#stray kids one shot

[ihave-atummyache]

skz jealous texts <3

18++ nothing exactly explicit but there is implications!!!

ot8

Bang Chan:

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

FREE BONUS IS THE PICTURE I USED FOR IN’S PROFILE PICTURE BC OMGOMGOMH HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THUS?!?!!?

like he’s so pretty i wanna ran my head into a wall lol

[soobnny]

loving is terrifying — han jisung. best friends to lovers. accidental confessions (1.6k words)

in the midst of ranting, han jisung accidentally confesses he’s in love with you

“And if I burn the whole school down, would you bail me out of jail, Hanji?”

You’re still only a few sentences into the important speech you were asked to write, and you’re starting to feel agitated, chewed up pencil carving out your thoughts on paper before finding its way abandoned on your desk.

It’s been a few hours, and you’d chosen to put the pencil down lest you want to bring yourself to insanity.

Pretty lies usually come easy to you, but now they’re burning holes into your skull and flicking the ashes into your brain. In the reprieve, all you can think about is your anger for the authority.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t be your accomplice.” Jisung retorts from where he’s seated next to you on the floor, arms crossed behind his head as he leans against his couch.

“There’s just so much wrong in the system. Their code of rules deprive students of their creativity. Only the top students have a multitude of opportunities waiting for them. And don’t get me started on how the authorities put so little value into culture and societal issues. Everything is wrong, just wrong in all ways!”

There’s a word count in Jisung’s head on how many times you’ve said wrong in one sitting, but he’s looking at you with a hint of something in his eyes. Almost adoration.

“And we can change it by burning the school down?” A tone of amusement is laced in your best friend’s voice, though you fail to search for a trace of judgment.

“We can start there. Then the world.” You take the pencil back and fiddle with it between your fingers.

“The world? That’s very ambitious of you.”

You glare at him.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be by your side. I like ambitious.” Jisung smiles at you, making sure to lock his eyes with yours so you can see heavy genuineness where his pupils are. “What’s the next step then?”

“Climate change.”

Jisung throws his head back in quiet laughter, and the slight movement allows you a whip of his laundry detergent from the white shirt he’s wearing. “Okay, climate change.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not!” His lips quirk up into a smile, eyes morphing from crescents to a full moon as he struggles to defend his name. There is still laughter even in the way he licks the inside of his cheek and takes your hands in his.

You fail to copy his laughter.

“Your eyes are upset. Are they directed at me?” Jisung softens his voice, only speaking one his laughter has boiled down. He pulls you closer than you already are, and you don’t notice the way he grabs the pencil between your fingers in the process to set it down.

“Of course not.” You mumble. “I’m mad at everything else, at everything wrong.”

A tally adds to his word count.

You sigh when you let go of his hands to take the paper in your own, eyes leaden as they scan across the sentences you had bullshited earlier. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to write this.”

“Just scream it out.”

“What?”

“Scream out what you actually want to say.” He grins.

You gape at him.

“I’m not screaming in your living room. Your neighbors are going to think someone’s being murdered.”

“Then just say it. Whatever you want to say. Everything wrong.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Okay, I’ll start then.” He smiles, and it’s heart-warmingly encouraging. “I wish it was easier to ground myself. I live in my head most of the time, and opening up is hard, and I wish forming any form of relationship wasn’t so scary.”

“Ji—“

“Okay, now your turn.”

“We are not going to ignore what you just said.”

“I said, your turn.”

“Jisung.”

“Please?” He places a hand over yours, and it’s enough for your brain to short circuit.

“Alright, fine. But we are going to talk about it later.”

“Now, what about those things that are wrong?” Jisung asks, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

“Well, uh— our poor education system, that’s for one. And, the government. Blatant sexism too, how stupid the patriarchy is, how I still can’t parallel park for the life of me.”

You start with sporadic things, the ones that instantly pop in your head when you think about things that make you upset, and as you continue to talk, you dig a little deeper, and you don’t even realize you’ve stood up and your hands are flailing around like a salesman by the second.

“And, don’t even get me started on the transportation system. It’s so dumb how car-centered design came to be because how is it that the people who have access to private vehicles also have the easiest routes over the less fortunate who walk or commute? Like, why do we have to adjust to the roads?”

There’s a long list of things you want to say, finally letting loose and narrating all the things you’ve kept locked away in the back of your mind because you’re with the one person you can trust. When you meet Jisung’s gaze, he’s looking at you in awe.

“I hate how we’re branded as prodigies when we were younger. I hate the expectations that come with it, that we have to be great all the time, and, oh, this actually feels really good.”

Jisung chuckles at the way you come to a sudden realization, but he’s always known you were wiser beyond your years. “You’re brilliant.”

“Well, you have to say something too!”

Jisung fiddles with his fingers, trying to think of where to start. Though, the brilliance that is you and the opportunity of having this moment with you is enough motivation for him to follow suit.

“Uh, it’s so scary how superficial people are nowadays, and how so quickly they’re let down. It stresses me out how a single mistake could cost you so many relationships, but at the same time, who will stress out if not me? And it makes me realize how lucky I am to have the people in my life, and having an opportunity to talk like this really fuels my positivity in life, and it makes me realize even more how much I strongly feel like my life is for you guys, and there is nothing more important to me than being able to be a good person for you guys, like you. I wish I could be the bestest friend for you, maybe even more than that, but fuck, loving is so scary so I wish you’ll never find out how I’m so so in love with you— wait.”

The room falls silent and he’s thinking of a thousand different ways to die on the spot. He’s embarrassed. This is embarrassing, and he’s thinking it really wouldn’t be too late to jump off the bedroom window and hope for the best. A thousand different ways, maybe pretend he never said anything, stand still and maybe you’d think he wasn’t there in the first place. A thousand different ways.

“Han Jisung.”

“Soooo, haha, where were we in your speech again?”

Jisung doesn’t meet your eyes for the fear of rejection. He doesn’t think he has the heart to handle it right now, especially not after his accidental confession.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“About how superficial people are? Of course, it’s so scary. Hey, did I tell you about the tim—“

“Is being in love with me something wrong?”

He falls silent, and you can visibly see him start to panic, and his hands are pressed together as if in a prayer as he’s shaking his head profusely. “No, oh god no, it’s not. Honestly, it’s one of the only things I’m sure of, and that says a lot because I’m not sure of anything. I’m not even sure I’m in the right course or the right school or if I’m spending my money the right way, or if I’m even gonna live tomorrow, but fuck, loving you and everything about you is something I will never question.”

You can feel yourself start to smile, and Jisung finds himself copying you. It’s one of the first things he knew he loved about you—your smile, and the way you think, and the sound of your laughter. Despite his erratic heart beating and his fear of this exact moment, he still finds himself smiling when you do.

“I’m in love with you too.”

“What?”

You can visibly see the gears in his head turn, and he’s writing a story he doesn’t know the ending to just yet, but the beginning is so beautiful because it’s with you. Then, he laughs. It’s breathy, and you can almost hear the relief. “Did you just say you love me?”

“I did.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“I’m in love with you, Han Jisung.”

“I’m going to die.”

You laugh, and then he snaps back into reality.

“Can I kiss you?” His tone is so careful, but there’s a hint of something you can only recognize as a slight desperation—like he’s been thinking of it a while.

Jisung reaches out to wrap his arms around your waist, albeit a little shy. It’s a pattern that’s already so familiar. He isn’t a stranger to hugging you, in fact, he’s done it a million times, but the connotations to this one is a little different, and he can’t think straight at the possibility that you might actually consent to letting him kiss you.

“Okay.”

Words that haven’t left being translated into the motion of his lips moving against yours. Honestly, he doesn’t even know who went in for the kiss first. All he knows is his hands are gently rested on your waist and he’s actually kissing you right now, and you can feel the way he’s smiling into the kiss.

It takes a few minutes for you two to pull away, a little out of breath, and he leans in to try and kiss you again but your noses bump against each other’s, and the pair of you can’t help but laugh at how the events of the night had turned.

Jisung marvels at the way everything feels so simple, so right.

“I’m not dreaming, right? Like this is actually happening?”

You laugh even more.

Jisung’s always been afraid of venturing into the unknown, always kept his feelings hidden, and he’s always loathed his mouth for being so uncontrolled with the things he says. But now, with you in his arms, he couldn’t be any more happier about the slip of his tongue and how being with you feels like one of the rare rights among all the wrongs.

[biniminisblog]

easy | lee minho oneshot

pairing: lee minho x reader

prompt: “did i do something? why are you suddenly acting so distant?” “just… because.” link to post here

genre: angst, fluff at the end, nonidol!au, kinda grumpy x sunshine, friends to lovers

word count: 1.6k

a/n: …idk what i wrote lmao. this is what happens when im in my missing minho hours. anw as always if you liked it pls reblog, comment, or send an ask and share your thoughts and feedback! also thank you to @dumplingsjinson for the prompt that inspired me to write this!

minho hates you. he hates you for making him fall in love with you. this wasn’t supposed to happen. this was all your fault. yes, your stupid smile and your stupid laugh and the way your eyes twinkle every time you look at him is the reason why he’s currently spiralling from his emotions.

despite his aloof attitude towards you, there was never a day where you failed to annoy him, even in the slightest. before, it was easy to just brush you off every time you try to get his attention. so easy to ignore the members whenever they talk about you. everything was easy back then. why couldn’t you just take the hint?

when you greet him enthusiastically so early in the morning, which he would usually just roll his eyes at, now makes his heart beat faster than it should have. and unlike before, his attention would instantly be diverted to the person who so much as just mentions your name.

he’s actually starting to think he likes spending more time with you, and not just as friends anymore. which is why he stopped hanging out with you. so when you suddenly appear before him outside of his apartment at eight pm on a friday, he knew he was fucked.

“hey…” you greeted him, and minho notices you slightly shiver from the cold. he gently grabs your arm and pulls you inside so you both don’t suffer from the harsh weather. after he closes the door, he turns to see that you were already sitting comfortably on his couch. another reason why he hates you is because of all the fond memories you both shared on that same damn couch. movie nights and cuddling were only some of the things he despised, recalling those memories where his heart fluttered the most.

“so, uhm, it’s been a while huh?” you lightly chuckle, but it was different to the usual joyful tone it had. now it seem more dejected. “you haven't been answering my calls lately, is there something wrong?”

he didn’t know how to answer that because yes something was wrong, but not in the way you think. he just settled with a simple shake of his head and plops down on the couch next to the one you were sitting on. it was hard not to notice the amount of space between the two of you, however the both of you don’t mention it.

“don’t worry about it, i was just busy so i couldn’t answer your calls.” to further prove his claim, he points to the copious amounts of paperwork stacked on top of each other on the coffee table. it was true that he was busy with work, but he always made time for you despite that. though he didn’t know that his feelings for you would be deeper than just a friend he would occasionally be annoyed at.

“minho, i’m not stupid. i know you’re ignoring me.” of course you’d catch on immediately, it was you after all.

“well if you knew that, then why are you here?” minho’s words come out a lot meaner than he expected, and he immediately regrets it once he sees the look of hurt flash in your eyes.

“sorry, it’s just that a lot has been going on lately and i—”

“did I do something? why are you suddenly acting so distant?” you cut him off, feeling frustrated at your friend’s lack of communication. you start to stand up from the couch to get closer to him, but minho was two steps ahead as he gets up first and heads to his kitchen. you follow him there and see that he took out a glass and poured himself some water to drink. you’re not sure why, but you think it’s just to prolong him from answering your question.

“minho please, i miss you! i miss hanging out with my friend, don’t you miss me too?” you plead, and minho’s facade breaks. his eyes soften and he puts the glass down so could walk closer to you. he stops right in front of you and moves his hand to caress your hair. you lean in to his touch, already missing the way his fingers would comb your hair soothingly. minho just smiles at your reaction before pulling away slowly.

“of course i miss you yn,”

“everything was fine so why are you doing this? why are you avoiding me?” yes, everything was fine and easy until you decided to mess with his heart. but you didn’t know that.

“just… because.” you scoff at his explanation, resisting the urge to smack him for not giving you a clear answer.

“because what minho? am i too annoying for you? do i talk too loudly? what is it minho!? i can’t take this any more, i thought we were friends—”

“and that’s exactly why!” you stop, and minho takes this as an opportunity to finally let it out.

“the reason why i stopped hanging out with you is because i don’t want to be friends anymore! don’t you see yn? i like you! hell, i’m in love with you! but i don’t want to be because i know you don't feel the same way. i mean, why would you? all i do is just say mean things to you.” minho breathes out a sigh and watches as you take in all the words he just said. however, he was too scared of your rejection, so he moved past you and headed towards the living room. you were still too stunned to move so you stay rooted in the kitchen.

“please just forget everything i just told you and i promise i won't ignore you anymore.” minho almost raps as he maneuvers his way towards the coffee table and he distracts himself by arranging his paperwork. some part of him wants you to just accept that and go home, but the other, more hopeful side, wishes for you not to forget and return his feelings too.

when you arrive at the living room, you see minho crouched down beside the coffee table. you quickly grab his arm, startling him from the sudden contact. you pull him up and give him time to regain his balance before giving your side.

“what if i don’t wanna forget?” minho only looks confused, so you elaborate further. “what if i don’t wanna forget that you like me? what if i like you too, have you ever considered that?”

you almost laugh at the comedic look on minho’s face as his eyes suddenly widen in shock. you don’t, instead you grab his chin and pull him down towards you. your lips touched and it was still for a moment before he finally kissed you back. only then do you both pull away from lack of oxygen. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer and you rest your forehead against each other’s.

“so… does this mean we’re dating now?”

“do friends go around kissing each other like that?” you quirk an eyebrow and minho shakes his head at your sarcasm. it seems like he’s finally rubbing off on you.

“no they don’t.”

“good, ‘cause i don’t want you kissing your friends like that.” you both laugh and minho lifts you off the ground to spin you around, causing you to squeal in surprise.

“for the record, i don’t want you kissing your friends like that either.” after putting you down, minho gives you his signature smirk before kissing you once more and wrapping you up in a hug.

“and to answer your question, i’m in love with you too. so yes, we are dating.” you can’t stop grinning as minho continues to hug you, but he abruptly pulls away, causing you to look at him with confusion written in your features. he suddenly seems anxious, but he collects himself and takes a deep breath before talking.

“i’m just going to have to warn you that i may not be the best boyfriend in the world. i get moody a lot and say a lot of sarcastic things that may come off as rude. there are also times where i—“ he stops rambling after he hears laughter coming from you. he gives you a look that resembles an offended cat and you all but acknowledge it as you wipe away the tear that came out of your eye.

you cradle minho’s face with both of your hands, and he looks at you with such pureness in his big eyes that you can’t help but fall in love with him more.

“minho, i already know that you are all of those things, yet i still stuck around because i love you despite all of that, and i will continue to do so until you run out of snarky things to say,” you tease, and it gets a small smile from him.

“you’re right. if you were tired of me, you would’ve already dropped me while we were still friends.” minho jokes and you hum in response, giving him a peck to his cheek. you intertwine your fingers with his and with your other hand, run your fingers through his hair. “yes now stop worrying about that, you still owe me all the movie nights we missed because you’re an idiot.”

minho only replies with a laugh, silently agreeing that he is indeed an idiot. it surprises him how easily you break him free of his worries. and that despite everything that just happened, you still manage to crack his walls. but he guesses that’s how love works, it makes everything so much easier.

[mixtape-0325]

Minho is the type to watch you touch yourself in your room, maybe even humping your pillow, making sure you realise its a punishment when he starts taking off his belt to pull his own cock out. He would jerk off so eagerly to you showing off, telling you all kinds of things he'd love you to show him right now, but never letting you get your release yourself.

Minho is the type to wrap his hand around your throat during sex, squeezing just a little too hard whenever he gets overly-excited about your gasps for air and the way you clench around his cock. He would cum so hard, and his hips remaining so sharp and rough you can't help but squirt all over his cock.

Minho is the type to insist you sit on his lap during the many parties you attend together, always finding a way to slip his hand under your skirt and finger you. It's become so normal that all his friends already know about his little urge, sometimes watching from afar as you moan into your boyfriend neck from pleasure.

Minho is the type to agree to a threesome with another guy, most likely one of his close friends. You love watching him take another guy's cock, all while his eyes are on you and his hand is reached out to touch your clit at the same time. He gets so jealous when the guy kisses you he goes even harder on you when it's his own turn to fuck you. Let alone after, when it's only you two again.

[cb97breathing]

LOST ALL CONTROL

“you're supposed to go have dinner at Changbin's place, but the clothes you're wearing are too revealing, yknow keeps lifting whenever you move your arms, pants are tight etc. He tries to focus on the meal he's preparing, but ends up pinning you against the counter because he can't hold back anymore.” - request by @smuttystraykidsthoughts

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Plus Size afab!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Smut🔞 / Fluff

this is my first smut drabble on here and i’m terrified lol. i hope you all like it!! x

You don’t know how you got here. Bent over on the kitchen table, whimpering and whining as your boyfriend’s hand was shoved down your leggings and played with your clit while the other massaged your breast. One minute you were helping him prepare dinner and the next he practically slammed you against the counter and started kissing you roughly. 

You and Changbin have never gone farther then touching, mainly due to your insecurity about your weight and size, but tonight it was clear he wanted more. He needed more. His hard on pressed against your ass and your legs trembled. 

“Do you know how sexy you look right now princess?” Changbin breathed into your ear. “Do you know how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you when you’ve been wearing such tight clothes today?” His fingers rubbed roughly at your clit making your legs shake. All you could do was whine and sob in response. 

It was true, usually you wore clothes that were loose and baggy on you cause you hated to see your stomach. But today it was hot and you wore tight black leggings and a black tank top. You showed more skin than you ever did and it took all of Changbin’s strength not to pounce on you the second he let you into his apartment. He couldn’t keep his eyes off your curves the entire time. Your clothes left nothing to the imagination and it was clear, beneath you weren’t wearing anything. 

“Baby I need you, I need to make you mine. Please.” He begged as he pushed his groin into you from behind. You turned your head and kissed him desperately in response. You were soaking wet from how much he played with you. You were just as desperate as him. 

“Binnie, please.” You begged softly. “I want you.” He gently turned you around and ripped the tank top off you. He pushed you down on the kitchen table and leaned over you as his lips crashed into yours. Then they traveled to your neck as he quickly pulled your leggings off you. 

Binnie pulled away and took a moment to look at you. This was the first time you were completely naked in front of him. The sight made his cock twitch in excitement. You on the other hand became nervous and shy under his lustful gaze. He stopped your arms from trying to cover yourself. 

“Don’t.” He said softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful y/n.” He ran his hands up your thick thighs, passed your stomach and gently squeezed your breasts. “So fucking beautiful.” He groaned before taking your right nipple into his mouth. His hand slipped between your legs and his fingers brushed against your folds. 

“Oh god.” You whimpered as your fingers tangled in his hair. He inserted two fingers and pressed his thumb against your clit making you gasp and arch into him. “Binnie please, please don’t stop.” You begged. 

He groaned in response and began to pump his fingers at a quick pace while he kissed down your stomach, kissing every inch of your skin that he could get to before he looked at you with his lustful onyx eyes. He dove between your legs and began to lick at your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you. The apartment filling with sounds of your moans and cries as well as your wetness every time he pumped them into you. 

“B-Binnie..” You sobbed out as your body began to tremble. You couldn’t focus on anything, all you could say was his name over and over again as you felt your walls clench around him. He smirked into your wet core, knowing very well that you were close. His eyes watched your every move as he quickened the pace to an unforgettable speed. 

“Cum princess. Cum for me.” He ordered softly before attacking your clit with his tongue again. Your eyes rolled back and you shook violently as you felt your release hit you. You cried out his name as he continued to thrust his fingers into you, helping you ride out your high and gently pulled them out once you were done. You whimpered at the empty feeling. 

“God princess look what you do to me.” You open your eyes and looked town to see his hard boner poking from under his grey sweats. It makes your core ache in need and you bite your lip. He moves closer to you and caresses your cheek. “You’re sure you want this princess? Once I start I won’t be able to stop.” You look into his eyes that were full of lust, longing and need and nodded in response. 

“I’m ready Binnie, I want you.” You replied softly. He kissed you deeply and picked you up bridal style, ignoring your protests about how you were too heavy. He walked to his bedroom, carrying you with ease which would be no surprise because of how much he works out. Once he gets to your bed he lays you down gently and takes off his shirt. 

Your breath hitches at the sight, just like you he never really liked showing much skin. So this was a first for you. You bit your lip as you watched him push down his sweats and boxers, letting his hardened member spring out. Your eyes widened at the size and you let out a soft whimper. Not only was he long, but he was thick.  

“Binnie I d-don’t know if it’s gonna fit.” You whimpered nervously. He slowly crawled on top of you and kissed you deeply. “It’s so big.” You whimpered into his lips. Your hand gently reached for it and palmed it gently, earning a loud groan and whimper from him. 

“I’ll be gentle princess.” He whispered and buried his face in your neck. His body pressed flush against yours, he wanted to feel all of you as he finally made you his. He lined his tip at your clit and rubbed it in circles, making you whine and even more drenched down there. When he was ready he pressed the tip in and slowly pushed into you. 

You choked on air and arched into him. Your hands clung to his biceps as you felt him move deeper and deeper until he was completely inside you. His size making you wince and whimper at the slight pain it was causing. He kissed your neck and nipped at it. He didn’t dare move, he wanted to wait until you gave him the okay. 

“You’re so tight and warm princess, you’re perfect.” He whimpered into your neck. You legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, signaling him you were ready for him. He pulled out almost completely before sliding back in, making you cry out when you felt him hit deep inside you. Your body trembled as you clung to Changbin for dear life. His thrusts started out slow and gentle as he kissed your neck and collar bone. He bit and marked as much as he could. He wanted the whole world to know you were his. He pulled back his head and looked deep into your eyes as he thrusted into you.

“I love you.” He breathed out. “I l-love you y/n.” Your heart pounded as tears flew down your cheeks from his confession and the overwhelming feeling of him inside you. You pressed your lips to his in a deep and passionate his whispering that you loved him to into his soft beautiful lips. This caused his pace to grow quicker and his thrusts harder. Your moans turning into cries and whines of pleasure that you were sure all your neighbors could hear. His moans were loud as well and they only made you more aroused. “You like it sweetheart? Do you like how I fuck you?” He groaned out as he pounded into you. 

“Y-Yes Binnie! Please don’t stop.” You begged. You could feel your stomach tighten and that all familiar feeling start to form at your core. Changbin could feel you tightening around him and he moaned loudly. He buried his face in your neck and held you close to him as he pounded relentlessly into you. He wanted to make you scream and that’s exactly what you did. He knew you were close as he slipped his hand between you both and rubbed your clit. 

“Cum with me princess, I want you to cum with me.” He begged. You could feel his cock begin to throb inside you, but you couldn’t form any words to respond. You were so overwhelmed by his size, and his fingers that all you could do was sob out in response. Soon you clenched around him and your eyes rolled back, you couldn’t even make a sound because of how strong you came. But the noises that left Changbin’s lips when he spilled his hot seed deep inside you were heavenly to the ear. 

