member continues to twitch uncontrollably inside.

You both try to catch your breath, chests heaving from the intensity of your orgasms. As soon as you both come down from your highs, the reality of what just happened hits both of you like a truck. You turn around to look at him, looking at each other with the widest eyes while he's still plugged into you.

"What the fuck was that?!" You both shout at the same time.

Later on in the night, as the team gathers to meet up, you and Younghoon intentionally ignore each other's gaze. Not uttering any word to one another right after he pulled out and just minding your own business, pretending nothing even happened at all. Both of you are stunned and embarrassed at what happened earlier in the stakeout room.

Chanhee notices the odd behavior between the two of you, “Are you sure you two are okay? You both look like shit. Did something happen in-”

“NO!” You and Younghoon shout at him. Everyone else including Chanhee look at both of you in confusion.

“I mean- No. Nothing major happened. Not at all. Right?” You side glance at Younghoon.

“Yeah, yeah nothing. It’s all good.” Younghoon fake coughs, trying his best not to look embarrassed remembering your moment together.

“Anyway!” Hyunjae interrupts. “Let’s get some shut eye. Same time tomorrow, same roles alright? Let’s move out.” Everyone disperses as soon as possible.

As you grab you bag and some of the equipment and head towards the van, you feel Younghoon’s figure walking beside you. He leans a little lower to get close to your ear as you walk, making sure that the next thing he’s about to say could only be heard between the two of you,

“At least now we have something to do to pass the time tomorrow huh, sweetheart?” you quickly turn your head towards him and he playfully grins at you. You swat your free hand against his chest and he barks out a laugh.

“I told you to stop calling me that!”

“But you love it anyway.”

[sanaxo-o]

Lonesome (Ji Changmin)

Warnings: cheating, drinking, kissing, cursing, just hurt with no comfort lmao, genuinely just plain angst with no happy ending :)

Word count: 2594

Sana: Hihi back with our series Emails I can’t send fwd. It genuinely took me ages to write something because I kept jumping from one member to another and ally was just so understanding 😭. A huge huge thanks to @winterchimez @invuwrld and @from-izzy for beta reading this and giving me their suggestions. Love you guys <3

“One more of this please.” You say with your eyebrows arched together. Placing your aching head in your hands you heavy out a small, tired sigh as you think back to the times when you were still happy.

Ever since you were young, all you ever wanted was your love life to be filled with joy and happiness. You knew that was not it, you saw all the hardships your parents went through when they were together but they always found their way back to each other. That was true love in your eyes.

You always dreamed about finding a man who loved you just like your dad did; you remember your older brother talking with you about the girl he used to like. You were envious of that feeling he had because you never felt it, but when you saw your brother wail over the same girl who used to bring that silly smile to his face, it made you question if love was really what you thought it was.

You think back to the time when you promised your brother to never cheat on your future partner, the way his eyes glistened with tears because he was the one who got cheated on made you swear that never in your life will you ever cheat on your partner. That is if you ever find one.

And when you did find the one, you thought that’s all you will ever need. It was as if your life was complete and you were now with the man you would love forever.

Being with Changmin truly did change your life, the way your eyes would sparkle whenever you saw his smile or when he would do those small gestures for you unknowingly made you feel like you were the only person who would ever matter to him.

You thought you would never lose him, not with the way your relationship was going on a smooth pattern but life had different decisions for you.

When you got together with Changmin, you knew it was gonna be difficult in the beginning. The man was known for having commitment issues; he was popularly known for only dating for a month and then ghosting them.

But you thought what you had with him was different; you guys went through your relationship for over a month. Hell, you surprised everyone when you both celebrated your three months anniversary.

You never thought that it would all come crashing down like this, not when your love for him was so strong.

You should have known, you were not the one when he stopped gazing at you with love in his eyes, the way he started snapping at you for the smallest things and then apologising for it blaming that he was just stressed.

You were afraid— to be his history when you dreamed about being his present, past and future. Well, then it might just remain a dream then, right?

Taking a sip of the alcohol that was placed in front of you, you looked around your surroundings, the very place where your relationship started falling apart.

—x—

Flashback

Entering the crowded club, you try your best to stick around with Changmin. Coming out to clubs three times a week was never your thing. Yes, you went to clubs, but it was only for rare or special occasions.

But considering the fact that Changmin was a huge party animal, you knew you would have to come to some of the parties along with him. You were his girlfriend, after all.

“Wait, where are you going?” You ask Changmin with a small voice as you grip his hand tightly. Afraid you might get separated in this crowded place.

“I will just look for Juyeon, you should go and get yourself a drink. I will be back in no time.” Saying that Changmin gave your forehead a small kiss as he dragged you to the bar counter, “Order some drinks for yourself while I go and talk to Juyeon about something, hmm?” He says as he caresses your hands softly while lovingly gazing into your round eyes.

You could see the sparkle still present in them. It never seemed to disappear when you were with him, which warmed your heart.

Giving him a small nod you watch his figure disappear into the room full of people. Heaving out a sigh, you order yourself a mocktail, even though you are not in the mood to drink alcohol.

—x—

Heaving out a sigh you grip onto your phone as you look at the time displayed on your screen. 12:37. It has been more than an hour since Changmin walked away to have a talk with Juyeon, and still there was no sight of him.

Getting up from the stool, you hand the bartender the money you owe him as you start walking away from there to search for Changmin.

Going around the dance floor, there was no sight of Changmin. Getting worried, you go up to the second floor to search for him. He should most probably be there, right?

Walking up the stairs you start feeling nauseous, being around all those drunk people whose bodies kept on brushing against yours made you sick. You could smell all the sweat which made you want to throw up.

As you reach the second floor, you start walking towards the spread-out couches. Looking around you could feel your legs coming to an immediate halt when you saw Changmin talking with some other person, a woman to be exact.

You could not believe your eyes, he left you there all alone while he was chit-chatting with some other girl.

Taking slow steps towards him you noticed Changmin look up at you, but his eyes did not sparkle like they used to before.

“Hey, I was looking for you…” you say quietly. Too afraid to speak any louder knowing your voice may break if you do so. “I think I will leave now. You can have fun and stay back. I don’t feel so good anyway!” You say in a rushed tone as you turn on your heels and walk away from there.

You expected Changmin to come after you, too, maybe drop you off or something but when you did not feel any presence behind you, you lost all hope.

Exiting the club, you remove your heels and hold them in your hands as you sit down on the footpath, too heartbroken to even think about looking for a ride back home.

Looking up at the night sky, you stare at the moon shining its light down on you brightly.

Sniffing you bite back your tears as the previous scene keeps on playing back in your mind. You knew you were gonna lose him, it was obvious, but you did not want to let him go.

Flashback ends

—x—

“Miss, I think it’s enough for now. You’re drunk, and we need to close. Could you please call someone who could pick you up?” You hear the bartender say to you. Looking up at him you nod your head and stand up from your chair.

Stumbling on your way to the exit, your hands hover above his contact name. Despite all the things he has done, why is it that he’s the first person you could think of in this situation? Why is it that your fingers subconsciously clicks on his contact name as you wait for him to pick up?

“Hello?” You heard Changmin’s voice beam through the other line. Heaving out a sigh you sit down on the very footpath you were on when you encountered Changmin with the girl that day.

“Could you pick me up?” You slur out. From the way you were speaking, Changmin caught onto the fact that you were drunk.

“Where are you?” You hear him ask while telling him the name of the club you hang up on him before he could reply back.

Staring down at your empty hands, your mind drifts back to the time when you started noticing Changmin distancing himself from you.

The way he would always space out while you were talking, the numerous times he reached home late with the smell of a different perfume on his clothes.

—x—

Flashback

It was a day everyone was eager for; you guys were gonna graduate. A new era and a chapter were about to begin tomorrow.

You were more than excited for this day; you graduated from university with flying colours, you already applied for different jobs which you were sure you would enjoy, but most of all, you were happy that you were able to share this moment with Changmin.

You knew he was happy about graduating, but there was something else on his mind.

Approaching you with Juyeon beside him, he stood right beside you while he held onto your waist as he told Juyeon to click a picture of you both together.

Looking up at his face you noticed the difference in them, he was not smiling like usual.

You wanted to push him away, yell at him, ask him why everything changed between you two.

You wanted to scream at him and ask ‘Why were you somewhere else when you were next to me? Why were you thinking about her when I was right there with you? Did you imagine her face when we would kiss?’ You had so many questions, but all of them were left unanswered.

Flashback ends

—x—

“Y/N…” you heard a voice call out your name. Looking up, you saw Changmin getting out of his car as he walked towards you.

Standing in front of you he gently pulled you up as he supported you so you could walk towards his car.

Opening the passenger door, he gently pushed you inside, making sure you were secured by the seat belt.

