Hands To Myself

Hands to Myself

Chan admires the way you look.... just fluffy nonsense really

Smoothing the sides of red satin down your thighs, you sighed to yourself. This was the first time in months that you felt comfortable enough to wear something form-fitting. Chan had gifted you this dress specifically for your anniversary date tonight.

You remember him holding out the red box with a giant bow on it, smiling wide and proud. As he watched you open it, you could hear his giggles. As soon as you popped the lid and looked inside, you smirked, rolling your eyes.

"Chan... are you sure that this gift is for me?" your eyebrow rose as your eyes met his, a light blush dusting across his cheeks.

"It might be a little bit of a selfish purchase...." he bites his lip as he maintains eye contact. "But it is your favorite color."

You giggled to yourself again as you sat in front of the mirror finally getting ready for the night ahead of you. Chan had made a reservation at your favorite restaurant. A beautiful Italian restaurant with a balcony that overlooks the ocean.

You knew that reservation list had to be miles long, and that he had to have started planning this months ago. Picturing your boyfriend frantically calling the restaurant asking for a table made your cheeks bright pink in your reflection.

Finally allowing yourself to look at your figure fully in the mirror, your smile widened. You felt good. The dress melted across your features in a way that almost made you unrecognizable to yourself in the mirror. You turned, admiring the open back and sharp slit on the other side of your dress. You found your lips rising again as you thought about your boyfriend's reaction.

Will he actually like it? Have you hyped up the reaction in your head? You shake your head, not allowing those thoughts to move forward. Instead, you turned and grabbed your clutch that sat on your bed, pulling out a sleek black tube. You popped the lid, unveiling a ruby tint. You applied the plush color to your lips and smacked them at your reflection in the mirror.

Your thumbs lightly grazed the corners of your mouth, cleaning the extra color that fell right under your lips before smiling at yourself once again in the mirror.

"There," you whisper to yourself as you step back.

You turn back toward the door, grab your purse, and put the lipstick back inside. You're halted by a sharp whistle sound. You look up and your boyfriend smiling at you. He's leaned up against the doorframe, dressed in a black button-down rolled up to his elbows and a matching pair of slacks.

"Baby...." He starts, pushing himself off of the door and walking toward you.

You turn bashfully in a circle, spinning back to him with a bright smile across your face. His hands come up to rest against your waist, his lip pulled back by his teeth.

"Do I look okay, Chan?" You almost whisper, somehow feeling shy when met with his gaze.

He laughs, squeezing your sides a bit with his hands. Your eyes dart back up to meet his, seeing his furrowed brow you begin to panic. You let out a sharp breath, causing Chan to pull you in closer to him.

"Baby, you look absolutely stunning," he lets go of your hips, one of his free hands coming to meet yours, lifting it to spin you in a circle.

You giggle as you humor him and twirl once more. He pulls your torso flesh to him as you spin back over. He plants a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips stay there for a moment as he breathes in deeply. He pulls back only for a moment before letting his forehead rest against yours. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck.

"I selfishly almost want to stay in tonight," he groans, fingers tapping against your hip bones. "It feels unfair that anyone else will see you in this dress."

"Chan...." your voice wavering as your cheeks grow warm again under his gaze.

He giggles as he maintains eye contact with you, rocking you slowly back and forth.

"Baby, I mean it. You look so beautiful."

"Thank you Channie."

He brings one of his hands up to your chin, tilting his head as he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. You gasp, moving slowly against him. As you pull away, you see a faint red line on his pink lips. You smile softly, and bring your hand up to brush it away. Chan monitors your movements, feeling his hands tighten on your waist. You finish cleaning his lips and meet him with another smile. He sighs, nudging toward the door.

"Let's go, baby," He says as he guides you forward. "If you keep looking at me like that, we may never leave."

