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hwan-g · 2 years

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PUT ME IN A MOVIE 🤍 bang chan.

pair. videographer! chan x fem! reader (+ hyunjin) | genre. homemade spicy video, birthday sex, pwp basically, romance, angst | warnings. profanity, daddy kink, unprotected sex, pet names, dirty talk, dom! chan, spit kink, jealousy | word count. 4.1k

synopsis. chan will show you—he can be anything you want him to be. do anything you want. in exchange for your compliance.

Bang Chan did not like celebrating his birthday. Turning older was no cause for celebration to him, nor would it ever be. Twenty-six, to be exact. Fuck him—where did the time go? Why does he still feel like an awkward teenager, stumbling his way through the years passing? Fucking ridiculous.

Nevertheless, he looked handsome as ever in the black attire you made him wear for this unwanted party, suit vest hugging his naked upper body in all the right places, hair slicked back and away from his sculpted face, save for a couple strands falling haphazardly over his honey eyes.

You wanted all the attention on him for his special night, thinking of the way he commands a room, how he seems to be front and center in all he does, everywhere he is. A natural leader, born for the spotlight.

Most of all, you couldn’t wait for him to fuck you in it after the two of you got home, arms flexing deliciously as he gripped your ass, flashed cock ramming into you from behind. You could never not think about sex with Chan—it was the only way to be as close as you’d ever get to him, a oneness like no other, a mixing of your souls.

Upon arriving at the club Changbin worked at as security, you were immediately greeted with all his friends and coworkers singing ‘Happy birthday’ to him, confetti exploding in glittery strips from every side, Jisung first in line holding a ridiculously decorated cake with exactly three candles on it, yelling at your boyfriend to hurry up and make a wish.

Chan squeezed your waist and brought you closer, grimacing at the grandness of it all. You hit his bare arm playfully, whispering for him to ‘play along.’ So, he did. He tried his best. He even clapped after blowing the melting wax, selling the whole damn thing to the max. Jisung was happy, bringing him in for a hug, music going back to something trendy, with a heavy beat.

“You fucking owe me for this,” he whispered to you later on, and you cupped his hardening cock over his pants in response.

You mostly stayed by his side for the duration of the night, the entire VIP section reserved just for the occasion. With Changbin and Minho currently on the clock, that left the wildest members of the gang with you, currently downing what is definitely past their tenth shot. Felix and Hyunjin were entirely too drunk, Jisung following close behind. Every time Chan was forced to come with them to places that served alcohol, nine times out of ten he ended up becoming their babysitter, making sure everyone drank enough water, and had a ride home.

In that way you understood his silent demeanor, musing over his glass of whiskey on the rocks, bitterly amused glances over to his friends and their shitfaced shenanigans. You watched too, mouth full of cake, but secretly hoped someone would eventually suggest dancing, just so that you’d get your chance to showcase your sparkly dress to your boyfriend, make him want to take it off of you later. Your money was on Hyunjin—he was always down to dance, to show off.

What no one expected was you having one two many cocktails. To your defense, you couldn’t even taste the pure rum in them, the juices and syrups concealing their deadly intentions. So, it was then, a stumbling you holding your empty glass up, announcing you were going for a refill, that the tall boy bit the bait and exclaimed he was coming as well. The ash blonde of his freshly chopped mullet turned into every color of the projecting lights. You wanted to touch it, taste the colors.

Of course, that was before Bang Chan sat your drunk ass down on his lap, and gave you a warning look, one that promised things too filthy, too taboo for the public to witness. He’d do them, though, for you, because of you, his eyes betrayed, if you went too far. If you disobeyed him, broke your promise.

“Behave,” he spoke gravely in your ear, voice deep and authoritative. “Stay close to Hyunjin, don’t let any other motherfucker touch you.”

You giggled at his breath tickling you, patting his head absentmindedly. “Don’t worry, daddy, I don’t like playing with no one but you.”

He chuckled, raising a brow at your cute state. With his hands on your hips, he dragged his lips on your cheek, resting them just a breath away from your mouth. You weren’t even aware you were dry humping his thigh, making his cock stir painfully in the pants you put him in.

“Oh, baby girl, you are so fucking drunk.”

You put a hand over your mouth, almost hitting his nose, and widened your eyes. Oops. Chan hesitated to let you go, but with a slap on your ass, he finally freed you from his tight grip, helping you stand.

“Okay, angel doll,” you called out to your partner in crime. “Let’s go! Hold onto me, I hold onto you.”

Hyunjin came close, closing his hand over yours, smiling lazily down at you. His fingers were sweaty, but the warmth was comforting albeit a tad bit dizzying. Together you maneuvered your way to the bar, squeezing through people, slurring excuse me’s and thank you’s, all the while giggling to yourselves.

“You haven’t been out with us in a while, sweetheart,” he comments while waiting for your order. “Remember Maneater? Your little strip show?”

You slap his shoulder, almost falling over in doing so. He steadies you by the elbows, making sure you’re okay before pulling away. It must be your inebriated state and that one threesome a few months back that made you sad to not have his touch on you. It was not a question of infidelity, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind about your feelings and your commitment to Chan. Hyunjin has just always been there, always blurred the lines, always up for anything.

“I missed you, too,” you confess, grabbing ahold of your drink, straw between your teeth before he could even have a chance to get his.

“Should we dance?” He suggests, wrapping a long arm around your waist. “Let’s dance, darling. I’ve missed your body on mine.”

In the most Bonnie & Clyde way, relying on your entrusted friendship, and without betraying your significant others—you felt the same. He’d been your clubbing buddy way before you got together with Chan, and certainly years before anything happened between him and Felix. For old time’s sake, if anything.

Rolling your hips with the beat, you rested your wrist on his shoulder, and swayed to the music. His knee slipped between your thighs as the two of you laughed over the DJ’s silly ad-libs, sweat dripping down your forehead, tasting it in the sweetness of your cocktails. Hyunjin’s slitted eyes followed your movements, tongue running over his full lips as he quickly snuck a glance over to your section, searching for the birthday boy.

He found himself staring back. His friend looked to be in a trance, focusing on the way your body swung and bent to the rhythm, a different man leading what’s his. That had always been Chan’s weakness—watching you with someone else, how you reacted, how you molded. It got him hard, yet enraged him like nothing else. A contradicting emotion, jealousy and desire. He’s taped you getting fucked by Hyunjin, has gone over it a thousand times, palm around his rock hard length, pumping himself off to the sound of your moans, elicited by someone other than him—he’s filmed it himself.

Hyunjin was the only person he’s let near you like that, the only man he trusts with his girl. Because you like him, because your little crush has always been obvious to him, but undiscovered to you. He considers this his birthday gift, watching as the taller guy leans into your neck, whispering things he’ll never know into your ear, earning a nod and another arm draped over his long shoulders.

What the fuck you’re doing to him—he’s gonna let it all out later, in front of the camera. He’s going to show you exactly what he thinks of you allowing another man to touch you, to feel you up.

“They’re getting a little too heated, bro, don’t you think?” Jisung comes to sit next to his older friend, clinking his glass against Chan’s.

Chan never takes his eyes off you, muscles clenching, unclenching, then clenching again. He kicks back the rest of his whiskey, pouring himself another one, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, before gathering his thoughts enough to respond.

“Do you think it’d be happening if I didn’t let it happen, Han?”

The brown haired boy’s mouth falls open, the words registering in his brain. Oh. Oh. He’d never thought… well, but it makes sense, doesn’t it? He’s seen you with Hyunjin countless times, always entirely too close for two people that are just friends and have partners. Felix didn’t care, that much was clear, but for Chan—it was deliberate. It was pre planned.

“A freak, aren’t we, Channie?”

A deadly glare sent his way. “Shut the fuck up, Otaku motherfucker.”

Jisung raised his hands, laughing at the offense. “Touché.”

Getting up from his seat, Chan stretched his arms out in a circular motion, tilting his head from side to side, rubbing on his neck. What a long fucking night, and it was nowhere near done. If anything the fun won’t start until he grabs you and gets the fuck out of there, leaving everyone to their own luck. He was tired of taking care of them, tired of always having to be on top of things. All he wanted was to slip inside you, and lose himself completely. For the rest of his life preferably.

He neared your dancing figure, taking in the way your hips filled that dress, a midnight blue color that glittered under the club lighting, and made you look absolutely ethereal. Hyunjin was sipping from his drink when he noticed him, but instead of stepping back or moving away, he engulfed you in a protective hug, almost as if he didn’t want you taken away from him. Chan figured that could be the case; the two of you have always had a complicated relationship with unresolved feelings and repressed confessions. Too damn bad he sucked at sharing—if he wasn’t a possessive person, he’d definitely let you have your way. He’d give you anything you asked for.

His friend had a mischievous expression on, his smile up to no good. Chan played along, only for your sake.

“Fuck you, Chan, I was so close,” the pale haired boy pouted. “She was about to kiss me.”

You gasped, and started shaking your head dramatically, wiggling out of his arms and into your boyfriends. Chan wrapped himself around you, pressing his lips on the top of your head, swaying you softly to the music.

“I was not, daddy, I swear,” you said, and looked at him with big, innocent eyes.

Bang Chan just really enjoyed the way you felt against him, trapped with nowhere to go. He wanted you like this, always. Most of all, though—he needed to get you naked and moaning for him, he needed his fingers stretching that tight cunt of yours, he needed you alone. And your pet name for him; what started as a joke before the two of you had even slept together, his slip up of mentioning he had a kink, among other kinks, this one, and it made him instantly hard whenever it was so much as mentioned.

The way your tongue spoke that one word, the way it made him want to ruin you, his pretty fucking girl, and her naughty fucking mind.

“I’m sure you would’ve loved that, Hyun,” he says, an asshole smirk on his lips. “I apologize for stealing her from you.”

Somewhere between half truths and lying straight to his fucking face, Hyunjin crossed him with a dark stare, bangs no longer hiding the secrets underneath. His friend looked sharper, more menacing, eyes of a serpent, and that had an unmistakable death glare. Chan couldn’t find it in himself to get mad, nor did he particularly want to. He was confident in his position in your life, positive about your feelings for him. A part of him even understood and had sympathy for the gray haired boy—it must be fucking killing him to only have you in stolen moments like this, under supervision.

Seeing you turn around, Hyunjin’s face broke into a charming smile, those slits morphing into crescent moons. The softness in him was back, and Chan could see it was all for you. His smirk deepened.

“I’ll see you around, yeah sweetheart?” He spoke to you, coming to drop a kiss on your forehead, Chan releasing you ever so slightly for him to do so. An understanding passed between the two men, and they nodded at each other.

“I love you, angel doll!” You yelled after him, but he had already blended in with the crowd, disappearing from view. “Did I do something?” You frowned, your eyes still searching, before zooming in on your boyfriend.

Chan gave you a curt shake of his head, leaning back so he can take in your face. Glitter was smudging all over your cheeks, the coal around your orbs hypnotizing him, making his heart swell. “No, baby, it’s not you.”

You hummed, and gave him a peck on his bicep. “Should we go, then? I still haven’t given you your gift,” you smile, and it’s an invitation.

“Oh, yeah? And what would that be, my beautiful girl?”

You bring your hand next to your mouth and motion for him to come closer. He does. “A new camera.”

Your giddy giggle sends him over the edge. Clasping your hand in his, he doesn’t even go back to his friends, having had enough of them for one night. Instead, he makes it a straight shot to the exit, clapping Changbin’s back once, muttering a goodnight to him before bringing you in front of him, hands gently guiding you to his car.

Opening the door for you, Chan sticks you to him, leaning to kiss your exposed neck, licking the salty sweat off your skin, enjoying the scent you chose for the occasion. His favorite.

“I can’t fucking wait to have you bent over for me, angel.”

You squeezed your thighs together, that familiar ache coming back, numbing all your other senses.

Often times, Chan will pick up his camera and record you.

It’s a habit he’s had since he met you, something he does without much thought. You inspired him the most, changed his art, his style, his approach to videography. You became his muse. He’s followed you getting coffee, running errands, on date nights, or even taking off your makeup after a long day.

But his favorite fucking way to have you behind his beloved camera lenses—stripping for him. Taking off whatever is covering that magnificent fucking body of yours, with all those delicious curves, and breasts he loves teasing so much. But there have been other things, too, cruder things—coaxing you into masturbating for him, fingers hesitantly disappearing inside your dripping hole, your moans filling his ears, and the microphone on his device. Chan has filmed that slick pussy of his from every angle, has owned it over and over again, has every single sound it’s ever produced on tape, capturing, immortalizing his reason of existing forever.

This time is no different. Only thing—you’re drunk out of your mind. But if anything, that makes it all the more fun.

He unwraps his gift impatiently, taking it out of the box and turning it, inspecting it greedily. It’s a vintage camera, in black, something he’s wanted for a while now. He grabs you by the hair and gives you an open mouthed kiss, groaning into your lips in gratitude.

“I fucking love it, baby.”

You smile at his precious expression, all tenderness and adoration. “You’re welcome, daddy.”

Hair still tangled in his fingers, he brings your foreheads together for one intense second. You’ve never had to physically hear it, sometimes Chan could tell you telepathically, without saying a word:

I’m so fucking in love with you, my girl, no one will ever do it for me like you. You own my goddamn soul, my heart.

You blink back tears, as he presses his full lips on your temple. Then, he sits you down on his lap and starts working on his gift, turning it on, inserting both battery and memory card, trying it out in his big hand. You sit with your arms circled around his broad shoulders, watching him get excited over the resolution of the image, the colors and settings.

“How about you give me a little show, pretty thing?” He mutters in your cheek, voice an octave lower than usual. “Give me a twirl, yeah?” That thick Australian accent of his.

You comply, laughing the entire time you show off the dress you bought with the money he gave you, leaning over the kitchen counter, whirling around the living room, hands raised high in the air, the effect of the alcohol consumed very clear in the sloppiness of your movements. Chan loves it all, records everything. You’re a ballerina, a jazz dancer, a cabaret girl, his girl, his little dancer, and then finally his whore, as you fall over the back of the couch head first, legs hanging up in the air, dress riding up, showing the lace of your panties.