Hiding your face in your hands, you could feel your tears escaping your eyes, your body shaking with each sob.

“Y/N? What…what happened?” You heard Changmin ask from beside you. Placing his hands on yours, he pulled them down so he could have a better look at your face.

“Everything…everything is wrong…” you sob out, your voice cracking at the end.

“What do you mean?” He asks softly as he wipes your tears away. Pushing his hand away harshly, you look away from him, staring out the window you look out the window.

If the circumstances were different, you would have loved being out with him like this; kissing him in the car underneath the moonlight was something you always enjoyed when you were with him, but who knows he might be doing this with someone else too.

“Why would you do this to me?” You ask softly as you turn your attention back to him.

“I don’t get it…” he says softly as his face displays nothing but confusion.

“Why can’t I be the only one in your life? Why did you have to cheat on me? Why?” You sob out as you hit his chest multiple times with your fist.

“I…I am sorry.” Was all he said as he gripped your hands in his, stopping you from hitting him. His hold was still gentle, but his gaze wasn’t. It did not hold the same love in them like it used to and it pained you more knowing you were not the girl in his heart anymore.

“Were you thinking about her with your hand on my waist? Were you thinking about her face whenever we kissed? Was her name in your mind even when I was with you?” You question him, letting out your feelings and not having the strength to keep them in anymore.

Sighing, Changmin let your hands go as he looked ahead of him; nodding his head he could hear your sob escape.

“I hate the fact that you’re not there with me when I wake up...I hate the fact that you would run out for her, even if it’s the middle of the night. I still think about our very first kiss, but it pains me knowing it’s not the same for you.” You ramble out.

“I am sorry…” was all he said again.

“You know what’s more funny? I feel lonely even when you’re with me because it feels like you’re never around anymore. I would rather be alone than feel lonely…” you say with frustration as you move your hair out of your face. Chucking you rest your head on the seat to try to calm yourself down, “You know it’s funny how you’re gonna leave me now that I am in love with you. Can I do that to my problems too? Will they leave me if I fall in love with them? Because I don’t think I have the energy nor the strength to do anything.” You say as a tear slips down your eyes onto your cheeks.

“Don’t say that, please…” he says as he tries to grab your hand, only for you to push it away.

“Did you even give a fuck about me, Ji Changmin? Was this all just a game for you?” You say as harshly wipe your tears.

“No, I did love you, but…but she’s different, Y/N. I feel more free around her…” he says, his voice coming out small.

“So you’re saying I tied you down?” You ask with hurt visible in your eyes.

“No!” He screams in panic.

“Well, that’s what you implied!” You scream back at him.

You spare him one last look as you grip onto your bag, “Let’s break up…I cannot do this anymore.” You say as you open the door and leave the car.

Sipping on your coffee as you look out the window, it has been three months since your break up with Changmin.

You did everything you could to move on from him, you jumped from one guy to another but that did nothing since your mind seemingly drifts off to Changmin at the end of the day.

To stop that you even tried going to clubs to get wasted but what you did notice was the fact that you would come back home drunk and cry yourself to sleep while thinking about Changmin only to wake up with a severe headache and a hangover the next day.

You stopped looking after yourself; you did not even eat properly and drowned yourself in work which was not a good decision because you ended up fainting from fatigue.

As of now, you were still on the path of moving on from Changmin but in a more healthy and positive way.

Maybe what you were looking for right now wasn’t a relationship or a partner; you did not want your new relationship to end like your previous one.

You did not want to feel lonely despite having a partner, you would rather choose to be alone than to feel lonely and let yourself get insecure.

Maybe being in a relationship at the moment wasn’t the right timing for now, maybe in the future you would be happier than you are now.

Now you know that loving one’s self comes before loving another, because would it be fair if you gave all your love to your partner, then leaving nothing to yourself? All you knew was that before you got into another relationship you should love yourself first because what you learned from your relationship with Changmin was that there’s no point in being together with someone if you did not love yourself enough.

Taglist: @cloverdaisies @kimsohn @mosviqu @i520cm @deoboyznet

[sungbeam]

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

nonidol!ji changmin x fem!reader

1.1k words, suggestive/innuendos, swearing, bullet wound + descriptions of blood and stitching, it somehow goes from banter to smth low-key soft ?? i have no idea but changmin got shot 🤣 mutual attraction??, (1) cheek kiss 💀, barely proofread i wrote this on a plane—

a/n: im sorry jacob im sorry jacob im sorry jacob im sor— i hate him get hiM OUT (´Д⊂ヽ

"This is not how I thought this would go the first time," Ji Changmin groaned as his bare back hit the cold floor of your living room. He grimaced, hissing loudly as his hand flew to the aching chunk of skin at his abdomen, lovingly punctured open by a bullet. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"Funny," you huffed as you stepped over him with a first aid kit in your hands. You lowered yourself to straddle his waist and began digging through the white box for proper supplies. "Me too."

A smirk curled onto his lips as he peered up at you. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm. But my vision had my hands around your throat. What about you?"

His smile widened. "Funny, my hand was around your neck." He gazed up at you through labored breaths, barely registering the sweat and blood pooling beneath him on the wooden planks. You were above him, just as harrowed, your hair falling messily in your eyes and face, sweat glistening off your forehead and neck, your top half fitted in a tank top that made his inner voice purr.

Any other context. It could have been any other context.

You snapped on a pair of latex gloves and ripped open an antiseptic wipe packet.

"God—shit—you're so hot," he slurred, and his hands latched onto the backs of your knees as you pressed the wipe to his open wound. He cried out, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, "Jesus Christ—"

"Wrong name," you muttered under your breath and lightened the pressure slightly off the alcohol pad in apology.

Changmin puffed out a huff of air. "You really want your neighbors to hear me screaming your name, pretty girl? 'Cause I can do that instead."

You gave an indulgent roll of your eyes, tossing the bloody wipe to the side and rummaging through the first aid box for the plastic pair of forceps in its depths. "Ever had a bullet yanked outta you before?"

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment. "Yeah. Ever taken a bullet out before?"

"Nope."

An impish smile lifted his lips. "So I'm your first."

"I've never strangled someone either," you quipped, using your forearm to swipe the hair sticking to your forehead so you could bend down slightly and focus your energy on locating this bullet. "Yet."

"I'm getting a feeling you're into choking."

The bullet had pierced through the right side of his abdomen, and you were trying not to focus too much on the toned muscle beneath your palms. The bullet had gone through a couple inches into the flesh, but luckily, it didn't look like you would have to dig for it. "You have a strange determination to find out," you murmured, carefully extracting the bullet from the wound opening.

Changmin's entire body tensed and you could hear how shallow his breathing was. "I have a lot of determination to find out much more about you than just that."

You cocked a brow as the bloodied bullet clattered to the wooden floor and you mentally cursed having to clean all this blood up later. You just had your floors done. "Like what? My favorite color?"

His laugh was raspy. "Favorite color of—shit! What the flying fuck—"

You couldn't even try to hide your small smirk as the needle pierced his skin. "Oops."

A muscle feathered in his jaw as you began to, gently, stitch up his wound. "When I can sit up, you will pay."

"Ooh, and I'm so intimidated," you giggled. Your tongue stuck out slightly as you continued to stitch him up.

You suddenly felt his fingers curl around your chin, his thumb grazing against your lip, your tongue. Your breath hitched from surprise. When you lifted your gaze to him in question, you found him already looking at you. "Do that again."

"What?" You stammered.

"You're so pretty when you laugh," he said, not an ounce of insincerity or teasing present.

Oh.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to brush his hand away. "Go back to playing dead," you mused, but your voice had gotten smaller. You couldn't believe you were being shy! And all because he whipped out the shadowy eyes and smooth maneuver.

Surprisingly, Changmin remained quiet as you finished up with the stitches. So far those volunteer hours under Jacob's tutelage were coming in handy. Once you had knotted off the thread, you found a large bandage in the box to cover the wound with. This was swiftly followed by a a couple of layers of gauze for some extra support.

When you were done, you huffed a sigh, swiping up your forehead with your arm. "Don't go anywhere, rockstar," you muttered, absentmindedly patting his chest and clambering to your feet to stumble over to your kitchen to shed your gloves and wash your hands.

You returned to Changmin on the living room floor with a damp kitchen towel. There was so much blood drying on the floor and you could already feel the headache of cleaning chemicals in your skull. That would have to be a problem for tomorrow after you slept.

"Okay, I'm gonna help you sit up," you said to him lowly.

He gave a nod, and you managed to carefully and slowly help him into a position where his back was no longer on the bloody hardwood. His face scrunched up in pain and he gritted his teeth, lightly letting his upper body curl around his knees while you wiped the blood off his skin as best you could.