You giggle and nod, walking toward the front door, hand tightly clasping his as you make your way outside.

a fish out of water | f ; c

“With Changbin you are a fish out of water, but a bird that can fly.”

collab oneshot | sports! au | kdrama! au | 18k words

s u m m a r y >> being a waitress at your dad’s chicken shop wasn’t the most ideal job, but with dreams of attending the haneol sports university, you power through — even if it means dealing with customers such as seo changbin, elite swimmer and irritant extraordinaire. however, when that very boy catches you swimming in the university pool, you have to comply to his wishes in order to avoid consequences — arguing, spending time, and see what’s truly beneath that cheeky, muscled exterior.

w a r n i n g s >> weightlifting fairy kim bokjoo! au, waitress! reader, swimming major student! changbin, you and changbin are friends but like yall still annoying, changbin is hot and he knows it, you’re sick of hearing it, alot of teasing and making fun of each other, sooooooo much fluff, literally too much fluff, slight sexual tension but its still fluff cause im fearing god today, 2racha cameo, i guess a tiny bit of angst??? pressing (x) to doubt tho, also very stupid egg puns which will make you want to exit this fic

p l a y l i s t >> what a heavenly way to die by troye sivan || can i call you tonight? by dayglow || mixtape : oh by stray kids

t a g l i s t >> @aliceu @kookings @hyuckworld @ioveseung

a u t h o r ‘ s  n o t e >> hey guys! so i finally finished the one fic i’ve been dying to write ever since i finished watching weightlifting fairy!! this is my contribution to @huenjin​ kdrama collab — i hope you guys enjoy changbin as jung junhyung!! this is dedicated to my dear kdrama whore @soobmint​ who has been telling me to watch this for a year and helped me so much with inspiration for this fic :’) here’s to many more crushing on unattainable kdrama boys with you <3

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ot8! x gn!member! reader (no pronouns mentioned –I believe) This can be read as platonic, or however you want to read it!

“What’s happening?” You asked quickly, looking at the other three for help as Changbin hovered above you, legs on either side of your body. “This is not good for my health!” You shouted, arms trembling as you continued your last set.

“Come on, Y/n!” Changbin cheered, smiling widely above you, hands hovering under the bar just in case. “One more for me.”

Jeongin stifles a laugh, nudging Hans' shoulder. “It feels like I’m third wheeling.” Han makes a noise of agreement, laughing loudly when he hears your shout.

“I think I’m gonna pass out.” You mumbled, holding your hands against your face. Chan says something incoherent, probably something about not passing out. When you move to sit up, you realize Changbin is still standing above, waiting with a teasing grin on his face.

“Maybe you should do another set.” He says, laughing when your eyes widen. The back of your hand makes contact with his shoulder, a resonating slap being heard, making Changbin back away with a loud laugh.

There’s an evident pout on your face as you move to the corner of the room, curling yourself into a ball and tucking yourself in the space between the wall and one of the exercise machines.

“Life is so unfair.” You mumbled quietly, side-eyeing the camera that made its way next to you. “Stay, the things I go through. Save me, please.”

“Do you want me to do it?” You asked quietly, kneeling next to Han. He cringes as he cleans the shrimp, pure disgust on his face as he looks at you with pleading eyes. “It’s okay,” you laugh, “Let me do it.”

He watches you with a dejected smile, hands limp at his side, that shake when he laughs. “Thank you.”

–

“Hey, Hannie.” He turns to you, cheeks puffed full of food, moving from side to side as he chews. You show him a peeled shrimp, gesturing for him to eat it. “Chew first.” You laughed, smiling when he nodded as he chewed as if it’d make the food go down faster.

When you look away at Seungmin for just a moment, there’s a vocal ‘chomp’ from beside you, and just as you turn to the culprit, Han sits with a bright smile and puffed cheeks.

“I’m hungry.”

A collective laughter rings out near Changbin, Hyunjins hand clasped over his shoulder as he laughs into his hand. “There are more important things.”

“Nothing is more important than food,” Changbin grumbles, looking at the camera before smiling, holding up a heart. “Except for stays.”

You watch with an amused smile from the table, throwing up a peace sign when the camera pans onto you. “Shall we be heroic, stay?” You asked the camera, reaching into the bag beside you, pulling out a small snack to hopefully satisfy Changbin. “Hey, Changbin.” You called, gesturing for him to come when he turned to you.

His face lights up when you present the snack to him, laughing loudly when he slaps Lino’s hand, who tries to take it. “Thank you!”

Seungmin passes by with an amused smile, “Who’s the older one here?”