Chan leans back into the chair, one hand busy zooming into your juicy thighs, fingers sneaking their way over your wetness, and the other palming himself over his pants, his dick unbearably hard. He rubs through the fabric a couple times, watching you forgetting where you are, what you’re doing. When your middle finger presses on your clit, feet locking together, he loses it completely. Then you moan, a whiny, breathy sound that nearly makes him cum right then and there.

He jostles out of his seat, lurching forward.

“You’re going to make yourself feel good, baby?” He stands over you, mesmerized at the way you’re getting off, half asleep. He pushes your panties aside, curses at how slick your pussy looks. “Use those fingers, let me see you, angel, open up those folds for me.”

Like a puppet, you follow his words, letting him overtake, guide you through an orgasm. Chan doesn’t help you at all, only watches through his camera. Oh, fuck sweetheart, right there, press right there, I know that feels good for you baby, c’mon give me a good one, look at this fucking cunt, Christ I wanna fuck it numb, I want to fucking rip it apart, yeah, my little slut, goddamnit fucking look at you, you look so desperate, so hungry for cock. Do this for me, and I will reward you, baby girl. Come on.

Brushing over a specific bundle of nerves has you coming undone, your entire body shaking as you cream your fingers, and still —you don’t stop moving them, you go faster, moan louder. Chan has half a mind to fuck you right there, before taking you to his bedroom and pushing you on all fours over his mattress, drilling into you like that as well. He wants to ravage you, paint all of your walls white, fuck some kids into you, for fuck’s sake, what the fuck? You’re driving him insane, completely fucking mad, and so he caves, his desire stronger than his restraint.

“I wanna beat that pretty fucking cunt up, baby girl. Will you let me?”

You lift your head a bit to look at him. Your lips were bright red from being bitten, eyes fucked out, sleepy. You moaned, delirious, and rolled your hips. Chan’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. He pulled you up by your wrist, bringing those fingers in his mouth, tongue licking your juices clean, sucking on the middle finger that was deep inside where he wishes to be, all the while never dropping his gaze from yours.

“Unbuckle my belt, sweetheart,” he prompts you, and you do, unzipping his black pants, hand reaching inside his briefs.

Upon contact, Chan growls, and pulls you in by the nape of your neck for a kiss. He keeps you there, his hold tight, strained, as your palm pumps his length, the aching in the pit of his stomach growing into a full on pain. He halts your movement, and pushes you back down, getting on his knees to spit on your entrance, his hand smearing it all over, fingers dipping inside you just once, getting you ready for him.

“Please, Chan, I can’t take it anymore…”

Chan chuckles darkly, and can’t help himself—he licks one long strip from your hole to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, camera forgotten. The wet sounds you make, and your intoxicating smell all bring tears in his eyes, the dire need to get inside of you killing him, warning him.

“Tell me, angel. Beg for me,” he wipes at his eyes, getting up, camera on the ready as he teases both you and himself with his angry tip.

“I want you to fuck me. Please, please, please, please...” your word all blur into each other, as your legs bring him closer, wrapping around his thighs.

Chan smiles. His needy girl, his cockslut. “Please what, pretty girl?” He slides his entire length over your pussy, slicking himself with your cream, hissing at the contact. “Say it and I’ll give it to you, baby, you know I will.”

You whine, and it’s adorable, it’s the hottest thing he’s heard. His ego swells, as does his dick, and he pushes in just a bit, just to prove his point.

“Daddy, please stop torturing me!”

He buries himself inside with one long stroke, bottoming out, and almost dies right there, on top of you. He tilts the camera down, a clear shot of your pussy enveloping his thick cock, and hisses, hand grabbing your waist to pull you on his girth.

“Fucking Heaven—there’s no better place than your pussy, baby girl. My pussy,” he groans, slamming into you again, and again, and again. “Say it, goddamn you, say it’s my pussy.”

You’re overridden by pleasure, can barely talk. “Your pussy, daddy, only yours, fuck me, fuck me, please, fuck.”

He throws the device on the couch next to you, and grabs your sides with both hands, digging into you, this angle hitting you perfectly, your back arching in just the right way. And even then, Chan doesn’t think it’s enough, he lifts your ass and slams you on his cock until you’re coming all over him, until you’re begging him to stop, he’s killing you, he’s ripping you open.

He doesn’t fucking stop, how can he? Look at you. Instead he envelops you in his arms and picks you up from the couch, walking you to the nearest wall. With your back on the cool surface, he resumes his pounding, lips on your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, biting, sucking, hot breath panting in your face. You take it all, you fucking love him unhinged like this, lost in his mission for release.

“You’re going to come for me, daddy? You’re going to spill inside me?” You prod him, sweating, barely holding onto him.

His face scrunches in exhaustion, those arched brows coming together, transforming his face—your boyfriend, so handsome, so buff, all yours, fucking you against the living room wall of his apartment, his dick deep inside you, spurting his cum in thick, hot strips, straight in your womb, warming you up, making you all sticky and cock hungry.

No one has ever made you act as vulgar as Bang Chan. What he elicits out of you—it’s indescribable; you’d be anything for him, anything he wanted, anything he asked of you. And you have, you’ve never disappointed. His veiny hands squeeze your ass as his thrusts slow down, his breathing extremely labored, what once was slicked back hair now a mess on top of his head, all because of you.

You kiss the chest exposed underneath the suit vest, and wait for him to calm down, for his heart rate to come back to normal, for his mind to stop running, and you whisper to him—come back, come back to me Channie, it’s okay, fuck that was amazing, no one can fuck me like you do, and do you promise?

I swear, daddy. Cross my heart and hope to die. No one.

“I love you, baby girl. I love you like no other.”

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twicearoundthesun · 3 years

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Mina waited patiently outside the preschool, trying to ignore the stares she was getting. That she always got. People weren’t exactly subtle.

No one had ever gotten the guts to walk up to her and ask. Or even just say hi. That was probably the most annoying part. They just stared and whispered to each other about her. About all of them.

But she had to give it to them. They were probably the most alternative family at the school. Six twenty-something year old college students taking care of three three-year-olds. There weren’t exactly picture books made with that in mind.

If they’d only had the balls to ask, she’d tell them. She really would. Nayeon had to take custody of her little sister, Chaeng, following a tragedy that occurred in her Junior year of college. Jeongyeon was the ever-loyal girlfriend completely up for the casual task of raising a child, and hey, Mina, Sana, Jihyo, and Momo were along for the ride, too.

And between the six of them, they managed it. Moved out of school housing, got big-girl apartments and big-girl jobs, picked Chaeyoung up from preschool with her two best friends in the Whole Wide World and took them for ice cream on Fridays, dropped the two extra kiddos off at their foster home before family dinners with six Unnies and one little Chaeng.

Until they started noticing little details about Dahyun and Tzuyu that were… off. Explanations that didn’t really add up, misplaced fear when they got in trouble for something minor. Finally, Jihyo had been bold enough to barge into the foster home when she was dropping them off one day to find the house completely unacceptable. They got the foster home shut down in under twenty-four hours. Mina shuddered at the memory.

And then they had three babies to take care of.

She shifted her weight uncomfortably under the looks she could feel she was getting.

“MINA UNNIE!”

But she couldn’t help the big smile that broke out on her face.

The three of them were running full speed, their teacher chastising them from behind. Chaeyoung reached her first and she picked her up, putting her on her hip and happily greeting the other two.

“Girls!” The teacher yelled.

“I’m sorry, Miss…”

“Mina-‘nie here Miss Choi!” Dahyun’s excited little lisp touched her heart.

“I see that, Dahyun, Mina unnie is here.” The teacher emphasized the word the girl missed. “But that doesn’t mean you can run. You still have to follow the rules. What did we say about taking a nice calm deep breath when everything is too exciting?”

Dahyun pouted, hiding behind Mina’s leg. Mina smiled and put a hand on her back.

“ ’M sorry… ‘M so happy…”

“I’m happy to see you too, Dahyunnie. I’m sorry, Mrs. Choi, we’ll do better next time. Won’t we, girls?”

A chorus of ‘yeah’s and ‘sorry’s rang out. The teacher smiled and thanked them, and wished them a good night.

“Mina unnie! Why are you here?!” Chaeyoung beamed, hugging her again. Mina returned the hug and put her down, crouching to their level.

“I wanted to come surprise you!” Mina slipped her hand into Tzuyu’s and squeezed. “Did you have a fun time at school today, Tzu?”

Tzuyu just smiled and nodded. She was a kid of very few words, which was alright – Dahyun and Chaeyoung talked enough for the three of them. Dahyun took her other hand, and the four of them walked towards the van. She got them all buckled in their carseats and headed home.

Chaeyoung told her all about the kid name Chan who threw up in class today. Out of the three of them, Chaeyoung had the best command of language and it often led to some very rambley stories. Mina tried not to chuckle at the dramatic retelling, since Tzuyu seemed very concerned for him. Dahyun told her a little about finger painting, and Tzuyu even told her a bit about the fire department dog she got to pet at the assembly. She nodded along to all of it, warmth in her heart.

“Very cool, girls. Lets get upstairs and see if your Unnies are home yet.” She pulled into the garage under the apartment building.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon would both be in class for another few hours yet, so she didn’t take them back to their apartment. But Mina figured someone would be in the apartment she shared with Jihyo, Sana, and Momo, since they’d arranged their class schedules to have Fridays off. Sure enough, she opened the door to find Jihyo in the kitchen, already cutting up strawberries into kid-sized bites.

“Jihyo unnie!!”

“Hi girls!” She wiped her hands on the kitchen towel and squatted down as the three ran to her for hugs. “Did you have a good day at pre-school today?”

“Yes! Bang Chan threw up!”

Jihyo met eyes with Mina and tried not to laugh.

“Alright! Sounds like we have to wash our hands really good today. We don’t want Bang Chan’s germs. Come on, Dahyunnie, you first.” She lifted them one by one and held them at the sink long enough for them to scrub their hands clean with warm water to the tune of Jihyo’s hand-washing song. Mina chuckled and started to unpack their shared bag and put their shoes away.

She was digging through a small dirty clothes bag – apparently Dahyun had decided to wear her lunch today rather than eat it – when she felt a little tug on the side of her shirt. Tzuyu stood with puppy dog eyes, hands fidgeting at her sides.

“Hey, little one.” She brushed her hair back. “Everything okay?”

Tzuyu glanced down at the bag, tears in her eyes. “Is Chip there? I think… left him…”

Mina reached down into the backpack and quickly pulled out a little stuffed puppy. “Yes he is! And he told me he missed you.”

Tzuyu nodded and held the toy dog to her chest, looking into his eyes very seriously. “I won’t leave you again, Mr. Potato Chip.” She whispered. The kid was spending way too much time with Nayeon, with all these dramatics.

“I think he forgives you, Tzu.”

Tzuyu nodded, wiping her eyes and turning back to join the other two. Jihyo smiled at her and handed her a bowl. Mina watched her plop down on the floor next to Dahyun, eat a strawberry, and then wipe her hands absentmindedly on the stuffed dog. She sighed, tossing Dahyun’s clothes in the laundry closet, and went to join Jihyo in the kitchen.

“Stopped by the farmer’s market after work. Pasta for dinner. I also bought…” Jihyo dug around a big brown paper bag full of fresh veggies, pulling out a little pastry box. “These.”

“Oooh, Is that from the pop-up bake shop?”

“Shh!” Jihyo shot a glance at the little ones, but they hadn’t heard. “You don’t want to have to share, do you?” she laughed.

Mina covered her mouth, giggling. Jihyo fished out a caramel almond cookie and handed her half.

“What’sth that, Unnie?”

“Vegetables!” Mina grabbed a pepper from the bag, holding it up and hiding the cookie behind her back.

“Gross.” And they went back to playing. Jihyo and Mina laughed.

#baby smc au #ok finally posted the intro post #twice au #jihyo #mina #momo #sana #nayeon #jeongyeon #tzuyu #dahyun #chaeyoung #twice fic #twice headcannon

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skzsauce01 · 4 years

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Cutie Pie

Synopsis: Who’s your secret admirer? Guess you’ll have to unmask him at your academy’s end-of-term ball.

Warning: none

Word Count: 5.1k

Pairing: fem!reader x Bang Chan, best friends Sana and Nayeon

Saturday was the most anticipated day of the week. The academy only allowed mail to be collected on Saturdays, so Jihyo, the unofficial resident adviser, would head down to the mailroom early in the morning and collect all the packages and letters for everyone in the hall. She didn’t need to do such a thing when everyone had access to the mailroom, but it was a passed down ritual from the opening of the girls’ dorm. There would always be a few girls in the common room, waiting for their deliveries of skin products and 3 AM impulse buys. You would know; you were a sucker for a sale, no matter how much money your parents made.

However, this particular Saturday, every single girl was awake at seven o’clock and impatiently waiting for Jihyo to appear. Even you, who had pulled an all-nighter on Thursday to cram study, had let your excited roommate and friend Sana drag you into the common room with no complaints. Despite how exhausted you felt, you wanted to know what the theme of the end-of-term ball was as well.

You yawned and huddled closer to Sana on the plush velvet couch. You wished she would have let you grab your thick comforter before you left. The usually lit fireplace — though more for decoration than actual function — held nothing but ashes, and the big, drafty room was colder than usual. You shivered and mumbled a few choice words to your roommate, who was in too good of a mood to retort back. Luckily, Nayeon, who was on Sana’s other side, threw a section of her own comforter to you, and you gratefully snuggled under it.

“Thank you,” you said, nose already buried by fluffy white fur.

Sana poked your arm. “What do you think the theme is this year?”

You shrugged. You were always bad at guessing. “Winter Wonderland?”

“That’s what we did two years ago!” she shook her head. “Hey, Nayeon. What about you?”

However, before Nayeon could reply, Jihyo entered the room with an armful of boxes. “Mail!” she cheerfully announced.