There was something so intimate about the way you wordlessly took care of him so thoroughly. He didn't ask for anything from you; there you were, cleaning him up, getting him water and painkillers, helping him up onto your couch where he would no doubt bloody the cushions, too.

It was late—he could see the sleep tugging at the corners of your eyes. You perched onto the edge of the coffee table in front of him. "Thanks for saving my life," he croaked finally. He didn't know what else to say—all the bravado and banter had faded as the reality of the situation settled like the blanket of night sky outside of your windows.

You leaned one side of your face into the palm of your hand and spared him a smile. "Thanks for saving mine," you chuckled. "No guy has taken a bullet for me before."

Changmin grinned, the expression muddled with exhaustion. "I'd do it again, just so you know."

You shook your head. "For some reason, I believe you." Your joints ached as you stood up. Instead of walking away like you should have, you braced one hand against the couch cushion and the other behind his head on the back. His eyes flickered to your mouth, his pupils dilating, as you leaned forward and grazed your lips against his cheek.

When you straightened, you realized your heart was palpitating in your chest harder than it had been when you'd hauled him here with a bullet in his body. "I'll get you a blanket."

Changmin could only sit there and nod, a foreign ache of yearning screaming in his chest as he suppressed the urge to lift his hand up and caress the place your lips had been. "Thanks."

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riders biker! ji changmin ・ gender neutral reader + word count 1,186 genre fluff .. suggestive .. what are we warnings suggestive tones .. mention of nausea huwag muna tayong umuwi unknowingly got into something.. else in the process of writing this so ig i could dedicate this to my biker ❤️‍🩹

whenever given the choice of fight or flight, you’ll always scramble before lying across the asphalt. 

maybe that’s why it’s so easy for changmin to catch up to you. regardless of your escape route, he’ll be at your point of interest before you’ve made it halfway. it makes sense now—why the sight painted up ahead, right in front of your apartment complex, doesn’t come as much of a surprise. 

the paragon of a nephilim, he braces his weight against his parked bike; one foot shifted on the road while the other limb stretches out, worn out sneakers tapping beats on the pavement. those sharp eyes are restless; observant gaze shifting across one direction of the neighbourhood to another. although you can’t see where his hands are from the length of the sweater to his jeans pocket, it won’t be long before he’ll flex those lithe fingers to rest on.. something else. 

you just know ji changmin far too well than you’d wish to accept.

there’s no use in bowing your head, frantic mind pretending to be fixated on the cracks in the pavement. a man like him doesn’t forget so easily—he’s well aware he’s the one who gifted you that niki graphic tee. (maybe you can tell him later if you still remember the way he slipped his hands underneath the cotton, kissing your skin with his searing touch.) yet he chooses to entertain your antics, all up until you’re standing by the main door of your residence.

“how are you feeling, darling?” he calls out, setting off the retracing of his mark in your soul with that teasing lilt in his dulcet voice.

frightened, intrigued, ensnared, captivated.. “nauseous.”

changmin stands to his proper height, the loose material wrapped around his toned upper body falling just enough to reveal a sliver of bare skin. a blank canvas you’re quite acquainted with; it’s like he’d chosen that sweater to taunt you. “let’s go for a ride, get some air.”

he’s dangling the bait right in front of your hazy vision, patiently waiting for you to take it. but you try to enforce self-control by replying, “i should head inside now, ‘got a few finals to review for.”

sure, he isn’t looking at you, but you know he’s not swayed by your lie. if he was convinced, he wouldn’t be opening that top box to bring out your helmet. if he believed you, he wouldn’t be walking up to you to secure the safety gear. and if he didn’t know you far too well, he wouldn’t have his charming smirk drawn across his lips as he tells you, “get on the bike, [y/n].”

“i hate to break it to you darling, but you’re not the best at hiding.”

no, he’s not. that charming trickster resting against you loves complementing your inability to avoid him with his refusal to seriously deceive you. at least it works in his favor—he gets a delicious burn in his scalp, courtesy of your firm tug on his tresses. it’s a mere appetizer that leaves more than enough room for the view gracing his upside-down vision.

of course it’s you. you, his darling.. yet not his.

the curve of his smile barely reaches a quarter before it’s exchanged for a frown. an expression you’re barely acquainted with, changmin’s only aimed it at two kinds of people: the fools and the victims of his drunk shenanigans. and while you’ve qualified for either category at least twice during the span of your.. friendship, you’ve never fallen under that countenance.

as much as you want to keep him like that, you can’t stop changmin from turning around to face you properly. stood before you with one hand resting flat on his bike, his gaze roams as if he’s taking in all of you for the very first time. it isn’t the first, nor will it be the last, time he’s done this; beheld your presence like it was something that must be permanently etched in that enigmatic mind of his.

it’s what comes next that rarely stays the same. 

perhaps his calloused hands will dance across your thighs before his blunt nails map out trails along your lower back. he could be in the mood to return the favour from earlier—tilt your head back until it’s resting at the perfect angle, the one where a blank canvas is bared for him. then again, he might be more interested in setting a cigarette between his lips while you hold the bronzed flame between the two of you.

inevitably, changmin proves how familiar you are with his mannerisms by mixing his sequence up this time ‘round.

his warmth cradles your chill; the wobbly thrum of your heartbeat falls in sync with his steady ripples. or so you assume, until he brings your hand right where his heart lies within its gilded sanctuary. beneath your trembling fingers, his rhythm is just as bad as yours—the adrenaline found in this moment forging such a terrifyingly beautiful feeling. you know it scares him,  because for once, those eyes tells you everything that has never left his lips.

and right now, he wants needs you to know that his fear is holding onto hope tightly. so he finally sets a sliver of his foot over the threshold.

“do you want this, darling?” 

do you want me—this indecisive boy who can’t promise you everything, but will give you anything you desire?

“that’s unfair, minnie. you know i can’t say no.”

i will decline plenty of things and people in the world; anything but never you.

his laugh’s picked up by the midnight breeze, a memento for one of the sole witnesses of this scene. it’s a cliche, your indecisive boy complementing his small head tilt with a playful uptick of his lips. you know this part of the flow by heart; already anticipating the connection from the way his breath tickles your skin..

..until it doesn’t happen. assuming there was a buffer, you open your eyes to see what happened. a silly mistake on your part, for you’re immediately greeted by that playful gleam painted across his countenance. 

changmin just couldn’t let the opportunity slip by. a trickster at heart, he boldly waves the bait over your head again, “i thought we drove out here to clear up your nausea. now while i’m no professional, i don’t think romantic cpr is the ideal solution for that-”

of course you bite—or in this case, hook your fingers in his belt loops to close the proximity. there’s no solution as effective as kissing your lover until your lungs interrupt because they do need fresh air to function. still, it’s worth the second dip; so long as he wears that dreamy-eyed look more often.

“one more time, pretty please.”

he’s so gorgeous when he begs. the thought of running doesn’t dare to cross your mind this time. but if ever you do take off, it’ll always be right into his awaiting arms—shortly sprawled on the asphalt together with band-aid kisses as a complementary product.

now that is worth fighting for; he is worth that and more.

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( 💿 ) YOU’RE BLUSHING? — JI CHANGMIN FIC

[ DAY TWELVE ] of the advent calendar !

( 💿 ) SYNOPSIS . . as much as you wanted to deny that you had feelings for him, it was getting harder to ignore ever since he commented on how pink your face was—knowing that it was caused because of him.

( + ) PAIRING . . friend!changmin x gn!reader

( 💿 ) GENRE . . fluff, crack kinda, mutual pining, friends 2 lovers (GET IT AWAY FROM ME I CANT STOP WRITING FOR F2LS.)

( + ) WARNINGS . . eric kinda pushy but hes js trying to be a wingman, reader is a lil mean BUT W GOOD INTENTIONS, some profanity

( 💿 ) NOTE . . ignore that im like sm days late im trying to hold myself accountable okay 😭 life has been lifeing and posting daily is hard i applaud people that r able to post sm everyday .. at this rate im gonna post 4 fics a day im so behind .. anyways lets totally pretend i didnt snatch this idea from irl !

“Do you like him?” Eric pressured you to answer for the millionth time, trying to get the truth out of you. He would always bring up this question during the last period, knowing it was just you and him around and not anyone else. Even with him showing his puppy eyes, you looked at him, and repeated the answer you’d always tell him. “No, I don’t like Changmin.”

“You’re lying again,” Eric sighed, knowing how stupid you would be trying to figure out your real feelings for your best friend, Ji Changmin.

Changmin is clearly your type—you know that, and even Eric knows that. But according to you, he’s too perfect for you, which only causes Eric to roll his eyes. He’s more like a perfect pair for you, if he does say so himself. Either way, you can’t really tell if Changmin even feels the same way.