He stayed there for a moment, still inside you as he buried his head in your neck. “So perfect.” He groaned out. You were so exhausted and overwhelmed that you laid limp beneath him and whimpered in response. He pulled out slowly earning a loud whine from you. You hated how empty you felt without him inside you. He pressed soft kisses to your face and lips and caressed your cheek. “You did so good princess. So good.” He moved over to the side of you and pulled you into his arms. “You’re mine, all mine.” He whispered as he played with your hair. Your eyes fluttered closed as you laid your head on his bare sweaty chest. 

“All yours.” You breathed out. 

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[zeroeightzeroone]

hair dye - han jisung

genre: fluff

pairings: non-idol!han jisung x gender neutral reader

warnings: none

wc ~2k | moodboard

notes: if this looks familiar, it was originally posted to my secondary blog @zerothreetwentyfive so i'm republishing everything here on my main blog.

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you: choose a colour

jisung: well hello to you to good afternoon my love

you: good afternoon bb now colour

jisung: blue

you: dark or light

jisung: dark

you: thank you bb <3

...

whenever you got indecisive, you would message your boyfriend asking him to help you make a decision without actually disclosing what you're trying to decide. the messages consisted of asking your boyfriend to choose a colour, a number or whatever came to mind in that moment and after dating for so long, he's gotten used to your random messages asking him to choose. a couple weeks ago, you weren't able to decide where to order bubble to from. so you asked jisung to choose a colour and that week he decided on red thus you decided to order bubble tea from the store with a red seal on their drinks.

your question earlier led jisung to assume you were out buying something, something dark blue. the dark-haired boy's assumption is proven correct when he opens the front door to reveal you holding a plastic bag with a grin on your face. unfortunately, the plastic bag you're holding isn't a clear bag so jisung can't see what's inside.

stepping aside, jisung makes enough room for you to enter the apartment. then he's shutting the door and standing by as you remove your shoes.

"hey y/n!" chan greets you from his spot on the couch and om the other end hyunjin also waves at you with a big smile.

"y/n's here?" jisung's other roommate, changbin's head pops out from behind the wall, waving at you from where he stands in the kitchen, "y/n! hey!"

beaming at the three boys, you wave back to them before changbin then returns to whatever he had been dealing with in the kitchen.

"what's in the bag?" hyunjin nods toward you.

"something dark blue," jisung looks over your shoulder, trying to peek into the bag.

chan's head cocks to the side as confusion laces his every facial feature, wondering what's up with the younger boy.

finally, you reach inside the bag to reveal the result of your shopping and jisung's chosen colour. showing your purchase off to your curious boyfriend and his two roommates on the couch.

"hair dye?"

you nod.

"i said dark blue so it's for you right?" jisung pipes up from behind you, "it's not for me because i said dark blue?"

instead of answering his question, you make your way to the bathroom, listening to the sound of chan and hyunjin laughing from a distance. the two boys on the couch amused at the sight of jisung following you around like a lost puppy inside his own home.

"right?" jisung calls from where he trails behind you.

you sit on the closed toilet and place the box onto the sink.

jisung picks it up the moment you place it down.

staring down at the box of dark blue hair dye, his gaze moves to the plastic bag holding another box inside. then his eyes land on your own as he points to his head, "is this… for my hair?"

your boyfriend looks at you with beady eyes and a pout on his lips. you beam up at him, "no, it's for me."

with that, jisung nods with a soft hum.

"unless…?"

he shakes his head immediately, "no! i'm okay. totally fine with my undyed hair."

he rotates the box around to read the instructions on the back—well, actually—to scan through the text instructions and pay more attention to the illustrated instructions drawn on the back.

"i wanted to change up my hair a bit," you stand, crossing over jisung and positioning yourself right in front of the mirror. your hands moving to run through your hair and prod at the ends, "i haven't dyed it in a while, so i figured why not."

jisung watches you through the mirror, "so… if i told you like… poo brown, you would've bought a poo brown coloured dye?"

you glare at him through the mirror, "no you weirdo. i would have asked again and again until you landed on a colour i thought was nice."

he rolls his eyes, lips pursed in a straight line as he lightly hits your head with the box. your arm retracts as you return his gesture with an elbow to his stomach. jisung's body doubles over, acting as if you aimed at his delicate areas. you know he's not in any actual pain when his eyes are flickering up to look at you. jisung who tries and fails to hide his mischievous expressions as he gages your own to see if you're in any way concerned.

"oh my poor baby," you coo, pretending like you're going to cup his cheeks in your hands. right when he straightens his posture and smiles down at you, you've placed the box in his arms, "now help me."

jisung sports an uneasy look, his brows knit and eyes swimming with worry. he brings the box up to eye level and this time his eyes focus on the words and not the pictures. eyes narrowing in concentration as he goes over the instructions once again.

he looks back at you, "are you sure about this?"

you smile, "of course, i think it'll look nice."

"no, not that," he corrects you, "i mean… do you really trust me to dye your hair?"

you nod, still smiling at your boyfriend who still appears to be apprehensive.

"are you sure?"

another nod.

"what if it ends up incredibly patchy?" he quirks an eyebrow in your direction.

you shrug, "it's your work of art then?"

he blinks.

"what if my hair colouring skills are cursed and all your hair falls out and you end up bald with your scalp stained blue?"

you cross your arms over your chest, "well, when i asked if you would still love me if i was bald, you said yes. so i'm not worried about that."

jisung rolls his eyes, "you also asked if i would love you if you were a worm, and got mad at m—"

"-because you said no and that you'd be a bird and eat me!"

you're glaring up at him with your pointer finger pointed sternly in his direction. while jisung sports a goofy grin, eyes sparkling with amusement at the reminder of that conversation.

"you know what i'll ask hyunjin instead," you turn to the door.

jisung whines, placing the box onto the sink so he can hold you back. wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you towards his chest and away from the door, "nooooo!"

through the mirror, you can see the pout on his lips. the longer you look though, his pout turns up into a soft smile. of course, the sight of your stupid boyfriend smiling at you has your frustrated facade crumbling as you turn in his hold, your arms wrap around his body and you clasp your hands behind him.

"will you let me dye your hair?" jisung pouts again.

you sigh.

for a moment, you choose to stay silent and stare at him, acting like you're in deep thought before you're nodding, giving your boyfriend permission to help you dye your hair. the boy claps his hands before he reaches for the box, but the moment he opens the box his pointer finger is pointed at you.

"you won't blame me if your hair is patchy or you end up bald?" he asks and receives an answer immediately with the way you're looking—glaring— at him, "ok. go get a black shirt from my room."

you scurry out of the bathroom and into jisung's bedroom down the hall, looking for one of his old black shirts. meanwhile, jisung removes the contents inside of the box, analyzing them before lining it up on the sink. when you walk back into the bathroom, lacking a pair of pants and the addition of his shirt, jisung is intently focusing on switching between the instructions and combining the components of the dye together. wanting to make sure he isn't already fucking it up. you perch yourself on the edge of the bathtub, watching as jisung mixes the goopy liquid before he hands over the bowl for you to hold.

he starts by parting your hair and pushing it back with one of your hair claws. when he picks up the dye brush, the boy gives you another look as if to confirm once again that you trust him to put these chemicals onto your head, at that you nod and he begins.

you sit patiently, extending the bowl of dye closer to jisung whenever he needs it and moving your head when he nudges you. you're looking up at him with a soft smile on your lips, his bottom lip jut out in a subtle pout as he focuses on painting the blue dye into your hair. when it's time for him to do the back of your head, instead of him getting into the tub, you turn so your feet are in the tub and your back is facing him.

you glance down at the bowl of dye, seeing that the bowl is almost empty, "how's it look?"

"it looks like a smurf threw up on you," you feel the brush against your scalp.

"haha."

"i don't think we need to open the other box," jisung moves around to see if he's missed any spots in the back, "i think i'm almost done? turn around."

you face him again and jisung proceeds to poke and prod at your hair. this time to check to see if he needs to go over any places at the front of your head. while he doesn't see anything, for good measure, he decides to take the rest of what's left inside the bowl and plop it onto your head before spreading that around.

"looks like one box was enough."

jisung grabs your phone, handing it to you as you exchange it with the empty bowl of dye. you set a timer on your phone as jisung rinses the brush and the bowl, hoping to make little to no splashee to avoid a lecture from chan later on.

"i got two just in case," you tell him, "i didn't want to walk around with half of my head dyed."

"you said it would be my art," jisung counters, his hands still busy cleaning.

you stick your tongue out to the boy and he does the same thing back, only this time bringing both hands near his face and wiggling his fingers in the air.

"i'll head butt you."

"oh no, stitch is angry," he mocks as he removes the gloves.

jisung takes a seat on the closed toilet right as hyunjin, who had gotten up from the couch to go to his room, passes by the bathroom only to walk backwards to do a double take. hyunjin's eyes graze over the hair dye, his lips pursed together as he observes jisung's work.

"i hope your skin doesn't turn blue," he says, referring to the dye that ended up on your cheek or further down your forehead than you expected.

jisung is snickering next to you, "smurf."

your head darts in his direction, glaring.

"angry smurf."

at the moment, you catch hyunjin staring at you while he takes a quick snap of your hilarious hair and dye-smeared face with his phone. your jaw drops as you hear the camera click.

"no wonder you two are best friends," you grumble, arms crossing over your chest, "i'll head butt the both of you!"

hyunjin giggles as he walks away, jisung's phone on the sink vibrates from a sudden notification. it's definitely the picture hyunjin took of you glaring at him. your boyfriend doesn't pick up his phone to check but he makes a mental note to save that photo to his camera roll later on. depending on how funny it is he may also make that your new contact photo on his phone.

the two of you wait for the timer to go off, you gaze off into the distance, eyes not focusing on anything as you zone out. on the other hand, jisung's eyes graze over you, looking at your head and the dye stains on your skin and he thinks about what methods would be best to remove the dye stains on your skin.

"i'll keep the other box in my room," jisung's voice captures your attention, your head darts in his direction with a confused look on your face, "the other box."

he gestures to the plastic bag, that somehow ended up on the floor and you nod.

"i'll probably be the one dying it again so i'll keep it in my room."

"you'd help again?" your jolt, posture straightening from the excitement.

he nods, "of course. unless…"

"unless what? if you say unless my hair falls out and i'm bald i will actually head butt you."

he shakes his head, chuckling as he crosses his arms over his chest. he shrugs before he continues, "unless i start to really like how your hair looks blue and decide i also want the same colour."

the possibility that you and jisung would have matching hair colours has your heart fluttering. you absolutely love it when you and jisung match, most of the time it's small things like matching accessories. but matching hair colours in comparison to matching accessories, felt like a grander display.

based on jisung's observation of your facial expression; your beaming eyes and the subtle way you bite at your lip. it's clear that the idea is something that appeals to you. he can practically feel the excitement radiating off your body and seeping into his own.

"hmm… we'll wash your hair out and you can dye mine?"

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[yootaesowlwrites]

Don’t You Dare Pull Out - Han Jisung

W/C: 3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Faster,” “DI need you to hold onto something then.” + “Don’t you dare pull out.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, kitchen sex, breast play, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, dirty talking, palming, cum tasting, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were busy in the kitchen cleaning in it while Jisung was somewhere in the house, you weren’t exactly sure where or what your boyfriend was doing, but you just hoped to quickly finish in the kitchen, so you could go find him and cuddle into him. As you were stretching over the counter and wiping it clean, you hear footsteps entering the kitchen.

“Hey, Ji,” You say, not sparing a glance in his direction, as you thought he was coming to get something to drink or snack on. “I’m almost finished, can we cuddle if you’re not too busy?” You feel his front press into your ass and his hands grip your hips, your eyes slightly widen as you feel his boner pressing into your ass, and you pause with all movements. His hands push your shirt upwards before they move to grip the waistband of your pants and tug them down and let them drop to the floor around your ankles.

“I need you so badly, baby,” He whines out. You grip the cloth tighter in your hand before releasing it and leaving it where it was, you straighten yourself up and step out of your pants before turning around to face him, your fingers move to his waistband and hook them into the elastic and pull on them.

“Then let’s not waste any time, let’s do it right here,” You say and let the elastic snap back against his skin, causing a groan to fall from his lips. You lean forward, and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips hotly against yours and kissing you desperately. His hands pull at your shirt, and you pull at his as you messily fumble to pull it off. His tongue swipes over your lips, only for you to pull back and pull his shirt over his head, forcing him to release yours and let you remove his.

“It seems like you’re more eager than I am right now,” He says before gripping your shirt and lifting it upwards, you lift your arms and allow him to remove your shirt and toss it onto the floor where his shirt had landed only seconds ago. His hands cup your breasts through your bra, and his fingers immediately press against the place where he knew your nipples would be.

“Well, my boyfriend comes into the kitchen, horny off his mind, can you blame me?” You ask as you grip onto the countertop behind you. “It got me turned on, knowing how turned on you were and needing me,” You could feel a sensation going down to your core as he rubs your nipples through your bra. “Besides, are you maybe frustrated about something?”

“Yes,” He mutters and lets his eyes drop to your chest. “And I need to let it out, because it seems like everything I write down is garbage,” You nod your head and move your hand to the elastic of your bra and pull it over your head and toss it aside, making him pull his hands away as you do, he licks his lips as he finally sees your breasts. You toss your bra aside and move your hand to cup the bulge in his pants and slowly rub over it, you watch his eyelids flutter before he leans closer and cups your boobs and pushes them together against his face. "Fuck, this is heaven..." You could feel his hot breathing against your chest, and the way his thumbs were circling your nipples and causing them to harden.

“Jisung…” You mumble as you slowly slide your hand up and down along his length. He turns his head slightly, and you feel his tongue press against your boob before you felt it slowly move closer to your nipple, he lifts his head away from the centre of your chest and moves his head closer until the tip of his tongue was flicking over your nipple. You could feel yourself getting wetter from the sensation that was going through you. “Ohh, Ji…” You tilt your head back and take in a deep breath. He pushes your breasts even more together to squish them together as he continues to flick his tongue over your nipple.

“Fuck, this is amazing…” He mutters before wrapping his mouth over the nipple and sucking on the bud. You could feel some type of sensation go up your legs and straight towards your abdomen, where a knot of tension was slowly building. You could hear his loud breathing through his nose as it was smushed against your breast.

“Ji, hmm…” You moan. You move your free hand to grip onto the back of his head and massage your fingers into his scalp. He squeezes the side of your breast he was sucking on before releasing it and sliding his hand down your sides and over your mound before cupping you through your panties and stroking your folds through the fabric. “Ji, Ji, Ohh, hmm,” Your hand moves slightly faster over his bulge before you move it lower and cup his balls through his clothes.

“Ohh, my, fucking fuck…” He groans as he releases your nipple. “Ohh, shit that felt so good, fuck,” Your fingers press into the fabric as you massage his balls that were growing sensitive. “Fuuuck…” He lays his forehead against your chest, and you could hear his breathing picking up the more you played with him. “Don’t make me cum in my pants, I wanna cum inside you,” Your fingers pause, and you feel his fingers pushing against your folds, pushing the fabric of your panties between them before he slides them along your pussy.

“Ohh, oh… fuck, I,” You breathe out as your lids flutter. You feel the fabric of your panties pushing more between your folds until his fingers were against your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves through the fabric. “Ohh, Ji, that feels so good,” The feeling of his finger rubbing you through the thin fabric was something you couldn’t describe. Your skin was growing hotter by the second as sweat begins forming a layer on it, you could feel your heart starting to pound in your ears. His fingers slide away from your clit, and you feel the fabric pushing more between your folds before you felt his fingers pressing against your entrance. “Oh, shit, Ji…” You slide your hand away from his balls and cup his bulge again.

“By the time you’re wet enough, you would have made me ruin my underwear,” He mutters and pushes two digits into your entrance, pausing once he sees your body stiffen. “Are you still okay?” You nod your head and take in a slow and steady breath, he pushes his fingers further into you along with your panties, making your jaw drop as you begin to breathe through your mouth.

“All good, fuck, fuck, Ji,” You gasp out at the friction against your walls. You feel your back muscles tensing as the sensation goes through your entire body. “Jisuuunnggg,” Your hand pauses on his bulge, and you suck in a deep breath through your mouth before lifting your head and looking down at his head, which was still resting against the centre of your chest. “Fucking hell, Ji…” He lifts his head, and you could see his eyes completely covered with lust and a smirk sitting on his lips.

“I can’t wait to be inside you instead,” He says. He curls his fingers inside you, and you pull your hand away from his bulge to grab onto the countertop behind you to keep you from sinking to the floor. He pulls his fingers from you before plunging them back into you, making you gasp and roll your eyes to the back.

“Ji, Ji, oh, my fucking…” You gasp and rise onto your toes. Your eyes shut as his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel the stretching feeling disappear as your walls become wetter and your panties become ruined with your own arousal. “Jiiiii,” You could feel your mind starting to spin and specs of dust forms behind your lids, your grip on his hair tightens as you feel yourself getting closer to your own high. “Oh, my fucking…”

“Not yet, hold on,” He mutters. You lower to your feet and curl your toes as you feel a third digit slipping into you, pushing more of your panties into you. Your head falls back as you feel the fabric rubbing against your clit and causing the knot inside you to grow bigger and tighter.

“Jisung!” You moan. As his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel your panties stimulating your clit, which was rapidly causing stars to form behind your lids as you got closer and closer to your high. “Ji, I’m gonna…” You squeeze your legs together around his hand, and that’s when you felt the knot unravel inside you and your high crashing into you like a wave. “JISUNG!” Your mind spins as stars fly past your visions behind your lids, and your body shakes with ecstasy and feels light at the same time. “JI-JISUNG!” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen, along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure. “JISUNG!” His fingers pump in and out of you rapidly to get you through your high, only slowing down once your body begins calming down. “Fuck… so good, so fucking good, Ji…” You lift your head and open your eyes and look at him through hooded eyes.

“It sounded like it was,” He mumbles and pulls his fingers from you, making you whimper as he does. You release the countertop and his hair and move your hands to the waistband of his sweats, your fingers curl into the fabric, and you tug it downwards along with his underwear. They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them, using his foot to kick them aside. “Let me taste it quickly,” You watch as he lifts his hand, the scent of your arousal fills your nose before you watch him push his three fingers into his mouth and suck on them. “Hmm,” His lids flutter for a moment, and you feel your walls clench at the tight. “Fuck, so good, let me feel it with my cock now,” His hands move to the waistband of your panties, and he slowly pulls them down, making sure to take his time as the fabric slips out from between your walls and peels away from your throbbing clit.

“Jiiiiii!” You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. You open them and breathe in and out deeply as the fabric drops to the floor. “Fuck…” You step out of them, and he uses his foot to push them aside.

“Turn around for me,” He says. You do as he says, and you feel his hand press against your lower back before it slides along your spine before pressing down against your back between your shoulder blades. You lay down against the countertop, gasping once the cold surface makes contact with your hot skin.

“Shit, fuck,” You gasp and try to calm your racing mind and heart. His hand stays there while you feel his cock move against your asscheeks, leaving a wet trail behind on your skin before it slips between your folds. “Ohh, my fuuckk, Ji,” He drags it along your pussy, coating himself with your juices before living himself up with your entrance.

“Fuuuuckkk,” He groans out as he pushes the head of his cock inside you, your walls immediately squeeze around him and suck him in. “Fuck, so warm, oh, my fucking…” The sound of your wetness squelching fills the kitchen again, and it sounds even more sinful than the first time. “Fuck, so good, oh, my fuck,” His hand release his cock and moves it to your waist to grip onto you.

“Ji, fuck, fuck, ohhh, shit, uhhhmmm,” You moan. You lay your cheek against the countertop and gasp as you feel his cock slowly filling and stretching you. “Fucking… Jisung, oh…” Your fingers scratch at the cold surface at the pleasurable sensation that’s going through your body.

“Fuck…” He breathes out as he bottoms out inside you. His hand on your waist grips you tightly as he takes a few deep breaths. “Fuck, you feel so good, I might not even last long,” He slowly pulls his hips back and hear your wetness squelching as he does. “Not with how you’re squeezing me,” You feel him pause once the tip of his cock remained inside you before he snaps his hips forward.

“FUCK!” You cry out at the sudden feeling of being filled again. “Jisung, oh, my fuck…” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen along with your moans and his groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Fuck, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your body slipping against the counter from all the sweat that’s build up. “Fuck… faster.”

“I need you to hold onto something then,” He groans. You reach over the counter and manage to grip onto the other end of it with both hands, his thrusts become harder and harsher, and you could feel the familiar tightening feeling of your high building returning to you.

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, yes, like that!” You moan. You close your eyes as you feel his cock rubbing all the right spots inside you. “Fuck… yes,” You could feel your mind spinning with pleasure, and you swear you were seconds away from coming undone.

“Fuck, yes, squeeze me again, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls pulsing around him. “Fuck, yes… So good, oh, my fuck…” His hand slides down your spine, and you feel him grip onto your hips before pulling you over his cock. Your back suddenly arches as you feel the head of his cock hit your sweet spot.

“JISUNG, FUCK!” You cry out. Your walls clamp down around him, causing his balls to tighten in an instant. “FUCK, OH, AGAIN!” You feel his hips stutter against yours as he tries to hit that same spot again. “Oh, YES, YES!” Your walls were milking his cock for a release each time the head touched your sweet spot. You could feel your hip bones hitting against the counter and knew they would be bruised the next day, but right now, the pleasure was worth it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, where do you want it?” He groans out, he could feel his high getting closer and closer much faster than he anticipated, your walls continue to clench around him, and he could feel he was about to blow.

“Fuck, don’t you dare pull out!” You moan. His hips snap into yours, and you feel a warm feeling slowly spreading inside you. “FUCK, YES, FILL ME UP, JI!” Hot ropes of cum spill into you as he begins rocking his hips against yours. “JI!”

“FUCK, YYYY/NNN!” He whines as he feels your walls still pulsing around his sensitive cock that was slowly growing soft as his load was spilling into you. “Fuck, fuck, let me… fuck,” He slides one hand between you and the countertop and cups your mound before pressing his fingers against your clit that had a heartbeat inside it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, Oh, my fucking, JISUNG!” You cry out as stars explode behind your lids and you come undone. The knot inside you snaps loose and your body shakes against the counter as you go through your high. Your mind flies into the sky and your body floats through the clouds, you feel him trying to keep rubbing your clit as pleasure consumes his body completely and his energy was slowly being drained. “FUCK, So good, fuck,” Your grip on the counter loosens before you completely release it and claw at the countertop.

“Ohh, my fuck… so good,” He mutters and leans over you. His hips pause against yours, and he lays his head against your middle back, breathing in deeply as he does. Your body slowly calms down, and soon the only sound that fills the kitchen was the sound of you both catching your breath and trying to calm down from the intimate moment that just happened. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” You hum and open your eyes. “I’m okay… my hips might not be,” You feel his hand pull away from your pussy and move between your hips and the counter, he lifts his head away from your back and pulls you away from the counter.

“Shit, you’re right…” He mutters as he looks down at your hips. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” You take his hand in yours and pull it away from your hip before you move forward to press yourself against him.

