Bang Chan Fic Recs

Bang Chan fic recs

New Life

Bubbles and Cuddles

Love Lessons

12:20am

ten things he says when he thinks you're asleep

baby fever

the wedding and the morning after

Hands to Myself

playing with his hair to get him sleep

giving him head until he wake up

pieces of you

your smile

holiday

listen carefully

can't get you off my mind

his world

sunrise star

girl dad

girl dad 2

peel an orange

pick up lines

cute

lunch

leaders

gentle

berry monsters

passion fruit

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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felix | 필릭스: soulmates

when your friends from college were shocked to discover that you had never, ever been attracted to anyone you've met before, you realized that maybe there was something wrong with you.

you hadn't lied. you were out at night, a couple drinks in your system, and when they looked at you with wide eyes and itchy throats from so many questions, you were taken aback.

“not even when you were much younger?”

no.

“but what about high school? everyone gets a crush in high school!”

the last thing you thought about in high school was romance, not because you forbade yourself from it, but because it never crossed your mind at all.

“not even in college? this is crazy…”

much less in college. work was piling up on your desk, and you didn't even have time to sleep properly, let alone pay attention to someone else.

that conversation haunted your mind for many days. you had never thought much about your (non-existent) love life, and how weird and abnormal it seemed to those around you, an anomaly in the form of a person.

the hustle and bustle of the city was overwhelming, but it was just another day for you. your head was down, avoiding unnecessary conversations with anyone, those conversations roamed your mind for many days.

the path to your regular coffee shop where you always got a latte was already memorized in your head, taking the same path and stepping where you always stepped every day.

your head was full, and minho seems to have realized that days before he actually asked you anything.

“what is wrong with you these days?” he asked in his usual tone of voice, sassiness escaping his lips as his hands worked quickly to make your order.

minho was your barista, he had always made your coffee since the day you first stepped inside the place, a few months before.

“i’m very, very confused” you confessed, sitting on the stool at the counter, on the opposite side of him.

“about what?” he asked, sliding the warm cup with the good smell that always brings you comfort and the fog that rises from it.

“is never being attracted to absolutely anyone i've ever met normal?” you asked quietly and looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed.

minho stops for a few seconds and blinks, deep in his thoughts.

“i don't know. how old are you, twelve?” you roll your eyes as soon as he says this, throwing your arms up on the counter and sighing.

“20…” you whisper back, putting your hands over your face to hide the shame gnawing at you.

“oh” he says, and even without seeing him, you can tell he's holding back a smile. “that’s… that’s different”

“is it weird?” you ask, desperately wishing he'd say no, but when you take your hands from your face and see him, his slouched posture propping himself up with his elbows on the counter, you know he's going against what you expect.

“kinda, yeah” he replies. “but have you really, really never been attracted to anyone at all? no one ever stood out to you?”

it is then that the brown hair you know so well appears in your memory. cheeks washed by a sea of ​​freckles and red lips you could never escape.

you are in an almost state of shock for a few seconds, mind completely dominated by the inherent figure of the boy inside your memory.

“have you thought of anyone?” minho questions, but even with open eyes, you can't see him. it was like you were in a trance, coming to a conclusion you definitely didn't want to come to, feeling your heart beat faster for something you didn't want it to.

“hum” you begin, trying to pull yourself together within reality. “if you thought what i asked you was weird… this is even weirder…”

“minho!” someone behind the counter calls out to you loudly, taking their attention away from you.

“what is it, jisung?” he asks, already irritated.

“we have more orders, you need to help me” the dark haired boy complains, steaming some milk nervously.

“can’t you see i’m busy right here?” minho retorts, offended frown etched on his face. “go on, i’m free to listen”

“um…” you look at him and then at the boy who was now making shots of espresso at a speed you couldn't imagine was possible. “sure…” you says uncertainly, then taking a deep breath and thinking about where to start. “there is this guy”

when you suddenly stop talking, minho approaches with his arms on the counter, as if you're telling him a secret.