So, you’re afraid, leading up to you not confessing your feelings at all—even if someone (Eric) tries to convince you to, you would not even make a move.

“Seriously, I don’t know why you wouldn’t confess,” Eric says, popping a piece of gum in his mouth.

“…Because I don’t like him like that?”

“And I can stuff 50 pepero sticks in my mouth–wait…maybe I can. Whatever–don’t make me go off track!” He pointed at you, like you had anything to do with his absurd ideas anyways. “That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard from you.”

Do you even like Changmin like that?

“Whatever.” The bell rang, signifying that everyone was allowed to leave for the day. Looking out of the nearby window, you could already see bits of snow falling down, and Eric was all excited. “It’s snowing!”

“Great…” You already knew it was going to be cold, and you really hated walking in the cold. But, the snow was going to make the walk back home even worse than it already was. “Come on, let’s go!” He drags you by the arm, hurrying over to the lockers.

Your locker conveniently stands between Eric's and Changmin's, offering a seamless meeting point for the trio of best friends. As you chat with Eric, the familiar voice of Changmin interrupts your conversation.

"Hey!" Changmin's voice accompanies his quick steps as he approaches with a broad smile on his face. Eric nudges you, and you shoot him a scornful look. "What?"

"Nothing," you whisper back to Eric, well aware that Changmin is eyeing the two of you curiously. The dynamics of your friendship triangle always keep things interesting.

“Anyways—” Eric continues, with a mischievous glint in his eye, suggesting he's up to something once again. “I have to go with Sunwoo, so you two have fun!”

"Wait, what? Doesn’t Sunwoo have soccer practice—” Before you can finish, Eric waves a quick goodbye and scurries off. You knew him well enough to sense that he orchestrated this moment for you and Changmin. After all, he claims you have feelings for him, something you vehemently deny. Changmin, unfazed by Eric's antics, takes the opportunity to suggest, “Want to do something after school now that Eric ditched us?”

“Sure, why not?” you casually say, closing the locker door in front of you. “You lead the way, Mr. Chang.” He rolls his eyes at the sudden nickname, and you can't help but let out a soft giggle, soon walking besides him.

As you and Changmin make your way to the front of the school, he glances at you and notices that you don't have gloves on despite the chilly weather.

“Hey, aren't you cold without gloves?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

“Hm?”

“Your hands are red already,” Changmin points out. You look down at your hands, and indeed, they are red—the color has spread all over them. In response, you pull up your sleeves, trying to hide the chilly effect.

“I’ll be fine,” you shrug, but he continues to look concerned. His worry tugs at you, appreciating the care he's showing.

Without a word, Changmin takes off his gloves and holds them out to you. “Here, take these. You shouldn't be freezing your hands off.”

You hesitate, ready to refuse, but he insists, sliding the gloves onto your hands regardless. The warmth instantly envelops your cold fingers, and you can't help but appreciate the small act of kindness, feeling yourself smile.

“There—oh! Are you okay? You’re red,” Changmin observes, his hands almost reaching your face. “Do you need my scarf—” You quickly intervene by placing your own hands on your cheeks, feeling the heat.

“Oh—shit…” you mumble, realizing the inevitable, and he tries to perk his ears to catch what you're saying. “I’m blushing…”

“You’re blushing?” he questions, a hint of surprise in his tone. Well, it seems he caught onto those words, making the situation even more awkward.

“Why?” Changmin asks, genuinely puzzled.

Letting out a sigh, you cover your face with your hands and mutter, “It’s because of you, idiot.”

His eyes widen at your response, a mixture of surprise and amusement crossing his face.

"So... you have feelings for me?" Changmin questions.

"No, I totally despise you to the point that my face randomly turns red at the mere sight of you," you retort sarcastically, eliciting a small chuckle from him.

"Now that's more like you."

"Whatever." A moment of quiet descends, and you both share affectionate glances. Taking a step closer, Changmin reaches for both of your hands. "I like you too."

This time, your face turns completely red, and he can't help but enjoy the effect he has on you. Instead of your giggle, you hear faint noises in the background. Turning abruptly, you squint your eyes, only to discover Eric and Sunwoo spying in the corner.

"Eric? Sunwoo?!" you exclaim, causing Eric to accidentally push Sunwoo's face into the snow, and then quickly backing away. "What the heck, Eric?"

"Sorry!"

"They just had to be our friends, huh?" Changmin remarks, and you nod as the other two continue bickering—mostly Sunwoo seeking revenge and Eric pleading for mercy. At least you and Changmin have something sweet going on, rather than being entangled in that chaos.

And now you know you like him like that. No more denying it.

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31st Alternate Universe by Elinor

To: @sanaxo-o who accompanied me since I opened this account, @from-izzy who sees the worth in me, and finally @quaissants who i can talk to almost about anything and the rest of @deoboyznet who I just realized helped me find joy in writing again. Seeing you all thrive makes me want to soar along with you.

"31st Alternate Universe" is an upcoming non-idol AU series filled with fluff and angsts for the members of TBZ. Below are the fic ideas for each member. Let me know in my ask box of you want a tag for one of them!

Lee Sangyeon: It was another day in the year of 2085. When your barista coworker crush Sangyeon was framed to diffuse a deadly gas in the train you took to go home, nobody was alive as the train stopped at Station 11. Yet, surveillance camera showed a girl and Sangyeon leaving the train.

Bae Jacob: A comet was approaching. People were panicking here and there, performing their own chaos. So did Jacob by trying to find a safe bunker or anywhere to survive with you. Jacob found the train to the last bunker 15 minutes prior to the predicted time of impact… but it only lets 1 more person to go in.

Lee Hyunjae: When Eric said he will sit in Chair 16 in Chemistry, he knew you were about to come early to pull it before he gets to sit. And when you did, you realized it was a set up. "Lemme guess, you're trying to get onto my pants, so some friend set you up to pull my chair?" It's the way, you said "not exactly" with a tomato face that made him think you could be different.

Kim Younghoon: You didn't like small dogs, but when a poodle with a tagged collar named Bori slept in front of your gate cold and lost, you took her in and let her sleep with you. After missing posters were spread around the neighborhood, you thought the poodle was ready to go home. Not until she barked to her own owner, Younghoon, and bit him. He then suggested to visit Bori everyday to your house until Bori goes home, but now that she did, why did Younghoon felt like he was more at home with you than Bori was?

Lee Juyeon: You and Juyeon had to make a couple dance project. In your head, you asked the leader of your crew to set him up with you. In his head, the moment you choreographed suggestive moves, confirmed your feelings for him since he usually could tell when a girl had a crush on him. However, something about the way you tried to earn his trust and love was different. None of the girls who liked him even knew he loved dancing. It scared him a little… but excited him enough that he stayed to know more.

Moon Kevin: Kevin loved being an artist. What he hates is not being able to be one for a living. One day, you came up to him in front of an ice cream truck. You told him you know his works and you recognize the meaning. On the other hand, Kevin was too stunned to remember to ask for your phone number. As soon as her got a chance to exhibit his art, he submitted his artworks so that only you can get the hints.

Ji Changmin: Sci-Fi AU where humans are no longer the dominant species anymore. As clans of humans hide in futuristic domes that disguises as gigantic rocks, humans who reached adult age have to prove their worth by searching for food.  You were just doing so by trying to find spices and animals. What you didn't know is you took another clan's food by mistake. . and the only one from that clan who would help you escape was a guy named Changmin.

Choi Chanhee: Both of your parents are enemies. Your mother is a scientist who ditched her family for a theory, his mother is a mathemathician who is distant with her own family for her math theory to prove your mom's invalid. As you go to the same school, both of you gain each of your mother's loves in exchange that you both fight in an uneccesary academic battle. One day, you both realize that you didn't want any of this, and the only way to heal your wounds is to love each other.

Ju Haknyeon: Haknyeon and you were childhood friends, but Haknyeon befriended people who peer-pressured him into not treating girls right, and sadly it included you. One day, you cried at the way he treated you, but Haknyeon didn't know why hurting you hurt him more than it should.

Kim Sunwoo: You didn't know the spinning vision you see every day is a symptom of a life-threatening disease. So when there was a mail from the hospital to your house, Sunwoo opened it first and put it in the trash. That's how 15 minutes later, he got down on one knee.

Sohn Eric: Eric was frustrated when he felt like he wasn't talented enough to make you, his crush, impressed. But what he didn't know is that you listen to a soundcloud account with @/youngjae_sohn as their username.