Normally, girls would descend upon her like a murder of crows to pick up their packages, but everyone stayed still and stared at the rolled up poster at the top of the mail pile. They all watched as she slowly set down the boxes in the middle of the room and eagerly waited for her to say the theme. But Jihyo only grinned and teasingly asked why no one wanted their orders.

“Jihyo! Tell us already!” Momo whined. She raised the pillow she was previously hugging, threatening to throw it at the older girl.

“Okay, okay,” Jihyo smiled. Agonizingly slow, she unrolled the theme announcement poster. “This year’s end-of-term ball is… Midnight Masquerade!”

A wave of gasps and whispers rippled across the room. This was something no one was expecting; more often than not, themes were recycled from the ones twenty years ago. Thrilled by the prospects of daring new outfits and dancing with a boy, the murmurs evolved into full length conversations. You slunk low into your seat while half listening to Sana and Nayeon decide what color to wear. A masquerade, huh? Not only were there now dresses and shoes to discuss, but also masks. Since everyone would be less noticeable wearing them, then maybe…

“Maybe your secret admirer will ask you to the ball!” Sana suddenly said out loud.

“Shh!” you hissed. You quickly scanned the room to make sure no one heard. Fortunately, everyone was engrossed in their own worlds.

Your roommate rolled her eyes. “Who doesn’t know about him at this point? He bought all your leftover apple pies during the Fall Festival.”

“Who could forget?” you said, remembering how fifty apple pies were bought in a single purchase.

You paced the tiny area inside the booth. It was the last day of Fall Fest, and there were still boxes of unbought apple pies. If you didn’t sell them all in an hour, the club would lose money. Not that it really mattered, you thought to yourself, as JYP was a private academy that received exorbitant amounts in donations and tuitions anyway. Surely the student council would allocate some funds for the Astronomy Club. However, the club’s reputation would be hurt, and selling apple pies had been your idea. Being president sucked sometimes.

Seungmin, another board member of the club, soon returned from his break, and you guiltily dumped the task on him. You promised to come back ten minutes before Fall Fest ended, and he merely waved you off. You spent the rest of the time doing your best to steal customers from other food booths, but no one seemed to want gourmet apple pie when there was a lobster food truck around.

When your time was up, you headed back to the booth with a frown and a posture that would have been deemed unacceptable by your mother. To your confusion and delight, there were no more pies left. Seungmin explained that someone purchased all of them on behalf of his employer. He also offhandedly mentioned that the man muttered, “What is that boy going to do with all this?” while handing him the money.

You prodded Seungmin for more answers, but that was all he knew.

“And he sent you that cute card after, too!” Nayeon chimed in.

You received the card the next Saturday after the festival. When you went to check if you got any mail, there was a horde of girls surrounding the coffee table. Momo had an envelope in her hand, and you assumed it was another letter for her from her long distance boyfriend, but to your surprise, Momo herself presented it to you with a flourish. The fancy white envelope had your name inked across the center in rose gold.

“Who is it from?” Dahyun asked, standing on her tiptoes behind you, trying to read over your shoulder.

You carefully opened it and immediately felt heat rushing to your face when you read the simple message on the creamy paper: “I think you’re a cutie pie” followed by a line drawing of an apple pie.

Dahyun had read it out loud, and news that you had a secret admirer spread throughout the academy like a wildfire. Even after a month, no one could even mention pie without a teasing glance in your direction.

“What if he reveals himself to you at the ball?” Jeongyeon stage-whispered. Evidently, no one wanted to talk about dresses anymore when a mysterious boy was involved. “Wouldn’t that be romantic?”

Too flustered by being the center of attention, you didn’t respond. You had to admit, Jeongyeon was right. Six-year-old you would have swooned at the current situation, and bold thirteen-year-old you would have pestered anyone and everyone for more information. Fall Fest you simply kept the note hidden in your desk drawer and secretly reread it. Sana caught you once, and it was embarrassing to say the least.

“Y/N, are you busy then?”

Sana’s words snapped you out of your haze. You looked at her. “Hm?”

“Shopping next Sunday!” she brightly answered. “Nayeon said she’ll drive us!”

So, it was set. You and Sana would meet Nayeon in the common room at 9:30 to check out the new boutique downtown. However, you already had an idea of what you wanted to wear and were starting to draw the design in your head. You made a mental note to call up your favorite fashion house to place an order. You would go shopping for shoes, but the dress and its matching mask was a done deal.

Sana and Nayeon had similar ideas, and the three of you made a promise to each other and yourselves to only focus on accessories though you were sure that pact would be broken the moment you all stepped foot into downtown.

The rest of the week flew by quickly. Amidst doing homework and studying, you chatted with the other students about the masquerade, which was only a month away. Some of the boys started asking girls to the ball with elaborate bouquets, self-composed songs, and in one case, a choreographed dance number. Sana and Nayeon crossed names off their “Who Could Y/N’s Secret Admirer Be?” list with each asking. By Friday night, their list was tacked onto the bulletin board in the common room so other girls could contribute. You stationed yourself on a nearby couch, pretending to be busy typing an essay on your laptop. You were too curious to actually write anything, so instead you watched like a hawk whenever someone even came close to the bulletin board.

“... and Ok Taecyeon,” Dahyun read aloud. “So, it’s not them. How about…” She closed her eyes and jabbed her finger to a random spot. “The wall?”

“Definitely not the wall,” you giggled.

“He’s kind of cute though. Dark blue paint, random fliers.”

You laughed at her as she began cooing at the wall, telling how dashing it looked in dark blue. Dahyun was always trying to make you feel better about the situation. She was the last person to come by for the night, and you begrudgingly headed back to your dorm to go to bed an hour after Dahyun left.

Saturday afternoon you went to check your mail after waking up. The winter coat you ordered arrived on Wednesday, and you desperately needed it now that temperatures were starting to drop. To your surprise, the common room was nearly full, and the commotion turned into silence as you came into view.

“Hey,” you cautiously said. “Did something happen?”

“You got a letter,” was the simple answer.

Like people passing each other buckets of water to put out a fire, the girls passed down the letter to you. You didn’t miss the sly looks that were exchanged. Once the thick envelope was in your hand, a sense of deja vu washed over you. When you glanced down, your name was written in rose gold, in the same loopy calligraphy from the Fall Festival. Your heart fluttered, and you knew why, but the lump of anxiety in your stomach you didn’t understand. Maybe it was because you wanted privacy for such a momentous moment. Maybe it was because you had fifteen pairs of eyes on you.

“What does it say?” Jeongyeon asked, graciously not saying what everyone wanted to know — “Who is it from?”

You might as well get it over with, you reasoned, since everyone would badger you with questions anyway. You lifted the flap, breaking the red wax. You noted that the family coat of arms featured two floppy-eared dogs and branches with rounded leaves. The last letter didn’t have a seal, you remembered. The same cream-colored stationery as before greeted your eyes, and you opened the card with gentle fingers, taking care not to crease it.

Meeting you would be grand. I’ll be waiting with a red rose in hand.

A pressed rose petal decorated the bottom half of the note, and you absentmindedly touched it while trying to slow your racing heart. Your eyes were glued to the message, rereading it over and over again. This was it, your chance to finally meet him. A hint of a smile started to show on your face, and Mina, observant as always, pointed it out.

“Is it something good?” she said, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, hiding your visibly flustered face with the envelope. Cheers erupted throughout the room, Sana being the loudest one of them.

“So, who is it?” Nayeon asked. “Is it BamBam? He’s been acting suspicious lately.”

“Jeongin? He always asks you for help,” Chaeyoung suggested.

You reread the card, searching for a signature, an inside joke, something to indicate the sender. Unfortunately, all you had was the seal, but you recognized none of the elements that would help you narrow down your search.

You showed everyone the broken wax. “Anyone know whose family seal this is?” You handed the envelope to the closest girl, who glanced at it and passed it to the next person.

When it reached Sana, she brought it centimeters away from her eyes, scrutinizing every little detail she could pick out. “It looks familiar, but I don’t know,” she finally said out loud. “I’ll ask around. Okay if I take a picture, Y/N?”

“Please.” You wanted to know who this mystery boy was more than anyone.

The envelope came back to you, and you carefully tucked the card inside. The crowd started to thin out as girls started to head back to their rooms or out of the dorms. So did you.

Once inside your room, the package that held your much needed winter coat was left discarded at the foot of your bed. With shaky hands, you reopened both the cards you had received from your secret admirer. You traced the words with a trembling finger, feeling the imprints made by the fountain pen, marvelling at how elegant his handwriting was. It was written by someone with a firm hand and a delicate touch, you imagined. Someone who was deliberate and kind and…

You shook your head. There was no sense in projecting your hopes of him on him, especially since you didn’t even know who he was.

Yet with only a slight feeling of embarrassment and some guilt, you lifted the stationery to your nose in a poor attempt to sniff out his cologne. All you smelled was expensive paper, and your whole body heated up when you realized how shameless you were a mere two seconds ago. Thank goodness Sana was busy and had no chance of bursting in.

You hid both letters inside your desk and opened your package, pretending that the past five minutes didn’t happen. The whole day was like that, pretending that you were cool, calm, collected when you really had the energy equivalent of five cups of black coffee coursing through your veins.

Sana came back with no new answers. At night, you drifted in and out of sleep, wondering who he was and how he would reveal himself to you.

As decided, you and Sana met up with Nayeon in the common room at 9:30 the following day. You yawned, regretting not taking any melatonin before you went to bed; you were tired from hours of unrestful sleep. Luckily, Nayeon, the driver, was in a much better state than you.

“I asked BamBam yesterday,” she said as she pulled out of the parking lot, “and he says it’s not him. I asked about his seal, and his is completely different.”

“He could be lying. What if he used someone else’s seal to trick Y/N?” Sana gasped.

“But why would he even do that? There wasn’t any seal on the first letter I got,” you replied. “It’s probably just a hint.”

“Ah! So he wants you to know who he is but is too shy to say it outright!” Sana declared. “But someone has to know. Is it too much if I post an ad in JYPaper?”

“Yes.” The school newspaper had many readers, and you didn’t want to be known as The Girl with the Secret Admirer again. “I don’t think they even allow things like that. We have at least three weeks to figure out who he is anyway.”

“Killjoy,” Sana pouted.

Soon, the three of you arrived in front of the boutique. As expected, the promise to buy only accessories for the masquerade was broken when Nayeon spotted an emerald green dress with lace details.

“Maybe I’ll wear this instead,” she wondered out loud. Before any of you could stop her, she grabbed it off the rack and brought it to the register, not even bothering to check the size.

You and Sana shared looks before heading over to the display of shoes. A cursory glance told you that none of them would match your dress the way you wanted. Despite that, you tried on a silver heel bedazzled with possibly real diamonds as Sana selected a black velvet pump. Nayeon returned with a brand new bag with the boutique’s name emblazoned on the front.

It was a similar experience at the other stores the three of you later visited. At least one of you would buy an unneeded item, while the main purpose of buying shoes for the masquerade was forgotten. The topic of your secret admirer, however, was not as lucky. At the end of the day, you had learned far too much about the Hwang family’s supposed seal, and Nayeon’s trunk was filled with shopping bags of various sizes and multicolored tissue paper. No progress was made.

“Y/N,” Sana started, her voice in an uncharacteristic lilt that typically meant she was going to ask for a favor, “can you take my bags too? Chan says he’s free now, and I want to ask him about the seal.”

“Can’t you just do it over text? I bet Chan wouldn’t mind,” you said. You threaded the handles of as many bags as you could through your arms. “You bought so many things.”

“If I do it in person, I’ll know if he’s lying or not.”

“He’s on the student council,” Nayeon pointed out. “We voted for him because he’s honest and trustworthy.”

“Please? He’s my friend, and I haven’t talked to him in ages,” she tried. For some strange reason, you couldn’t help but feel that it was a flimsy excuse for her not to take her fifteen bags back to the dorms.

“I’m your friend too,” you huffed. Despite your show of annoyance, you grabbed one of her bags as well. The last time she and Chan spoke face-to-face was two weeks ago, which was ‘ages’ since they usually had dinner together at least twice a week. “Fine. But he better know something useful.”

Sana lit up and eagerly waved goodbye. You called after her, “You’re treating me to dinner tomorrow!”

Nayeon added, “Me too!” as she picked up a black bag with gold ribbons for handles.

After three trips back and forth, Nayeon’s car was finally empty. Sana still had not returned, so the two of you went to the dining hall for a late night snack. Nayeon checked the “Who Could Y/N’s Secret Admirer Be?” list and read off the names still not crossed off.

(Apparently, Jeongyeon had created a spreadsheet and shared it with all the girls, so the list could be updated in real time. You were both surprised and not surprised at this news.)

“What about Felix?” she suggested. She flashed her phone screen at you, and Lee Felix had no strikethrough. “He’s a new transfer, so maybe that’s why no one recognizes the seal. Or maybe he doesn’t have a seal.”

You shrugged, more focused on the cheese platter on a nearby table. “Maybe,” you said, loading your plate with delicious morsels.

Nayeon mumbled something about your disinterest when food was in front of you, but she did the same. Chaeyoung, seated in a booth near a window with her own plate of cheese and crackers, waved you over.

“Rumor has it that your secret admirer is Lee Felix,” she said, forgoing a greeting.

Right beside you, Nayeon hissed, “See! I was right!”

“Someone saw him with some red roses last week, and your card did have a rose petal on it,” she continued. She nibbled on a small block of cheese as she looked for your reaction.

You chewed on your bottom lip. Was it really him? Was Lee Felix your secret admirer? You only knew him by a string of associations — Chan’s friend. Sana’s friend’s friend. He was pretty cute, you admitted.

“Maybe,” you replied, already thinking about his sharp jawline and the dusting of freckles across cheeks. “But only three more weeks until I find out.”

Sana had been acting strangely recently. She had started asking lots of specific questions about things you liked in guys. While you would have normally brushed this aside as Sana being Sana, she would follow up with questions like, “What do you think of this quality in a boyfriend?” Your answers were noncommittal, but she always smiled far too innocently and typed it on her phone. When your star-embroidered dress and its matching mask for the ball had arrived, a hint of a grin had appeared on her face. Then she had squealed, “He’ll love it!” and immediately clasped a hand over her mouth, like she had just told a huge secret. During the latest shopping trip with her and Nayeon — where you finally found a pair of heels you liked — Sana had smirked when the three of you unexpectedly ran into Chan and Felix, also shopping for the ball.