“Ji, it’s fine, I’m fine with it,” You mutter. “I don’t mind, it's a little reminder from today,” You smile at him as you bring your other hand to his lips and trace your finger along them. “Who knows, maybe tomorrow with feeling them, I’ll come to interrupt you,” He licks his lips before leaning closer, if it weren’t for your fingers, his lips would have been against yours.

“I’ll look forward to that,” He mutters. You pull your finger away and press your lips against his, softly kissing him, his arms wrap around you, and he holds you against him as you both sway gently in the kitchen.

“I could use a drink right now…” You mutter as you pull away from the kiss. “And you?” He unwraps his arms from around you as he nods. "And then we can go clean up, yeah?"

"Hmm, I could use a drink," He says. You move towards the cupboards and take out two glasses before filling it with some water. "Thank you," You nod your head as you pass him the glass.

"So, do you think your frustration is all out now?" You ask and take a sip from the water in the glass. He shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip before putting the glass down.

"I'll see once we finished our shower," He says and gives you a smirk. A Hint of mischief in his eyes, which told you just enough about what you needed to know was going to happen in the shower.

[taeminsung]

one last song..

pairing: chan x reader

summary: in this episode of chan’s room, he did the one thing he never thought he would do for himself.

mina’s notes: listening to one of my favorite songs and just thought this would be very chan. please enjoy ♡

The empty hotel room was filled with a deafening silence that it almost felt alive. Some small part of Chan wished that he would have told any of the members about his little plan, but a different part of him knew that if he had, he most likely would have chickened out of doing it. Hearing his own heartbeat in his head, he considered the options if he just went to bed and gave up on everything, what would everyone think of him? There was a slight shake to his hands as he continues to get everything set up for his weekly Chan’s room, hoping that one special person would tune in like they always did. It was the routine every Sunday and it never mattered what you were doing but you always dropped everything you made sure to turn on the live stream. Today was the first time he ever hesitated before turning on the love, knowing that by the end of the night, he was either going to have his heart broken or mend what he broke in the first plan. Closing his eyes, he took a final deep breath before hitting the button to go live.

Feeling more nervous than usual, his eyes stayed glued to the chat trying to reply to comments as they came in. He was happy to have different questions flooding in about the tours, members, and anything else that allowed him to push off his plan. It wasn’t a difficult plan really, just one he didn’t know how to move forward with. The day before during sound check, he planned it all. A few easy steps he thought at the time. Go live, as he always did, fully admit to having a special someone, play an unreleased song, then deal with the repercussions of his actions. Honestly, he knew that the last step should be the one that he was the most unsure about, but step one of the plans scared him to no end. Chan know that he would have to deal with the company likely giving him a lashing for showing a song that wasn’t done, but he didn’t know what your reaction would be.

Just weeks earlier, you two had been cuddled on his couch in the dorm, listening to some of the new 3Racha songs, deciding which one they would use for an upcoming opportunity. Before Chan really understood what was going on, you both were on opposite sides of the couch yelling at each other, with Changbin trying to calm the situation down to the best of his ability. Jisung was curled under the blanket pulling at your arm to get you to sit down and take a breath before anything else was said. The memory was potty for Chan, but he remembered you screaming that you never felt like a priority and that you felt like you always had to beg for his attention before slamming the door to their dorm as you left. The silence that had filled the dorm until Hyunjin came home, rivaled that from earlier and he hated how that was your last interaction for weeks because work again took him away from you.

Slowly coming back to reality, he realized that he had been utterly silent, lost in the memory of that night and when he dared to look at the chat, everyone was asking if he was alright or why he just went silent for so long. I’m not really sure if I’m ok, he started with an uneven sign, I messed something up in my personal life and I don’t know if I can really fix it. Glancing down at his phone, he had a message from Felix to let him in the room so he could hang out. One second everyone, we will have a special guest tonight, Chan stated before going to open the door. When he opened the door, he didn’t expect to be greeted with six other people standing behind Felix. Quickly they all squeezed by him and into the room, shouting their hellos to the live but mostly staying out of view as they made themselves comfortable on various surfaces. Signing, Chan returned to his original spot in front of the camera as he explained that the surprise guest was actually all of his members, and he wouldn’t pressure them to be on camera if they didn’t want to.

A comfortable silence filled the room this time as he continued to read the chats that came through. Oh, I did start to talk about something before they came in, he hummed looking around at each of his members, watching as all of them gave him supportive gestures for him to continue his story. When his eyes fell on Changbin, he slightly tilted his head in confusion as to what was going on. We wanted to support whatever crazy plan you came up with, it’s all of us together, Changbin said before going back to whatever it was that he was going on his phone. Time continued to pass and the tightness in Chan’s chest started to gnaw at him as he quickly read the chats. Taking another deep breath and final glance at everyone in his room, he decided that it was now or never. The short crazy three step plan that he had come up with was finally going to be set into action.

Alright, I have something I need to confess, Chan stated before closing his eyes and remembering your tear stained face that night as he continued, there is a special someone in my life, well I hope they are still in my life, not that anything bad happened to them, but I ah, pausing his rambles, he watched as Jisung sat next to him, placing his hand on his shoulder waiting for him to continue. I really messed up with this someone and I just want to apologize to them for keeping them in the dark so long when I should have been showing you off to the world. Tears pricked at his waterline as his fingers played on his phone finding the file that he was so scared to play to the world. The nights he wouldn’t sleep since that fight were spent creating something for you, in the hopes that you would understand and take him back. So, I, uh, created a song that I wanted to share with you, please let me know your thoughts, he concluded knowing that the last part was directed at you and only you.

The soft beat of the song started to play as so many eyes watched him sink back into the couch. Chan’s voice again filled the room as he covered his face embarrassed that he was playing the song he wrote for you, for the entire world to hear.

Right here right now, you are on my mind, and I think about you all the time.

As the words continued to be heard by everyone, Chan couldn’t help but to think back to the good times that you shared. When he first met you at the music store, he didn’t expect to leave with your number and a blush spread across his face. Truly, he felt bad for his members at the time because he couldn’t stop himself from talking about you for weeks after that encounter, scared to message you first in case you were just being polite when he asked for your number.

I’m sending a message to you, and I’m hoping that it will get through.

The last nights that you two would steal away from the world, whether you were sneaking into JYP to hang out with him while he worked on new songs, or when you’d both meet somewhere to enjoy a meal before wandering the city. For Chan, it never really mattered what the two of you ended up doing when you were together, as long as you were just together to begin with. He enjoyed the quiet moments with you when you were busy working on your stuff, and he could just be in the same space as you. It brought a calm to his life that he didn’t realize he was missing until you, even now, that calm was crumbling without you just there.

I miss having you by my side.

Maybe it was the comfort he developed in your presence but having you by his side gave him the strength to work long hours, to create more songs than he knew what to do with, to be the strong pillar that he knew his members needed from him when things got tough. While his members depended on him for a lot, he in turn depended on you to be his lighthouse in the dark days. Never once would did he put the pressure on you by telling you it all, instead he just let the moments of his head resting in your lap while you played with his hair wash away the bad that he didn’t want to deal with.

In case you hear this, then know you’re the love of my life.

Months after meeting you, he realized it so quickly. For him, there wasn’t going to be anyone else, you were his end. You, the person who made him want to be a better person. You, the one who made him smile and laugh no matter what was going on outside the walls of his room. You, the love of his life, who had endless patience for him in all things. Which only made him understand, far too late, that you blowing up on him that night meant that it was something you had wanted to share with him for a long time, or had been sharing and he just never noticed it in the way you needed him to. You, the light that he would do anything to have back in his life.

Maybe you’re listening, so here’s one last song for you.

In truth, this wasn’t going to be the official last song for you, but only the last sad song. The next song he wrote for you was going to be one that was filled with so much love and adoration that he knew he would never get anyone to sing on. He felt like a small weight was lifted off his chest as the final sounds of the melody finished and allowed silence to find its way back into the room. Peaking between his fingers he watched the chat scroll at such a speed that he couldn’t ever begin to read any of the messages there. Stealing another glance around the room, he noted the way that none of the members could look at him and swore he could have heard a few low sniffles. His heart squeezed in his chest before thinking it was best to throw in the towel and end the live, knowing that he was half the world away and you might not have had time to tune in this week. Knowing that it would be trending, and your friends would show you, he shook his head in defeat. His thoughts drifted back to the drawings board for how to make a grand gesture for you.

The incredibly quiet ping of a message sent his heart into overdrive as he saw your name light up his screen. It was short, I love you, Channie. Please continue to do the live and we can talk when you get home in a few days. In the few words that you had sent, a piece of his heart felt like it was healed instantly. Chan also knew that you didn’t love to have serious talks over the phone because expressions were such a big part of the both of you and missing those could lead to even more miscommunications. Feeling like he was himself again, he went back to reading the chats with a new found giddiness that only caused the other members to finally join in on the live, giving him even more strength to finish out the next few days knowing that he got to go home to you.

˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡

[stayteezdreams]

My Kind of Fun: Part One

Plot: Parties aren't really your thing, so when you sneak off to find some peace and quiet, you run into someone who feels the same.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Han Jisung x Gn!Reader

-Meet Cute Series-

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, and a drunk guy (the reader is not mentioned as drinking anything)

Words: ~2.1k

Your fake laugh spilled from your mouth for the hundredth time, as the drunk guy in front of you told a story you were certain was fake.

His glazed eyes were barely focused on you as he slurred his words, and you looked round the room desperately for your friend. You had begun to feel overwhelmed with your surroundings a while ago, but told yourself to stay. But the longer you did, the more you regretted it.

Excusing yourself, you left the drunk man to himself as you looked for somewhere quiet to escape too, while also keeping an eye out for your friend.

'Why did I let her convince me to come?' you asked yourself as you dodged a stumbling drunk girl.

Seeing your friend nowhere in sight, you worried she may have left with someone, forgetting your existence for the night. You sighed as your eyes landed on the doors to what you assumed was a balcony.

Peaking out the glass window, you saw no one, and felt a wave of relief. Pushing open the door, you slid out and let out a sigh as the cool night air washed over you.

Walking to the balcony ledge, your eyes cast over the city. You felt instantly more at ease away from the loud music, alcohol and strangers. You laid your head down on your arm for a second as you took in a breath.

Standing up straight again, you turned to lean against the railing, but your eyes instantly caught on the young man on the other side of the balcony.

Your heart jolted as you jumped, letting out a gasp of surprise.

His eyes widened in surprise as he lifted his hands, "Sorry!" he yelled in a soft voice.

You let out a breath as you chuckled, clearly still in shock.

"I wasn't sure if I should have announced my presence when you came out or not" He mumbled in a somewhat awkward tone, but you could see an amused smile on his face.

You lifted your hand "It's okay, I'm sorry I didn't realize someone was out here."

Han's smile relaxed a bit as you chuckled. When he saw you come out onto the balcony his heart dropped. He was afraid you were some drunk stranger who was gonna bother him.

But then he recognized you, having seen you earlier. He remembered thinking you looked as uncomfortable as he felt.

When you let out a sigh and wandered to the balcony, he could tell you weren't drunk. And from the way you were acting he thought maybe you were tying to escape just like he had.

Straightening up a bit, you placed your hands behind your back, feeling a bit awkward. You smiled at Han, and he felt his heart jolt.

"Do you want me to leave? You were here first, I can find somewhere else to go." You offered politely, uncertain of what to do.

Han stood up a bit straighter and shook his head quickly "No no, you don't have to do that." He smiled softly at you "Are you trying to escape the party?"

You felt an odd sense of relief wash over you at this comment before you chuckled and nodded "Yeah, I didn't really want to come."

Han let out a soft laugh "Yeah me neither. Well-" he interrupted himself "I did want to come, but I didn't want to be here this long."

"Did your friend disappear on you too?" You asked with a knowing tone as you walked a bit closer to him.

He nodded smiling, feeling relieved you were just like him in this moment.

"I'm Y/n." You introduced yourself, your tone obviously shy.

Han felt his heart skip a beat as you smiled at him again "I'm Jisung, most of my friends call me Han though."

"It's nice to meet you." You said with a soft bow of your head as your smile widened a bit.

Han's heart seemed to do another flip, and he felt an urge to know more about you, to know everything about you.

He slowly took steps towards the balcony, and you followed. Leaning against the railing together, though you were still a few feet away from each other.

After a brief moment of silence Han cleared his throat lightly "So if you didn't want to come to the party, why did you?" He asked softly, genuinely curious.

You smiled and looked down at your hands, wondering how honest you should be. Glancing over at him, you were almost taken aback by the soft, patient gaze as he looked at you. Something told you he'd understand you.

"Uhh, I'm pretty introverted, I don't have a lot of friends and I avoid crowded places." You gave him a brief look, and saw him nod softly, almost as if he felt the same, so you continued "I want to be better at being social, so-" you sighed "When my friend told me about this party and asked me to come, I said yes, much to their surprise" You chuckled "But, my social battery ran out quite a while ago." You admitted with a slightly disappointed tone.

He nodded and let out a breath "I'm the same, pretty much."

You met his eyes and he smiled softly "Yeah?"

He nodded, and a wave of understanding and comfort washed over you. Han felt it too as he got lost in staring at you for a moment.

The growing tension between you was broken when you felt your phone vibrate.

Han quickly looked away from you, noting how his heart seemed to be in a constant state of flutter around you.

Reading your text, you felt your stomach twist a bit as you resisted the urge to laugh.

'I hope you got home okay! Don't worry about me, I'm safe ;) '

You shook your head and Han looked at you curiously "Everything okay?"

You sighed softly and nodded as you put your phone away. "Apparently I waited around for nothing. My friend thought I had already gone home so she already left too."

Han rose his brow and opened his mouth in awe "They didn't even check first?"

You shook your head "I'm not really surprised, as I usually would have left by now."

"So what are you gonna do now?" he asked casually, wondering if you were going to leave now.

Part of you wanted to stay and talk to him more, but you dreaded hanging around the party any longer.

You hummed quietly as you looked over the balcony edge out at the city. "I suppose since they left, I should too."

Han would be lying if he said he didn't feel a wave of disappointment wash over him, but he didn't blame you at all for wanting to leave. Before you came out, he was a few moments away from leaving himself.

He nodded in understanding as you turned around, "It was nice to meet you Jisung"

"You too" He smiled, wondering if it would be too forward to ask for your number.

As you walked towards the doors, Han found himself calling out "Wait!"

You turned and looked back at him and you saw him hesitate.

"Uh, I- do you want to share an Uber or something? I think I'm ready to leave too."

You smiled at him "I was actually gonna walk home"

"Walk!?"

"Yeah, I live close by, I walked here, sooo" You chuckled.

Han looked around "But it's the middle of the night! Since your friend left it's too dangerous to walk alone isn't it?"

You felt touched at his concern for you, and giggled lightly, unaware of the somersaults you made Han's heart do when you did.

Han walked over to you "Let me-" he stopped himself "Can I walk you home? Or at least most of the way? It doesn't seem right to let you walk alone."

Your heart was pounding in your chest, as your ears burned hot. He really was a nice guy wasn't he?

"What about your friend?"

He shrugged, "I seriously doubt they'd notice I left."

"Some great friends we have huh?" You asked with a chuckle, making him laugh. After a second of thought, you nodded "Okay, if you really want to, that would be nice."

He smiled at you and nodded "It would certainly make me feel better."

You smiled and he cleared his throat as he walked to the door, pulling it open for you.

As you walked down the dark road towards your house, silence hung between the two of you for only a moment before Han started asking you questions.

Had you always lived here? Did you go to college? What did you study? What are your hobbies?

Your conversation went back and forth as you learned about each other, and in turn found that you got along great, like really great.

So when you turned down your street, you hesitated, you felt disappointed that it was going to end.

You stopped and Han looked over at you "I live just up here" You pointed and you saw Han's face fall with realization.

"Oh" He said softly before he looked around your surroundings.

Han actually felt panicked, at the idea of the night ending. He wanted to keep talking to you forever.

"What- I- do you-" he stumbled over his word before he finally turned and looked at you again with a hopeful smile "Are you hungry?"

You felt a bit surprise at the sudden question, but knew where it was leading.

Your stomach fluttered and you smiled brightly, nodding "I could eat."

Han's smile widened as he scratched the back of his head "I know a place you can get some pretty good ramyeon near here."

You nodded fervently "I know it too."

As you turned and started heading away from your house, both you and Han buzzed with excitement and a childish giddiness that you both wondered if the other felt too.

Swinging back and forth slowly on the swing as you shoved ramyeon into your mouth you almost laughed.

You didn't expect your night to end with you and a handsome boy you just met, in an empty playground in the middle of the night eating noodles.

As a small scoff escaped you, Han looked over at you in amusement and curiosity.

"What?" He asked with a mouth full of noodles.

You swallowed your food and shook your head "This is just so different then how my night started."

Han chuckled and nodded, feeling the same.

"But honestly, this is more fun to me than any party."

Han laughed out loud now "Cheers to that." He said in an exaggerate tone as he rose his bowl of noodles.

Laughing, you cheers yours against his as you both chuckled. Your eyes met and you both felt yourselves freeze for a moment as tension seem to rise.

At the same time, you both let out soft and awkward giggles before you went back to eating your ramyeon. Casual silence hung between you for a moment before he spoke.

"I like this too." his voice was just above a whisper, but you heard him clearly. You looked over at him just as he looked at you "Would you- would you want to do it again?"

Your heart jumped at his question, and you felt a grin pulling at your lips.

You nodded "I would."

You saw Han repress a smile as he looked down at his food, mixing it a bit aggressively as he nodded, failing to repress his smile anymore "Me too."

You looked back down at your food, and hoped your face wasn't noticeably flushed as you felt butterflies rampage in your stomach.

"Is tomorrow too soon?" He asked suddenly and you looked up a bit surprised, only to see him staring at you with round, excited eyes.

Unable to help it, a laugh bubbled out of you, making him chuckle nervously as he became aware of his own eagerness.

But he felt relieved when you stifled your giggles and shook your head "No, I don't think it's too soon at all."

"Good" he laughed softly as he locked his eyes with yours.

Your eyes stayed locked as you smiled softly at each other, both of you knowing you were feeling the same thing. The same pull towards each other that made you not want to separate.

But even when you had to separate after Han walked you back home, you had the knowledge and excitement that you would see him again soon.

xx

-Part Two-

Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @jaeheekangslover, @sourmooonlight, @seungminsdreamwife, @thesunsfullmoon

[ihave-atummyache]

everyone is a little toxic

Stray Kids Imagine

summary: toxic traits of skz

sfw! mean!skz toxic!skz but nothing crazy fr. suuuuuper angsty

-OT8

5.7k words

ik i said that i would post it all in one part but mwahahahha😈 there will be a pt 2. later gators

pt2:

Bang Chan: Overworks himself then takes it out on you.

You scoop the meal you just made into a bowl and stare at the steaming food, your lip between your teeth. It is for your boyfriend, Chan, who has locked himself in his room to keep working on a track. The same track that practically had him in tears last week.

You know if you go in and bother him, there is a fifty-fifty chance of him snapping at you. He often does when you 'bother' him while he is working. It isn't your fault that you get concerned for your extremely overworked boyfriend!

You let out a deep sigh and pick the bowl up before making your way over to the room that was set up as an office for him. You knock gently on the door twice before letting yourself in. He often has headphones on and doesn't notice you when you knock so you always let yourself in.

"Channie?" You question, walking towards his hunched figure at his desk. You glances over at you when he senses your presence but doesn't bother taking a headphone off or even trying to talk to you.

You bite down on your lip and debate walking back out of the room and not even talking to him or offering him food. He has been locked up in this room for almost 24 hours. He neglected coming to bed last night and instead has been sat in front of his computer.

"I made dinner," you comment as you reach his desk. He knows you’re there but chooses to pretend he first notice you. Once you're beside him, he dramatically rips his headphones off and slams his hands on the desk, making you jump.

"What, y/n? What could you possibly want right now?" he snaps at you and you bite down on your lip, feeling tears wanting to well up at the embarrassment he was making you feel for trying to take care of him. Your cheeks and neck burn with a deep blush.

Chan’s eyes are bloodshot and glassy. His face is flush and his hair is sticking up in every direction, an obvious sign that he has been running his fingers through it over and over again.

You were right, you should have turned around and left. But its too late now. You're already in the room and you're already getting yelled at so you might as well accept it, even if it does break your heart.

"I-I made you dinner," you stutter out and break eye contact with him, opting to look at the bowl in your hands instead. It is still steaming hot and the steam is hitting your nostrils, making your own stomach growl. You know this is one of Chan's favorites so hopefully it'll act as a peace offering.

"Oh my God. Get out! If I was hungry or if I wanted you in here, I would have called for you," he snaps at you again and pulls the headphones over his ears again, turning to face the computer screen.

You feel your face heat up more in a mix of anger and embarrassment before you slam the bowl down on the desk beside him. You try not to notice that the liquid sloshes out of the bowl slightly and lands on your hand, immediately burning you.

You turn on your heel and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. By the time you reach the kitchen, angry tears are running down your face and your even angrier hands are trying to wipe them away.

Lee Know: Short tempered

You know Minho has a short temper. Everyone knows that, but it doesn't excuse him going off on you for absolutely no reason. You often are the object of his anger because you are together so much and you’re usually able to just brush his outbursts off.

However, sometimes you just can’t let them go.

"Hm?" You question, pulling your headphones off. You had seen your boyfriend talking to you but only caught the end of his sentence by the time you removed the headphones. He rolls his eyes at you, obviously annoyed.

"I hate repeating myself, y/n. You know this," he raises his eyebrows at you and you blink at him a few times, waiting for him to say whatever it was that he had said.

"I said," he starts, attitude dripping in his tone, "Do you want to go to that new restaurant for dinner tonight?" he asks and you nod.

"Yes of course. When do you wanna go?" you ask and stand up. For some reason, you miscalculated exactly how close you were to the table and your knee hits the table, knocking your glass of water over and making it roll off the table, shattering all over the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Why is it so hard for you to do simple tasks like listening and watching where you're going?" Minho snaps at you before walking towards the kitchen. You roll your eyes and opt to not reply.

You squat down to pick up the glass and somehow one of the shards cuts your finger, right where it meets your palm. You let out a hiss and drop the glass on the ground bringing your hand closer to inspect it.

The cut isn't too deep but it is in one of those spots that seems like it will never stop bleeding. You stand quickly as the blood drops from your hand and lands on your mess. As you walk towards the kitchen, you are dripping blood and don't notice.

"Did you seriously cut yourself?" Minho's tone is impatient with you again and you nod, walking towards the sink to rinse the cut out.

"Let me see it," he demands and you shake your head, letting the water run over the cut, another hiss leaving your mouth at the sting.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn," he grabs your wrist, a little too harshly, and yanks it from under the water to look at it, making you stumble into him slightly.

"Stop being so fucking mean," you reply and snatch your hand from his grip. He scoffs at you and rolls his eyes, slamming the towel that was in his hand down on the counter beside him.

"If I'm so fucking mean, then clean your own damn mess," he spits at you before leaving the room, his heavy footsteps indicating that he is making his way to your shared bedroom.

You let out a frustrated yell and grab the first aid kit from under the sink. All you did was ask him to repeat himself and drop a fucking glass and he's acting like this is the end of the world.