All will be released before July (Not a promise, just in case I can't keep it)

Toodles,

Ellie

[gluion]

of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going) ➵ masterlist

non-idol!ji changmin x reader, slight non-idol!jacob bae x reader

you and changmin have been best friends since high school, having seen each other at their best and worst. now in your second year of university, you are given the opportunity to work with the unattainable 5th-year you have had a crush on since—jacob bae. with your best friend on the receiving end of your rambles, you could only hope for something to come out of your time working with jacob. that is until changmin decides he wants something more out of his relationship with you.

general genre/warnings ➵ friends to lovers, slow burn, so much FLUFF, afab reader (they/them pronouns), slice of life, drinking, suggestive themes, so much platonic love in general, expect a lot of sentimental talks and bantering between changmin and reader, a lot of publication talk (sorry i am a writer), sunwoo is a shithead (and a terrible wingman), sweet angel jacob with his SIGNATURE SMILE!!!, also he may not be unattainable after all???, too domestic (not for the faint of heart), light angst on jacob's end though (i'm sorry baby), kissing and poetic words both from reader and changmin, a lot of tearjerker moments

word count for official parts ➵ 72.5k words

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @sungbeam @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @mosviqu @vernyangel

playlist ➵ tongue tied by grouplove // supercut by lorde // falling behind by laufey // bad by wave to earth // ribs by lorde // bunk beds by dori valentine // bloom - bonus track by the paper kites // invisible string by taylor swift // apple pie by lizzy mcalpine // with you by seth arlan // love you twice by huh yunjin // captivated by iv of spades // i choose you by adam melchor // if there's nothing left... by niki // pancakes for dinner by lizzy mcalpine // around by niki // huwag kang matakot by reese lansangan // love. by wave to earth // old with you by grentperez // pasilyo by sunkissed lola //i <3 u by boy pablo // lucky by jazon mraz and colbie caillat // home by reese lansangan // sunny days by wave to earth

a/n ➵ hi everyone! welcome to the "of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going)" universe </3 making a series masterlist was long overdue tbh but surprise!! i don't plan on letting this pairing go easily, so i needed a proper way to have every part and drabble from this universe together!! i hope you guys enjoy this universe as much as i did writing it, and i hope you'll be seated for the little oneshots/drabbles that will come out. i would really appreciate it if you could take the time to reblog this.

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official parts ➵ one

you and changmin have been best friends since high school, having seen each other at their best and worst. now in your second year of university, you are given the opportunity to work with the unattainable 5th-year you have had a crush on since—jacob bae. with your best friend on the receiving end of your rambles, you could only hope for something to come out of your time working with jacob. that is until changmin decides he wants something more out of his relationship with you.

➵ two

you expect that spending time with your crush will only have you falling harder for him. yet, you find yourself unsure of ever having a relationship with him. you need time to sort through what you want with jacob, but a trip back to cheongju for the winter break only brings you newfound emotions toward changmin.

➵ three

now face-to-face with your newfound affection towards changmin, you struggle to determine whether this is platonic or romantic in nature. but with time, you realize that it is not so bad to be in love with your best friend after all.

drabbles/one shots ➵ side-by-side bylines

when you first meet ji changmin, you note him as the intimidating friend of kim sunwoo. but when you are tasked to work with him in your high school's publication, you learn that he is not so bad after all. (in other words, how you became friends with changmin)

➵ used-up cotton pads

in every party, your best friend never fails to take care of you. (in other words, how changmin makes sure to take off your makeup before going to sleep)

➵ tossed-up bouquets and unworn heels

hanhee and byungho are finally getting married, and you and changmin are left with the duty to make sure everything is in order. (in other words, you cannot help but wonder how married life would turn out for you two)

➵ from start to end

to wake up in changmin's embrace means to go to sleep in his arms as well. (in other words, your domestic life with the preschool teacher | sort of an epilogue)

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➵ OT11 / MULTIPLE MEMBERS

nowhere to run ⊹ horror *

— if the landline rings, remember to answer the questions 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. you don’t want to be locked in a house with a masked killer. a tbz au based on & inspired by (scream 1996).

black heart ⊹ thriller

— a mysterious trio rules the night, masked in balaclavas armed with whatever they could get their hands on… one favor can reveal a whole lot more than you expect. this is not your first visit to the black hearted universe.

… NEXT

96’ ➵ SANGYEON

insanity ⊹ angst

— “i want you to make the darkness disappear. i want to drive to crazy. my love is dangerous.”

how to build perfect humans ⊹ thriller / romance * 2.3k

— somewhere in the f u t u r e, undercover agents are trailing the government creation of microchips, inserted into the human brain to collect information in order create a generation of ai that will infiltrate and eventually eliminate all need for the last survivors of the human race. time is ticking…

… NEXT

97’ ➵ YOUNGHOON

gingerbread man ⊹˚. fluff / 0.8k

— “a late night stroll through the xmas markets with boyfriend!younghoon, carols being sung in the distance, the smell of freshly baked gingerbread men and children building snowmen nearby; the feeling of christmas.”

… NEXT

97’ ➵ HYUNJAE

hey chat! ⊹ fluff / streamer au

— two streamers get paired to win a competition between their fellow streamers! most popular man on the app, jae.mp3 ! gets paired with smaller streamer y.n.xi ! will they win? or will they not be able to work together at all? let’s see how they get on! &lt;3

… NEXT

98’ ➵ JUYEON

slow it down ⊹ thriller

— hi (your name) you’ve been invited to play RACEFORTIME! do you accept yes or no? nerve au

nearly witches ⊹ angst

christmas lights ⊹ angst / fluff / 2k+

— the city was lonely, as they say home is where the heart is. as you return to see your childhood friends for the annual christmas get together, old faces resurface unhealed wounds that you wish you could rewind

series: genesis angst / fluff / post apocalyptic au

— ‘the world was destroyed by nuclear warfare, 177 years later the only survivors were those living in a large system of underground bunkers, with food supply running short and rationing proving no longer effective. the higher council decide to send the younger generation of juveniles to the surface to test the earth’s survivability.’

… NEXT

98’ ➵ KEVIN

earth to kevin ⊹ fluff / safe place au

— the boy that lives in outerspace has to make contact with the real world eventually, this short piece documents his small amount of contact with earth. when someone with a raincloud over their world collides with someone that lives in complete disassociation from reality.

… NEXT

98’ ➵ CHANHEE

# ur such an emo! ⊹˚. angst / fluff * / 4.1k+

— “a preppy boy meets his unconventional match in one of the school’s most hated emo’s. from lab partners to cleaning buddies: the events that caused social royalty to fall in love with someone from the very bottom of the high school food chain.”

… NEXT

98’ ➵ CHANGMIN

wish you were sober ⊹ angst / suggestive.

— “nineteen but you act 25 now. real sweet but i wish you were sober.” a ji changmin very lightly suggestive? angst? based on conan gray’s wish you were sober.

art class ⊹ fluff * 5k+

—“your crush on your art professor might be affecting your grades, he was just perfect but you’re just a student. how you accidentally fell in love with art class for the wrong reasons…”

… NEXT

00’ ➵ SUNWOO

media studies ⊹ fluff / diary au

— this document contains a letter to the pretty boy who sits quietly in the back of a poorly lit media studies classroom. ☆

fantasize ⊹ suggestive

— “i fantasize about it all the time if you were mine.. ♪” there was something about your coworker that made you want him, maybe it was his cherry red lips or every charming word that slipped from them - whatever it was, you couldn’t resist. ʚїɞ

piece of string ⊹ fluff

— dear sunwoo, autumn nights are always better when they’re spent with you. please don’t hide yourself, you know you’re safe with me.

… NEXT

00’ ➵ ERIC

trouble to me ⊹ suggestive ish

— should’ve known he was a bad guy, maybe all the red flags would be a good sign? are you really gonna let eric sohn take you on a test drive?

how to survive senior year ⊹˚. fluff * 5k+

— a chaotic how to guide on surviving high school with an 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 crush on the skater boy with the locker next to urs.

COMING SOON…

97’ ➵ JACOB

𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗌 ! 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍!

99’ ➵ HAKNYEON

𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗌 ! 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍!

‘I KNOW WHO YOU PRETEND I AM’

I KNOW.. WHO YOU PRETEND I AM’

[winterchimez]

🔎 — the 007 files

James Bond—or rather, the public was more aware that his code name, agent 007, has been working behind the scenes for decades now. imagine this: what if the agent 007 that you have come to know of was actually more than just one person? what if the famous group The Boyz were all agent 007 working under M16. buckle up as you access M16's top secret operative files, aka the most famous missions these individual agents have succeeded in.

A/N: why hello my fellow readers! i present to you a tbz x 007 cross-over collab series!! i've had this idea for a while now and thanks to @sungbeam who gave me the genius idea of hosting an open collab (and co-planning with me) for this!! i'm so so excited and i really hope this doesn't flop lmao 😭 so yes, please feel free to join the fun! 😉

🔎 STARRING: the boyz x f!reader/oc // g.n!reader/oc

🔎 GENRE: crime, angst, fluff, crack, suggestive, smut (only for 18+ writers!!), assorted pairings (more to be added)

🔎 WARNINGS: will be stated in each respective files!