“Is it Lee Felix?” you asked moments after the boys were out of earshot.

She pretended not to hear you. “Hey, Nayeon, what do you think of that dress over there?”

You frowned, debating whether this meant it was Felix was not Felix. But it was clear that she knew something.

Weeks passed, and there was no new information about who your admirer could be. Much to your disappointment, Sana kept her lips sealed and tactfully changed topics whenever the masquerade was brought up.

Now that everyone was getting ready for the masquerade, she was dancing about you, deciding where to best place the decorative pins in your hair. You were fine with the situation earlier since you were waiting for Momo to finish Dahyun’s makeup, but Dahyun had been long gone.

“Here! No, here!” Sana selected a new location, deemed it not perfect, and took out the pin.

Momo, who had been patiently waiting to start on your makeup for a solid five minutes, gave you a sympathetic smile. “Sana, are you close to done yet?” she asked. “We’re going to be even later than we are now.”

“But she has to look perfect! She’s about to meet her secret admirer!”

The few girls present in the common room — where Momo had set up for the night — murmured in agreement.

Sighing, you snatched the handful of pins away from her and stuck them artfully into your curls. Or as artfully as you could in five seconds. It didn’t matter; they were shaped like stars, so they would look nice anyway. “There. Hair, check.”

After makeup was complete, Nayeon carefully tied your masquerade mask back, and Tzuyu held up a mirror for you. With Momo’s handiwork and half of your face covered, you barely recognized yourself. Your heart raced at the discovery; would he recognize you then? The letters he sent rested on your lap, and you absentmindedly touched the broken wax seal.

“All ready to go!” Sana cheerfully said. She pulled you up from your chair and linked arms with you. “Let’s find out who he is.”

Would it be Lee Felix, the top candidate among the girls, or someone who had gone by unnoticed? You gripped your skirts tighter in anticipation, and Sana slapped your wrist away in fear that you would wrinkle the fabric.

Downstairs, the ballroom was packed. Nayeon opened the double doors with bravado, and dozens of eyes looked in your direction. You thought everyone with their masks on looked like great horned owls staring you down, and you self-consciously adjusted yours, to Nayeon’s chagrin.

“What do I do?” you whispered to yourself. All the onlookers had returned to their own business, and you followed your friends through the crowd. “How do I even find him in all this?”

Nayeon had great hearing. “Red rose, remember?” she said. The baroque music nearly drowned out her answer. “He’s waiting with a red rose.”

“We’ll meet you by the punch table!” Sana shouted, already disappearing into the throngs of people. She grabbed Nayeon by the elbow, and you were left alone.

Stricken by the fact that you had no idea what to do and that your friends had basically ditched you, you stood in place. The letters were hidden in the folds of your skirt, and you repeatedly tapped on the sharp corner of the envelope to calm your anxiousness. You had imagined a Cinderella-like reveal, where the crowd would part and your prince would be waiting on the other end of the ballroom. Then he would reveal himself, and the two of you would dance the night away. Though in hindsight, the current situation was much more likely to happen.

You scanned the room, looking for any sign of red. Ties, dresses, masks, but not a single flower. Why was red such a popular color for masquerades?

“Y/N?” you heard to your left.

Eyes wide, you turned in that direction, only to see a boy with a rose in hand talking to a girl with a midnight blue feathered mask. Dahyun, you realized. Dahyun laughed and shook her head before pointing in your direction. Her and her eagle eyes, you gratefully thought.

The next part felt like a dream. Like a princess from a story, you picked up your skirts and walked up to him. It was him who was frozen in place now as you neared him. The background blurred as you focused solely on him, surreptitiously studying the exposed part of his face. His black mask blocked you from seeing his eyes, but the embarrassed smile was familiar.

“Hi,” he breathed, holding out the rose to you.

Heart beating, you took it and replied, “Hi.” After a beat, you blurted out, “Who are you?”

The smile turned into a grin, and you felt your cheeks growing hotter as you realized that his grin was just for you. Oh, he was cute. Or the lower half of his face was at least. “Don’t recognize me?”

“Should I?” You checked the broken seal on the second letter. Was there a secret message on there that you missed or something? It was still the floppy-eared dogs and what you learned from Jihyo’s research was eucalyptus branches.

“Wow, Sana actually didn’t tell you?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought she would have.”

“Sana? What does she have to do with this?”

“She’s a mutual friend of ours. She’s one of my closest friends too. We’ve known each other for years.”

Then, it all dawned upon you. Sana, who thought the seal looked familiar, who wanted to speak to an old friend in person, who looked like she had been hiding a secret from you during the past three weeks. Sana, who had fussed over your appearance, who left you in the center of the ballroom for no real reason.

“Chan?” you whispered.

“Yeah. Are you disappointed?”

“No! I’m just surprised! I didn’t think that— Everyone thought it would be Felix, so I… kind of believed it…”

“If you want to dance with Felix, then I can get him for you,” he quietly offered, his face falling.

You caught his sleeve before he could turn away, and you didn’t miss his shocked expression when you quickly said, “No! I want to dance with you. Really.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to—”

“Yes, I’m sure. Please stay.”

You loosened your own mask and let it hang around your neck. Suddenly you felt shy now that all of your face was showing. You vaguely knew Chan from years of being friends with Sana, but this was a completely new experience and feeling.

“You look really beautiful,” he softly said. “I like the stars on your dress and in your hair.”

“You look handsome too,” you shyly replied. Sensing a possible awkward lull in the conversation, you asked, “So… why did you think Dahyun was me?”

He groaned and looked away. The tips of his ears matched the flower you were holding. “Sana told me your dress was dark blue, and Dahyun’s was blue as well.”

You smiled, remembering Dahyun loudly announcing that the common room wall was her date and that she would be matching with it for the ball.

“Did she tell you that I would be waiting here, too? She and Nayeon ditched me here.”

“Yeah,” he admitted. With a sudden burst of confidence, he stepped forward, his hands hovering around your waist. “She told me a lot of things, but especially about you.”

“Like what?” You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck, and he jumped but pulled you closer nonetheless. The two of you began to sway to the music. “That I wake up in the afternoon on the weekends and she hates it because she has to tiptoe around?”

He laughed, and the lines around his eyes crinkled. “Yes, but other things as well. That you like stars and that you stayed up late to help her study for an exam even though you pulled an all nighter the night before.”

“Oh?” You remembered it, but you didn’t think she told anyone.

“Yeah. She made you sound unreal. I checked out the Astronomy Club booth in Fall Fest to meet you myself, but I got shy. You looked really pretty that day,” he added, making you blush. “And then I heard you and Seungmin talking about how many pies you guys had left, so I decided to help out.”

“By buying all of them.”

“Yeah. Kind of a stupid idea, now that I think about.”

“You definitely got my attention.” You rested your head on his shoulders and felt him sharply inhale. He relaxed soon after, and you continued with, “I couldn’t stop thinking about your card for weeks.”

“And I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he quietly replied, earning yet another blush from you.

He leaned closer, and you felt a breath get hitched in your throat until he whispered, “Not to alarm you or anything, but everyone’s watching us.”

A quick peek was all you needed to confirm his words. Dahyun was still lingering around, and Sana miraculously showed up, looking like the cat who swallowed the canary. Seungmin looked like he was giving Chan overly enthusiastic thumbs-ups.

“Do you wanna still wanna dance?” he mumbled. The music was loud enough that no one would be able to hear, but it was something intimate in a scene where the two of you were being gawked.

“Come with me,” you said.

“To wh— Oh!”

You slithered out of his hold and led him by the wrist through the crowd of onlookers to a more secluded spot near one of the giant windows in the hallway. Groups of people parted for you like the fairy tale scene you had imagined earlier. With your skirts flowing back and a handsome boy behind you, it certainly felt like a fairy tale. Once the two of you were alone, you leaned against the wall and looked up at him.

“So, who exactly is the guy beneath the mask?” you ask, pointing at him with the rose. “I wanna know more about him since he already knows so much about me.”

He pushed his mask up to his neatly combed hair and smiled at you, full dimples on display, galaxies in his eyes. “Just someone who thinks you’re a cutie pie.”

~ ad.gray

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A Love That Last│Bang Chan

A Love That Lasts │ Chapter Ⅰ

Synopsis: You’ve spent the last two years, helping your very handsome next door neighbor raise his adorable daughter. The two of you fell into a routine before you knew it. And now you had this little family. You couldn’t help but fall for him.

Genre: Parent!Au, Dad!Bang Chan, Fluff, Nonidol!Au, smut in a later chapter

Word Count: 1k

You were coming off of a twenty-four-hour shift at the hospital, and nothing made you happier than finally being able to sleep in your bed. You stopped by your favorite restaurant before heading home, making sure to grab a large bowl of kimchi soup, fried chicken, and a case of beer. After back to back surgeries, and deal with co-running the ER with your irritating co-worker you needed a nice break.

Balancing all of the food in your hands, you climbed the stairs and walked by your neighbor’s doors. “I got dinner~” you chimed, kicking it lightly, before opening your own door, next do it. You set the food down on the table, and your backpack by the door. Before you could even stretch your bones you felt a rush at your legs as your neighbor’s adorable daughter ran in behind you, hugging you tight.

“You’re home!!” she cheered, with the brightest smile. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too Dollface” you kneeled down, pulling her in a warm hug. “You give the best hugs” you cooed.

“I’m so glad you’re home, I was afraid I was gonna have to eat what Daddy cooked” she groaned, exaggeratedly sticking her tongue out.

Chan scoffed, leaning on your doorway. “Hey! I’ll have you know my dinner would have been delicious”

“Sure Daddy” she teased before whispering at you “It was burnt”

You snorted, trying your best to hide your laughter. Seeing the offense on Chan’s face you covered your mouth. “I-I’m sorry” you giggled “But I smelled it when I walked past your door.”

“Well if you two are quite done roasting me, I’d like to have dinner” Chan clapped his hands.

You smoothed down Minseo’s curly hair. “I’m gonna change out of my scrubs, I’ll be right back” You walked into your bedroom, washing your face and staring into your mirror trying to collect yourself from just how handsome Chan looked. It really wasn’t fair for him to look that attractive at this time of night. He honestly had to do the bare minimum to get you going. His messy hair, sweatpants low on his lips, that stupidly attractive dimpled smile. You groaned splashing your face again.

Two years ago when Chan moved into the vacant apartment next door with his three-year-old daughter you thought it was a silver lining in your love life. He was breathtakingly handsome, with the cutest dimples, and the shyest smile. He was single and just trying to navigate parenthood with his daughter. Chan worked hard to give her the world, but he was in way over his head. And there was something about watching him and his friends try to raise her that made you help out.

One favor turned into another, and before you knew it, a companionship was formed. You grew to love Minseo like she was your own. And there was something about pursuing Chan romantically that just felt wrong. You two were friends, and if it didn’t work out romantically then it could make the friendship awkward. It would make it weird for Minseo. She had become accustomed to your routine, and kids were sensitive to a routine so why ruin it? At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

The attraction just remained unspoken.

There was always something there, but neither of you were willing to take the jump and risk it. And you would rather be something in Chan’s life, then risk losing it and being no one in his life.

So for now, this was enough.

You walked out of your bedroom, smiling at your makeshift family. It wasn’t yours to keep, but for now, you could at least enjoy borrowing it.

Minseo beamed up at you, a chicken leg in one hand and kimchi sauce on her cheek. “Our pajamas match!” she gestured toward the red plaid matching top and bottoms that she wore.

Seeing that beautiful smile you knew that you never wanted to do anything that risked losing it. You giggled smooshing her cheeks playfully. “We do match~”

“Daddy got you those for Christmas!” she chimed.

“He did!” you laughed. “Too bad he never wears his~” You sat down next to her, cleaning her face with a napkin and looking at Chan “How was work?”

“Long” he chuckled leaning on his hand, watching you two. A smile never leaving his face. He always loved seeing how bright his daughter got when she was with you, and how that brightness was always mirrored. It was so genuine and warm. “My new client really likes the album so far, we should be able to wrap it up soon”

“Are you remembering to sleep?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out that shy giggle. “Ah, you know me I get restless when I have things to do”

You frowned. “You need sleep” you scolded him before winking “Don’t make me confiscate your to-do list, and tuck you in myself.” His ears began to warm as he looked away shyly. His daughter chiming about how he’s in trouble. “I’m serious Chris, Doctor’s orders”

“I’ll be more mindful, I promise” he smiled bashfully.

After dinner the three of you settle down with a kids movie on Netflix, Chan falling asleep within the first twenty minutes, and Minseo getting so close to seeing the end but she just couldn’t ride out the last ten minutes. You smiled to yourself, gently running your hands through her hair. “What am I gonna do with you two?” Chan’s head resting against your shoulder as he took in gentle breaths, Minseo bundled between the two of you, her little arms wrapped around your arm and the plush blanket.

The credits for the movie ran all the way though and you’d been staring at the Netflix main menu for almost twenty minutes. You tried to bring yourself to attempt to get up. But it was just so warm. Both of them were tangled against you and and the blanket. You looked down at him Chan’s face smooshed against your shoulder, you being close enough to see the tiniest dusting of freckles against his nose or how his cheek dimpled as he moved his mouth. Minseo’s tiny face mirroring his features with those same little freckles, dimple, and pouty lips.

But you couldn’t keep them here forever.

“Hey...wake up sleepy head” you cooed at Chan, your fingers gently grazing his scalp.

He sighed happily “Mmm that feels so good please don’t stop” He watched you sleepily, a lazy smile on his lips. “Did I fall asleep?”

Did he really have to look at you like that? His expression was so open, candid, it disarmed you, and captivated you. There was just something about that little smile, that mischievous twinkle in his eye. Did he really not realize how it made your stomach do this little flip? “You were out like a light” you giggled, continuing to scratch his scalp; Loving how his smile grew.