"Y/n! You got blood on the floor. You couldn't have at least stopped that from happening?" You hear Minho's voice again and you ignore him, not feeding into his temper anymore.

You hear his footsteps making their way towards the kitchen again and slam your hands down on the countertop, definitely making your cut bleed much more than it was before.

"You don't hear me talking to you?" He questions and you turn around facing him. A look of disgust and annoyance covers your face.

"Oh fuck off, Minho. Yell at somebody who gives a shit," You snap and push past him, letting your shoulder hit him a little too hard, and making your way to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you.

Changbin: Arrogant

"Who was that?" You ask, setting your purse down as you enter you apartment. Changbin comes in behind you and helps you slide your coat off, placing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

"I met her a while ago at an award show," he replies and you nod, toeing off your shoes. You aren't one to get insecure or jealous, especially with the way your man is all over you, even in public.

But something about this girl just really rubbed you the wrong way. The way he unwrapped his arm from your waist to shake her hand made your stomach flip. Her lingering touches and flirty eyes, all while you were standing right there.

"She seemed a little touchy," you comment and Changbin shrugs, ultimately disregarding your comment.

"You only met her once?" You clarify again as you follow Changbin into the bedroom to change your clothes.

"Mhm, she used to have a thing for Hyunjin I think," he comments, loosening his tie and sliding it over your head. You let out a little 'ah' and pull your dress off, replacing it with a t-shirt and sleep shorts. You make your way into the bathroom and grab a makeup wipe, starting to remove your eye makeup.

"Why are you acting so weird? You aren't jealous, are you?" Changbin's voice sounds from the doorframe and you look over at him before looking back into the mirror, shrugging.

"It isn't that I'm jealous,” you clarify, “It's more like the principle of her overstepping obvious boundaries that you wouldn't push with someone who is in a relationship," you try to explain.

"It wasn't that serious," Changbin once again shrugs off your feelings and you turn to face him, crossing your arms across your chest.

"Are you even listening to me, Bin?" your voice is laced with frustration.

"Of course I am. You're jealous because some colleague was being too nice to me," he turns to walk away and you scoff. 

"Do you listen to anything but the sound of your own damn voice?" you suddenly snap at him and he freezes before turning back around to face you. He opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he can start.

"Whenever I tell you about my feelings or try to have a conversation like this with you, you just brush it off. I'm not jealous, Changbin. It's the principle of it all. And if I was jealous, you definitely aren't doing anything to help my insecurity," your temper has ran out and his eyebrows drop into a furrow, seemingly confused about your sudden outburst.

"I just don't understand why you are coming for me like this when I didn't do anything," he says, his own tone starting to reflect yours.

"What I'm trying to say is-"

"No I get what you're trying to say. I just don't understand why you're so mad at me," he tries to clarify and you turn back towards the sink.

"Then you obviosuly don't get what I'm-"

"Y/n you need to calm down," He interrupts you and you scoff, slamming your hands down on the sink.

"Stop fucking interrupting me! You are so fucking arrogant. Oh my God! You can't even actually listen to me for five fucking minutes without having to have your own input," you snap and he takes a step towards you so you're face to face in the bathroom.

"Sometimes you're wrong, Changbin. Whether you like it or not. Get your head out of your ass," you push past him and go towards the living room.

Hyunjin: Perfectionist

Hyunjin's most toxic trait is something that has been forced upon him in his career. He is convinced that everyone, especially the public has to think that he is perfect.

The perfect man, the perfect idol, the perfect boyfriend. This sometimes causes huge strains in your relationship because you can't tell what is real and what is a facade that he is putting on for the public eye.

You and Hyunjin are on a date and got into a small argument. It wasn't even an argument as much as you were just bickering with each other. He had picked this Italian restaurant and the portions were huge so you two decided it would he best to split a dish. However you couldn't decide and started to bicker back and forth between two dishes, trying to decide which to get.

"We can literally make that at home, Hyunjin. We should get something that we can only have in an authentic restaurant like this," you try to reason and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

"You already decided on white wine, which doesn't go with the dish you want at all," he replies and you throw your hands up a little in frustration.

"Whatever, Hyunjin. Get what you want," you snap at him and before he can snap back at you, the waitress walks up to the table. He plasters a huge fake smile on his face and tells her the order, getting what he wanted and the white wine that you wanted.

"Now everyone is happy. Stop being a crybaby," he mumbles and you scoff, pulling out your phone. Your Twitter is getting notifications and you open the app.

Someone had taken a video of you and Hyunjin in the past ten minutes and posted it to Twitter. It already had over 1000 likes and you laugh at the video.

It showed Hyunjin saying something to you before you roll your eyes and fall back into your seat, crossing your arms. Then Hyunjin runs a hand through his hair, obviously annoyed.

"What's funny?" Hyunjin's voice pulls you from the video and you look up, turning your phone to face him. The smile on your face drops when you take in Hyunjin's face, obviously not amused with the video.

His jaw clenches and he clears his throat before turning in the direction that the video seemed to be taken from. The person recording was obviously long gone and he turns back to face you, a sigh leaving his mouth.

"What's wrong?" you ask, putting your phone away and resting your chin in your hand to look at your boyfriend.

"Nothing's wrong," he mumbles and you let out a small chuckle. You already know what's wrong. You reach for Hyunjin's hand across the table and he lets you grab it.

"Jinnie, relax. It's okay! There's nothing wrong with us disagreeing from time to time. It's natural and everyone likes seeing this real and raw side of you. You know that," you try to reason and he nods as the waitress approaches the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

The waitress pours your wine and neither you or your boyfriend say anything besides a small 'thank you' and even after she leaves, the silence between the two of you remain. You take a sip from your glass and look over to Hyunjin. He is zoned out, his finger tracing the rim of the glass and he's focused on something on the table.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of your's?" You finally break the silence and Hyunjin's eyes shoot up to meet yours immediately.

"That looks like we don't like each other," he mutters in a small voice, not much more than a whisper. You let out a sigh and adjust in your seat, uncrossing your legs and leaning towards your boyfriend. Before you can say anything, he's shaking his head at you.

"Stop it. Your body language is weird. Now we know someone is watching us, we need to act like we like each other," he speaks up, his eyes darting around the restaurant. You feel a little pang in your chest at his words and suck in a sharp breath.

"Act like we like each other?" You inquire, an eyebrow raised. He shoos you with his hand, still looking around the room.

"You know what I mean, y/n. Let's not start a scene. We have already caused one," he dismisses you and you scoff, taking the napkin from your lap and slamming it on the table.

"Whatever, Hyunjin. I'll give them something to spectate about," you spit at him and stand from the table. You grab your belongings and turn, making a beeline for the door. You barely hear Hyunjin calling in a whisper yell behind you before you reach the door and pull out your phone, ready to call a cab.

Han: Wandering eyes

Your first thought when you get to your house is to turn on the T.V. and see your stunning boyfriend at his award show. Your relationship was still under wraps so you weren't allowed to join him at his award show, at least not yet. You turn on the T.V. and realize you missed their red carpet so you take to Twitter to see what you missed.

Before you can even type his name into the search bar, you see that under trending is your boyfriend's name. He must have looked really good if he's trending away from his group. You click on the 'Han Jisung' hashtag and your heart immediately drops.

He wasn't trending because of how good he looks, he's trending because he was caught by a million cameras checking out another idol. Bile creeps its way into your throat and the tears spring to your eyes before you can even stop them.

This may seem like an overreaction to most, but this is not the first time that your boyfriend has been trending for his wandering eyes and flirty behavior. Just a week ago you two had gotten in a huge fight about how just because you're a secret, doesn't mean he needs to act single.

You thought that it got through to him but it obviously went in one ear and right out of the other. You lock your phone and frustratedly slam it down on the couch beside you. You let out a groan and let your head fall into your hands.

"Han fucking Jisung," you whisper out to yourself. You fall back against the couch and cross your arms over your chest before deciding to train your eyes on the ceiling. It only lasts about a minute until tears have started running down your face.

About two hours later, you hear the front door of your apartment open and you roll over in bed, not ready to explain to your boyfriend why your eyes are so puffy and red. He obviously didn't go to the after party so that gives you a little reassurance, but not much.

"Baby? Are you asleep?" you hear your boyfriend's voice and pull the blanket tighter around your chin before shaking your head. You hear him make his way over to the bed and he places a kiss to the side of your head. He smells like his shampoo and soap which means he either showered at the venue or went home before coming to see you.

"Did you watch the show?" he asks and you feel all of your emotions over the situation bubble to the surface. You let out a scoff.

"No, Jisung. I was too busy scrolling through your trending video from a million different angles," you reply coldly. He doesn't seem to pick up on your tone well and settles in the bed behind you.

"I'm trending?" there is pure excitement in his voice and you almost feel bad for him. Almost. You sit up straight in the bed and turn to face him. His bare face is illuminated by the faint glow of street lights outside your window and he really does look stunning. If you weren't so upset with him, you would surely be jumping his bones.

"Yeah. You're trending. Not for what you, your company, or your devoted girlfriend would like you to be trending for, however," you snap at him and grab your phone from the side table. You pull up his name under trending and toss your phone at him.

He flips it and you see him obviously scrolling through the tweets. His eyebrows are dropped in focus before they relax and a small smirk takes over his face, making your jaw drop.

"Does this make you happy, Jisung?" you question, hostility dripping from your tone. His eyes dart up to yours before they're back on the phone again. You glance over at your screen and see that he is watching a video of himself that is from an angle that you can see the exact asset he was assessing on the singer.

"You have got to be kidding me," you snarl at him and stand from the bed, ready to sleep in the living room.

"What? Can you blame me? She has a nice-"

"You have a girlfriend!" you interrupt him, your tone much more hostile than you intended and he's slightly taken aback.

"I know! I'm a guy. What do you expect?" his absurd defense just pisses you off more and you can't help clenching your jaw. He locks your phone and throws it onto the bed next to you.

"You are unbelievable." You spit before storming out of the room.

Felix: Belittling you/making you feel inferior

You sigh again. Your work computer has been acting up and you have done everything you can to try to make it work. You're trying your absolute best to not have to resort to calling your IT desk at work, but it seems to be your only option.

"That's one sigh too many. What's eating you?" you hear your boyfriend's voice behind you, giving you some comfort but frustration still racks your body.

"My computer is being dumb and I really don't want to have to call IT. I've tried everything I can think of and it still won't work!" you exclaim out, slamming your hands down on the desk. You feel his hands start to massage your shoulders and a gentle kiss is placed to your temple, obviously trying to calm you down.

"I just don't know what to do, Lix. On top of that, I have a report that I need to present on Friday!" you complain again and tilt your head back to look at Felix. He turns his attention from the computer screen down to you and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

"Do you want me to have a look at it?" He asks and you shake your head before sitting back up to look at the screen again.

"In all honesty, I just want to go to bed and not even think about this mess anymore," you confess and rest your head in the palm of your hand.

"Have you tried plugging it in?" Felix asks and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You were already frustrated and you don't want to be sent over the edge and snap at your boyfriend.

"Yes, Felix. I tried to plug it in," you reply but the exasperation in your voice is impossible to miss. You run your hand through the front of your hair and sit back up again, ready to try a few more things so you can work on your project.

"Have you tried restarting it?" It was meant to come out as a helpful question but you can't stop the scoff that leaves your mouth in response.

"I'm not an idiot, Felix," you snap at him but he doesn't say anything else for a few beats of silence.

"Did you put it to sleep or hard reset it? Do you know the difference?" he asks and you turn in your chair immediately to face him. Maybe it was the underlying belittling in his tone that sends you over the edge but you all but spit out your next response.

"Actually, Felix, I do know the difference and you are so not being helpful at all right now and in all honesty, you're pissing me the fuck off," you stare at your boyfriend, who is obviously taken aback by your outburst.

"How am I pissing you off?" he questions and you stand, letting out a humorless laugh. You turn and close your laptop before making your way over to your bed.

"You keep talking to me like I'm some kind of idiot. I'm not dumb, y'know? You always do this if you think you know more than me about a topic," you rant and he raises an eyebrow at you, still confused. You roll your eyes and slide under the blanket, turning your back to him.

"Whatever, Felix. Goodnight," you snap but it doesn't take long for you to feel the bed behind you dip from his weight.

"Don't go to sleep mad, angel," he reaches out to touch your shoulder but you shake his hand off. You turn to face him and regret fills your body at the face he is giving you. He looks like a guilty puppy and you let out a sigh. You lean over and press a quick kiss to his pouty lips before pulling back.

"I'm not mad. I'm just..." you pause, searching the ceiling for the right word, "Annoyed, frustrated, tired. I just want to go to sleep and we can talk in the morning. Sound good?" you try to reason and he nods but the sad puppy look is still plastered on his face.

Seungmin: Cruel

Seungmin loves you. So much. More than he has loved anyone else before. He knows it, you know it, his friends and family know it. However, sometimes he isn't as nice to you as he probably should be.

It isn't always what he is saying or his actions, as much as it's his tone. Today is one of Seungmin's more unkind days and you noticed it as soon as you woke up. He spent the night at your house last night so it was nice to see your boyfriend first thing in the morning.

He is always up before you and today was just like any other day. When you open your eyes, they're met with the chocolate ones of your adorable boyfriend. You hug him a little closer and he grumbles at you, his morning cranky still evident.

"Good morning," you whisper out, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw line. He mumbles back a quiet response and you try to pull him closer to you, wanting to savor the cuddle a bit more but Seungmin's body stiffens, pushing you away.

" 'S too hot," he groans and pushes you away completely, getting up from bed. You whine at him and he chuckles slightly, heading towards the bathroom. You get up and follow him, running your nails up his back.

"I love you," you speak out again, voice still raspy, before placing a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. You want so badly to wrap your arms around his waist and relish in his warmth for a little longer but you refrain.

Seungmin glances at you through the mirror and you stare back, waiting for him to mirror the same words back to you. He puts his toothbrush in his mouth and a frown finds its way onto your lips. He notices and pulls his toothbrush from him mouth.

"Love you too," he shortly replies and it stings a little. Not only did he not say 'I' but the response was robotic, rehearsed. It felt like it was what he was supposed to say more than an expression of his feelings. It seemed like he didn’t even want to admit he loved you in all honesty.

Later that same day, you find him on the couch and plop down next to him. He glances over at you then back to the T.V. again so you scoot closer. He has been neglecting you all day and you finally found the perfect opportunity to cuddle up with your boyfriend.

You silently hoped that a good cuddle would make up for him hurting your feelings earlier and would offer you some much needed reassurance. You wrap your arm around your boyfriend's arm and place your cheek on his shoulder. You immediately feel him shift away from you and your heart drops.

"Do you have to sit so close to me? I don't feel like being touched right now," his evident irritation is enough to make tears want to spring to your eyes. It makes you want to curl up into a ball and cry out of embarrassment and the rejection of your boyfriend.

"You're being mean," you mumble out as you push away from him and settle onto the other side of the couch, turning your attention to the T.V. instead.

"How am I being mean? Maybe you're just being too sensitive," he shrugs before standing from the couch and grabbing his glass from the coffee table.

"Seungmin," you warn but he doesn't listen, instead walking into the kitchen to refill his glass. Your eyes burn with the tears that are begging to spill so you stand and decide to go take a shower to cry by yourself.

"Where are you going?" Seungmin's voice rings behind you and you feel the first tear fall so you decide its best not to turn around.

"Shower," you mumble out and continue walking towards your bathroom. You can't help the sniffle you let out as more tears fall and you quickly step into the bathroom and turn the shower water on as more tears fall from your eyes.

I.N: Gets distant

"How is Innie doing?" Your best friend asks over the phone and you bite down on your lip. She knows when you're lying and will call you out on it so you opt for a more neutral answer.

"Busy. How is your boyfriend?" you quickly try to change the topic but she is much smarter than you're giving her credit for and doesn't let you switch the conversation.

"He's doing it again, isn't he?" she questions, her voice full of sympathy and you can't stop the sigh that leaves your lips. Too ashamed to admit out loud that your boyfriend has went distant on you again, you just nod.

"Babe, you can't keep letting him do this to you! You need to put your foot down," she insists over the phone, obviously frustrated with your boyfriend's antics. It may seem like you aren't frustrated to everyone else, but that couldn't be further from the truth

You hate when Jeongin decides to disappear and not talk to you for days on end. You hate when he comes back and acts like nothing happened. You hate how defensive he gets when you call him out on it. You hate it.

You open your mouth to reply when you hear your lock code being punched into your door. You sit up on the couch as soon as the door opens, revealing a very tired looking Jeongin.

"Hold on. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? We spoke him up," you look at your best friend through the screen and she shakes her head muttering a quick 'love you, make good decisions' then ending the call. You look over at your boyfriend and he walks towards the couch, immediately crawling in between your legs and placing his head on your chest.

His arms wrap around your waist and you let out a sigh, laying back on the couch so your boyfriend can lay on you. You reach up and run a hand through his hair, getting a whiff of his shampoo.

"I missed you," he mutters against your chest and squeezes you a little tighter. You let out a breathy chuckle.

"And whose fault is that?" you reply quietly, still working your fingers through the tangles in his hair. He stiffens a bit on top of you then turns his head to rest his chin on your chest. You lock eyes and feel like you could melt into him.

"I've been busy," he tries to excuse but barely a beat passes before you reply.

"You could've told me," this is usually how these conversations go. You would let him reply at this point but your best friend's words are ringing through your ears, 'you need to put your foot down'. So you take a deep breath and speak again before he gets the chance.

"It's been a week, Jeongin. I haven't gotten a text, a call, a visit, nothing. It has been seven days. You do know you're my boyfriend, right?" you ask and his eyes drop for a second before meeting yours again.

"I said I've been busy," he repeats himself and you shake your head, sitting up and forcing him to sit up as well.

"I said you could've told me. How hard would it be to take 30 seconds from your busy schedule to send me a text and tell me you're busy or you miss or you love me or...anything at all!" you finish the sentence, throwing your hands in the air.

"Why are you being so demanding? You know distance makes the heart grow fonder," he tries to defend himself once again and you scoff. You stand from the couch, moving to the chair to try to create space between the two of you.

"Don't try this bullshit with me, Yang Jeongin. If you don't want to be together anymore then let me know now. Don't disappear on me and claim you need space. We're adults. Act like it," you point an accusatory finger at him and he stands, now towering over your seated figure.

"Why are you trying to force me to break up with you? Do you not want to be together anymore?" he flips the question on you, anger in his voice. You open your mouth to answer but honestly, you don't even know the answer. So you tell him just that.

"Honestly, Innie, I don't even know anymore," you whisper out, looking down at your hands. You're picking at your fingers as silence falls on the room. Then before you know it, Jeongin's knees buckle and he's on his knees in front of you, his face in his hands and his body shaking with the violence of his sobs.

"I-I," he tries to speak but you stop him, dropping to your knees as well and pressing your forehead to his. You let your eyes fall closed as his tears soak your hands. Before you know it, tears are leaving your eyes as well.

"I don't want to break up," he whispers out and your eyes open to find his already trained on yours. You let silence fall between you two for a minute, just looking into each others eyes before you let out a sigh.

"I think you should leave," you finally speak up, breaking the silence.

[rachalixie]

slipped my mind

you and hyunjin are happily together. too bad you forgot to tell anyone that.

warnings: gender neutral reader x hyunjin, food mention, alcohol mention, friends to lovers

genre: fluff, (unintentional) secret relationship

word count: 1000+

it isn’t that you and hyunjin were trying to hide your relationship from your friends, it really wasn’t. it just, happened. like that.

let’s go back to the beginning shall we?

hyunjin has always been affectionate with you, ever since the first day you met. as soon as you were introduced he wrapped his long arms around you in a hug and he smelled so good and he was so tall and you knew then that you were gone for him. felix complained for months about how unfair it was that he immediately pressed up next to you but it took so long for hyunjin to accept felix’s cuddles.

you quickly became close friends, your personalities meshing together like peanut butter and jelly, just like your friends insisted they would when they introduced the two of you. he laughed at your jokes and you found him hilarious, he liked to give you hugs and you liked to receive them. you simply got each other, more than anyone else ever had. it was a match made in heaven, truly.

it took forever for him to make a move. the both of you were so dramatic but so shy that you danced around each other for months and months, hoping the other felt the same way but not willing to risk your friendship. it finally happened when he drove you home from a 3racha party and you invited him inside, which wasn’t uncommon; you were often each other’s ride home since you lived in the same building. this time though, he pressed you up against the door as soon as he shut it and all but attacked your lips with his own. he kissed you like he thought you would disappear, like you would turn to dust if he let go of you. he pulled back with his eyes wide a minute later, a ‘sorry’ about to fall from his lips, but you pulled him back in with just as much fervor and the rest was history.

things were almost too smooth after that. dates were easy since all you had to do was take an elevator two floors up to his place. there was no awkwardness between you since you both already knew each other so well. you didn’t have to introduce your boyfriend to your friends because they already knew him.

which, in retrospect, is where the problem probably began. you didn’t have to introduce hyunjin as your boyfriend, so you didn’t bother to tell anyone at all.

group hangouts were the same as they were before. hyunjin was all over you? no big deal, he always has been. the two of you agreed that kissing in public wasn’t really your thing, so any amount of PDA you displayed was seen as friendly and normal for you. your cat likes hyunjin more than she likes you? that little rascal always has. the two of you go home together? well yeah, you live in the same building. no one was there to see you both stumble into the same apartment at the end of the night and fall into the same bed together.

it all came to a climax when minho and felix try to meddle into your love lives. all in good nature, they later claimed, as if you would believe those gremlins. you’re sitting in your pajamas eating cookie dough ice cream and watching love island when minho showed up at your apartment with a grin one night, telling you to cancel any plans you had and to get dressed.

“wear something nice,” he said, already flicking through your closet and throwing articles of clothing onto your bed. “you’re going on a date.”

“i’m going on a what?” you stood there in the doorway of your room, mouth gaping.

“a date,” he said slowly, as if talking to a toddler. “you know, the things that people who aren’t you go on to meet other people and then get laid-“

“whoa whoa, slow down,” you cut him off, frowning. “i go on dates. i have a boyfriend! it’s-”

“yeah, sure.” he deadpanned, finished outfit held out in front of him. “put this on. you’re going to get drinks so put on that dark red lipstick you have too.” he pushed you into your bathroom with the clothes and shut the door behind you, leaving you standing there in utter shock. was minho setting you up on a blind date? why would he do this when you have a boyfriend? he knows this. he knows this right? your phone chimed several times from your back pocket, bringing you out of your internal panic.

felix just stormed into my place and told me to get ready for a date?????

im hiding in my closet

send help?

hyunjin’s texts read, surprisingly not broken up into fragmented sentences like he usually does when he’s freaking out.

minho just did the same thing to me, you type back, hands shaking slightly. what was happening?

are you also going to get drinks?, he asked a minute later, making the wheels turn in your head.

yeah

wait

are they setting us up on a blind date with each other???, your breathing is picking up, the confusing pieces starting to fit together.

why would they set us up on a date if we’re already dating

wait

babe

did we forget.

to tell our friends that we’re dating.

as soon as hyunjin’s words registered, the final piece slotted in to make a jangled up complete puzzle. you forgo texting back to hit the call button, putting your phone on speaker and throwing the clothes minho gave you onto the floor.