RULES & REGULATIONS:

↬ choose a tbz member & a bond film to start off! you may write the story loosely based on the storyline of the film/a certain scene(s) inspired by the film itself! or alternatively, write it based on the themed song for the specific film you have chosen! (eg: sangyeon - the spy who loved me)

↬ slots will be first come first served! in total there will be 11 slots for 11 members

↬ only tbz member x reader / tbz member x oc!! no tbz member x member for this

↬ as mentioned above, writers will have the option to choose to either write a female/gender neutral reader/oc!

↬ minimum wc would be 1k, and there's no maximum so feel free to write as much as you'd like! pls include a "read more" feature after your summaries/genre/warnings/word count/a.n.

↬ you are allowed to write any genre you like! pls make sure you're over 18+ if you wish to include smut in your work.

↬ no sensitive topics will be allowed (eg: su*c*de, r*pe, r*cism, etc.)

↬ i will be making a discord gc for easier access, updates, and even brainstorming with one another! it will also help me loads with any announcements i will be making. joining in would be highly encouraged (though if you choose not to that's totally fine by me, just keep me regularly updated in my dms!)

↬ the project will officially kick start off on December 1st 2023, and you will have till March 31st 2024 to complete your work! if ever you wish to drop out / need a bit more time to publish your work pls do let me know!!

↬ fill out this google form to secure your place in this collab :) (key: shaken not stirred)

↬ lastly, reblog this post, @ me in your fics & use the hashtag 🔎 — the 007 files in your works!!

FILES:

Lee Sangyeon — The Spy Who Loved Me @winterchimez

Jacob Bae — The World Is Not Enough @snowflakewhispers

Kim Younghoon — Goldfinger @daisyvisions

Lee Hyunjae — Skyfall @kkinou

Lee Juyeon — For Your Eyes Only @juyeonszn

Kevin Moon

Choi Chanhee — No Time To Die @maessseongs

Ji Changmin — Casino Royale @sungbeam

Ju Haknyeon

Kim Sunwoo — On Her Majesty's Secret Service @kimsohn

Eric Sohn — From Russia With Love @cloverdaisies

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (academic rival!Changmin) 5k, transfer student, academic rivals, class president, co-presidents, stalking, yandere, obsession, trespassing, breaking and entering, unlawful surveillance, nudity, invasion of privacy, blackmail, harassment, inappropriate touching, strip-tease, non-con, dub-con, fingering, penetration, female penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, mind break

“Hello, I’m class president, Ji Changmin. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you too. I hope you’ll take good care of me.”

“If you have any questions, or need help with anything, please let me know.”

“Will do, thanks.”

Changmin could still remember that day. A new transfer student had come into his class, and it was only proper that he introduce himself. She seemed to fit in well and got along with the other students, so he thought he didn’t have to worry about her. When the next exam came around he was curious about the transfer students score, wondering if they were capable academically. As he passed out the graded tests he could see they got a high score, but then he saw his own.

“Class, I have an interesting announcement.” The teacher spoke. “Our new transfer student, y/n, got the highest grade in the class.”

The teacher started clapping and the rest of the class did too. Obviously the teacher was just overjoyed the new student wouldn’t bring down the class average, but his classmates just seemed impressed. Changmin wasn’t clapping, he was just staring at the new student, completely stunned about the fact someone had higher marks than him. He was zoning out until his deskmate shoved him and made a comment that he finally had some competition. Changmin forced a smile, but he was far from happy. He tried to tell himself this was just a one off, that it wouldn’t change anything, and he just needed to study more. Then came the next exam, and the next, and the next, and all of a sudden he found himself ranking second place in every subject.

“I think we might have a new class president soon.”

Changmin never bragged about the title. He was class president cause he was a good student and had top marks. That was the natural order of things. Now this newbie was here to take everything he had worked for and he couldn’t stand that.

“Oh… I don’t really want to be class president.” You told the teacher. “I’m still new to this school and I shouldn’t disrupt things here.”

“… that’s exactly what you did…” Changmin mumbled under his breath.

“Then perhaps you two can be co-presidents.” The teacher suggested. “Changmin can show you the ropes and-”

“I don’t need any help.”

“This isn’t about you needing help, Changmin. The rest of the class would benefit from having two presidents.”

“It doesn’t need two.”

“I don’t need the title on my resume.” You countered. “It’s really-”

“That’s right!” The teacher exclaimed. “Being class president would help you get into a good university. You clearly have a bright future ahead of you. Co-presidents it is, I’ll make an announcement later.”

The new girl gave Changmin a shy smile, trying to act innocent and win him over but he saw right through that. In that moment he could see everything clearly. This girl was a snake that came to take everything from him. So he had to destroy her before she destroyed him.

“Hey, Class President, can I get help with my homework?”

Changmin looked up from his book only to see some of his classmates go over to the new girl, throwing around his title as if it was solely hers. Changmin glared, mumbling under his breath that she wasn’t actually class president, but co-president. Even though they were supposed to share responsibilities, it seemed that the rest of the class saw her as the only class president they needed. She did uphold her duties as co-president, but Changmin knew what she was really after. Everyone seemed to like her, falling for her charms and brains, but not him. He knew the truth, and he had to show everyone if he intended to return things to their rightful place.

Changmin kept up with his assignments and studies, always number two next to you, but he also started to keep an eye on you. During free periods he’d follow you around, seeing who you hung out with and what you did. He thought maybe you were a secret troublemaker, but you didn’t bother other students. Nor did you sneak off to smoke or hang around bullies. As far as he could tell you were a model student, but that was just you at school. The next thing to do was figure out what kind of person you were after classes. He wasn’t one for social media, but that was the first step in figuring out who you really were.

It didn’t take him long to find your SNS handles and see your posts. They were all pretty basic. A few selfies with friends, pictures of food, but nothing out of the ordinary. If anything he quickly figured out your favorite spots, and more or less where you liked to hang out. Pictures may be worth a thousand words, but it didn’t show everything. So now he had to see for himself what you did after school. By then he had been watching you for a while so he knew your schedule, and knew what time you left school grounds. He kept his distance, blending in with the crowds of students around him, and taking a few pictures of his own.

Sometimes you’d get food with friends, other times you’d go to cafes alone to study. Everything he saw just pissed him off more. There was nothing wrong with you. If anything you were the picture perfect model of a good student. He couldn’t stand for this, and he wasn’t gonna let this go. There was still something else to do. The next time he stayed late to clean the classroom he made sure he was alone before opening your locker. He looked through your things, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Now he had to go all the way in his search for the truth. Since he had been following you for so long, he eventually discovered where you lived, and that was his final target.

When he had a chance he made a copy of your keys, and then planned for his visit. He listened in to your conversations, discovering when you’d be out this weekend and making his move accordingly. Luckily you didn’t have many keys, so it didn’t take him too long to figure out which one opened your front door. He stepped into your home, curiously looking around. He knew you lived alone, so he didn’t have to worry about running into anyone, and within minutes he could see you had no pets. Changmin aimlessly walked around your little apartment, seeing the pictures on the wall and items strewn around. It seemed very average for someone like you. Once he found your room he started going through your things but once again he found nothing.

Unfortunately he didn’t have all the time in the world to look through your things, but he had something else in mind when he came her. He put his bag down, and pulled out some mini cameras, going around to different rooms and placing them. Once he finished that he made sure they were well hidden and broadcasting. A smile creeped on his face as he browsed through the live feed. There was nothing you could hide from him anymore. After looking everything over had made his way out, heading home with a skip in his step. He was very curious to see what kind of person you were behind closed doors.

🖤

Whenever you came home he was alerted of your return, the motion sensor by the front door working like a charm. He watched the footage in the background while he worked on assignments, not too worried since everything was recorded and he could always look back. With this in place he didn’t need to follow you around much, already knowing what you were like at school and out in the open. So far though, there was nothing new. He could see that you knew how to cook for yourself, what dramas you liked to watch, your taste in music, and that you usually went to bed around the same time.

For the first few days of watching he could see you didn’t do much, or talk to yourself. People didn’t really come over, and you weren’t writing things in a secret diary or something. Once again he saw you were a normal person but he wasn’t one to give up so easily. He didn’t have to put so much effort into keeping an eye on you anymore since he had his cameras, but that didn’t stop him from being curious. The two of you didn’t socialize much, so besides the surface level stuff Changmin didn’t know much about you. When he had a chance again he went to your place looking around with an intention to learn.