“In my defense I feel like you put on the most boring movie”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. All I’m seeing is that you took a two hour nap” you grinned watching him stand up. You gently moved Minseo from your arms into his. He propped her up against his hip as she buried her tired face in his chest.

“Hmmm why do I have a feeling you did that on purpose?” he smirked

“Now, Chris. I’m not a magician” you quirked your brow. “But I am armed with hundreds of movies on Netflix Kids and I will use them on you if I have to” you winked at him.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time” he chuckled, walking toward the door.

It wasn’t that Chan hated sleeping, he was just restless. Growing up he was always struck with inspiration in the middle of the night, and as a young parent, he couldn’t exactly rest knowing his daughter may wake up in the middle of the night and need him. There just wasn’t times that he felt comfortable to sleep. He survived on napping well enough but you were one of the few people that completely disarmed him. That he could relax enough long enough to sleep.

You walked him the eight feet it took to get to his door, whispering a good night to Minseo before kissing her hair. You pouted cupping her little cheeks, one last time. “She’s so cute” you smiled smoothing down her dark hair. “And you” you peaked up at Chan with a pout “Please get some more sleep tonight, preferably another six hours” you looked at him, with pleading eyes.

“I’ll give it a shot” he opened his door, ready to walk in but stopped to look at you again. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Just some chores in the morning but then I’m free, what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to come to the park with us” he smiled. “Minseo said she missed you”

“Only Minseo?” you raised a brow.

“And... Me too...” he gave you a bashful look, doing that nervous little giggle of his.

“I’d love to go” you grinned. “Goodnight Chris, see you tomorrow”

“Goodnight” he closed the door between you and sighed against the door.

Yeah, he had a crush on you. And he wasn’t going to deny it. Waking up to your beautiful face watching him, his daughter in both your arms. It was like a dream come true. But the fact that he thought you were way out of his league and you two had a delicate friendship. He just didn’t have the courage to chance ruining your relationship.

This was good enough… Wasn’t it?

To be continued...

Chapter II

Hey Friends! ヾ(＾∇＾)

I couldn’t help myself D: I have such a kink for parent AU’s and boy I’d be lying if I said Dad!Chan didn’t get me going. I'm also planning on making this a 5 part story I’m aiming to upload daily.

And ever since Chan pointed out his freckles on the v-live I can’t stop mentioning it

If you guys like it please let me know! :3 your words always encourage me also if you’d liked to be tagged in future parts let me know <3

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hhjs · 4 years

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the art of losing isn't hard to master. (though it may look; like disaster).

pairing. ⤳ bang chan x reader.

genre. ⤳ angst.

alternatively. ⤳ a mystery trope. :3

word count ⤳ 2.07k

note ⤳ sorry for the long title hah. this is inspired by jaurim's song 'twenty five, twenty one.' and the title is a quotation from elizabeth bishop's poem 'one art'.

"I don’t want to see you again."

Chan knows you don't mean it, not even one bit. From the way the sentence comes out all shaky, the way you're pretending to stare off into space in sudden contemplation when really you just didn't want him to see you tear up.

But it still hurts.

It hurts so much that he almost regrets breaking up with you, finds himself wanting to take the words back as swiftly as he'd uttered them in the intimate setting of your favourite café.

Almost. If he says something now, he can taken it all back. Just one word. An explanation. And he can gone back to basking in the warmth of your affection in that selfish manner that he always did.

He doesn't, though, he can't.

Not when he was starting to notice just how absorbed you were becoming with your relationship, minimising your own priorities to make sure the bond lasted, giving up applying to your dream college because it meant you'd be moving away from him.

Sure, it sounded like some heroic bullshit sacrifice in his head, like something infuriating drama protagonists do - but there was not a speck of doubt in him pertaining to the department of seeing you happy.

Even if it had come to this.

Even if losing you was the expense he had to incur to get you to love yourself more than you loved him.

Chan, however, doesn't tell you that. Knowing how stubborn you are, you'll certainly not let go without a fight.

It's easier this way, he thinks, if instead he says he can't do it anymore - and lets you believe it.

"Okay." He says, finally finding his voice and these words, he really means it, "Anything for you."

...

It's the sheer irony that baffles him.

There was a time when Minho used to mock Chan about keeping blind faith in settling down with you, pointing out that, even if it was through harmless banter, it was an absurd thing to want out of a highschool sweetheart.

And the former is also the first one to stop beating about the bush, to tell it as it is, "You're a fucking asshole." Minho says, plopping down beside him. He sounds more disappointed than angry.

A movie plays on before the pair and Minho wastes no time in stuffing his face with popcorn, flaunting that he had no intention of explaining his comment, as if it is just that obvious.

Chan remains silent, baffled by the fact that this the first time he's on the receiving end. He usually acts as the one who dishes out words of wisdom and scoldings when necessary.

When he heard you were going away for college just the next morning, he was both ecstatic and horrified. Ecstatic because things were going according to plan. Horrified because that meant he wouldn't be seeing you at all, even if chancing upon you had grown obviously less frequent than it had been when you were together. It meant he wouldn't find you lounging absently at a local café while your eye brows furrowed, fixated on a particular page, it meant that there would be no accidental brushing of shoulders when you'd end up going to Jisung's parties, it would mean completely falling off of your radar.

However, Minho's outburst acted as a vague consolation, albeit he understood it was wrong, it indicated that you weren't doing well either, it indicated that you missed him like he missed you, it meant that you still loved him.

The idea of forever and always had been embedded in his ideology too deeply to apply reason.

He is always going to love you, you are always going to love him. He knows that much. He believes that much.

That alone is enough. That has always been enough.

...

It's too early in the morning and he is positive that this is an abysmal decision.

But the little care he had for rationality, always in your department was not new.

You push a suit case out of the door, there is an Uber waiting, the sound of rain hitting pavement is at such great volume that he can hardly hear his rapid footsteps.

When you crane your neck his direction, Chan stops walking further, but he is too near to go unnoticed.

"W-What are you doing here?" The question comes from you. He notes that you almost sound...hopeful. Like you would go right back in and snuggle into the comfort of your covers if he asked, like you'd forgive him if he asked, like you'd love him despite the distance that'd keep you apart if he asked.

Chan doesn't ask.

"I just... wanted to see you off." He lies, it's taking a whole lot of self restraint to not go up to you to engulf you in his bone crushing hugs, to uproot you off of the security of your toes. He only seems to stare, feigning nonchalance.

The I'm sorry, the truth, sits atop the tip of his tongue and he inwardly promises that he'll tell you someday.

...

Chan doesn't, of course, anticipate this.

When he finally conjures up the courage to send you a follow request after bashfully asking for your username and twiddling his thumbs over your Instagram icon, the acceptance and follow back request notifications almost reduces him to a giddy child who was allowed to watch cartoons way past their bedtime. The unanticipated pleasure that comes with getting something you had no expectations whatsoever of getting.

What is more shocking, he notes, is just how much your life has changed;

or at least, seems to have changed.

There are endless photos, shots of bright neon tones of a typical college party where you're holding up a solo cup to the air and grinning big enough that your eyes are closed, Chan smiles at this.

His enjoyment is, although, quite transient when another pop up in his notification bar reminds him that you've made your most recent post just a few seconds prior.

Curiously, Chan scrolls upwards, careful not to accidentally like any old photos.

This picture is different, the premise is a concert of some sort, he can tell from the banners, the condensed congregations of people around you, mouths awkwardly paused in uttering lyrics - the disturbing part, is the long, bleached blonde stranger behind you, his gangly arms looped over your chest, your back pressed against his front, while his chin is propped up onto the gap between your neck and shoulder. There is no caption.

You look the happiest here. He knows this. The familiar childish glow of your face whenever he'd crack a dumb pun was etched vividly into his memory.

Uncharacteristically, Chan finds himself putting down the phone on the table so Jisung would notice and elaborate without him asking.

And his endeavour is satisfied, "Oh, that's Hyunjin." Jisung explains, before rolling his eyes when Chan kept looking at him to say more, "They're just friends."

It’s only when Chan lets his breath go, does he realise that he was holding it all along.

...

"Long time, eh?" You smile at him, it's an easy, carefree smile, not the tight lipped ones you'd shoot his way weeks after the breakup. That elicits a weird feeling in Chan, he wants to understand why, know what brought this change.

Were you just that happy to see him? Did you remember that your first date was also on a New Year's Day, just like today? Or was he just lingering in the past, all alone?

Even though Hyunjin's invitation to the party was a nuisance, his delayed presence sparked a hopeful event for Chan, now that you were home for the holidays, he needed a proper chance to finally tell you all that he was holding back and do anything, everything to make up for it.

He imagined all the stories from those photos on your feed, musing over your brief conversations through DMs but back in his room, with a blanket pulled to your chin, while he threw a free leg around your waist.

Chan nods slowly, rummaging through the snack shelves. "Yeah. I can't believe it's been a year already." He prepares a mental conversation in his head as he finally secures a bag of Lays.

You smile slowly, looking down at your chipped nails, "Me neither."

In the living room, a loud pop song is playing, the two of you divorced from everyone, a countdown almost commencing.

From behind the kitchen counter, Chan opens his mouth to ask you about something but can't remember what, the last ten seconds rolling to ten, nine, eight, seven -

"I've been looking everywhere for you." A foreign voice comes but the stranger, on the contrary, is not unrecognisable.

His hair is the same long blonde, he's tall, his eyes are hooded but bright with kiddish excitement, his mouth naturally pouted. And when he says this sentence to you, your face, almost immediately, lights up.

The dramatic exclamation is exaggerated with sets of long flailing arms, Chan wants to roll his eyes at the cheesiness, had it not made you laugh.

You only get to turn your body partially before Hyunjin walks over to your position, he cups your face with one hand and the other traverses to the curve of your waist, pulling you flush against him. It's as if you've completely forgotten about him, as if you're the only two people in the world and Chan, a wistful member of the audience merely permitted to have the luxury to watch.

It is then that Chan realises that Jisung was definitely misinformed. Friends don't do this, friends don't look at each other like this. six, five, four, (But he can't look away, can't look away because he has to face the music, bite the bullet, to accept it for what it is. The spectacle is only but a morbid reminder of how taking people for granted always proves to be fruitless.)

Three, two, one,

"Happy New Year." Hyunjin's mouth moves with brief soundless words, he looks like the happiest man in the world and there's not a doubt he is, with you...

And when he kisses you like that, it's anything but perfect, he keeps grinning against your mouth like he can't believe this is happening.

The lonesome spectator senses himself thinking that you've never looked a fraction of happy with him as you do with Hyunjin.

Every sound falls back into muteness, all but the ringing in Chan's ears. Every planned syllable deems his tongue to a limping, incoherent mess. He bites it down.

All Chan understands is -

there is no going back from this.

..."You know I never told you." You hold up your fingers to his face, there's a giant indent of a wedding ring against the skin. The ornament catches light and glints.

Chan hums, finding that he was just as enamoured with your smile. After all this time. "Told me what?" He asks, eyes flitting behind your head to see Hyunjin picking out your favourite drink in a memorised fashion, a matching accessory banded around his finger as he points to a menu displayed above. It's only a matter of minutes.

You giggle, as though it's the silliest thing in entire the universe, the equivalent of admitting you used to believe you'd grow a tree inside your tummy if you swallowed apple seeds, "This is going to sound stupid."

You look downright embarrassed when you press your palms against your face and gaze at him through the gaps of your fingers, then rest them back on the table, "Don't get me wrong..like, of course it hurt, at first. And I was so angry at you..." you chuckle, embarrassed, " But if we never broke up, I can't imagine where I'd be right now...if it wasn't for you I don't think I'd be the person I am today." You explain lightheartedly, it's time and familiarity that makes bringing this topic up so easy. Like it means nothing at all. "So I guess I just wanted to say...thanks?"

Chan smiles, a genuine smile, even if it has a melancholic quality to it, all he ever wanted...really was for you to be happy. And you are. Most certainly.

So he doesn't tell you more, doesn't tell you about almosts and rain hitting pavements and forever and always.

But he reaches out and pats your knuckles and says - because he means it the same still, "Anything for you."

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lordseochangbin · 4 years

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Heart Stop: Runner’s High (1)

A/N: New series because I really like writing series now? Yes. This was supposed to be on Wattpad only but a few moots requested for it to be on here and It makes me happy thinking you guys are going to read so thank you <3

Word Count: 1.6k (Like I said.. meant for Wattpad kdfjskdfsk)

Heart-stop: A condition known to two lovers once they have met their one true soulmate and will look no further.

“You’re acting up again Chris, stop it” You gritted your teeth, hands bunching up the ends of your dress to keep your sanity together.

“Who are you talking to?” Hyunjin asks, looking at you and proceeding to eat his sandwich.

“My heart, it’s doing that stupid thing again” He gasps mid-bite into his sandwich surprisingly, jumping up on his feet and frantically pulling out your heart rate monitor from your backpack.

“SHIT ITS A HEART ATTACK” Hyunjin shrieks, pulling the monitor closer to you and you pull back. “No, no Hyunjin it’s fine it’s just-”

“SHUT UP YOU'RE HAVING A HEART ATTACK” When he clasps the wristwatch around your wrist you roll your eyes. You should have never told Hyunjin about your condition.

“Y/N I swear to god your mom said if you feel anything weird I have to check-” A beep comes from your wrist and you watch Hyunjin as his fearful expression disappears. “Oh, you’re just fine” He says, collapsing down next to you and clutching his hand to his chest. “Thank god, I got seriously worried”

“Hyunjin, you’re such a drama queen. Chris and I are used to it at this point- don’t worry”

“Why did you name it Chris anyways?”

You scoff at his question, “Are you not aware of the hottest most amazing most talented most beautiful most sexiest Australian on this planet?”

Hyunjin smirks at you as a pack of swimmers run by, raising his eyebrows at the tall blonde as the boy laughs with his group of friends. “Is it Ch-”

“Chris Hemsworth, duh Hyunjin” You say, completely ignoring his gestures and picking up his sandwich.

“You’re not going to eat that are you?” Hyunjin says as you dust off the part of the bread that touched the ground.