“Don’t listen to that,” you muttered, blindly slapping around to knock the phone out of Bangchan’s hand. “It’s embarrassing.”

Chan only sighs dreamily, turning up the volume on his phone. “A love song,” he sighs again, “I wonder who it’s about.”

You groan loudly at his instigation, picking your head off the sofa arm. “It’s not about anyone!” You argued, pouting as you lay down again.

Chan smiles at you, patting your leg roughly. “It’s about me, isn’t it?” He teases, shaking your leg now. “You wrote it about me?”

“Oh yes, 'cause you’re so charming.”

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

Seungmin nudges you lightly to get your attention, head turning from your bustling members to the quiet side of the table.

“Can you pass me a water bottle?” He asked, leaning close to your ear so you’d hear him. You nodded, reaching behind hyunjin to grab one, mumbling a quiet sorry when you accidentally bumped him.

Seungmin reaches for the bottle, but before it’s in his grasp, he watches you twist the cap open absentmindedly, humming when you hand it to him.

Leaning on the counter, you watched the water slowly trickle down the filter into the cup, maple-colored tea filling the cup. Your head turns towards Hyunjin outside. His body hunched forward as he drew unbothered by himself.

When the tea finishes brewing, you grab another cup, letting that fill while you bring the freshly made one outside.

Hyunjin acknowledges your presence with a hum, looking up at you when you silently place the mug in front of him. Your hand finds purchase on his head, fingers tousling his hair. “Make sure to take a break.” You whispered, straightening your back as an example.

Hyunjin only nods as you turn to leave, looking back at the mug with a fond smile when you've gone inside.

“Y/n.” You hum when you hear Jeongin’s call, turning in the direction of his voice when you don't receive a response. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

Immediately getting up from his question, you turned the corner to see him standing above the kitchen sink, finger trembling slightly as blood dripped into the sink.

You reach inside one of the overhead cabinets, tossing it on the counter beside the sink as you take his hand gently. “What happened?”

“I was cutting vegetables.” He answers calmly, hoping to make you less stressed about his finger. He flinched when you ran it under the water, shaking his head when you asked if it hurt.

After disinfecting the cut, you carefully wrapped a bandage around his finger, “There you go.” You said quietly, presenting his finger adorning a bright pink hello kitty bandaid.

Jeongin smiles at the bandaid, holding it up to your face. “Kiss it better.”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“Can you pass me that?” You asked, blinking at Minho when he blinked at you. “The salt min.”

He lets out a quiet ‘oh’ before picking it up and handing it to you, popping the cap open when he sees your marinade-covered hands.

“Thank you.” He nods, setting his phone on the chair next to him to watch you. His eyes track your movements as you prepare the food, getting up when your sleeve starts to roll down.

“Do you need help?” He asks once he’s rolled them back up, staring at the organized mess in front of him. “I can make the rice if you want?”

“Only if you want to.” You tell him, “I wanted to give you a break from cooking.” He hums, grabbing a pot regardless.

It’s quiet as you both cook, small talk being made here and there but never a full-on conversation. Minho grins when you hold a piece of meat for him, gratefully taking it with a hum.

“Do you have everything?” Felix nods, holding up his bag, pointing to his luggage, then patting his pockets. “Alright, let’s go.” There’s a smile on your face as you talk, but the pit in your stomach deepens when you get into the car.

Felix is antsy in the car, tapping his fingers on his leg. “I’m so nervous.” He tells you, the giddiness evident in his voice. “I’m so excited.”

A small laugh came from you at his words, looking at him from the corner of your eye when he clapped his hands. “We’re almost there. Are you sure you’re going to be okay by yourself?”

“Of course!” He argues, smile dropping when you turn into the airport. “Are you going to be okay without me?” His question was meant as a joke, but when he noticed your quiet demeanor, he lowered his head.

“You have fun, Felix.” You tell him, smiling when he looks at you. “Don’t worry about me missing your annoying demands at three am.” 

Felix laughs, hugging you from across the console, pointing out how uncomfortable it was with a chuckle. “You love making me kimbap at three am.” 

You hum quietly, rubbing his back before you let him go. “Have a good trip, Lix.”