“help?” hyunjin almost screeched into the phone as a greeting.

“i can’t help you! i need to help myself!” you answer back just as frantically, gesturing with your hands uselessly.

“how did they not know? how did we not tell them? it’s been months!” hyunjin wailed, and you resisted the urge to scream in frustration. “we celebrated our anniversary last month!”

“hyune, we celebrated our friend-anniversaries before we started dating, oh my god, we didn’t tell our friends we were dating, we’re so screwed.”

“we’re in a secret relationship. we’re in a secret relationship. we’re living the plot of a rom-com. how is this happening-“

suddenly your bathroom door swings open, making you scream, and you hear felix’s deep voice through your phone on the counter as him and minho both gasped.

“you’re what?”

—

sequel

masterlist

[bbyquokka]

desires

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: chan has been consumed with his work, neglecting yours and his feelings and desires.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, penetration, oral, blow job, pet names (baby girl, baby, doll), fingering, slight breeding kink, domination, dirty talk, explicate language, idol AU, descriptions of hatred towards reader due to them being with idol chan.

words: 5.2k

a/n: uh yeah. this is just some bang chan smut! i didnt expect it to be that many words but, oh well 🤷

reblogs, likes and feedback is always welcome. thank you all for the love and support 🥰 if i missed anything in the warning, lmk. ty and enjoy!

♡ m.list

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

tonight was going to be a good night, you could feel it in your bones. Your favourite happy-go-lucky tune was playing through your apartment. The smell of food, specifically steak and roast vegetables, was filling up the apartment as well as filling up yours and possibly your neighbors senses

Currenly dressed in comfy, casual wear with a apron and hair scrapped back, you moved your body to the beat, humming and singing along to the tune. you leaned over the counter, using a clean index finger to scroll through the digital recipe, briefly reading it before adding some seasoning to a pan of sauce you was currently making to accommodate the meat.

Grabbing a small teaspoon, you dipped it in the pan, collecting some sauce before blowing it a few times. You placed the spoon in your mouth, tasting the sauce. Satisfied that it was perfect, you turned the heat off. Grabbing a knife and cutting board, you sliced the steak up before placing it on a serving plate. You took the vegetables and plated them in a separate dish along with the sauce, which resided in a serving jug.

You smiled to yourself, pleased with the outcome of the food before looking at the digital clock. 18:30. Your eyes widen as you took off the apron, hanging it up before dashing to the bedroom.

Grabbing clean and sexy underwear, you took a speedy shower, stepping out once done and wrapping a towel around your body and hair. You applied make up and deodorant, drying your hair and styling it.

drying the rest of your body, you put on your underwear before dashing to your closet. Opening the doors, you stared at the array of clothing that hung. You shuffled through them, groaning and becoming inpatient when you couldnt decide. Seeing that the time had gone relatively fast, you settled for a comfy, open back dress. It had enough room for you to move about in whilst still showing enough skin that would have your better half drooling.

Decorating your neck and wrists with jewellery and perfume, you settled for no shoes considering you wasnt planning on going out at any point tonight. Dashing to the dining area, you decorated it with fake roses, placing red candles in a candle holder before placing it in the centre and lighting them.

You placed two plates and cutlery where you and Chan would sit alongside with a bottle of wine and wine glasses. Grabbing the food, you placed them on the table with serving spoons and a fork. You dimmed the lights in your apartment and changed the music to a classical piece, set to low. soothing down your dress, you took a step back and smiled, pleased with your handy work. Now all that was left was to wait.

And waiting you did.

When the clock hit midnight, you was sat on the sofa, feet up with a glass of wine in your hand. Your make up and hair was long forgotten along with the now stone cold food. mascara trails and tear stained cheeks was evidence that you have been crying. Bringing the glass to your lips, you downed the remaining liquid. You felt like all your efforts have gone to waste.

As you placed the glass on the coffee table, your lover barged through the front door. Your head spun around in shock at the sudden movement, heart racing slightly but calming down once you saw who it was. It was your beloved, Chan.

He took his shoes off and rushed to you. One brief look around and his face contorted into a sorrowful and painful expression.

"I am so terrible sorry, (Y/N) I lost track of time. One minute it was 5 and the next it was 12:30." You shake your head before standing up, a sad smile plastered on your facial features.

"Its fine chan. i know what you're like when it comes to work." you let out a pitiful laugh. Chan pressed his lips together in a thin line.

"i know but still. im sorry.." You shake your head again, shrugging your shoulders before walking to the deserted dining table. You began to clear up the forgotten food, tears blurring your vision. Chan watched you, guilt filling up his entire being.

Chan walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, your back flush against his chest. You allowed yourself to be embraced by the warmth, his warmth that you had grown so accustomed too. You sniffed, tears falling down your cheeks for the second time that night.

"i just want to matter to you." you whispered. This caused chan to spin you around so you was facing him. His big hands cupped your delicate face, his beautiful eyes bore into your own.

"Dont you dare say that again. You do matter to me!" His tone was firm but soft. you shook your head out of his gentle grip, looking down at your bare feet

"But i dont. I knew i was always going to be second best, with work and STAY always being number 1 to you. I knew that the moment i said yes to being your girlfriend." You wiped away your tears before looking back at him. "but sometimes, im selfish. sometimes, i want you to myself. sometimes, i get jealous. sometimes, chan, i dont want to be second best."

chan swallowed, his own eyes filling up. guilt evident on his face and body language. "I know, i know. ive been a god awful boyfriend to you."

"You've been the best boyfriend i could ever have Chan. but, i dont know how long i can do this, how much longer i have to feel like this.." You resumed your gaze back to your feet, heart pounding. Chan swallowed audibly.

"What are you trying to say, (Y/N)?" he asked cautiously, almost knowing the answer but hoping it wasnt what he thinks it is. You shrugged, running a hand through your hair.

"I dont know Chan. i really dont know." you're confused. on one hand, you want chan. you love him with your entire being. if chan wanted a piece of the moon, youd hijack a rocket and fly to the moon just for him. but on the other hand, you was tired. tired of feeling second best, jealous, vulnerable.

both you and Chan sacrificed everything for the relationship. You was originally skz make up artist, you being assigned to chan. you was both shy around each other, conversations didnt flow very well between you both, until you noticed him playing Pokemon GO whilst you was doing his make up.

The whole duration of the night was filled with endless and pointless conversations, the night ending with you both exchanging contact details. Once chan had hold of your details, he was quick to message you first. Your conversations ranged from chan telling you about his day to wanting a second opinion on certain works of his.

once he got more confident, he was soon sending you selfies, sometimes videos. You secretly saved all his photos, keeping them in a private folder so no one knew that you was crushing hard on Bang Chan. Its well known that idols cannot date because companies dont want it to interfere with their schedules, so you was shocked when Chan popped the question of "you put the cool in Tentacool. will you be mine?" You laughed at his cheesy pick up line before saying yes.

You kept it a secret for a month or two, with only the members knowing and the company. Chan insisted that he told his member's and the company because it was respectful and the right thing to do. The company wasnt too pleased about it, but they accept it none the less, agreeing to keep it on the downlow and promising to take action if anything got out.

The members were best pleased for their leader to have found the one. Felix welcoming you to the friend circle, hugging you and offering you a cookie. Some members, Lee know and Han especially, would tease Chan, making his ears turn red. You felt like you belonged with everyone and was glad that they also agreed not to say anything.

The day the public found out felt like a hurricane had came by and swooped you off your feet, leaving a trail of destruction behind. Paparazzi photoed you and Chan together in a fast food restaurant. Nothing out off the ordinary, just two 'friends' having a lunch date, until they snapped a shot of you and chan kissing each other.

The photo got released, causing a storm and conflicts to erupt. The company tried their best to calm the situation down, removing the released photos. Sure, the photos were down, but the damage was already done.

Flood of hate came your way. People claiming they dont know why Chan is with you, what he sees in you. You was called horrible names, told to do the unexplainable. You kept it a secret from chan, knowing that he was also getting some hate, but not as much as you was.

It wasnt until your phone was constantly pinging that chan picked it up and read the first comment. His blood boiling, facial expression changing to anger and disappointment. You tired to defuse the situation, saying that it was just a handful of people, that the majority of STAYS are supportive of the relationship, that they have sent you words of encouragement, stuck up for you.

This calmed chan down a little, but not enough for him to go onto bubble and remove his statues and profile picture, causing STAYS to panic. When Chans room came around, he had a serious discussion about what has been happening and that he wishes for it to stop and that they need to understand that you two are together for life, to be respectful of his decisions.

The hate stopped after that and life had become peaceful, up until this point.

"I love you so much chan. i love you so much it hurts. But how much longer is this going to last for? i dont see you at all anymore, you dont text me or call. We dont eat together anymore. We dont do half the things we use to and it sucks chan, it fucking sucks!"

Chan nodded, listening to your every word carefully. you know chan would take your words on board. He's good at stuff like that but you also know he's the type to doubt himself and blame himself for everything. You sighed, wiping your eyes.

"I have to clean up." you turned your back to Chan, picking up the plates and scrapping away the food. Putting them in the sink, you filled it up with soapy hot water. You felt Chans eyes watching you before he moved behind you.

His long, delicate fingers ran up and down your back, goose bumps raising on your soft skin from his touch. You continued to wash the dishes as Chan pressed his lips against your neck, kissing softly.

"You look beautiful. I'm truly sorry for this. i promise i will be a better boyfriend to you." he murmured against your skin, his breath hitting it causing shivers to run down your spine.

"Chan, you dont need to be a better boyfriend, you already are!" You wiped your wet hands on your dress, turning around and looking at chan. You cupped his face gently. "the reason i said all this is because i want you to realise whats been going on. i feel distant from you chan. i miss you, in more ways than one."

"what do you mean?" chans hands were now situated on your hips, occasionally squeezing the flesh.

"Well, when was the last time we had sex? and im not talking about a quickie. i mean, actual love making, passionate sex." your face flush with a pink tint. chans brain lagged, unable to form a sentence causing you to laugh softly.

"I have needs too, y'know." you whispered before lifting yourself up on your tiptoes to meet his height the best you could. you planted a soft and gentle kiss on his lips before pulling away and returning back to your originally height.

Chan cupped under your butt, lifting you up and sitting you on the counter top. He stood between your legs, your eyes now level with each other. His hands moved up your legs slowly until he got to your thighs, squeezing them.

"How about i make it up to you then, baby?" his tone was low, lips grazing your own. Your eyes were closed, fingers interlocked behind his neck, keeping him close to you.

"Please." you whispered before your lips met with one another. the kiss was slow and gentle, your lips moving together in perfect synchronization. The kiss soon became passionate as you gently bit on chans lower lip, causing a growl to erupt from the back of his throat. You shivered, whimpering as you wrapped your legs around chans waist.

Chans fingers grazed your inner thighs, getting close to your clothed pussy. your skin was on fire, arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach, your mind was slowly becoming foggy. parting your lips slightly, chan took the opportunity to meet his tongue with your own.

You whimpered, heart hammering against your chest as your tongues collided with each other, saliva mixing together. Chan was the first to pull away, panting. Your face was flush, lips swollen. You was hot, aroused and needy. Your underwear was feeling sticky with your wetness.

"Chan" you breathed out, his own breathing laboured , his eyes glossy. In one swift motion, he picked you up in his strong arms, walking to your shared bedroom. He gently placed you down before leaning over you and locking his lips with yours once again.

You pulled at the bottom of his top, indicating you wanted it off. Chan chuckled, pulling away from your lips before taking off his t-shirt. You watched in awe, eyes trailing up and down his toned physique. You felt your pussy throbbing, struggling to tear your eyes away from him. Your eyes trailed downwards to his crotch area, biting your lip as an obvious tent had formed in his sweatpants.

Chan was watching your every move, loving the power he had over you in this very moment. All he had done was kiss you and took off his t-shirt, yet here you are, practically begging for his cock. Your eyes said it all as you ogled as his boner, licking your lips occasionally. You wanted it. You needed it. Chan had trained you well.

With a low chuckle, chan cupped your chin, his thumb brushing over your lips. His lips formed in a smirk when you willingly opened your mouth allowing chan to slip his thumb in.

You wrapped your lips around his thumb, your tongue swirling around it as you sucked. You looked chan in the eyes as you did it, holding onto his wrist. you looked so innocent, so cute and chan liked it. He liked being able to strip away your innocence, filling your mind with nothing but him.

"such a sweet, little girl." he whispered before pulling his thumb out off your mouth, causing you to whimper. "dont worry princess, i know what you want. you want my cock, dont you?"

you nodded frantically, reaching out for it. before you came close to touching, chan took a step back and tutted. "Patience, my girl."

"I have been patient! for weeks channie" you whined as chan chuckled before sitting at the chair that was at your dressing table. He spread his legs, palming at his clothed boner. You watched, whimpering. Your underwear was now uncomfortable wet and sticky. Your clit was aching and throbbing, pussy clenching around nothing.

You was going insane, watching your boyfriend palm himself. It wasn't fair, when was it going to be your turn to touch him??

"Strip." His tone of voice made you shiver, body going into autopilot as you stood up off the bed. You began to take your dress off when chan tutted.

"Not there. Here." He pointed between his legs. Your legs carried you to the designated spot. Chan nodded, signalling you to do as he instructed. you lifted your dress up and over your head, throwing it across the room.

Chan licked his lips, eyes situated on your plump breasts. They're round and cute looking. Nipples perky. You hooked your thumb under the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your legs slowly. Chan growled as you stepped out, completely naked in front of him.

You felt shy, vulnerable, thats the power that this man held over you. Still palming his length, with his free hand, he reached out and cupped your breast, squeezing it before he would squeeze your nipple.

He pulled you closer to him by your waist, his mouth level with your breasts. He kissed and sucked on the delicate skin, marks forming in his wake. You moaned and whimpered, your fingers buried in his hair. His tongue darting out, flicking and licking your nipple before sucking on it. He blew air on you wet nipple, the coldness making you whimper and shiver, goose bumps rising on the surface of your skin as your nipple got harder — if that was even possible at this point.

You was soaked. you could feel the wetness against your inner thighs, coating your skin in your juices. You need to touch yourself, but you dare to in case chan denied you of touching him. Chan had many moods when it came to sex. He could range from being slow and passionate, to rough and sensual. You love sex with chan because no matter the mood, he always made you feel number one and special.

What was his mood tonight? Tonight, he wanted to be rough, to be in control. He wanted to clear your mind and plant his seed deep within you. He wanted to get drunk off your delicious pussy. He wanted to fill your senses with him and only him.

"Kneel." You nodded, slowly lowering yourself on your knees whilst chan took his sweatpants and underwear off. You watched his cock spring free from their constraints, your mouth practically watering at the sight. You was hungry.

You wet your lips, shuffling closer to his crotch. Chan watched you, raising his brow. You looked up at him for permission to touch.

"Go ahead, baby girl. You can touch." You mewled at the pet name, grabbing the base of his cock in your hands. Chan admired how tiny your hands looked, fingers barely wrapped around his length. He felt hot against the palm of your hand. You felt dizzy from his warmth, from the possibilities that are displayed in front of you. You've wanted this for so long.

You licked a long strip from base to tip, chan grunting when your tongue came into contact with his warm skin. You stroked the base, rotating your wrist as you licked his tip, salty pre-cum collecting on your tongue. You hummed at the taste as your hand quickened, kitten licking his tip, planting soft kisses on the side.

"Dont tease me, doll." Chan grunted. You looked in his lust filled eyes before wrapping your lips around his cock. The warmth and wetness of your mouth caused Chan to groan out and grab a fistful of your hair, gently.

you bobbed your head up and down, taking as much of his as you could. The warmth of your mouth was suffocating chans cock, making him feel dizzy and moan out. He pulled your hair gently as you closed your eyes, hand stroking whatever your mouth failed to get.

Your mouth was filled with cock, saliva threatening to spill out from for the corners of your mouth. All you could taste was salt. all you could feel was his cock, throbbing, his hands pulling your hair. The sounds of his glorious moans filled your ears, making you wetter and drip down your inner thighs.

You took his cock out off your mouth, swallowing your saliva before licking and sucking him again. This time, his tip was hitting the back of your throat, threatening your gag reflex to active. "A-Ah shit." was all you heard. Your wrist was starting to hurt, jaw becoming achy and knees getting sore from being knelt on the ground for too long.

You didnt care though. The thought of you turning Chan into a groaning mess just from your mouth, was a powerful feeling to you and you thrived off it. With chans tip at the back off your throat, you halted your movements before swallowing a few times. Chan roughly pulled your hair causing you to realise his cock with a loud 'POP'.

A string of saliva connected you to his cock. You lips plumb, throat and jaw feeling tender. You opened your eyes, about to protest when your eyes widened at the sight, causing you to mewl and giggle.

Chan was panting, sitting slack in the seat. His cheeks were red, thin layer of sweat started to show on his skin. You rested your head on his thigh, lazily stroking his throbbing cock.

"You look so cute, master." you giggled, emphasizing the word 'master' whilst using a finger to smear saliva and pre-cum around his tip.

"Stop that. i'll end up cumming" his words fell on deaf ears as you continued. Chan grabbed your wrist and pulled you up onto your feet. "i said, stop that. dont be a little brat, not when you're so close to what you really want, baby girl."

You swallowed and whimpered softly. Chans eyes trailed up and down your body, noticing how your thighs were clenched and rubbing together. He smirked and tapped your thigh.

"open." You shook your head no, feeling embarrassed with how wet you was. you could feel it, it was all over you. you so desperately needed touch, relief. it felt painful, but good.

"baby girl, i said open. dont make me repeat myself for the third time. im feeling nice tonight, but all that could change." he growled. You instantly parted your legs, your wetness glistened in the light. Chan licked his lips, cupping your pussy. You bucked your hips in his hand.

You held onto his shoulders as his long fingers ran up and down your slit, coating his fingers in your arousal. He smirked before bringing his wet fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, humming at the taste. You silently cursed him for making something like that, look so hot.

"You taste amazing, baby." Using his index finger, he rubbed circles on your throbbing clit. The contact and relief causing you to let out a loud moan. Your nails digging into his shoulder blades as he moved from your clit, to your entrance, circling it painfully slow.

"Please.." You shakily breathed out.

"Please what, princess? tell me what you want. tell me what you desire." Your chest was rising up and down, your eyes hooded, pink tint covered your round cheeks.

"Please touch me, fuck me. i dont care what, just do something! im so wet and horny for you Channie, that it hurts. I need you so fucking bad!"

"Good girl." Chan growled as he slipped two fingers inside you with ease due to how wet you are. Your knees bucked under you, legs shaking as he scissor out his fingers, preparing you of whats to come. He moved his fingers from slow to fast, repeating the tempo. His fingers curling up inside you in search for the delicious sweet spot.

When he found it, your legs gave up, causing chan to hold up you by your waist in his arms as he continued to finger you. Cries, moans and whimpers filled the bedroom, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt the knot forming. Chan felt this due to your walls squeezing his fingers tightly. He smirked as he pulled out his fingers. You opened your eyes and whined loudly.

"why?!" you felt like crying with frustration. Chan stood up off the chair and guided you to the bed.

"because, im going to give you something thats ten times better than just my fingers." you mewled, crawling onto the bed and resting on your back, head on your pillow.

you opened your legs and bent them at the knees, looking over at chan as your own hand guided itself down your stomach to your pussy. You rubbed your clit before using two fingers to open your entrance wide to Chan, causing him to bit his lip hard, all rationality he had left being thrown out the window.

"come channie. fuck me and plant your seed deep inside me." you mewled and giggled, innocently.

The bed dipped at your feet from chans weight. He situated himself between your legs, holding on the base of his cock. "you really know how to rile me up. You're such a naughty slut."

"only for you, chan." He teased your entrance by rubbing his tip up and down your pussy, coating it in your arousal. He paused at your entrance, looking at you.

"ready baby?" you nodded, giving him the signal to go. He pushed his tip inside you, the stretch felt glorious to you. You body was tingling from head to toe, toes curling as he bottomed out in you. He held onto your waist before moving at a steady pace, making sure that you was accustomed to his size.

Once he heard a string of moans escaping from your mouth did he feel confident enough to pick up the pace. His hips snapping against yours as his movements quickened. The sounds of skin slapping together and the squelching from your arousal was mixed up with moans and groans coming from you both.

Chan repositioned his hips with each thrusts, aiming for the favourite spot. When he hit it, your back arched a little off the bed, loud moans erupting from your tiny physic.

"chan! chan, there, right there!"

"Where?" He stopped his movements "Here?" before snapping them against you, hitting that spot causing you to nod frantically and groan.

"dont stop, whatever you do, please dont stop!" You grabbed onto his wrists, squeezing tightly. The faster Chan went, the more he thrusted into you, the closer he felt to being drunk on your pussy

Youre so warm, so wet for him and he loved it. he loves how his cock feels like it suffocating inside you. How your walls clench around him. He loves watching you squirm underneath him, your inability to form sentences slowly fading before his very eyes. How your skin would shine due to a layer of sweat, hair sticking to your forehead.

Your cheeks red and chest raising rapidly. How your breasts would bounce due to the force of his thrusts. He just knew for sure that your mouth was dry, throat sore with the open mouth panting you was continuously doing. He'd take a picture if he wasnt so focused on chasing his — and helping you chase your high.

Chan held onto your thighs, widening your legs more allowing him to see more of his cock being swallowed by your pussy. He licked his lips, gaze fixated on it. His thrusts become powerful, causing you to shake. It was so much. So much pleasure in such short amounts of time. But it felt good, it felt so damn good to know that the man you love, is addicted to you.

Chan let go off your legs, allowing them to fall to his side as he lent over you, elbows either side of your hair. Your head was turned to the side.

"Look at me, princess." His tone was soft and filled with love. You looked at him, noticing how sweaty he was, his own hair sticking to his forehead. His body was hot, so hot it was suffocating. "You ok? need me to slow down, take it easy or?"

You shook your head no. "No. keep going. Its so good chan. You're so good, oh god!" Your eyes filling with tears of pleasure, your body was overwhelmed with pleasure. You felt like you was going to burst. Chan kissed you and you responded by kissing him sloppily, panting in-between.

"You feel so fucking good around my cock, baby girl. You're so warm, so wet. It's suffocating but im so addicted to you. i love how i've made you like this, how I've trained your body to respond so well to my touch." He growled against your lips, causing you to whimper

"You're all mine, baby girl and dont you ever forget it!" You nodded, your hand traveling down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. The knot from before was back and it was getting tighter and tighter. Chan felt this due to your walls squeezing down on him causing him to groan loudly.

"Close baby?"

"yes, can i cum? please say im allowed to cum. ive been a good slut for you" You begged, tears pooling and falling from the corners of your eyes. Chan wiped them away and nodded.

"You have been a good slut for me, so of course you can cum baby girl. Let go for me, cum around my cock." With a final rub, the knot snapped. Your back arched off the bed, head thrown back as you clamped around Chan's cock. you moaned chans name so loud, the neighbours heard you.

your legs shook, toes curled as you rubbed lazy circles, riding out your high. chans name falling past your lips in the form of chants as he stroked your hair, soothing you.

once you was calm, chan lifted himself up grabbed your thighs, opening them again. He continued to thrust into you with power.