“I made this sandwich for you, I deserve it” You smile, watching as Hyunjin looks at you in disgust.

“Ugh, your behavior sometimes y/n”

»»————-　♡　————-««

MJ’s university was one of the most top ranking universities in all of Korea. It held high standings in all sports and academics as well as in music. At first, you wanted to go to school with your best friends Seungmin and Jeongin but after MJ gave you a full scholarship to join the school your mother forced you to.

Luckily Hwang Hyunjin was in the same shoes as you were, his dancing abilities were top-notch, winning awards and recognition. But that was never what he wanted, to grow popular and famous. He just wanted to be an ordinary student, so he hung out with normal people- like you. At least that’s the way you saw it.

“You’re not going to the swim meet today?” Hyunjin asked, throwing an arm around your shoulder as you walked off the Campus’s entrance. “You know I don’t go to those things, it’s mafia night with the boys again. Are you coming?”

Hyunjin clicked his tongue before responding, “I can’t make it, but beware of Felix. He’s tricky”

You laugh to yourself remembering the last time you guys played, Felix cheated during the entire game and knew everyone’s roles.

“Alright, have fun watching men pretend to be fishes” You wave off, Hyunjin waving in response before a large group of girls holding posters and wolf plushies could come swarming in.

“BANG CHAN BEST LEADER” They all chanted, running past you and causing you to drop your books. Your jaw dropped in silence as papers flew out from between pages, your notes now scattered on the cement floor.

“Bang chan best leader” you mocked in a girl-like tone, picking up your books and fixing the notes before one paper could fly away.

You looked up to catch the paper as it flew past the wind, the sun blinding your view as the paper leaves your sight only to be caught by a tall figure.

“That’s right, ‘Bang Chan best leader’” He said, handing the paper into your hands.

“O-oh, thank you” You stuttered, taking the papers from his hand. Without a response, he simply left you sitting on the concrete ground, your knees starting to ache. Brown hair, squirrel-like features. He was cute. You wanted to follow him inside.

But mafia. :(

»»————-　♡　————-««

Twenty-two years of hard work and practice made what the teenager (basically Stays) would call “Best Leader Bang Chan”. He was the captain of MJ University’s swim team and also a member of a company taking swimmers to the Olympics.

“C’mon man, you got it mann” Jisung said sarcastically, trying to cheer his friend up as he slumped against the lockers.

“Who are these amateurs Jisung? Don’t they know I’m going to win anyways?” Chan said, scrolling through his phone.

Jisung threw out a hand for Bang Chan to get up, “But they want to see you win, just do it Chan” Bang Chan threw on a pout before his mother could come in, “C’mon Chan” She rushed in, throwing him his swimsuit that was on the ground. “Get ready!”

Jisung eyed Chan as he walked over to get changed, hoping that Chan would be in a good mood for the rest of the day considering he practiced during lunch.

When he came out Jisung reached out to Chan as he walked by. “Good luck hyung”

Chan walked out of the lockers, tossing a towel across his shoulder as his mom followed beside him.

“Remember Chan. The scouts for Olympics are here today”

Chan rolled his eyes as he opened the doors to the crowded natatorium.

“Welcome to the MJ University’s April Compo! We have a dashing line this afternoon” Girls cheered from left and right as Chan’s mom grabbed him by his ear, pulling him closer to her lips. “Ignore me one more time and I won’t let it pass. The scouts are watching you” She whispered harshly before letting go.

Chan eyed the two men in suits, full attention on the line of swimmers as he joined them in his spot.

“And there's our favorite Bang Chan!” The announcer called as Chan got up to his diving board.

Suddenly his goggles came on and he was face down looking at the water. What was this feeling he was supposed to have? The crowd is screaming, the countdown is ticking, and the timer is just about to start.

Chan stares plainly at the water, unamused, uninvited. Why couldn’t he feel the adrenaline that many others recall when they are in his position? Why can’t he feel the excitement, exhilaration, and euphoria when he stands-- the runner’s high? Has swimming become so accustomed that he cannot feel anymore?

A loud buzz is heard before Chan dives into the water. He doesn’t like the coldness and the taste of chlorine yet he strives through each movement, his body moving fluidly through the water ahead of him.

The underwater feels so normal that he doesn’t even have to take a breath, his heart continues to beat normally and his pressure is completely fine. He touches the wall before any of his competitors can.

“And that sets a new record for Bang Chan! Congratulations!”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Are you okay?!” Jeongin asks, pulling you over to the couch and propping your legs up as you fists start to clench.

“J-Jeongin, the medicine!” Seungmin says, running over to the two of you with a glass of water and two tablets. You desperately grab for the pills and swallow them, your fist banging on your chest as if it would make it better.

It happened every time. It started with hiccups, then your knuckles would turn into a fist, and then your heart is contracting. It’s begging for help. It’s calling your attention and your mind is on overdrive trying to find ways to make it stop. Your thoughts flow to why this had to happen to you, a couple minutes of pain and you can’t form words until someone else could put the pieces together and give you the two magical tablets.

And rest.

It’s an ongoing cycle. Has been since you were six and you can’t help it. Doctors can’t treat it nor cure it. They can just give you pills to make it stop.

Sometimes you wish your heart could just stop all together.

»»————-　♡　————-««

“You lost the bet again!” Minho laughed, nudging Chan to the side before Jisung could join. “Now you have to listen to us hyung!”

Chan simply rolled his eyes, a smirk on his face as he looked back at the two guys. “Okay, which girl are you going to make me talk to for you this time?”

Jisung hugged the elder as he pointed in your direction. “Her..”

“Isn’t she your noona?” Minho chuckled, watching as you stepped past the entrance.

“Yeah, but only Chan can get her attention,” Jisung replied.

“Why’s that?” Minho asks, clearly not impressed.

You watched the ground as you clutched your notebooks to your chest, making way through the people in the hallway and just as you were about to pass him, Chan turned around.

“Cause I’m a nice guy” Chan started, brushing with fingers through his hair and showing off a dazzling smile, “who just has a lot of money”

Walking away from the two youngsters, Chan turned around in the midst of his steps as if to say ‘watch and learn’ before he could bump into someone.

“Oh, sorry” You said, looking up at the boy and walking around him.

Usually Chan wouldn't have to make a move. Even though the incident was unintentional, he simply couldn’t speak.

Turning around, his eyes glowed at your figure and suddenly the world revolved around you. He could feel the adrenaline. The euphoria. The ecstasy that no pool or cranky mother could make him feel.

“Hey- wait!” Bang Chan called after you in the midst of breaths, but you never responded.

What was this feeling?

»»————-　♡　————-««

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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⁂ How Do You Love? (Tenipuri) o4

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Author’s Note: Yes, I definitely added Uno from Nanbaka you wanna fight about it? (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

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I woke up when something smacked against my face, leaving a dull throb in my nose. My eyes peeled open and the first thing I saw was the pale skin of Kenko’s foot a mere inches from my face. I scowled, pushing myself up to yell at him, but I stopped short. Karupin was sprawled out across his face; I’m just going to assume that he’s doing us a favor and trying to smother the eighteen-year-old.

I glanced at the clock: four-thirty in the morning.

With a sigh, I pushed the covers away and crawled out of bed. School starts at eight and the train to Kanagawa is about an hour-long ride, give or take. The last thing I feel like dealing with is being rushed. Pisses me off.

I stood under the cold water of the shower, eyes closed. Did I feel nervous about today? A little, but not for the typical reasons. I’m worried about whether or not I will be able to control myself. Living in the states meant meeting a lot of people that pissed me off or that was pissed off by me, which in turn led to fights and being expelled from various schools – not to mention being arrested a time or two. Was this my last chance? I don’t know.

Above all else, I don’t wanna let my old man down any more than I already have. After everything he’s done for me, a child he had no responsibility for, I’ve done a piss poor job of repaying him. Now that I’m thinking about it, the only positive thing I’ve done since joining the Echizen family is keeping Ryoma safe and shadowing him in the states.

I sighed, leaning my forehead against the cold tile of the wall. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that I’m a problem child. And yet… that idiot hasn’t given up on me. None of them have. I’ve got to get my shit together.

I slipped out of the shower, drying off before wrapping the towel around my body and returning to my room.

Five-twenty in the morning.

Kenko was still asleep, but Karupin was nowhere to be found. Most likely he returned to Ryoma’s room. I grabbed my bag from beside the bed and started to dig for something to wear. A thought struck me and I paused. Don’t Japanese kids wear uniforms? Had they gotten me one?

“Oi, Kenko. Wake up.”

He mumbled something about data and Aries but didn’t wake.

I scowled, looking over at my desk. I spotted the Rhino plush that dad had given me for my fifteenth birthday. With a shrug, I grabbed it and chucked it at his face. He yelped in surprise before rolling off the bed, hitting the floor face-first with a loud thump.

“Good morning.” He groaned, rubbing his nose. How I haven’t managed to break it is beyond me. Maybe it’s made of lead or something.

“Is there a uniform?”

He blinked, taking a moment to respond. “Yeah, it’s in the closet.”

I felt annoyance linger in the back of my mind as my hand hovered in front of the door. Sliding it open, I released a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. Two sets of the same uniform were hung side by side; navy blue slacks, white shirt, teal tie with silver stripes, and a dark green jacket.

A hand landed on my shoulder. “Did you really think we’d order you the girl’s uniform? Give your best friend and father some credit.”

I felt my lips curl up. “Thanks, Kenko. Now get the fuck out so I can get dressed.”

It only took me about five minutes to get dressed and find my way downstairs. Rinko was already in the kitchen, humming to herself as she prepared to start breakfast.

“Morning.” I greeted her, opening the fridge. I was surprised but happy to find a full row of Dr. Pepper cans.

“Good morning, dear. How’d you sleep?” She questioned with a smile.

“Fine.” I sat down at the table, sipping the soda. “Thanks for buying these.”

“I know it’s your favorite. Consider it my welcome home gift.” She began to cook. “Are you excited for your first day?”

“I don’t think anyone is ever excited for their first day of school… I’ll do my best, though.”

She hummed. “That’s all we’ve ever asked. The boy’s uniform looks cute on you, by the way.”

I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. “I don’t do cute, Rinko.”

She chuckled in response and we settled into a comfortable silence. A few minutes passed before Kenko, dressed in his own uniform, and Nanako came down the stairs, chatting happily with each other.

“Good morning, oba-chan. Lux.” She greeted with a smile. “Don’t you have to get ready for work? I can take over.”

“Thank you.” Rinko smiled at her before disappearing up the stairs.

Kenko tried to swipe my soda but I smacked his hand away, glaring at him. “I will stab you with a fucking fork.”

He pouted. “You’re so greedy.”

“No one touches my soda.”

“Mornin’.” Ryoma yawned, ruffling his messy hair as he entered the kitchen.

Nanako served us breakfast. Rinko came down and hugged each one of us, wishing us a good day before rushing out the door for work. We ate quickly before getting up to leave for the train station.

I stopped behind Ryoma, ruffling his already messy hair. “Text me if anything happens, and stay out of trouble, yeah?”

He pouted, looking away in embarrassment. “I’ll be fine, nee-chan.”

Kenko handed me my bag when I reached the door and we left the house. “Are you worried?”

“No. I’ve taught him well. He can handle himself.”

“Now that worries me.”

“And anyone he can’t handle,” I slammed my fist into the palm of my hand, cracking my knuckles, “I’ll destroy.”

He sweatdropped, patting my shoulder. “Yes, yes.”

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Kenko lead me to the front office to speak to the principle. Although he and my old man had gotten my books and schedule already, the principal wanted to speak to me directly before class started. For what, neither of us knew.

We approached the woman sitting behind the desk. The nameplate read Akemi Claire. Her hair was the color of wet sand, falling down below her shoulders, and her eyes were a mix of brown and gold. If I’m being honest, she looked like a stuck up bitch.

“Good morning, Akemi-sensei.” Kenko smiled at her in greeting.

She smiled brightly, brushing her bangs away from her eyes. “Kenko! To what do I owe this pleasure on the first day, hmm?”

“Principal Haruse wanted to see Winchester Lux before class.” He answered, motioning toward me with his hand.

Her eyes snapped to me, sparkling with mischief. “Can she speak Japanese?”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Yes, she can.”

“One moment.” Amusement flashed through her eyes as she stood up. When she disappeared into one of the offices in the back, Kenko nudged me in the ribs with his elbow.

“Be nice.” He scolded, softly. I only scoffed in response, folding my arms over my chest. It’s not my fault she’s a bitch.

The woman returned and instructed me to enter the office she just left from. I ignored Kenko’s look as I headed for the door without a word. I didn’t bother knocking, either, and pushed it open to step inside. The back of the principle’s chair was facing me, preventing me from seeing what they looked like.

A deep voice reached my ears. “Close the door and have a seat.”

I complied, dropping the bag on the floor near my feet.

The chair turned to reveal a tall man, probably six-one or two, with long black hair tied in a long, thin braid. His eyes, a deep shade of chocolate brown, were strict yet somehow kind at the same time. He clasped his hands together on the desk. “How was your flight, Winchester-san?”

I raised a brow, resting my ankle across my knee. “Is it common in Japan for the principle of a school to ask his students how their flight was?”

“No,” He chuckled. “I’m an old friend of your father. He asked me to look after you.”

“I’m more than capable of looking after myself, thanks. Can I go now?”

“Yes, I’m well aware of how you look after yourself.”

My body automatically tensed up and my eyes narrowed at him. Of course I wanted to snap at him – what the hell does he know about me? But I held my tongue. Not only is he the fucking principle of the school, but he’s also a friend of my old man.

“Your school record is easily accessed by school officials.” He continued, watching me closely. I expected to see pity or disgust lingering within his eyes – both of which I had learned to pick up on almost instantly after having received them both so many times growing up, but his eyes didn’t display either of those. There was something else, something I couldn’t place. “I will be honest with you, Winchester-san. When a school official looks at your record, they are most likely to think of you as a loose cannon. You’re a risk, a liability that they are not willing to take on.”