He looked through your fridge, seeing what foods you liked to eat. When he went to your room he looked through your clothes, getting a good idea of your fashion sense. Then he laid down on your bed. Changmin took in the scent of you left on the pillow, finding it rather nice. He kept exploring, making note of a few things here and there before leaving. Besides the home inspection he followed you around sometimes outside of school with a new purpose, taking notes every once in a while. He was still greatly annoyed that you so effortlessly took his number one spot, but if anyone were to do it at least it was you and not some trashy person.

You were nice and got along well with everyone, but he could see you were still nervous about fitting in. He knew you only called your parents every other week, and they were pretty short. It seemed like you had been sent away to study, which was probably why you worked so hard in school. Despite being friendly and approachable nobody actually seemed to be that close to you. That was always gonna be a struggle with being a transfer student, yet you were holding yourself well. For a moment Changmin considered if he could actually be your friend. Perhaps he needed to be the one close to you in order to figure out what he needs to do to get back on top.

Although he was eventually treated to a delightful show. He had the decency not to put a camera in your bathroom, but the bedroom was free range. One night as he had the feed playing in the background he momentarily glanced over to see you taking off your clothes. His eyes went wide, realizing you were preparing for a shower. Usually you took some clothes into the bathroom and he didn’t see anything, but this time you were doing things differently. He rather nervously watched, looking over your body and not seeing any tattoos. That was good, your body shouldn’t be tainted in such a way. There didn’t seem to be any injuries either, meaning no one was hurting you.

Changmin shifted his legs, already feeling this pressure in his pants. He had been watching you for so long but this was the first time he really got to see your figure. All your wonderful curves and natural beauty out in the open. One of his hands hovered over his pants, thinking of making the most of the moment, but then you grabbed a towel and clothes, going into the bathroom. He groaned and put his head down on the table, regretting not having put a camera in there from the beginning. He should be keeping an eye on you at all times, and that included when you were washing up. This weekend he’d rectify the mistake.

🖤

“Changmin, can we talk?”

The last thing Changmin expected was for you to approach him. He thought you might have found him out somehow, but all his cameras were intact, and he was very careful when following you around. The two of you had never run into each other, and he was certain you had never noticed him. Still, he had to remain calm and see what this was.

“What’s this about?”

“Let’s go somewhere more private.”

It was a free period, so it’s not like the two of you would be ditching anything. Changmin followed you to the rooftop, taking a moment to enjoy the sun.

“So what is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I… well, uh… I wanted to apologize… it’s long overdue… and thank you…”

“What?”

“I know that transferring here really disrupted things for you. I became top of the class and the teacher made me co-president with you. I was honestly really worried you’d hate me and that you’d make a big fuss over everything, but you didn’t. We don’t talk much, but I’ve never sensed any hostility from you, and I really appreciate that.” You smiled nervously. “Long story short, I’m really sorry for messing things up here, but I also want to thank you for being nice and not treating me badly. I hope after the upcoming break we could be friends.”

“Friends…?”

“Uh… if you want… perhaps being academic rivals means we can’t be friends…”

“No, no, we can be friends.” Changmin smiled and held out his hands. “I don’t mind at all.”

You smiled brightly and shook his hand, glad this whole conversation went well. Afterwards you excused yourself to meet up with friends, leaving Changmin alone with his thoughts.”

“… friends… friends?” Changmin started laughing, finding the whole thing amusing. “She wants to be friends? After everything she’s done? Even calling herself my rival? No, no, no, we are not going to be friends. There is no apologizing for her actions, only punishment. I’m going to make her regret messing with me!”

🖤

You were nervous when you first transferred. It hadn’t been your idea, and this was the last year before university. Which meant making friends was gonna be difficult, and partially pointless. Still, you could try, and if that didn’t work out you could just focus on your studies. Lucky for you things went well and everyone was very nice. It put you at ease so you felt that you could let your guard down. When your first exam came around you studied hard and were happy with your grade. Although you certainly felt embarrassed when the teacher brought attention to your score and the fact you got the highest marks in the class. 

You thought it was nothing until you were told the class president, Changmin, used to have the highest grade. Realizing you had unintentionally dethroned him. You felt bad, but maybe you were just lucky. Then the next few exams came through and you were getting top marks on everything, very clearly taking the number one spot in class. Now you certainly expected some kind of retaliation, especially when the teacher offered you the class president position. You had already caused a ruckus with your academics, the last thing you wanted was to take on such responsibilities. Still, the teacher wasn’t gonna take no for an answer and made you co-president. At that point you knew Changmin wasn’t happy with you, and he’d certainly do something. Yet he never did, which was surprising.

Maybe you had underestimated the type of person Changmin was. Your nerves started to go down, but something still nagged at the back of your head. You hadn’t done anything wrong from the start but you should still address the situation. The only problem was that you were very nervous. With break approaching you worked up the courage and asked to speak with Changmin in private. He was curious why you had asked to speak with him, and you let it all out. After speaking you were nervous he wouldn’t accept your apology or request for friendship, but he seemed alright with you. That was a big weight off your shoulders and you could relax. That is until things changed a few days later.

You went to your locked in the morning to get your things, finding an envelope inside with your name on it. The first thing that came to mind was a secret admirer, which wasn’t entirely wrong. You had been sent pictures of yourself, pictures that had been taken without your knowledge, but from school and outside. You were quickly over taken by fear, hiding the pictures and looking around to make sure no one else knew of their existence. You had nothing but pictures, so you had no idea why this was happening, or what the culprit wanted. When the bell rang you screamed, getting a few stares but you quickly hurried to class. 

You couldn’t focus on anything, your mind just racing with possibilities. Someone had been watching you for a long time, and they had clearly bugged your house. You tried to calm yourself down and think about things rationally when you discovered another envelope at your desk. The world came to a stop for you as you carefully peeked at the pictures inside. Your eyes went wide as you saw yourself lounging around your home, a few pictures blurred to hide your naked body. You quickly got up and asked the teacher if you could use the bathroom, rushing out before you got an answer. You went into the stall furthest from the door, properly looking at the contents of the envelope. You were horrified, realizing whoever this stalker was, they had been inside your home and were watching you very closely. You had no idea what to do, then you found the note inside. 

“If you tell anyone about this, the original censored pictures get posted on SNS for everyone to see. Come to your homeroom after school at 9pm and we can talk about what you’re gonna do for me.”

The note had been printed out, so you had no idea who this was. As much as you wanted help, you knew you couldn’t do anything except follow the instructions given. If any of those pictures got out, your future would be over. So you anxiously awaited for nightfall, staring at the clock all day and watching it agonizingly tick. You weren’t at all present in class, multiple teachers and friends asking if everything was alright. You assured them you were fine and just feeling a bit under the weather, but there was no need to go home. Nobody questioned you beyond that, so that was a small relief.  

After classes you had to find something to do to pass the time. You couldn’t eat, feeling sick, and you certainly couldn’t do any of your assignments. So you sat in the library, dreadfully waiting. Around nine the alarm on your phone went off, making you feel nervous. You packed up your things and went over to your homeroom. You stood outside the door for a moment before going in, having to face however sent the message. You weren’t sure what to expect but the sight before you was peculiar. The room was empty except for a student fast asleep at their desk. You carefully made your way over, seeing it was Changmin. It wasn’t that surprising that he’d be here late, but maybe he could help you.

“Changmin…” You gently shook the boy. “Changmin… wake up…”

“Hm…”

Changmin groaned and lifted up his head, squinting around as his senses came back to him. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and grabbed his glasses. He gave you a smile and checked his phone.

“You’re right on time.”

“Uh… what…?”

“What? I said 9pm.”

“You…” Your eyes went wide. “You sent the pictures… didn’t you?”

“Did you like them? I tried to get some flattering angles.”

“I… I…”

Changmin kept that same innocent smile on his face as he stood up. When he took a step forward you moved away, still processing.

“What’s wrong? Were you not expecting me?”

“I… I… why…? Why are you-”

“Why? Can you really not think of a single reason? Cause I have plenty.”

“I don’t understand… I-”

“Top of the class but I see you’re really not that smart. You think you’re so perfect and charming, and that the whole world revolves around you.”

“What? I don’t think like that at all!”

“Don’t lie to me. I know everything about you now, and you’re really not all that great.”

“Changmin…”

“So let’s look to the future, and what you’re gonna do for me.”

“I… what do you want from me?”

“You really can’t think of something better to say? You have no imagination.”

Changmin grabbed your arm and pulled you over to your desk. He placed an exam on the desktop, confusing you although you did recognize it.

“What-”

“I want you to redo the test. I wanna show everyone just how smart you are.”

“I… I don’t-”

All of a sudden Changmin pushed you down on the desk, one hand on your back keeping you pinned while the other moved down your body and grabbed your ass.