"W-wait chan! sensitive, im so sensitive." you whimpered, body feeling like it was on fire.

"I know. I know baby and im sorry, but please endure it. im so close." Beads of sweat ran down the side of chans face as his eyebrows furrowed together. his grip became tighter and tighter on your thighs, leaving bruises behind. His movements sloppy.

"Baby, im going to cum." Chan whimpered.

"Inside, plant your seed deep inside me chan. Breed me." Chan groaned, movements coming to a stand still as he came deep inside you, coating your walls white.

he thrusted shallowly, riding out his high whilst also making sure that every drop of his cum stayed inside you. You hummed and whimpered as he pulled out of you slowly, before collapsing next to you.

You turned your head to the side, giggling and moving a piece of his hair away from his eyes. He placed his hand on top of yours, kissing your palm softly.

"Im sorry again, for making you feel the way you felt earlier." You shake your head.

"stop apologising. work is work and with your line of work, i expect you to be busy, id be worried if you wasn't to be honest. you just have to remember, that your life cannot be consumed by work." you explained softly.

"Oh, and you also have to learn to take care of yourself! dont think i dont know about you skipping meals and what not. Felix tells me everything, y'know." chan looked away sheepishly before agreeing.

"I love you chan."

"I love you too, (Y/N) dont you ever forget that!"

[jisungsdaydreamer]

Love Playlist #1: HOME (Han)

«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME» 

"For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes."

Pairing: Han x Fem!reader Genre: college au, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, fluff, mutual pining Warnings: mild swearing Word Count: 7k

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You have three strict rules that you must follow. One, no going out after eleven. Two, never leave the house without your cell phone. And three, never, ever, fall in love with Han Jisung.

Unfortunately, you’ve broken that third rule already. In fact, you’re still breaking it, charring it to a crisp, and throwing it out like the trash you both begrudgingly take turns with. But how can you not? Because when it comes to your doe-eyed best friend who is serenely sitting in front of you, the whole rulebook is torn up. 

Jisung quietly flips through his growing stack of manga, blissfully unaware of the way your heart accelerates whenever he reads a particularly entertaining segment and his eyes light up in amusement.You should remind him to stay on track, but you can’t bear to stop him because of how cute he looks, his legs unconsciously swinging under the table and his fifth banana lollipop of the day shoved into his mouth. 

You’re both sitting together in the library at your special table beside the big window, the place that is always secluded no matter what, as if some higher power knows to keep it aside for you and Jisung for whenever you desire. Both of you are supposed to be studying for your finals, the objectively worst part of the entire year. You’re both seniors, so the slew of exams coming up should be a piece of cake for you, except both of you have grad school next year— you’ll be starting on your PhD, while Jisung, a computer engineering major, will be working towards a master’s degree— so you still have to worry about all of your final grades.

“I hate this.” Jisung looks up from the book in his hands, closing it shut. “I wish I didn’t have to do this.”

“It’s almost over. Then we’ll finally graduate and get to enjoy our summer,” you reply. “And then our lives begin.”

And the elation building in your chest is real, because although you have a tough couple of days ahead of you, the end of this year will be a testament to everything you have accomplished. You have your summer mapped out already; you’re going to be completing groundbreaking cancer research at an esteemed biologist’s lab, days filled with productivity along with exciting nights exploring adulthood and freedom with your friends. Even though you’ll still have school, you’ll only have to be doing what you’re passionate about, leaving behind the mandatory literature and calculus courses that brought you so many tears over the duration of college. 

“Not for me.” Jisung sighs, leaning back in his chair and staring aimlessly at the ceiling. “It’ll never end.”

Lately, Jisung has become increasingly stressed about graduation. He doesn’t come from a wealthy background, with his mother being a grocery store cashier and his father out of the picture. You’re aware he’s under immense pressure to do well in school and then get a good job that will take care of both him and his mother, when she’s unable to provide for herself. Worst of all, Jisung had to ditch his dream of becoming a musician and instead focus on something more practical, which ended up being a profession in computers. Of course, like anything else he puts his effort into, Jisung excels in computer engineering, and he’s come to terms with giving up his passion, but you know it doesn’t hurt any less.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask softly, reaching for his hand. He accepts it, but he turns his head to gaze at the street beyond the window.

“It’s okay.”

You don’t press any further, because you know that it will just break him down, and neither of you can afford that right now at such a crucial time. Instead, you resolve to brighten his mood, like he does with you anytime you’re down. “Let’s just hope we don’t get food poisoning tomorrow.”

Your attempt works, because Jisung meets your eyes, a smile permeating his solemn expression and before widening into a full grin, at the memory of the time you both first met. Remembrance comes like the summer breeze you look so forward to, washing over you both like a tidal wave. And just like that, it’s freshman year and you’re standing at the bus stop near your old dormitory building. 

You anxiously devoured the notebook pages in your hands, alternating between cramming the tiny text and scanning the road for the bus that was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Your stomach ached from the food poisoning you contracted earlier that morning, an unwelcome byproduct of the dubious cauliflower and tuna tacos served at the dining hall the night before.

This was horrible timing too, especially because you had your first test of the academic year that day. When you should have been bent over your statistics notes, you were cooped up in the bathroom for the previous few hours, clutching the toilet bowl as you watched the clock above you tick menacingly. 

You bounced on your toes anxiously, before a strange, squeaking sound met your ears. You whirled around to see a boy approaching you while struggling to pull a large, bulging suitcase along with him. He finally succeeded, collapsing onto the bus stop bench while coughing and wheezing up a storm that rivaled the ominous clouds in the sky. You reached into the side pocket of your backpack, pulling out your unopened plastic water bottle and handing it over to him.

He looked at your offering hand in surprise, before gratefully accepting. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes while he gulped down the cool water. You watched him finish the entire bottle with a dizzying speed and then recycle it in the bin next to the bus stop. The boy was lanky, sporting an oversized Pokémon t-shirt and battered sneakers, and overdue for a haircut, the locks flopping over his sweaty forehead.

“Thank you so much.” He said.

“Of course. What’s in the suitcase?” 

The boy fondly ran a hand over the worn-out seams of the object of your curiosity. “I promised my roommate that I would give him all of my old books for his class project. I have no idea why he wants them, but then again, art students are weird.”

He looked up at you not even a second later, alarm in his eyes. “Unless you’re an art student! In that case, I didn’t mean what I said.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “No, I’m a biology major. And yes, I agree.”

He beamed. “I’m Han Jisung. First year, computer engineering. Anime and cheesecake lover. Spicy food hater.”

“Y/N. I’m a freshman, too, and I also love anime and cheesecake. Chocolate cheesecake, to be specific. And I can’t stand spicy food.”

“Chocolate supremacy!” Jisung gasped, clamping a palm over his mouth. “This is meant to be.”

You let out a hearty laugh at his theatrics. “Exactly.”

At that moment, the bus finally arrived, rolling to a stop next to you both. You helped Jisung push his suitcase full of storybooks up the steps of the bus and into the aisle. You sat on one of the seats in the back, and Jisung followed suit, plopping down right next to you. As he did, you noticed him wince, clutching his stomach. Concern bloomed in you for this precious stranger that you just met. 

“Are you okay?”

He clutches his stomach once more, smiling embarrassedly. “I got food poisoning. I should have known better than to trust the dining hall food.”

You pause, as the ironic delight of the situation sets in, allowing the pain to fade away and leaving you to wonder about the odds of meeting Jisung. “No way! Me too!”

Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise. “That’s destiny. Mutual food poisoning. Now we definitely have to be friends.”

Later, after you had exchanged numbers and plenty of laughs, parting ways at your respective bus stops, you would meet again at the university hospital. Both of you had contracted a salmonella infection.

Unbeknownst to you and Jisung, that delayed bus and salmonella would determine the trajectory of the rest of your lives. Over time, you both emerged from the shackles of a hesitant acquaintance to the kind of bond that never breaks, even with time, distance, or the grievances of being young. You witnessed each other grow up, fall in love and out of love, and get drunk on piña coladas at the bar next to the college gym you both pretended to go to regularly. 

Somewhere along the way, after Loser Boyfriend Number Three, as Jisung tried to cheer you up with his horrible jokes and the burned brownies that he nuked in the residence hall kitchen microwave, you realized that you were wasting your time on people who weren’t worth it. Because the only person who was worth it was the one who had been by your side all the time. Jisung. 

Betrayed by your treacherous heart, you began to see Jisung— your person, your study buddy, your fake fiancé when you both were trying to score free dessert with a restaurant proposal— as more than just a friend. In fear of your feelings potentially ruining your friendship, something more dear to you than any form of romance, as you so believed they would, you swore to never speak to Jisung of it. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore about the worst. You fell in love with your best friend. 

“What did the farmer say after he lost his tractor?”

“I have no idea, Jisung.”

“‘Hey, where’s my tractor?’ Get it?” Jisung bursts out laughing, slapping his thigh. He doubles over, his whole body shaking with laughter at the unimpressed look on your face, which makes everything funnier for him.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” You exclaim, trying to push him. Jisung just keeps giggling, dodging you masterfully.

You both have given up on your library study session, resolving to take a break at your favorite coffee shop and meet up with the rest of your friends in your circle. The setting sun has streaked the blue sky with its golden rays and puffy pink clouds, enveloping the entire campus in a hazy glow. It’s a pleasant May evening, with the scent of your college’s famed peonies along with the excitement of Spring lingering in the air. The street lights that line the sidewalk are already turned on, but not many people are outside enjoying the weather, except for a few students playing a game of Frisbee on the athletic field. Everyone else is locked away in their rooms or the library, grinding for their upcoming exams.

“Well, I have a better one anyway.” Jisung states, clearing his throat dramatically. 

You roll your eyes as you near your destination, an unassuming red-brick building tucked away in a larger complex of stores. Purple morningstar blossoms border the door of the small shop in clumps of dainty vines, no doubt the namesake of Morningstar Coffee House. Fairy lights are strung around the glass block windows, which offer a glimpse of the inviting warmth inside. 

“Let’s hear it.”

Jisung jogs ahead of you and opens the door for you, gallantly gesturing for you to go first. “What did Y/N say to Jisung when they went to the coffee shop together?”

The comforting smell of pastries and dark roast coffee engulfs you as you step into Morningstar. The strung lanterns and groovy jazz music playing in the background welcome you like a hug from a long-distance friend. You can’t believe it’s been so long since you’ve gone anywhere other than the library, the lecture halls, or the tiny apartment you and Jisung share. 

“I don’t know.” You humor Jisung, still playing along and waiting for his ridiculous punchline.

He smirks at you. “I love you a latte!”

You feign disgust, but secretly, you are elated because of how genuinely touching his words are to you. Jisung hugs you like a baby panda, trying to get you to applaud him for his clever joke, as Jisung is naturally a very physically affectionate person, always wanting to snuggle up to the people around him. But your heart can’t help but jump a little every time you feel his arms snug around you. 

“Well, I love you a latte more, Hannie,” you respond nonchalantly, but you mean it. You do love Jisung for everything that he is, even the cringeworthy SoundCloud rapper phase that dominated his sophomore year. 

“You guys are weird,” your friend Seungmin says from behind the counter, where he’s busy working as the barista, while his co-worker, Soobin, a timid Psychology student, clumsily handles orders at the cash register. Seungmin’s parents own Morningstar, and he plans to take over it next year. 

Jisung sticks his tongue out at Seungmin in defiance, before linking arms with you and dragging you to the back, where the rest of your friends are seated. There is Chan, or more famously known as Chris among his many admirers across his campus, clad in his signature black jacket. Besides him, the turquoise-haired baby of your group, Jeongin, and then Hyunjin, who as usual, is lost in his sketchbook. 

“Hey guys. What are you up to?” You slide in next to Hyunjin, trying to peek at what he’s drawing. You catch a glimpse of a very pretty girl you vaguely recognize from around campus, before he protectively snaps his journal closed, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Eyes on your coffee, Y/N,” Hyunjin says, handing you the mug that they ordered for you ahead of time. Magically, it’s still hot.

You accept the coffee and drink it, letting the rich liquid warm your insides as you swallow it gratefully. “Alright, alright.”

Jisung tries to steal a bite of Jeongin’s apple danish, earning him a swat on his wandering palms. Chan looks over at you with a grin. “We’re just listening to Jeongin rant about his crush.”

Jeongin groans before continuing. “And I keep asking her out, but every time, she rejects me, bro! What am I supposed to do? Give up?"

“Yes,” Hyunjin says in his signature straightforward manner, prompting everyone but Jeongin to snicker.

“Whatever. I'll figure out a way.” Jeongin sits back in his seat, resorting to aggressively typing on his keyboard to deal with his frustration.

You look around your little corner in the shop, which is filled with textbooks and miscellaneous notebook sheets. “Where are the others?”

“Minho is studying with his girlfriend, and Changbin and Felix are apparently also working, but they’re probably gaming instead.”

Hyunjin bites down on the edge of his straw, glancing between you and Jisung thoughtfully. “Speaking of girlfriend, when are you both going to get together?”

You freeze up in your seat, tensing like you always do whenever someone jokes about your relationship with Jisung, but he’s unfazed, shooting Hyunjin a mischievous smile. “When you tell us about that girl you’re obsessed with.”

Hyunjin immediately forgets about teasing you, glaring at Jisung contempfully. “Shut up, Han. You don’t know anything.”

“Guys, let’s calm down,” you say while patting Hyunjin’s back, happy for the distraction but still cautious about him and Jisung. While those two love each other very much now, they used to fight like crazy when they roomed together in freshman year, and no one needs a repeat of bad history right now.

Jisung catches your eye, and although he doesn’t smile at you, you can see the appreciation in his eyes. You nod slightly at him, before getting out your own computer. Words do not have to be exchanged between you two for you to understand each other.

You all settle into a comfortable silence as you finish your coffee and resume studying, only looking up occasionally to ask each other questions about the material or an assignment. Soon, the evening begins to fade away, and you start packing up your belongings before closing time.

“Hey, Y/N! Can you come over here for a second?” Seungmin calls out, capturing your attention.

You put down your backpack and walk over to the counter, where he’s washing his blender. “Yes?”

“So what’s going on with you and Jisung?” Before you can interrupt him and deny anything, Seungmin wipes his hands and gives you a meaningful look. “I know you have feelings for him.”

You feel your face heat up, and you avoid his piercing eyes. “How would you know?”

“Look, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. From the way you look at him, it’s a marvel how he hasn’t figured it out yet. For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes.”

You exhale, seeing no point in lying anymore. Besides, it feels good to get it off of your chest. “Well, why are you bringing this up anyway?”

Seungmin sets down his utensil caddy and rests his elbows on the edge of the sink. “Soobin likes you and asked me if you’re single. But, you know, I wasn’t sure if you are available. Emotionally, I mean.”

You glance over at Soobin, observing him counting all of the day’s revenue. The blonde cashier catches your eye, flashing you a shy smile before quickly looking away, turning a shade of tomato red. He’s handsome, good-hearted, and not to mention, very tall. Just your type. But he’s no Jisung.

“It’s been a while since I’ve dated anyone.” And this is true— over a year, to be precise. “I guess, I’m still hung up over Jisung.”

“Do you plan on making a move?”

“No way. I’m just going to wait for the feelings to dissipate. I would never risk our friendship like that,” you mumble.

“You could get to know Soobin, maybe he’ll help you move on,” Seungmin suggests, crossing his arms.

You consider your options before piping up. Jisung had gotten pretty serious with his last girlfriend by the end of your junior year, but he broke up with her a month later, telling you that she just wasn’t the one for him. He hasn’t dated anyone since, claiming that it’s not the right time. But for you, it is, and you realize that you can’t keep waiting for him.

“Maybe I will,” you say, toying with your jacket zipper.

Seungmin tips his head towards Soobin, but before you move, he leans in closer to you. “But personally, I think you should just tell Jisung. If he’s really your best friend, your friendship will stay the same no matter what.”

You nod. “Yeah, okay.”

You know Seungmin is right, but the truth is, it’s not just about losing your friendship with Jisung. Regardless of whether he reciprocates your feelings or not, you know that he would never walk away from you. It’s truly you who you are concerned about. You’re uncertain if you could bear to go back being your normal self around Jisung if you confess and get rejected. You don’t know if your heart could handle it.

You touch Seungmin’s hand in a quiet gratitude and approach Soobin, who immediately notices your presence and accidentally slams the cash register drawer closed, nearly shutting it on his finger. “H-hi Y/N.”

Watching Soobin get endearingly flustered, you can’t help but smile. “Hey Soobin. How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you.” Soobin bites down on his lip, wrapping his arms around himself. He looks so cute in his brown bib apron and converse shoes. “You look really pretty in that dress.”

Your cheeks warm, but you look him directly in his eyes. “That’s so kind of you to say. Actually, I was hoping you'd want to go out on a date sometime? Maybe after finals?”

Although you’re very reserved about your feelings for Jisung, in every other case, you can be quite forward with romance. Soobin’s eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

You laugh, getting out your phone. “Yes, really. What do you say?”

“Yes! I would love to. Could I please get your number?” Soobin stretches out his phone, which is covered in teddy bear stickers. 

You think of Jisung’s phone, which has a clear case and a polaroid of you two at the beach inside. You shake the thought of him away. You type your number into Soobin’s phone, before wishing him good luck on his finals and then rejoining your friend group in the darkening outdoors, which has moved outside the shop while you were talking to Seungmin. As soon as he spies you walking out of the door, Hyunjin forgets his conversation with Jeongin and immediately launches into interrogating you. 

“What were you talking to Soobin about?”

You shrug, trying to play it off, but can’t help the rosy blush that creeps up your neck. “Nothing, really.”

Now the others look interested as well, and Jeongin smirks knowingly at you. “You asked him out, didn’t you?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see Jisung’s smile falter, but you chalk it up to your own imagination and affirm Jeongin’s prediction. “Yes, but it’s pretty casual. So not a big deal.”

Chan and Jeongin both high-five you like seventh grade boys, while Hyunjin just cackles at your sudden agitation. Jisung, however, looks annoyed, a very new color on him. 

“I didn’t know you were interested in Soobin,” he says, shutting Hyunjin up. “Why didn’t you tell me? You always tell me when you like someone.”

You know the answer to his question. But you can’t tell Jisung that the only reason why you asked Soobin on a date out of the blue is because you are in love with him and trying to move on. “Seungmin just told me that he had a crush on me. So I went for it.”

“Yeah, everyone knows Soobin likes you. But you could have told me first before making a move.” Jisung’s tone is slightly harsh, suspicious. You recoil in surprise, because he has never spoken to you like this, unlike the boy you know and love.

“Why are you getting so mad?” You ask him, hurt.

“It’s just that we tell each other everything, and this is pretty big.” Jisung crosses his arms stubbornly. “Unless you didn’t want me to know.”

Your skin prickles with a strange feeling, because while you two have bickered over stupid things in the past, it wasn’t anything serious like the look on Jisung’s face now. “What’s your problem, Jisung? What did I do to you?”

Your voice is raised, and boys instantly sense the tension in the air, stepping in to mediate. Chan, the eldest in the group, places a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, mutely imploring him to stay calm. Hyunjin, however, gets defensive on your behalf. 

“Why should she have to tell you? Calm down,” Hyunjin says, frowning at Jisung.

“It’s okay, Hyunjin. We should get going.” Without waiting for an answer from the others, you grasp Jisung’s hand and pull him with you, while he comes along without saying anything at all.

The walk back to your apartment, which is seven minutes long from campus, is filled with an uneasy silence, a dreadful change from the playfulness earlier in the day. The air is charged, full of everything you both want to say to each other, but nevertheless, you keep your mouth closed. More than anything, you’re confused. 

It’s been a long time since either of you were with anyone romantically, so maybe it is surprising to Jisung that you randomly asked Soobin out. However, you don’t understand his anger, especially because Jisung has always supported you in your dating life, even setting you up sometimes with people he knew. But you don’t think the problem is the fact that it is Soobin either, because Soobin is one of the most beloved people on campus due to his sweet personality. You don’t know what’s wrong, and that’s what bothers you the most.

Neither of you speak even when you reach your neighborhood, a suburban oasis in a big city. When there’s good weather, you and Jisung love to come outside and either take long walks around the block or pack picnics to share on the perpetually green lawn in front of your apartment building. Today, you head straight up to your flat, an indifferent pair of strangers standing in the elevator.

After unlocking the door to your apartment, you finally decide to break the silence, turning to look at Jisung, who trails a few feet behind you. “I’ll be in my room, studying.”

You want him to say something, anything, but he just nods, keeping his eyes trained on the grey hardwood flooring. Sighing, you pad across the apartment and enter your room, shutting the door you always keep open. 

You and Jisung had signed a lease on your place last year, partially because you couldn’t afford off-campus housing on your own, but also because you couldn’t imagine a better roommate than him. People made plenty of comments about how you both— two people of the opposite gender— renting an apartment together would be a recipe for disaster.

While Jisung had assured you that everything would be alright, the weeks leading up to move-in day were filled with apprehension for you. But unlike what he believed, it wasn’t because of what others said. The thought of you and Jisung living together made you worry if proximity could potentially make it easier for him to realize your feelings for him. 

However, when the big day rolled in, you couldn’t remember any of your fears as you and Jisung sat in your new apartment, leaned against a pile of half-opened luggage. Exhausted from dealing with delayed furniture shipments and sorting through the endless boxes of belongings, both of you had given up. Resolving to lay on the barren floor and play Go-Fish, you both laughed for hours about the annoyed look on the grumpy mover’s face when Jisung kept asking him questions. Before Jisung subsequently fell asleep on your lap, he promised you that you both would make a lot of good memories here. And you did.

Last Christmas, you both spent it together, huddled on the couch while gossiping and drinking hot chocolate, because both of your flights got canceled due to snow. Then there was the time Jisung forced you to stay awake with him all night because he was scared after watching some bad slasher film, but you told him Disney bedtime stories that eventually made his fear go away.

You can’t help but feel a small pang thinking of whenever he brings you strawberry shortcake from the bakery you like, or all of the times he spam calls you when you’re out late and haven’t informed him. You’ve never fought with Jisung like this, not without him immediately coming after you and begging you to forgive him, even if he wasn’t in the wrong. Being distant with Jisung is a new feeling, and you don’t get how you could ever accomplish that with your best friend in the whole world. 

Shaking off your incessant thoughts about Jisung, you turn on your computer, hunching over on your desk in the artificial glow of the screen. You still have a few chapters of reading to get through, and then you have to solve ten long practice problem sets for Chemistry. For now, you’ll have to put off the deliberations that pull at you.

“Y/N.”

You feel someone shaking you awake, gentle hands coaxing you out of an uneasy nap. You lift your head from where it rests on your arms, blearily looking up from where you are slumped over your desk. Your laptop has fallen asleep, the dim glow of your lamp lighting up the room instead. And the blaring, unwelcome red of your digital clock signals an unfortunate time well past twelve. Rubbing your eyes, you finally notice Jisung hovering beside you hesitantly.

“I thought you’d want me to wake you up,” Jisung says, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pajama pants. “I’m sorry.”