I was silent for a moment before a question entered my mind. It came out before I could stop it. “Is that why the old man didn’t send me to Seishun?”

“Due to Nanjirou’s connections, the school would have accepted you.” He closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs. “However, in the words of your father; ‘I don’t feel like she’ll have a fair shot there’.”

“But I will here?” I scoffed, sliding down in the chair.

“Yes, you will.” He smiled at me. This time I recognized the emotion floating in his eyes – it was the exact same look that dad had when he first adopted me. Kindness. “I’m the only one that knows of your record and I will keep it that way. The rest is up to you. You must learn to control your temper, Winchester-san.”

My eyes shifted to the side. Like I don’t already know that, but it’s not as simple as saying that I’m not gonna get pissed anymore. I’ve been trying to control it since I was a fucking kid.

He smiled softly. “I believe in you, Winchester-san.” The warning bell rang and he reached into his desk, pulling out a pad and a pen. “Class is about to start. I’ll write you a note so you don’t get into trouble on your first day. Akemi-sensei will show you to your class.”

I grabbed the note and my bag before heading to the door. Before I could grab the handle, he called my name. I stopped but didn’t turn.

“If you run into any problems, feel free to come and see me.”

I left the room with a scowl on my face, not knowing how I feel about this whole situation. Claire was waiting for me, and she escorted me to class 3-B without a word being exchanged. When we arrived, she patted my shoulder and wished me good luck before disappearing.

Scowl still in place, I slid the door open and stepped inside. The teacher stopped speaking and the entire class turned to stare at me, making my eye twitch. I hate unwanted attention, damn it. My eyes scanned the class and locked with Kenko’s violet ones. He sent me an encouraging smile, nodding his head.

“May I help you?” The teacher asked, kindly. His hair was cotton candy pink, pinned back with bobby pins, and his eyes were sky blue. Honestly, this guy didn’t look like a teacher, he looked like a fucking model.

“Sorry I’m late,” I answered blankly, handing him the note.

He took a moment to read it before nodding. “You can take the empty seat next to Shishido-san.”

My eye twitched again as a hand raised into the air. Our eyes met and I fought the urge to facepalm as I took the seat next to Rei. What was this cliche bullshit happening right now? Kenko didn’t look too happy about the arrangement either.

Rei nodded his head at me before turning back to the basketball magazine that lay open on his desk. A basketball sat tucked between his feet.

Great, I sighed, resting my cheek in the palm of my hand as I stared out the window, another sport-obsessed freak.

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The bell for lunch finally rang and I stood up with a sigh, stretching my arms over my head to make my back crack. Before I could step away from my desk, a boy appeared in front of me, standing about three inches taller. His hair reached well past his waist in a thick braid – it was an ombre of pink and orange. His eyes were sky blue and he was grinning widely.

“Hello, beautiful.” He reached out to grab my hand and I took notice of his nails – they were painted the same color as his eyes. I smacked his hand away before he could grab me. “My name is Uno. And you are?”

“None of your damn business.” I scowled. “Get out of the way.”

“There’s that American attitude!” He grinned wider. What, is he the fucking Cheshire cat or something? “I’m from England.”

“Good for you.” I tried to step around him but he grabbed my arm. My fists automatically clenched at my sides. I’m trying really hard to behave, but this kid is just asking to bleed.

“Leave her alone, Howell.” Rei smacked his hand away and stepped in between us, his back facing me.

Uno pouted. “No fair, Rei! You don’t even care about girls, don’t go trying to claim her!”

“Nobody claims me, asshole,” I growled, shoving his shoulder as I forced myself past. I heard him whining about Rei not letting him go, so I assume he tried to come after me. I guess I need to thank the basketball freak for that later.

Kenko cocked his head to the side when I reached his desk. “I think Howell-kun just broke his own record; he’s never hit on a girl that quickly before.”

“Fucking annoying.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arm around my own. “He loves girls, but he’s pretty harmless. Not good with personal space, though.”

“Clearly,”

“So~ Are you going to tell me what you and principal Haruse talked about?”

“My record.” I stopped walking, staring at the floor blankly. “Did you know?”

“About your record? Of cou – ”

“Don’t play dumb, Kenko.”

He sighed softly before tightening his grip on my arm. He led me out of the crowded hallway and out behind the school where a small seating area had been placed. There wasn’t another person in sight. He sat down on the stone bench and I reluctantly sat next to him.

“The original plan was to have you attend Seishun Gakuen with Ryoma. The principle agreed, although reluctantly. Your dad didn’t like the way he acted when he found out, so he reached out to Haruse instead.” He smiled, sheepishly. “I’m sorry for not telling you. Your dad didn’t want you to know, he was trying to – ”

“Protect me.” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. “Fucking idiot, I don’t need protection.”

He patted my shoulder. “Just let him have this one.”

“…fine.”

“Now then,” Kenko stood up, clapping his hands cheerfully. “Let’s get some food, I’m starving!”

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miastideclock · 5 years

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part one

a fifteen part SocialMedia!AU featuring Bang Chan of Stray Kids. started: august 18th, 2019 completed: august 27th, 2019

lower-case intended.

orange lights danced through the thin, close-to-transparent curtains that were hung by the sides of viennas windows. the light breeze played with the fabric as her window was pushed wide open to let the late summer air in. the lights were pretty, but also very bright, so when they hit the sleeping girls face, she instantly woke up.

she used a hand to brush her hair out of her face, then to rub her tired eyes. she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and saw that she had slept through her alarm. she had just laid down for a quick twenty-minute nap, but that had been three hours ago. she sighed and looked at the sun setting outside. she was supposed to meet her friends in fifteen minutes, but she really didn't feel like it.

she was grateful she found the girls so early after moving to korea, but as time went by, she realized how different she was from them. they liked brunching and sipping champagne, while vienna liked sleeping in on weekends and honestly thought champagne tasted like shit. yet, she would get up at the ungodly hours of brunch every saturday, and she would force the bubbly alcohol down her throat. she was scared that if she didn't, they would let her hang around anymore, and without them she had no one. even though she had lived there for almost six months, she had yet to meet anyone else. she had clung to the girl-group like an angry leech.

as the last colors set over the horizon and golden hour was officially over, she got out of bed and threw her hair up into the messiest crows nest known to man. from there she changed out of her sweatpants and instead put on something the girls would appreciate a little bit more.

it wasn't that the girls were all pinkity-drinkity, and vienna preferred beer, it wasn't anything like that. vienna wasn't 'different from most girls', because lets be real, there is no such thing. the girls wore more business casual clothes and went to places that had three dollar signs on yelp, and that just wasn't viennas style, but she praised the girls for all being so confident in themselves and that they had found each other. but all the girls seemed to be able to talk about was love and boys and finding 'the one', and vienna couldn't relate to that.

you see, when vienna was mighty young, her father bailed on her and her mother, leaving her mother heartbroken. their marriage had seemed so perfect, so how could he do something like that? viennas mother spent days and nights in a deep pit of depression, questioning herself of what she had done wrong, how she could have been a better wife. it broke viennas heart to see her mother like that, because she knew she had done nothing wrong. her mother was one of the kindest and most loving people on the face of the earth, so if not even she could keep a love around, then vienna could certainly not, she thought to herself. so ever since then, the girl had sworn off love.

"if i'm not meant to be with with these girls and i should go out and find people i can actually be myself with, to whichever high and mighty creature that feels like listening in, please give me a sign." vienna mumbled to herself as she picked up her hairbrush and took the hair-tie out of her hair. as if the gods of whatever had heard her, she didn't even get through the first brush before the comb snapped in two. she didn't move for a solid minute, just looking at the head of the comb stuck in her tangled hair, the handle in her hand. "i'll take it."

with the head of the brush, she tried her best to de-tangle it and smooth it out, eventually just giving up and throwing it up in another bun, styling this a bit more so that it was acceptable to wear it in public.

she met the girls at the restaurant, pulling one of them, jisoo, aside. she went on and held a small speech for the girl all about how they were great girls, but she didn't really fit in. she had picked jisoo for a reason, knowing how understanding and kind she was. the two girls ended with a hug and a promise to not loose contact completely.

a huge weight was lifted off of viennas shoulders as she exited the high-end restaurant, but a feeling of panic also washed over her. she now had no-one. sure, she could always chat with the people in her lectures, but they didn't completely seem like her type either. she sighed and looked around, trying to remember if she needed anything from the city before she jumped on the train home. she decided to take a stroll through the streets, enjoying the silence of the late afternoon, most shops were closed, the only exception being a few bars that had just opened up. a tattoo-parlor also caught her attention, the bright neon lights outside the shop lighting up the dark street. she caught the eye of the man behind the counter and gave him a smile before she continues her stroll towards the train that would take her home.

part zero

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven

part twelve

part thirteen

part fourteen

part fifteen

-bentley

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maaaaaatryoshka0325 · 6 years

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Why you? (Pt9) Bang Chan series

Description: You save a very important mans life and he decides to repay you to the fullest. But is this a little too much?

“Who pissed in his cheerios?” Felix asked.

You just stared out into the hallway where Chan had walked off too.

“I don’t know, maybe he wasn’t hungry.” Jeongin said.

“Yea, ‘not hungry.’” Minho said.

After dinner, you started to wash the dishes, and Woojin stood beside you, helping you. He didn’t say much and you enjoyed the silence. When you had first met the members, you were actually quite intimidated by Woojin and Minho. Neither of them talked much to you at first, but then you all became friends. Woojin was a silent listener and could usually tell if something was bothering you. None of the members have ever seen you cry, as you were too awkward to show too much negative emotion in front of them, so none of them knew if something was ever hurting you. Except Woojin. He could usually tell if something was upsetting you or on your mind and would silently sit near you or start a small conversation and make you laugh. He gave you warm hugs here and there, knowing if you needed them.

“I wonder if Chan’s upset.” You said, breaking the silence.

“I think so.” He responded.

“Is he stressed about the comeback?” You asked.

He shrugged as he dried the last plate and put it up on the shelf.

“Not sure, I’ll talk to him and make sure he’s okay though.” He said.

You nodded and walked towards the living room, almost bumping into Chan as he walked towards the stairs.

“Oh- sorry.” You said.

“It’s okay.” He said.

“Chan, are you okay?” You asked.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry, I’m just a little tired so I’m gonna head upstairs and lay down.” He said, giving you smile.

“Okay, goodnight.” You said, smiling back.

He walked up the stairs and you sat in the living room alone with a book. You were reading a horror book that hooked you right away. You yawned as you picked up your cup of hot chocolate and took a sip. The weather was a little chilly, as it was only spring, and the warm drink, warm blanket, and light rainfall outside made you sleepy. You closed your eyes and fell asleep.

You jolted awake as you gasped for breath. Another nightmare. You felt yourself tremble and choke for air. This had been the realest feeling one yet.

You felt the couch dip where your head had been and jumped when you felt a warm hand touch you.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You turned your head and saw Chan looking at you, worry across his face.

“Y-Yeah, just a bad dream.” You said, looking away from him.

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

You shook your head and you both fell silent. Rain still pattered on the windows and your half drunken drink still filled the room with a chocolate smell.

“You should go to your room and go back to sleep.” He said.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll be better in my bed.” You said as your body still trembled.

You felt his warm hand on your shoulder as he sat closer to you. Your back hit the side of his chest as he rubbed your arm.

“It was only a dream, it’s gonna be okay.” He said. You both sat like that until your body stopped trembling. He rubbed soft circles into your arm with his thumb and you looked back at him and smiled.

“I’m okay now, thank you. You should probably go to sleep too.” You said.

He nodded as he stood up and got up right after, grabbing your cup and bringing it into the kitchen to wash. You heard the stairs creek as he walked up the stairs and you sighed in relief. Now your heart can return back to normal. Between Chan and the nightmare, your heart was beating out of your chest. You made your way into your room and washed your face. Before you climbed into bed, you heard a soft knock at the door. You opened it and saw a sleepy looking Jeongin. He walked past you and into your room, laying on your bed and getting under the covers. You followed after, laying down and feeling him hug you. You felt better, feeling someone laying next to you.

You groggily got out of bed the next morning, the spot next to you empty as the boys had an early schedule that day. You washed up and cleaned the dorm up. Dusting, sweeping, and vacuuming. Although cleaning got boring, you had a lot of time to do what you wanted after. And JYP paid you BIG MONEY to do such an easy job. But cleaning up after 9 boys while also doing their shopping and errands can sometimes be a hassle. You were just glad they weren’t messy like most men.

You finished around three and decided to visit the boys and bring them some food. You grabbed some of their favorite take outs and drove over to the JYP building. You walked down the hallway when you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/N?”

You turned around and saw Hyungsuk standing there, he had makeup on and his hair was parted.

“Hyungsuk?” You asked in surprise.

“It IS you!” He said with a smile, walking over and hugging you.

He hugged you so shamelessly despite the fact you two have only known each other for twenty four hours-tops. But you didn’t mind, he was genuine and sweet.

“I didn’t know you were a trainee.” You said, realizing why he was all done up.

“Yeah, we did a performance cover. Do you need help with those bags?” He asked.

“Nah, they’re not heavy.” You said.

“You seem like the type that’s strong enough to throw a grown man.” He said with a laugh.

“Yah!” You yelled, laughing with him.

Just then, you heard someone clear their throat. When you turned around, Felix and Chan were standing behind the both of you.

“Oh, hey guys. I brought you food.” You said.

“You know them?!” Hyungsuk gasped.

You nodded and laughed as Felix gave Hyungsuk a friendly smile.

“You were the guy she hung out with yesterday?” He asked.

“Awe, did you talk about me Y/N?” Hyungsuk asked.

“Pshh, yeah. In your dreams.” You laughed.

Hyungsuk looked at Chan and bowed deeply.

“You’re Bang Chan! I’m a huge fan!.” He said, grabbing Chan’s hand and shaking it.

Chan smiled and thanked him before walking down the hallway towards the practice rooms. You turned to Felix who shrugged.

“He’s been grouchy all day.” He said.

“Why? Is he okay?” You asked.