“You should be able to get top marks even with distractions, right?”

“Chang-”

“If you don’t wanna retake your test then I can post all those lovely pictures of you. I have a favorite one that I really don’t want to share, but I could do it if necessary.”

“No, no, I’ll… I’ll do it…”

You grabbed the pencil and moved the test over so you could work on it. You had just done this the other day, so it shouldn’t be that hard, but Changmin had no intention of making things easy. You felt him push your legs apart, then you had fingers running along your crotch. A yelp escaped your lips and you jumped forward, but couldn’t really get away from him.

“Focus.” Changmin hissed. “This test is what you’re gonna turn in.”

“What?”

“You can’t do it?”

“I-”

Changmin pulled you up and turned you around, keeping you pinned against your desk. His hands reached up to your shirt, starting to undo the buttons. You quickly reached up to stop him, feeling way more nervous than before.

“Are you gonna stop me? You know what happens if you don’t do what I say.”

“…”

“Good. Now you take off your shirt.”

Changmin moved his hands away, watching you expectantly. After a moment you began to unbutton your shirt. Changmin’s eyes were on your hands, watching you undress for him. He reached over to feel your chest, making you inhale sharply from his cold touch. He merely chuckled, letting his hands explore. He eventually pushed your bra up and took your breasts in his hands, massaging them lightly.

“They’re soft.”

You couldn’t look at him. Instead opting to bite your tongue and hope he stopped. His hands then helped you properly get out of your shirt, unhooking your bra and leaving you exposed. You wanted to cover yourself but he grabbed your arms, keeping them at your sides.

“This isn’t anything I haven’t seen before.”

“… why… why are you…”

“Why? Cause you have the audacity to come here and take everything from me, then you apologize and thank me?” Changmin scoffed. “No. I’ve been watching you for a long time… you’re nothing special, but I can make you special.”

“What?”

Changmin’s hands moved down to your pants, and you quickly stopped him again. His gaze met yours, giving you a questioning look. You hesitated for a moment and let him continue. Your pants fell to your ankles, and Changmin told you to step out of them and then sit on your desk. You did so, trying to keep your legs closed but he pushed them open.

“You’re such a good girl at home, I was rather surprised you never played with yourself.”

Changmin’s fingers ran up along your panties, teasing you for a moment before he pushed them aside, his cold fingers against your core. A chill ran down your spine and you instinctively tried to close your legs. He tsked at you, pushing them apart further.

“Are you gonna behave? Or is everyone gonna know the truth about you?”

“… which… which is…?”

“That you’re just a fake. A try-hard for attention, when you’re really nobody important. I’ll change that though.”

Without another word Changmin pushed you back on the desk, his fingers teasing you while his thumb rubbed circles along your clit. You had been trying to keep quiet, but with all this sudden stimulation you couldn’t help but moan. It felt nice, and you hadn’t really done much to take care of yourself. All your attention had been on your studies and trying to be a good student, which was really draining. It was only natural for you to try and get Changmin to stop, but he didn’t take it well. He pulled you up and bent you over the desk, making sure your ass was sticking out.

“Come on, take your test. See if you can finish it with high marks before I fuck your brains out.”

You felt him pull your panties down, properly getting them out of the way before his fingers were running along your folds. Your face was hot and you nervously grabbed the pencil, trying to focus. You knew you were at his mercy, and you just didn’t want to fuck anything up. Although you dragged the pencil across the page when you felt a finger go inside you, a ragged moan escaping your lips. While all this was going on Changmin didn’t speak, clearly more entertained by something else. He moved his finger slowly, keeping a nice rhythm before surprising you with another digit. That’s when he began exploring. His fingers moved all around inside you, and when they found that sweet spot you cried out.

“You like that?”

There wasn’t much mercy after that as he kept hitting you in that exact place, over and over again. You struggled to hold the pencil, to read the words on the page below you, but a part of you was coherent enough to fear the consequences of failure. Although that sentiment didn’t last for long. A third finger made you drop the pencil and grab onto the desk, needing something to hold as you felt him assault your sensitive sex in this way. You were a whimpering mess, starting to fantasize about all the possibilities that could take place instead of your little exam. Although Changmin noticed you had stopped, removing his fingers.

“Are you giving up on your exam already? Are you gonna drop from the top of the class to the bottom? I didn’t know you’d ruin yourself, but I’m afraid I won’t let you.”

Changmin reached over and put the pencil back in your hand, leaning over you and looking at the exam. There were a few random lines, but you had answered a few questions.

“Good, good, now keep going. I’m not so sure I want you to fail.”

You bit your lip and looked back at the exam, trying to get a few more answers in while Changmin watched over your shoulder. He was there for a moment before he moved away, his hands going down your body. You felt his fingers run along your core for a moment before you heard him shuffling around back there. You tried to look at him but he pushed you back down on the desk.

“Focus.”

You could only do that for so long before you felt something else pressing against your center. There was only a moment of realization before you felt Changmin push his length into you, not being gentle and going all the way in. Your mouth hung open in ecstasy, trying to adjust to his size and the feelings that were spreading through your body. He didn’t give you much time to get used to him before he started moving. He nearly pulled all the way out before slamming right back in, building up to a relentless pace. You still tried to answer the questions on the test, but that was basically impossible at this point. When a certain trust rubbed up right against your sweet spot you moaned and dropped the pencil to the floor.

You grabbed onto the desk, holding on tightly as he rammed into you. The only thing on your mind was keeping quiet and enjoying yourself. Soon enough you felt this heat building inside you, growing and growing, making you feel like you were gonna explode any minute now. You were so focused on that sensation that when things stopped you couldn’t help but whimper. Then Changmin flipped you around, staring you down and grabbing your breasts, his cock slowly pumping into you. A bit of drool dribbled down your chin, and he chuckled at your expression. It seemed that he was keeping true to his word about fucking your brains out.

Changmin smirked at the sight before him, reaching up to caress your cheek. He could only dream about what this moment might look like. Your mouth was hanging open from what he was doing to you, eyes glassy as you weren’t using that brain of yours anymore. As he caressed you pathetic little whimpers escaped you, clearly begging for him to keep going. A part of him was tempted to stop here and leave you an embarrassing mess, but he’s come this far, so he might as well give you what you so clearly need. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, going back to those rapid thrusts, watching you dissolved into more of a bitch in heat.

The way your body shook beneath him he knew you were close, and he grabbed your face, wanting to stare into your eyes as he pushed you over the edge. To his satisfaction you cried out his name as you climaxed, twitching in his arms as you squeezed him tightly, soon feeling something warm fill you up and drip out between your legs. You couldn’t even register as Changmin laid you back down, a phone in your face as the boy chuckled. His hands trailed down your body, making sure to capture everything on film. He rocked his hips gently, making you shake from the sensitivity. Although even in this state you knew this was far from the end.

“Who’s on top now?”

[nuitdhiverasa]

Coucou, je viens vous partager quelques galeries que j’ai sur le side, si elles peuvent vous inspirer ou vous aider si vous jamais vous cherchiez des galeries ou des fcs, n’hésitez pas à vous servir ou vous en servir, pour faire des demandes ou ou whatever ♥ à noter que je viendrais update cette liste au fur et à mesure que j’en upload, tout comme j’update régulièrement certaines galerie aussi ♥ (also, si vous avez des suggestions ou que vous voulez que je rajoute vos galeries dans le post, hésitez pas à me mp!)  Adut Akech,, sud-soudanaise Zhou Jieqiong,, chinoise Song Yuqi,, chinoise Han Jisung,, coréen Cho Miyeon,, coréenne Lee Juyeon,, coréen Kim Sunwoo,, coréen Wang Yibo,, chinois Choi Chanhee,, coréen Lee Jieun (IU),, coréenne Miyawaki Sakura,, japonaise Kim Minjung (winter),, coréenne Xiao Zhan,, chinois Jung Subin,, coréen Kim Taeyeon,, coréenne Ji Changmin,, coréen Kit Young,, britannique Conan Gray,, américain (origines japonaises & irlandaises) Chwe Hansol (Vernon),, américain & coréen Minatozaki Sana + 1,, japonaise Hunter Schafer,, Américaine

[beamtori]

THE BOYZ MASTERLIST — ☆

OT11

LSY

JACOB BAE

5-star review (tutor!jacob, oneshot)

KYH

LHJ

LJY

KVM

CCH

JI CHANGMIN

the handcuffs (what the tin says, oneshot)

whatever you want (fwb!changmin, oneshot)

stupid (boxer!changmin, oneshot)

intimacy (demon!changmin, oneshot)

the sink™ (fwb!changmin, drabble)

JHN

KSW

ERIC SOHN

occupied pt 1 (suggestive, twoshot)

occupied pt 2 (one night stand?, twoshot)