He’s wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up snugly over his head, a few soft pieces of hair messily sticking out from underneath. He looks so cute you want to hug him, but then you remember the events that transpired before you accidentally fell asleep. 

“It’s okay. I need to finish working, thanks,” you say dully, both tired from studying and being stuck in this bad day with Jisung.

He shakes his head. “No, I mean, I’m sorry for earlier. At the coffee shop.”

You bite your lip, melting at the regret and sadness in his eyes. Your best friend misses you too. “Can we talk?”

Jisung stays quiet before speaking, and you swear he can probably hear your anticipating heartbeat filling the room. “Are you hungry? We didn’t have dinner.” 

He doesn’t answer your question, but you still fold at the thought of how he didn’t eat without you. “Yeah, I am hungry.”

“I’ll make us something.” He turns and heads into the kitchen, and after a second thought, you hurry after him. 

Jisung takes off his hood and brings out a metal pot out of one of the cupboards. You watch as he rummages hastily through the fridge, before he shuts it with empty hands. He turns to you with a sheepish look on his face. “So we don’t actually have any food.”

Realization passes between the both of you: in the past few weeks, you both were so immersed in your preparation for your exams that you had completely neglected buying groceries, opting instead for easy pre-cooked meals or food deliveries. Your stomach rumbles loudly, and you rub it, embarrassed, but at least it breaks the tension, as Jisung snorts, an amused look on his face.

“We could go to the store and get something,” he suggests, from where he stands behind the kitchen island. 

He fidgets nervously, a reminder of how any other time, you would have jumped at the opportunity to ditch your books and buy cheap junk food with Jisung. But now? You don’t want to go out. You want to stay here, you want to talk to your best friend, you want things to go back to how they were before your fight with Jisung. And yet, you nod your head in agreement, grabbing your apartment keys and wallet from the counter before following Jisung out of the apartment. 

The hallways of the building are tainted a vivid yellow from the incandescent lighting, a sharp contrast to the gloomy night outside. The moon is high up in the sky, shrouding the sleepy apartment complex in a silvery glow. There’s no one outside except for a homeless man dozing on one of the benches lining the walkways. But the distant city lights tell you that not everyone slumbers, that outside of your bubble, people have their own lives and stories. The only story that matters to you, however, is the one with the beautiful boy who walks beside you, his step heavy and eyes downcast. 

In a matter of wordless minutes, you and Jisung have arrived at your go-to place for midnight runs, a sketchy little convenience store peeking out from behind a cluster of drab office buildings. The neon lighting of the store glows in the dark and reflects in the pools of water left by a mild rain that had graced the land while you were sleeping. 

Jisung quickly walks ahead of you and opens the door for you, a blast of air conditioning granting you solace from the humidity. The familiar sight of the plentiful arrays of colorful aisles and the broken fan hopelessly creaking by the entrance pulls you in. You scour the shelves of mouthwatering foodstuffs, before settling in front of one of the sections.

“I don’t know if it’s a noodles or sandwich kind of night,” you wonder out loud, picking up a pack of ramen. You don’t notice Jisung standing behind you, as you assume he’s already zeroed in on the ice cream freezer like he always does.

“Definitely ramen.”

You jump, hugging the packet to your chest as if it would protect you from the perpetrator. Jisung innocently watches you, a small smile playing upon his lips. He holds two wrapped popsicles in his hands, one melon-flavored and one mango-flavored, and stretches the latter out to you. You accept it, returning his smile, and it feels like things are normal again. You know you should bring up what lies unspoken between you two, but you want to preserve this moment for now.

Jisung selects ramen for himself as well, and you both go to the front counter to check-out, failing to exchange any more words as you both just continue to enjoy the calm. After, you both quickly exit the shop and start jogging in synchronization, remembering that a pile of work still awaits you. When you board the bridge that connects the rest of the city to the way back to your apartment, Jisung doubles over, panting. 

You decide to take a break, walking over to the edge and drinking in the view. The blurred lights of the magnificent skyscrapers illuminate the midnight sky like lightning, and the river in front of you is littered with cargo ships peacefully gliding along on their separate journeys. You lean against the railing, closing your eyes and letting the wind ruffle your hair. Jisung comes up behind you once more, but when he speaks this time, it’s less of a surprise and more of a comfort. 

“Everything is changing,” he says, resting his hands on the railing as well. “I’m scared.”

You open your eyes, turning to face Jisung. His eyes are filled with tears, and your heart reaches out for him. You tightly grasp his hand, trying to convey everything you can’t say to him. 

“Talk to me. Please.”

“I’m not ready for all of this. Graduation’s getting closer, and I know you’re excited but… I don’t know, I still feel kind of stuck.” Jisung’s gaze fixates on one of the boats below. “Every time I type out a line of code, I want to smash my keyboard into bits. Every goddamn time.”

His words are strong, but his voice is rough with emotion. 

“Jisung, don’t do this if it’s not what you want.”

“We’re literally graduating in a month, Y/N.” Jisung lets out a disbelieving sound. “But that’s not even a concern, because my grad school actually offers a joint program on computers and audio design for engineering students who want to go into music production. But I couldn’t do that, because you barely get paid unless you make it big.”

You frown, setting down the plastic cover of your food. “Well, why not? If anyone could break out, it’s you.”

Jisung shrugs, shaking his head. “I can’t take that risk. Just plain old computer science is the way to go.”

You stay quiet for a second, keenly observing his despairing expression. “Your mom would want you to be happy, Hannie.”

“I could be happy, maybe, one day. But not right now.” Jisung runs a hand through his hair, not meeting your eyes. “You’re moving away next year for your PhD, and I’ll still be stuck here, in a place where you aren’t there.”

“I’m only two hours away. You can get away from campus and visit all the time. We’ll be like the Kardashians taking on a new city!” You crack a watery smile.

Jisung sniffles sadly, and your heart sinks, because you failed to make him happy. Again. But then he looks up at you, a glimmer of humor in his eyes. “Only if I get to be Kourtney.”

You laugh, shoving him in the arm. “Fine.”

And then you both say nothing again, just gazing out at the world beyond this bridge and instant.

“What happened today?” You break the silence— questioning, not accusing.

Jisung groans. “It’s… look, I know we’ve both dated before, but none of them were it. And maybe you never felt that way, but I know for a fact that none of the guys you dated were right for you.”

“Jisung—” you start, but he interrupts you.

“And we’re graduating soon. So I thought you’d realize it by now.” Jisung taps his foot like he always does when he’s nervous, and your pulse quickens at his halting words. 

“Realize what?” You ask him softly, trying not to come to any conclusions but betrayed by the treacherous beat of your heart.

The tips of Jisung’s ears turn red. “I- I need you to not say anything. Because I need to say something. And if you don’t like what I say, then I’ll walk away and we can forget everything that transpired here. Okay?”

You maintain your serious expression, although you want to swoon at his adorably flustered state. “Okay.”

Jisung is about to finally reveal what has gotten him so worked up, but then he sighs in frustration, shaking his head. “No. I can’t do this with you looking at me. Can you please turn around? Please?”

Hiding a smile, you oblige him and face the other way. “Okay. I can’t see you now.”

You hear Jisung take a deep breath. 

“I’m never going to get this right. Y/N, I like you. And I mean like-like you. Like, romantically. Everything about you, I like. Even your disgusting food combinations, I like. Your smile? Oh god. Don’t go on a date with Soobin. Go with me. I like you.” 

Even though the past few minutes manifested Jisung’s declaration, you still whirl around, shocked. “Say what?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Seriously? I pour myself out to you and you need me to repeat it? You’re really something, Y/N.”

You smirk, stepping closer and looping your arms around Jisung’s neck. You take in how Jisung’s eyes have widened and how his lips are parted at such an intimate gesture from you, wondering if this is how it feels in the movies, when the heroine finally gets the boy she’s been loving from a distance for so long. 

You look up at Jisung, and your heart has never felt so happy. “I guess this is my time to be vulnerable too. I don’t just like-like you, Jisung. I love you.”

It’s Jisung’s turn to be surprised. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. For a very long time.”

He smiles bashfully, his elation at your own confession evident. “I love you too.”

Jisung tilts his head to his right, as you do the same, almost about to close the miniscule space between you both. And then he pulls away.

You watch Jisung, confused, as he covers his face with his palms, shyly giggling. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I dreamed of this for so long. Can you give me a second?” 

Never able to get enough of his antics, you watch as he pulls a stick of chapstick out of his pocket and swipes it on. He dabs his lips carefully before turning back to you. 

“Now where were we?”

Before you can even say anything, he’s closed that gap. His lips are soft and sweet, the taste of cherry and vanilla chapstick lingering. You close your eyes and melt into the kiss as Jisung brings up his hands to cradle your face. The sweet scent of him clouds your senses and washes away your inhibitions, and there’s nothing besides you both in this moment. He kisses you like there’s no tomorrow, no exams, no school or anyone else. He kisses you not like a friend, but a lover that he’s yearned for, which certainly wouldn’t be a lie.

You can’t believe that you’ve been pining after Jisung for the mere duration of your college years. It feels like you’ve waited your whole life for this. The murky puddles of water around you and the pungent stench of a nearby dumpster are nowhere near romantic, but with the way you’re kissing Jisung, you might as well be in heaven. 

If you dare to predict the future, you’ll have the rest of your life to look forward to moments like this, miss him even when he’s laying in your arms, love him when you both slow dance in the refrigerator light at midnight. And because you’re two broke peas in a pod, you both will definitely conduct more fake proposals with each other when you go out to eat. Hopefully before the real deal. You’ll just have to see who pops the question first. 

“Wow,” Jisung breathes against your lips. “My dreams have not done this moment any justice.”

You chuckle, leaning in for another kiss. “Mine too.” 

But Jisung dodges your lips, making you scoff as he raises his eyebrows at you. “And what are you going to be doing about Soobin?”

“You should be nicer. Poor Soobin. I wouldn’t have to let him down now if you’d just told me all of this earlier,” you scold Jisung lightly, cupping his chin. 

He pouts, swatting at your arms with the oversize sleeves of his hoodie. “Never mind. Let’s stop talking about him.”

You roll your eyes playfully and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. You’re sure that the lovesick look on Jisung’s face mirrors your own. He may not be perfect, but he’s perfect for you. Your best friend in the whole world. And whatever the future holds, that will never change.

“I love you, Hannie. Love you so much,” you whisper, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. You’ll never, ever get tired of kissing him.

Jisung smiles down at you lovingly, slipping off his hoodie to put it on you, noticing the way you shiver. But you’re not really that cold; it's the way he’s looking at you right now. Not that you’d tell him that. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” You ask, still in a dreamy daze. This day has turned out to be better than any other you’ve ever had. Everything was worth it.

“Home.”

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Dim the lights ~Teaser

Stray Kids: Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader (18+)

Content: Dom!Hyunjin, Sub!Reader, mention of drinking alcohol but not being drunk, bondage, urolagnia (being made to hold it), temperature play, oral (f receiving), squirting... [More at release].

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the highs and lows - han jisung

genre: comfort, slight angst

characters: bestfriend!hanjisung and fem!reader

warnings: recreational use of cannabis

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leaning your head against the balcony doors, you bring your knees up to your chest as a deep breath expels from your lips. beside you, jisung–your best friend–is seated with his legs splayed out in front of him, the both of you gazing off into the distance. everything around looks tiny due to jisung living on a higher floor. you hear the boy inhale deeply before holding his breath for a moment, his whole body relaxing as his lips part and release the smoke. lazily, his head rolls towards you as he hands over the blunt hanging between his two fingers.

this time, you're the one placing the end between your lips to take a drag, holding the smoke in your lungs. whilst you're preoccupied, jisung takes his opportunity to speak.

"so, what's wrong?"

your lips part, puffing the smoke out into the air. without looking in his direction, you hand the blunt over.

"nothing," you cough, "why would something be wrong?"

he takes another hit before speaking, "c'mon. it's me you're talking to you."

you turn to look at him, starting to feel the high kick in slowly. when his equally as hooded eyes lock with yours, you click your tongue, diverting your eyes back to the blunt; silently telling jisung to hand it over.

"you say you're coming over, out of nowhere at nearly one in the morning. no context. now here you are, it's—" he checks his phone, "almost two in the morning and we're getting high."

you exhale, "yes and? i can't spontaneously come to see my best friend and get high?"

"haha," he deadpans.

jisung rolls his eyes, facing forward with a gentle grin as he takes another hit of the blunt between his fingers. you listen to him huff, watching the puff of smoke dissipate in the air and eventually disappearing into the atmosphere.

"but y'know, if there is something wrong. i'm all ears. ready when you are."

from the corner of his eyes, jisung sees you nod slowly instead of verbally acknowledging his words. the air between you two falls quiet but it's a comfortable silence, you feel at ease. sure, the weed helps with the latter but jisung's your best friend, the person you feel the most comfortable and relaxed around. if you were asked to name someone you trust more than the dark-haired boy sitting next to you, you probably wouldn't be able to form an answer.

your eyes move from the sea of buildings and to the sky where you gaze up at the moon and stars. your heavy, hooded eyes lingering on the handful of stars you're able to see shining above through the light pollution of the city. no words are exchanged between you and jisung, just the blunt. every couple of minutes you're taking turns hitting the spliff, feeling your body relax as the euphoria takes over. despite the weight you held in your heart earlier, you're starting to feel weightless.

"i'm fully convinced that i'm going to end up alone."

the boy beside you blinks slowly, processing your words before asking, "why's that?"

taking another drag before passing it over, you shrug as you let your arms hang over your knees.

"i mean… my first relationship lasted like–what? almost four years and he was toxic as hell. here i am, years later and i'm still going through the trauma."

jisung hums in response.

"then the second one," you pause to chuckle at yourself foolishly, "god… i thought he was gonna be the last."

you purse your lips together with a sigh.

"i thought he was my soulmate–as stupid and cheesy as that sounds. i put so much of myself into both of those relationships and they just… failed."

you exhale a big smoke cloud.

"isn't that stupid? thinking he was my soulmate or some shit. just 'cos every year he–somehow–crawled back into my life. now two years have passed since we broke up, two years where he hasn't popped up again."

jisung takes another hit, listening to everything you're saying and allowing you to let it all out.

"then all our friends are in relationships, most of them starting off dating apps and now they've been together for years," you say with a slightly aggravated tone, "i've tried those apps too and nothing! here i am, alone."

you click your tongue again as you gather your thoughts.

"what if that's my fate? to be alone? what if my past relationships have fucked me up so bad that i never find love again? what if there's no one out there for me?"

this time when you puff out the smoke, your breath comes out shaky.

"don't think like that," jisung finally says.

"it's hard not to, after everything."

"i get that," the smoke leaves his lips as he speaks, "but i believe that there's a person out there for you, maybe you've already met them or you have yet to cross paths."

you throw your head back in exaggeration, hands clasped together as you plead, "please universe. make whoever this is–the one who's meant for me–known."

jisung shakes his head with a lazy chuckle, passing you the joint when you unclasp your hands.

"if only it was that easy."

pursing your lips together in a sad pout, you respond with a nod before placing the mouthpiece between your lips and breathing in.

"you might not believe it right now. but one day, that person will make themselves known. the amount of love and devotion you gave your exes, your person will give it back to you–tenfold."

you hum, "that'd be nice."

"when they come around, they'll hold onto you so tight and do everything in their power not to lose you," a lazy smirk adorns your lips at the thought, "knowing you, you'll ask them–where have you been all my life?–but at the same time, you'll look back on your life thus far and feel happy that you've made it this far."

"if only i could fast forward to that point."

"you and me both," jisung blinks slowly, eyes heavy and slightly bloodshot, "hey. don't let those losers convince you that you won't find someone. they're not worth a two a.m. existential crisis."

you sigh, "i know. but they're still losers i dated, and spent a substantial amount of time with. ugh."

"mistakes. you live and you learn, one day i'll be the right choice."

"y'know," you cough lightly, "even though i'm saying all this about being alone, i don't think im ready to jump into another relationship… i'm scared."

your best friend bops his head up and down slowly, "scared?"

jisung decides it's time to put the blunt out when the hit he takes burns a bit more than usual.

"scared of getting hurt," you watch as he puts out the joint, blowing on it to make sure it's completely extinguished, "especially like– getting hurt over someone who wasn't worth all that time and effort? y'know?"

"i mean… i think that you've been through enough shit to know when to get the hell out," jisung tells you as he turns his whole body to face yours, no longer worrying about blowing smoke in your face, "and i think being scared could be a good thing?"

you narrow your eyes at him, "how so?"

"it means you'll be careful. you'll be careful with who you choose to put that time and effort into. you'll use your experience to weed out the assholes that don't deserve you."

"do i really have that wisdom?"

he shrugs, "a slippery slope there."

you feign offence, smacking jisung with the back of your hand prompting an exaggerated expression of pain from him. despite the subject of conversation being a bit heavy, your whole body feels weightless as you burst into a fit of giggles that rubs off onto jisung. moments later, you're both gripping your aching stomachs, trying your hardest to come down from your laughing fit with any semblance of sober control you can grasp.

jisung comes to before you're able to, sighing in exhaustion before speaking, "i'm always gonna be here, y'know?"

you flash jisung a lopsided, toothy smile, "i know."

"so even if you can't see it, i will. i'll be the one to tell your stubborn ass that whoever you're seeing–ain't shit."

jisung reaches over, taking your hand in his and gently caressing the skin with the pad of his thumb; a comforting gesture he's done since the beginning of your friendship. you feel your body relax, slouching as you lean your head on the door.

"i saw somewhere that you can have multiple soulmates."

your ears perk up at the sudden information, and the newfound curiosity on your face prompts jisung to continue.

"yeah. it's not just a romantic soulmate. a platonic one too."

you nod, your lips parted in awe.

"they say it's like your souls are bound together, you just get each other. you meet them and it's like you've known each other your entire lives."

he continues, there's a sparkle in his glossy, bloodshot eyes.

"i'd like to think that, that feeling of connection already there comes from knowing each other from past lives. y'know what that means?"

you narrow your eyes at him playfully, "what? that you're my platonic soulmate?"

jisung flashes you a thumbs-up with his free hand.

"yes and, that no matter how fucking annoyed we get with each other. it's just inescapable, our souls are bound together to be each other's annoying ass best friends in each life."

he places his free hand on his heart as if he's making a pledge.

"for i, han jisung, am your kindred soul in a best friend," he announces, "you'll never be alone. not on my watch."

"and for i, y/n y/l/n, as your kindred soul in a best friend," you place your own freehand on your heart, "promise to annoy the absolute shit out of you in this life, and the next."

he leans over and flicks your forehead, inflicting a little yelp from you.

"and i'll be there in each life, knocking some sense into your stubborn ass. who better to help you weed out losers that don't deserve you than your best-fated friend forever?"

you gag exaggeratedly at his new self-assigned best friend tag, "who better than a loser himself."

he goes to flick your forehead again but you squeal and try to evade the incoming attack. jisung retreats his attack, looking at you with a playful glare.

"but, i wouldn't have it any other way."

"what do you say now?"

your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "what? thank you?"

"and?"

he uses his free hand to gesture for you to continue, which does absolutely nothing for your confusion. with a defeated sigh, he shakes his head before filling the blanks in for you.

"and i love you."

you dart your head back, giving your best friend a side-eye. your whole body cringing with disgust, you clear your throat, "thank you. i… love you too?… i guess?"

jisung rolls his eyes at you and purses his lips together in a pronounced pout.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding. i love you too, my best-fated friend forever."

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Please Remove the Cuffs - Hwang Hyunjin

W/C: 6.1K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I-I want to touch you too. Please remove the cuffs…” + “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, au, mafia au, Mafia!Hyunjin, handcuffs, teasing, begging, nudism, marking, nipple sucking, nipple licking, handjob, oral(female receiving), cum tasting, hair pulling, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

“I don’t kneel for anyone, nor do I beg for anyone,” Hyunjin says. You watch as he spoke to his henchmen, a hard expression on his face, but a smirk was slowly forming on your lips. You push yourself away from the wall and make your way out of his office and towards your bedroom upstairs in the house, letting him finish with his meeting while also getting a few things out. It didn’t take long before he was making his way into the bedroom, tossing his blazer aside while rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt all the way to his elbows, his tie was already halfway undone.

“Can you close the door?” You ask, looking at him through the mirror that was hanging on the wall above the dresser you were standing at. You watch him close the door before making his way towards you and wrapping his arms around you and placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Hmm, finally alone with you, after an entire day of not being able to touch or hold you,” He softly hums. His eyes slowly move to what was atop the dresser you were standing in front of, and you hear him take in a sharp breath. “And what is all this?”

“Well, you said you don’t kneel for anyone, nor do you beg for anyone,” You say, watching his expression. “I want to test that, will you allow me?” You hear him take in another sharp breath before he picks up the handcuffs that are laid on the dresser and turns you to face him.

“You know that I will always beg for you, kneel for you, whatever it is you want me to do,” He says. He was hopelessly in love with you, there was no denying that, and he would end the world for you if you asked or if anyone dared to lay their filthy hands on you. “So… If you wish to have me handcuffed…” He takes a step back and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. “And on my knees for you, then you have me like that,” You step forward and take the cuffs from his hand.

“You came in here, rolling up your sleeves… Surely you were already expecting a long night,” You say. You move your hand to the button of his shirt before pausing as another idea pops into your mind. “Put your hands behind your back,” You watch as he moves his hands behind him before you slowly move around him. You bend down, and he feels you placing the cuffs around his wrists before he hears them lock, his heart rate instantly picks p, excitement already coursing through him. You place your hands on his shoulders and your lips brush against the shell of his ear, he could feel your hot breathing, and he had to resist the urge to moan right then and there. “You know what to say when you want it all to stop, right?” He tilts his head back at your voice close to his ear like that.

“Red,” He breathes out. It was a colour you hated and when it would be uttered, everything would stop instantly, because you hated if you hurt him or caused harm to him, and he also hated that. Intimate moments like this were made to make the other one feel like they were floating through the universe. You squeeze his shoulders before your lips disappeared from his ear and your hands lift away from his shoulders, he could hear your footsteps slowly moving as you move back into his view.

“What should I do with you first?” You ask. He was on his knees staring up at you with his hands cuffed behind his back, he already looked like sin, and you hadn’t even started yet. You step closer to him and place your hand underneath his jaw and gently press your fingers into his skin to make sure he keeps looking up at you. “Fuck, you look so…” You lean over and press your lips against his, your eyes shutting immediately as you feel his lips move with yours.

His lips were warm against yours and felt soft, the taste from the iced American he had earlier still lingered on his lips. You slide your tongue over his bottom lip, and he immediately parts his lips, allowing your tongue access to his mouth. Your other hand moves to his shoulder, slipping underneath the dress shirt to feel his warm skin, while your tongue was exploring every inch of his mouth. The room slowly becomes warmer the longer the kiss lasts, and the more intense it grew. Silver strings of saliva break off as you pull back from the kiss and coat his chin, you open your eyes and found his lips swollen from how deeply you had kissed him.

“Fuck…” You whisper. You slowly release his jaw and trace your finger along his lips, feeling how soft it is. Your fingers slowly move along his cheek, over the mole that was on his cheek, before your hand moves away from him as he was starting to lean into your touch. “Your chest… seems so empty.”