“I don’t know. I tried talking to him but he kept brushing it off.” He said.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Hyungsuk said suddenly, “But I have to get going. It was nice meeting you Felix.” He said bowing to Felix before turning towards you and giving you another hug.

“I hope we can see each other more often Y/N!” He said, letting go and waving at you before heading down the hall.

You waved then turned towards Felix.

“He’s super nice.” He said.

“Yeah he is.” You said as you and Felix and walked towards the practice rooms.

When you walked in, the members turned towards you.

“Finally! I’m starving.” Jisung said.

“Sorry, Y/N’s boyfriend happens to be a trainee and we ran into him.” Felix said.

“WHAT?” Minho said, cracking up.

“Shut up, he isn’t my boyfriend.” You said.

All the boys took their food, besides Chan. You handed him his and he took it without looking at you.

“Chan, are you okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, just thinking.” He said with a smile.

You nodded and sat down to eat with them. They were all talking and laughing about stuff, but you kept looking at Chan. He was pretty quiet and not eating too much. Worry began to fill your stomach. You knew Chan was dedicated, but you didn’t want him over working himself. His eye bags weren’t extremely bad, but they were noticeable.

“So Y/N, when are we going to meet this boyfriend of yours?” Hyunjin teased.

You threw a piece of chicken from Woojin’s platter at him and he started laughing.

“MY CHICKEN!” Woojin yelled, the loudest you’ve ever heard him yell.

You all started laughing as Woojin stared at the small piece of chicken.

“THAT’S DISRESPECT!” He shrieked.

At this point, everyone was laughing now and you started to choke. Jisung patted your back as you wiped tears from your eyes from laughing so hard.

“No but seriously, when are we gonna meet him?” Hyunjin asked again.

“He really isn’t my boyfriend.” You said.

“Hmmmm I dunno, he hugged you pretty tight.” Felix laughed.

You rolled your eyes as the other boys laughed and continued to eat your food. You saw Chan close his food that he barely touched and get up to walk to the recording studio.

“Changbin, Jisung, I’ll be in the recording studio.” He said as he walked out.

“I don’t know what his problem is but he’s been like that all day.” Jisung said.

After they finished eating, Changbin and Jisung walked to the recording studio and you stayed to watch the other boys. You wanted to go with them, but you didn’t know how Chan would feel since he was in a bad mood. You watched the boys’ new choreo and smiled at Jeongin who had mastered a part he kept messing up.

“You’re doing great!” You said with a big smile.

His eyes brightened and smiled sheepishly.

“Thank you noona.” He said.

After a little bit of them practicing, it was almost time for them to head home. You were about to walk out and start the car to heat it up a little bit when you bumped into someone. The last time that happened in that building, things ended BADLY. You slowly looked up and saw Hungsuk’s happy face close to yours.

“Hey Y/N!” He said, squashing you into a hug.

“H-Hi Hyungsuk.” You wheezed out as he smooshed you.

“How was practice?” You asked.

“It was good. I don’t have to be in til late tomorrow, do you wanna hangout beforehand?” He asked.

“Sure, I don’t have to run the members dinner until around six tomorrow.” You said.

“Perfect, I have to be here by six.” He said happily.

He hugged you again and you laughed. You stopped laughing when you saw Chan standing there, his phone in his hand but his eyes on you. Jisung laughed as he saw you and Hyungsuk.

“Wow Y/N, you two really are dating.” He said.

“We are NOT.” You said, huffing.

Hyungsuk laughed and ruffled your hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He walked away and when you turned towards Jisung and Chan, Chan walked right by you without saying anything.

“Sheesh, he’s still grumpy.” Jisung said.

When you all arrived back at the dorms, you all sat down to finish your leftovers. You saw Chan picking at his food still and you worry prickle at you.

“Hyung what’s wrong?” Felix asked.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Chan said, giving a small smile as usual.

He ate a little bit more before putting his food in the fridge and walking into the living room. You finished your food and walked into the living room, sitting on the couch. Chan was staring out the window, his chin on his hand.

“Chan? Are you okay?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He said, getting up and leaving the room.

You looked down at your hands. Maybe he was uncomfortable after hearing you say you liked him. But he had comforted you yesterday, so was that even a possibility?

Jisung walked into the room and sat next to you and played a movie while the other members sat down to watch.

“Where’s hyung?’ Jeongin asked.

“He said he has stuff to work on.” Changbin said.

As you all watched the movie, you couldn’t help but think about Chan. He was acting weird. He wasn’t talking or eating much and he never missed movie night. Jisung pulled you into him and you cuddled into his side.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, just distracted.” You said.

“Are you worried about Chan?” He asked.

You nodded and he ruffled your hair.

“He’ll be okay, he’s probably just stressed.” He said.

After the movie you headed to your room. Chan came around the corner and walked right by you without saying anything. He didn’t even glance at you. As you laid in bed you tried to think if you did something wrong, or if any of the other members pissed him off, but you couldn’t think of anything. You couldn’t think of anything and fell into a restless slumber.

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ryewi · 6 years

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♡ Ryewi’s masterlist ♡

fluff (❁), angst (✗), drama ( ⚡ ), tragedy (😭), crack ( 😂 ), smut ( ♡ ), work in progress (✎), completed (✓)

❥- When I’m with you I’m in Utopia ( ✗, ⚡, 😭, ❁, ✓ )

prologue, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen

9 years ago, the world split in two halves, Utopia and Dystopia. One of the laws allows citizens of both worlds to visit the other once in their lifetime, for a whole week, after which, they’re forced to return home. If by any chance, they don’t return, a death punishment is sentenced. Jeon Jungkook, a citizen of Dystopia seemed to be desperate enough to challenge that exact law.

❥- Closed Distance ( ❁ )

You appreciated him, so much, Jungkook was someone to rely on, trust, someone to love. If he got a dollar each time he heard you say “I love you”, Jungkook would’ve been a millionaire a long time ago. Yet, there always was that burden of physically not being next to each other. That feeling of loving but also not having their hand to hold, torso to hug or lips to kiss. Having, but also not having someone.

That was exactly why a white plane ticket rested between the grip of your fingers.

❥- a game for two ( ♡ , ❁, ⚡, ✓ )

part one, part two, part three

Seven days on a school trip to the seaside. Seven days with your best friends, alcohol, freedom and a mischevious Jeon Jungkook who just wouldn’t leave you alone. Sounds fun, right?

❥- Midnight Memories ( ❁ , 😂)

Drinks, a stolen shopping cart, spray cans and the good old “if we get caught, I’m deaf and you don’t speak English” saying - honestly what have you gotten yourself into with a goof named Kim Taehyung this time?

❥- v for victory ( ❁ , 😂)

For as long as you know for yourself, your mother and your first neighbor Mrs. Kim held a never ending prank war. They were just that petty to get back at each other for an accident that happened in high school. It didn’t help that you somehow fell in love with Taehyung, Mrs. Kim’s only son. Or did it?

❥- Trip Down Our Memory Lane (❁)

As if compiling clips from different points of your friendship in a short video wasn’t a good enough rollercoaster of emotions, you decided that after leading the man of your dreams through nearly twenty years of footage, a confession seemed like a perfect way to end it.

❥- Marry Me ( ❁ )

It was Namjoon’s birthday and you planned on surprising him with a beautifully arranged night. Cards turned around somewhere in the middle of it, and he was the one dropping the biggest surprise on you.

❥- lost or found ( ❁ , 😂)

On a supposedly calm walk around the park, a random stranger appears out of nowhere and accuses you of stealing his dog.

❥- Panic Room ( ✗, ⚡ )

Panic Room was a realistic, virtual simulation that messed with people’s minds. No matter how ridiculous of a fear, the room would show it, or more so, would toss you right inside of it. Although the simulation didn’t do any physical harm, it still woke up appalling feelings, or mayhaps even caused damage to those who tried it.

So, what’s your biggest fear?

❥- to be added ~~~

❥- Seaside trip with Stray Kids ( ❁, ✎ )

Bang Chan, Woojin, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

A rather cozy and laid-back style of writing, around 70 points each, no harsh or difficult descriptions, just enough to make you laugh and let your mind relax while imagining each of these scenarios. This is a compilation of writings in which you and a SKZ member have fun on your seaside trips to different countries.

❥- Ain’t No Time - Kim Donghan ( ❁ )

Donghan is a competitive person, ready to pull out a veni,vidi,vici whenever he has a chance to, but so are you. As the media announced the annual dancing competition between k-pop idols with their significant others, both of you were excited to begin practicing and be in it to win it.

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part thirteen

a fifteen part SocialMedia!AU featuring Bang Chan of Stray Kids. started: august 18th, 2019 completed: august 27th, 2019

lower-case intended.

vienna had never been this nervous before. she could feel her heart in her throat as her finger shakily pressed the buttons on her phone. she had been trying for maybe thirty minutes to concoct the perfect message in her notes, but it was no use. she eventually just gave up and sent him a simple text mentioning that she was aware that it was super late and he probably was sleeping, but also asking him to please come over. much to her surprise, he sent a thumbs up. it wasn't something he would usually send, but at this point, vienna was happy with whatever reply she got.

she had been a bitch to say it lightly. the second she had rudely kicked him out, she had blocked all of his social medias, except his number, as well as the other boys. she couldn't risk him trying to contact her through them. whenever she had seen him, or any of the other boys, she had gone the other way, even if it meant getting late for class. she had completely ignored them for two weeks, it going well for a small amount of time, but she soon grew lonely. loneliness she could handle, but when the nightmares rolled around, she wasn't so sure anymore. because of her behavior the last weeks, she was terrified to even speak to chan, her shaking only growing more violent when she heard the intercom buzz.

not long after a knock on her door was audible. she had been standing by the front door for the complete three minutes and forty-five seconds it had taken him to get from the entrance up. she opened the door and looked directly at chans chest, quickly moving her eyes up to meet his. she could see a mix of anger and confusion behind them, so she was forever grateful that he even came over. she stepped aside and opened the door so he could step in.

she closed the door behind him and they walked into the kitchen as it seemed to be the only room that was even remotely lit. she looked at his face, oh how she had missed it. how kind his eyes were even when he was upset, how you could see where his dimples were even when he wasn't smiling. "chan, i-" vienna spoke after a few minutes, but chan cut her off.

"actually, can i go first?" he asked, vienna nodding quickly. "i'm sorry that i brought your dad up to your apartment, i truly am. but what exactly did i do? not did i know that you guys weren't on speaking terms, nor did i know that he had hurt you. so tell me, what reason did you have to completely shut me out from your life? and not only that, the boys too, they didn't even do anything. if you don't wanna talk to me anymore, fine. but don't take that out on the others. they really miss you." he spoke, his voice clearly angry, but it wasn't directed at vienna. it was more a general anger.

as he spoke, vienna could feel her eyes sting, and no matter how hard she tried to hold them back, a few tears snuck their way down her cheeks. but after the first tear had rolled, she didn't care about them anymore. if chan saw her cry, so what.

"i'm sorry, chan." she breathed, trying to collect her thoughts into a proper sentence. chan saw that she was struggling to get her words in line, so he gave her all the time she needed. "i am so sorry that i reacted the way i did. i shouldn't have, and i realize that now. but for you to understand my thinking here, i'm gonna let you in on a few things i'm probably gonna regret telling you later, but that will be a problem for future me.

"when i was young, i woke up one morning to my mother making pancakes, and since my parents are a little odd, they refuse to eat pancakes unless they drink milk with it, but we were out of milk. so my dad, as kind as he was, offered to drive the nine minutes it took to get to the store and buy some. so it would take him about twenty minutes to get back, thirty if he stopped and chatted with someone he knew. twenty minutes passed, then thirty. suddenly an hour had gone by, and my mother tried calling him but it immediately went to voicemail. we waited a few more hours, but there was no sign of him. my mother asked me to go to my room while she called the police to file a missing person report, but on my door there was a note. i don't remember it exactly but it was something about him being sorry about leaving, and that he wouldn't be coming back. i gave the note to my mom who broke down in tears. the man she had loved for so many years, the one she thought she was happily married to, had left her.

"from then on, i had to hear my mother cry herself to sleep every single night for months. my mother is the kindest and most loving person on planet earth, so little me figured that if not even my bright and sweet mother could keep a love around, there was no way i could. so from then on, i swore to myself to never fall for anyone. that was until you and the boys rolled around. the first time my heart jumped when i saw you, i told myself it was nothing, but you just kept showing me why you're so amazingly great. you kept showing more sides to yourself, more of you for me to fall for. i had finally decided that my little rule was probably a dumb idea, but then my dad was standing in my living room. seeing him reminded me of how much pain me and my mom went through, and i couldn't go through that again, so i did the only thing i'm good at. i shut you all out, and i'm so sorry."

by now, vienna wasn't the only one with tears in her eyes. chan couldn't help himself when he heard the pain in her voice and the stress in her eyebrows.

"that's a lie." chan spoke slowly, making vienna look at him in confusion. "that's not the only thing you're good at. you are good at so many things, like making hot chocolate. you're a good singer, even if you won't admit it. you're a great chef, and you mix incredible alcoholic drinks. you're good at making people feel important. you're good at making me feel important. you're good at dancing at five in the morning, and you're good at making me laugh when i'm sad. you're good at listening and giving advice, and you're a great cat-mother. there are so many things you are good at, i just wish talking to me when something bothered you was one of them."

viennas heart fluttered as she was showered in compliments, a small smile growing on her lips. she nodded as he finished his statement, dropping her gaze to the floor.

"i will forgive you, but only if you can promise me one thing." chan spoke after a few minutes, sparking viennas interest. she lifted her eyes to meet his, nodding. "you start talking to us, or at least me when it comes to things like this. you know i want nothing but help you."

vienna could promise this. she wanted to promise this. she wanted to get help from chan, at least if that meant he would forgive her. she nodded violently, making a smile spread across chans face, his arms opening. vienna could promise on her mother's life, she had never moved faster than she did when she rushed into chans hug, smothering her head into his chest, holding him close. his arms soon closed tightly around her, never wanting to let her go.

"you smell good." the words were muffled, but chan understood what she was saying, thanking her with a chuckle.

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