“Pillow,” He quickly says before you could move onto your knees. “Get a pillow for yourself,” You nod your head as you feel your heart-warming at his care. You move towards the bed and pick up one of the pillows before making your way back towards him. You drop the pillow in front of him, the wind from the pillow dropping onto the floor rushes around him and makes him shiver. You move onto your knees in front of him and reach out and begin unbuttoning his button-up shirt before pushing it open and slowly slide your hand over his chest, feeling his warm skin underneath the palm of your hands before you slowly slide them slower.

“You are just… everything,” You say. “Everything to me,” You lean closer to him and brush your lips against his neck, he immediately tilts his head back to give you more access to his neck. “Let me leave a little bruise here too,” You whisper before your lips close around the spot you had kissed and begin sucking. His lids flutter as he feels his blood rushing through his veins and going straight to his cock, that was now starting to harden. Your hands pause when your thumbs reached his nipples, and slowly you begin to rub the pads of your thumbs over them.

“Y/n…” He breathes out. He could feel your nose rubbing against his neck as you were sucking on it, and fuck, it was making his mind spin as he felt and heard your hot breath on his skin, along with the feeling of your thumbs rubbing over his nipples, which were quickly becoming sensitive to your touch. “Fuck… I…” Just hearing the groans were making you grow wet, they sounded so delicious. You could feel his body heat reaching yours along with his intoxicating scent that you absolutely love.

You pull back from his neck and look at the mark you had just created on his skin, admiring it for a moment before your lips touched his collarbone, and you begin sucking another bruise into his skin. You slide one of your hands down his stomach, feeling the ridges from his abs underneath your touch before your fingers reach his pants.

“Y/n…” He says, although it sounded more like a whimper. Your hand moves over his pants and slowly feel over his thigh through his pants and slowly move your hand to the inside of his thigh. “Fuck…” Your teeth graze over his skin, and you gently nip at it before you pull back from his collarbone.

“You taste so deliciously,” You say and lick your lips as you look at his face. You could see that his brown eyes had darkened and lust was clouding them. Your hand pauses right before it reaches his hardening cock in his pants, and you could see his jaw clenching for a moment. “Soon,” You dip your head and lick a stripe over his nipple, which causes him to take in a shuddering breath, you do it again while your thumb was playing with his other nipple.

“Yyy/nnn,” He whines, which makes you smirk at the sound of him whining your name. “Fuck, touch me, touch it…” You squeeze his thigh, and he lets out a low groan. “Shit…” You move your hand to cup his bulge through his pants, and his breathing stops for a moment. “Fuck…” You slowly palm him through his pants and hear his breathing becoming harder and deeper. “Y/n…” Your lips wrap around his nipple, and you gently suck on the bud. You slide your hand away from his chest and up towards his shoulder before you slowly push his shirt down his shoulder to expose him a little more.

“Y/n…” He groans out. He could hear your loud breathing against his chest as you suck on his nipple, which was causing sweat to break out onto his skin and slowly covers him. You could feel his cock growing bigger underneath your touch, and the tent in his pants was becoming more prominent. “Fuck, Y/n…” You pull back from his nipple, and he moves from sitting on his knees to standing on them. “Please…” You look up at him as he looks down at you with pleading eyes. “Please…” Your hand slides from his shoulder and over his chest and down his stomach until your fingers curl into his pants.

“Do you want to sit somewhere?” You ask as you slide your hand away from his clothed cock and towards the button on his pants. He feels you unbutton his pants before hearing the zipper being undone and his pants falling down until it reached his knees.

“No, no, I’m fine right here, like this,” He says. “You want me on my knees, I’ll stay on my knees for you,” Your fingers slide along the waistband of his underwear, he could feel a shiver going up his spine at your touch.

“Are you sure?” You ask. “Because I won’t mind if you want to sit at the edge of the bed if it’s going to be easier,” He shakes his head, taking in a deep breath, your eyes move lower, and you watch as his stomach rises and falls.

“I’m fine right here,” He says. “I’ll let you know if I can’t anymore…” You nod your head and curl your fingers around the waistband of his underneath and slowly yet carefully push it down and over his cock. “Fucking fuck…” You push his underwear down to his knees before flattening your hands against his thighs and slowly sliding your hands upwards, leaving a burning trail behind on his skin. “So good…” Your hands slide over the crease of his hips and you lean closer. You keep your eyes on his face to watch his reaction and see his lids fluttering as your breath got closer and closer to his stomach. “Ohhh,” You watch his lids shut as your lips touch below his belly button, and you slowly kiss a line down to his pubic bone.

“Shit…” He breathes out. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows loudly, you could see the sweat becoming thicker on his skin, and it was starting to glow underneath the lights. You flatten your tongue against his stomach and lick a stripe back upwards, moving away from his cock and where he wanted your attention the most. “Tease…”

“Like you’re complaining,” You state and blow against the spot you had just licked, you watch his muscles tighten for a moment and hear a low grunt coming from him. You slide your hand down his thigh before moving it to the inside of his thigh and upwards, you watch him open his eyes and look down at you, trying to see where your hand was travelling towards.

“Never said I wa- aah, ohh,” He moans as he feels your hand cup his balls. You gently massage his balls, and you watch his chest rising and falling faster as his breathing becomes faster. You kiss down his stomach again before you lift your head and move it to his thigh, avoiding his cock. “The power you have over me…” You kiss over his thigh, nipping at his skin every few times. “I’ll beg for you, I don’t mind, I’ll beg for you to give me what I want so badly right now… I’m not ashamed to beg,” You smirk against his skin and pull back.

“Then beg,” You say. You watch him swallow again, his hair was sticking to his neck and to his forehead already from the sweat. Your hand moves to his thigh and your fingers stroke along his skin, and you feel goosebumps forming on his skin.

“I… Y/n…” He begins and swallows again. “Please… touch it, please, I want you to touch my cock,” You could feel your pussy twitch from his words. “I need you to touch my cock, fuck… I need to feel your hand around it,” You lick your lips as you feel heat travelling through your body and sweat slowly building up on your skin. “I need to feel your touch,” You glance down at his cock and watch pre-cum glistening at the slit. “Please… fuck, please,” You look back at his face and right into his pleading eyes. Just seeing his face in such a state and hearing him pleading with you, begging for you to touch him. “I’m desperate for your touch, I need it so badly,” It was soaking your panties. “Fuck… Y/n… Yyy/nnn, please,” His tone quickly became whiny.

“Fuck, you sound so hot right now,” You say. Your hand slowly slides higher on his thighs, and you watch him buck his hips forward, trying to get you to touch him. “You’re so needy… I love it,” A whimper leaves his lips.

“Please…” He whispers. You watch his body jerk as you place your index finger on the underside of his cock and slowly slide it downwards. “Ohh, oh, fuck, fuck, more, please,” His head tilts back as your finger reaches the base of his cock. “Fuck, please… OH!” You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and slowly slide it along his length. “Fuuuckk,” Your movement was painfully slow as you drag your hand along, and he was desperate to feel your hand along his entire shaft. “Faster…”

“Faster?” You ask. “Aren’t you being too eager now?” He lets out a groan as your hand finally reaches the head of his cock. “Better?” A whimper leaves his lips as you slowly circle your thumb around the tip of his cock.

“Fuck…” He breathes out. You were teasing him, and making him sweat, but he doesn’t regret saying those words in front of you. You slowly slide your thumb over the slit where his pre-cum was oozing out and spread it over the tip, his breathing picks up at that, and you couldn’t help but smirk. You slowly slide your hand down his cock, leaving a glistering stripe behind on his cock as you do. “F-fuckk,” Your hand slides back up, and you gather more of his pre-cum to spread over his length. “S-so good, fuck, Y-Y/n,” Hearing him stuttering like this was absolutely delicious.

“Yeah… you like this?” You ask and twist your hand at the base of his cock, a squelching sound quickly fills the room, and he sucks in his stomach at the sound and at the feeling that runs through him. “Like that?” Your hand moves to the middle of his cock, and you twist it again, spreading his pre-cum even more. His skin was completely flushed, and he desperately tried to fuck himself on your hand. Your other hand squeezes his balls, making his breathing hitch. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” His cock was now glistening with his pre-cum and he was breathing loudly.

“I-I want to touch you too.” He breathes out. “Please remove the cuffs…” You slowly slide your hand down his cock before you pull your hands away from his cock and balls. “Nhhhooo,” He whines out and lifts his head to look at you. A hint of deviousness was swimming in your eyes, it was practically dancing with the lust that covered your eyes.

“I can do that,” You say. He watches as you begin to unbutton your shirt before you slowly pull it down your arms to expose yourself, he swallows as he watches you remove your bra and licks his lips before his eyes zeros in only our chest. “I can touch myself for you.”

“Nooo, fuck, no, I want to touch you, I want to feel you,” He says in a pleading tone, which makes you smirk even more. You stand from the pillow, and he watches as your hands move to the waistband of your pants.

“Well…” You begin and push your pants down along with your panties, his eyes immediately drop to your pussy, he could only see your mound and thighs, but he could already imagine your pussy in front of his eyes. “How about you stay on your knees like that, handcuffed and desperate, while eating me out?” He lets out a loud moan, and you watch his eyes roll to the back of his head, his lips shutting for a moment, and you watch as he tries to get his breathing under control. “I take that as a yes?” He sits down on his knees and opens his eyes to watch you. You step closer, and he tugs at the cuffs, wanting to reach out for you and pull you closer to him, but he was quickly reminded that he was cuffed and could only watch.

“Come here,” He practically growls out. You feel your insides twist and your wetness grows between your folds. You reach out and run your fingers through his hair before gripping it and pulling his head back before you stepped closer to him, he immediately leans closer, and you spread your legs for him. His lips brush over your mound, leaving a brief kiss on it, before his tongue was licking at your folds and pushed past them to get to your juices.

“Ohh, oh, yes, that’s so warm,” You breathe out. His tongue slides over the inside of your folds, trying his best to avoid your clit for the time being. “Fuck… yes…” His tongue glides along your folds, and you hear him swallowing loudly. “Fuck, yes…” His tongue circles back and your back arches as you feel the texture of his tongue finally slide over your clit. “Ohh, my fucking… yes…” You close your eyes as you feel an unexplainable sensation run through your body, a tightening feeling begins building inside your lower abdomen. You could hear your heart rate picking as it drummed loudly in your ears, you could a fire igniting inside you and your skin quickly felt like it was set ablaze with pleasure. You pull at his hair as you feel him lick your clit once more before taking the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking on it.

“Ohh, ohh, fuck, yes. Yes, Hyun…” You moan out. You could feel your mind slowly begin to spin at the sensation that was coursing through your veins and taking over all of your senses. The tip of his tongue plays with your clit as he sucks on the nub, and you could feel the tension inside you growing along with your growing wetness. “Hyun… Fuck,” You lower your gaze and saw him looking up at you from between your legs with big needy, lust-filled eyes. “FUCK!”

“Hmm,” He hums against your clit. Which makes your mind spin as the vibrations from his hum travel through you, and right into the knot of tension that was building. “Hmm,” The sensation goes up your spine, and it feels like it exploded inside your mind.

“Fucking… HYUN!” You cry out as you feel him tug on the nub before releasing it. Your breathing was hard and loud, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to continue standing like this. He pushes his head more between your legs, and you feel his tongue reach your sopping hole.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” He mutters against your pussy, which makes your walls clench and your knees to shake. His tongue presses against your slit, and he licks at your juices that were only increasing from the stimulation his tongue was giving.

“Fu-fuck, Hy-Hyun,” You stutter out. You could feel your muscles slowly tightening as your high was slowly starting to inch closer. “Fuck, Oh, my fuck…” You could feel his nose rubbing against your clit as he licked at your hole, which was adding to the stimulation it were already feeling. “Like that… yes,” You close your eyes as you begin to feel an intense pleasure overtaking you. “Hyun…” Your grip on his hair tightens as you feel your muscles starting to stiffen. “I…” His breathing was loud against your clit, and the feeling of his hot breath right there was making everything spin. You could hear the loud squelching wet sounds as he licks your juices and swallows them.

“Fucking…” You hiss out as you feel his tongue push inside you. Your legs were starting to feel weak underneath you, and you were becoming more unsure if you would be able to keep standing with his tongue now buried inside you, curling and twisting as he tries to get more of your juices. “FUCK!” Your toes curl against the bedroom floor and your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids as stars suddenly explode behind them. “HYUNJIN!” A tingling sensation shoots up your legs, which causes the tension inside you to snap. “OH, OHH, UHHMM!”

“Hmm-mhh,” He hums against your pussy as you cum, and he could only swallow and lick at it. Your body shakes as you fight to keep standing on your own two legs as you go through your orgasm, but his humming as he swallows your juices was making it hard.

“FUCKING, HYUNJIN, HYUNJIN!” You cry out in pleasure, you could feel tears of pleasure forming in your eyes and slowly leaking down your cheeks. “UHM, OHH!” Your mind floats through the clouds before it slowly begins to descend back to earth. Your grip on his hair loosens, and you take in a deep breath as you feel his tongue sliding from your slit to your clit before you took a step back to look down at him. Your cum drips from his chin and down his neck and starts to go down his chest. “Fuck…” You could feel your hair sticking to your neck and shoulders.

“You taste so delicious,” He mutters and licks his lips, trying to clean them. You take a few steps back before turning around and grabbing the keys for the handcuffs that were laying on the dresser. He watches as you approach him, your body glowing underneath the lights and from the sweat. You move out of his view, and he feels your hot breath against the back of his neck before he felt your hands at his wrists.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” You mutter, just low enough for him to hear it. You unlock the cuffs and remove them from his hands, he immediately stood and turned around to pull you to your feet, making you drop the cuffs to the floor. His hands grab onto your hips, and he begins backing you up towards the bed, while stepping out from his pants and underwear as he does.

“And what if I want you to ride me?” He asks. His tone was rough and his eyes dark with pleasure, his grip was tight on your hips, and you knew you would find some light bruising on your skin there in the morning. He dips his head down to your neck, and you feel his lips on your neck, peppering soft kisses on your skin. You reach up and push his shirt completely off him and let it hit the floor

“That shouldn’t stop you,” You say and turn him around and push him down onto the bed. You immediately climb onto the bed and on top of him, straddling his waist, and immediately felt his hard cock pushing against your pussy. He watches as you take your place on top of him before you reach between your legs for his cock and wrap your hand around it before guiding it through your folds.

“Fuck, fuck, ohhh, fuck,” He moans. He felt overly sensitive from you touching him earlier and then waiting to be inside you. You push the head of his cock inside you and slowly sink onto him. “Ohh, fucking…. gaaawwdd,” He groans as he feels your walls squeezing around him. “Fuck, fuck… Oh, my fucking…”

“Ohh, oh, yes, hmm…” You moan as you feel his cock stretching your walls and filling your hole. “Hyunjin… Hyun, fuck…” The squelching sound of your wetness fills the room. His hands grip your hips, and you feel him guide you faster onto his cock.

“Y/n… fuck, Yyyy/nnnn,” He whines. The warm-wet feeling was making his mind spin, and he swears he could come undone right then and there. “Fuck, so good… so good,” You look down at him, fighting to keep your lids open as the sensation of him filling you was making you want to close your eyes. He was staring up at you as well, fighting to keep his eyes open to look at you. “Fuck, you look so good on top of me,” Your walls clench around him, and you watch him intake sharply. You pause on top of him once his cock was fully submerged inside of you, you press your hands against his chest to keep yourself upright.

“Fuck…” You breathe out, taking a moment to gather your breathing and adjust to the stretch his cock was giving. “It… you… so good,” You lift your hips and slowly begin riding him, his eyes drop to your chest, and he watches as your tits bounce along with you. You could feel your juices splattering on the inside of your thigh as you ride him, the wet squelching sound fills the room along with the sounds of your moans and his grunts and groans. “Hyun…” His hips buck upwards to meet yours halfway, and you scratch at his chest, leaving red streak marks behind on his golden skin.

“Fuck… fuck,” He grunts out. His upward thrusts were slowly becoming desperate. “So good, you look so good on top of me,” He could see your neck glistening with sweat, and it slowly slides down and over your chest, the way you were breathing and the way your muscles were tightening was making him grow desperate by the second to roll you over and take over. His eyes travel lower until his eyes settle on his cock and your pussy, watching as he disappears into you before reappearing, coated with your juices. “FUCK!” You watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head and, at the same time, his grip tightens on your hips.

“Hyunjin,” You moan out. You suddenly find yourself looking up at him and watching as he places your legs over his shoulders and deeply thrusts into you. Your back arches at the different angle, and you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “HYUN!” You reach up with one hand and tangle your fingers into his hair, while your other hand grabs onto the bedding and twists the fabric between your fingers and pulls at it. The sound of skin slapping against skin bounces off the walls, his thrusts were rapid and almost desperate.

“Fuck… fucking,” He grunts, and you feel his hand sliding along your arm. You release the bedding and turn your hand around just in time for his hand to reach yours and his fingers to intertwine with yours. “Squeezing me so good…” His voice sounded strained as he spoke. Your walls were pulsing around his cock, slowly starting to milk him for an orgasm. “You… you’re all mine,” You squeeze his hand, and he immediately squeezes it back.

“And you’re all mine,” You say. You could feel your muscles tightening as your orgasm was building inside you. “Mine,” You stare into each other’s eyes as he thrusts into you. “Hyun…”

“Yours,” He whispers. Your back arches and your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut, your head turns from side to side as your body shakes with immense pleasure, the tension inside you snaps and your mind is thrown into the clouds while your body floats through the air.

“HYUN!” You cry out as you feel his cock hitting all the right spots from his desperate thrusts. You squeeze his hand tighter, and you pull at his hair as you go through your high. “UH, HYUNJIN!” Your toes curl and your legs shake as tingling sensations travel up and down your spine. Stars fly past your vision and your skin felt like it was burning. “F-FUCK!” His hips stutter as he feels your release pushing past his cock as he thrusts. “RIGHT THERE!”

“Fuck, yes… fuck, keep doing that,” He mutters. He could feel his balls starting to tighten and along with that, his muscles begin tightening also. “Just like that, fu-fuck, keep squeezing me, baby,” Your walls were clenching around him uncontrollably from how sensitive it was. “Fuck… Fuck!” He throws his head back and swallows loudly, his thrusts were uneven and desperate as he needed his release, his mind was spinning, and it felt like he was ages away from getting his release. “YYYY/NNNNN!” His high washes over him, and he desperately tries to keep his pace as hot ropes of cum spill into you, filling you with his load.

You slowly loosen your grip on his hand and hair and feel his hips slowing down until they were rocking into yours as he eases himself through his high along with the help of your walls still slowly pulsing around him. You slide your hand from his hair to the back of his neck and gently hold onto him until he carefully removes one of your legs from his shoulder and lays it down on the bed. He slowly releases your hand, and you lift your other leg and lays it down on the bed before he lowers himself down on you and buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing hard as his hips come to a halt against yours.

You both lay there for a moment, breathing hard and feeling the afterglow starting to settle in as the air surrounding you begins to cool down and nip at your sweat-coated skin. Your fingers gently rub at the back of his neck as you feel him leaving soft kisses on your neck between catching his breath. He lifts his head after a few more minutes and looks down at you while you look up at him, you stare in silence before he slowly sits up on his knees and his cock slowly pulls out from you as you release his neck.

“Are your wrists okay?” You were the first to break the silence between you both. Your eyes flash down to his wrists for the first time, and you see some red marks on them, he rubs them and nods his head.

“All good,” He says, and climbs off the bed. You sit upright and turn to the side of the bed, and place your feet on the floor. “Let’s get in the shower, and you can tell me if you enjoyed yourself,” You bite your lip as you think back to him looking up at you while he was on his knees and his hands were cuffed behind his back.

“Next time, I want them above your head,” You say as you stand from the bed. You could feel your legs feeling shaky as you stand, he immediately climbs off the bed and moves to your side, also feeling unstable on his legs.

“Above my head, you say,” He says as he guides you into the bathroom. “I’ll have to make some adjustments to our room then,” You smile and enter the bathroom, he leads you to the toilet and carefully helps you sit down on it before he moves towards the shower.

“Well… that’s only if you want to try that,” You say. He turns the water on, and it quickly heats up and begins steaming up the bathroom. “I just had this picture in my mind with you on your knees and your hands tied above your head…” You watch his back muscles tense for a moment before he turns to you.

“Then I should make those adjustments to our room,” He says. You finish on the toilet, and he quickly joins you at your side and guides you into the shower. The water immediately hits your skin, and you let out a hum of contention as you feel your muscles relaxing and the sweat already being washed off your skin. “As for right now,” He reaches for the soap and your wash cloth. “Let’s get clean and go relax into our bed,” You smile and grab his soap and his wash cloth and drizzle some of the soap onto it as he begins lathering up your cloth. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” You hum as you put his soap back. “All okay,” You smile at him and begin washing him, he carefully washes over your shoulders before washing over your chest. “I had fun, I enjoyed that… did you?” The water rinses off the soap just as quickly as you had washed over him.

“That was fun,” He says. “Are you now satisfied to know that you have me at your mercy?” You bite the inside of your cheeks and look down as you wash his thighs and cock.

“Well, I will admit, that it is good to know that I do,” You say and begin rinsing the cloth once you had washed almost every part of him. His hand slips between your thighs, and you pause for a moment as you feel him cleaning your thighs.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to use water to clean there,” He says. You nod your head and watch as he pulls the cloth back and begins to rinse it. You ring out his cloth and put it back at its spot. Once he was sure that the cloth was cleaned from soap, he carefully cleans your pussy before rinsing the cloth again. “All right, should I splash some water there also?” You chuckle before closing the taps.

“No, it feels clean,” You say. “Let’s go, I can use some cuddles now,” He opens the shower door and you both step out of the shower, he immediately grabs your towel and wraps it around you before grabbing his own and wrapping it around himself. “Let me,” You reach for his towel and begin drying him, you work carefully over him, taking a few moments to admire the marks you had left behind on his skin.

“Next time, it’s your neck that’s going to get marked up,” He says as he takes your towel and begins drying you. You smile and nod your head before hanging his towel as he was drying your thighs.

“I can’t wait then,” You say. Once you were both dried, you leave the bathroom and begin to get dressed, he quickly stops you when you were reaching for your own shirt and lifts one of his own t-shirts up into view. You could already smell him on the fabric and reach for it.

“Let me help,” He says. You lift your arms, and he carefully pulls the shirt over your arms before pulling it over your head and pulling it into place. “Beautiful… as always,” You could feel your cheeks heat up at his words and watch as he pulls on his underwear. You were about to pick up your own pair of panties before he moves his underwear into his view. “Wear this also,” You take it from him and slip it on and look up at him. “Fuck… you just look so hot in my clothes,” He steps closer to you and cups your cheek and leans closer to you, you quickly close the distance between you both by pressing your lips against his, kissing him gently yet passionately, and he could taste the love through the kiss.

To the world he was cruel and cold, but to you… he was the warmest soul you ever knew, he was everything to you. Your world, your universe, and you knew that you were the same to him.