"ok…?" he encourages you to continue.

“i know him since i was a kid”

“wow, that’s cute” minho says, putting his face in his hands. “like a puppy love or something?”

“no, no” you say. “i… i never met him, like, ever”

minho is visibly confused again, eyebrows rising.

"what do you mean?"

“i’ve never met him in my life”

“but that’s not possible. how do you know him then?”

“through my dreams” you try to explain yourself, but the words being said out loud make you extremely self-contious and realize the craziness that was spewing from your mouth.

after a few seconds of silence and awkward looks, minho finally responds. “well, that’s unusual”

“don’t you think i’m weird?” you ask, taken aback by his lack of reaction.

“because of this? not much. because of the amount of sugar you put on your coffee sometimes? hell yeah”

“i really like sweets…” you slump back in your chair and he just crosses his arms, rolling his eyes slightly.

“tell me more about this guy of your dreams. what's he like?" minho's interest had images of the boy popping into your head so quickly you felt dizzy.

the shy smile that appeared on his pink lips, the low voice when he spoke to everyone, the false and treacherous memory of his house, his bedroom, his school, his clothes.

his name was felix, and you don't remember exactly when or why you started dreaming about him every night, but you know it was when you were very young.

he lived with his grandmother in a large but simple house in the middle of an open field, and he had to walk a long way on a completely empty road to get to school. he was shy but not aloof; he cared too much about everything, actually.

the dreams were very strange, it was like you entered his body and lived in his skin. the warm sweatshirts he liked to wear warmed you up, and his grandma's food that was so delicious that it seemed too real to be just a dream, coming from your imagination. you soon found out that he had the same birthday as you, and every year the dream of that night was the most awaited one, the taste of the birthday cake his grandmother always made became a concrete memory in your head.

by your teenage years, you thought you were going crazy. he could only be a figment of your brain. you never told your parents out of shame, it was like those imaginary friends you have when you are a kid, but yours appeared too late in your life. it didn't make any sense, the dreams were extremely real, the feelings too. you never managed to talk to him, because it was in him that you resided, inside his body and his mind, in an unbelievably strong connection. you tried several times to write small messages in notebooks or walls that you were trying to channel everything you wanted to say, but in the next day's dream, their presence had already been erased, washed away by time.

the moment things took a different turn and you were sure it was real was when a communication began to exist between the two of you. well, sort of, at least. it all started when you woke up one day with tears running like waterfalls down your cheeks, a huge heart ache. you couldn't understand what was going on and what had upset you so much, having just woken up from a dream, but the feeling was so raw and present that it couldn't be anything. he had to be sad and it canalized on you too.

it went on. at completely random times of the day, you would feel an intense urge to laugh, cry, smile, sleep. it was as if his strongest feelings crossed a threshold and flew straight to you.

it wasn't uncommon for dreams you had just sitting in front of a mirror, staring at felix's complex. your fingertips tentatively touching everywhere on his face, feeling the soft, delicate skin beneath your skin. the constellation of freckels on his cheeks made something inside you bubble.

with time you decided to let it go. the strange feeling that consumed you every time you saw him or thought about him started to scare you, that's why lately you refrained from looking in any mirror during the dreams, and also avoided talking, not wanting the thick and deep voice to reach your ears more than it should. you tended to pull away from him even if he didn't know it. whenever you woke up, you tried to keep your mind off felix's memory as much as you could.

that's why you never considered looking for him. the burning fear that maybe he really didn't exist always scared away the idea of ​​looking for him. you knew where he lived, where he studied, you knew everything he liked from the posters spread across the walls, the books in his shelves, and the video games in his room. but you also knew that you couldn't bear the weight of the truth of knowing that he wasn't real, that the boy never existed, so you closed yourself off from him, starting to sleep less every day so that your dreams would be cut short, and that's how you met minho, the need for coffee that entered your life from the exhaustion and fear that dominated you.

“he, well… he's…” you started to say, but couldn't finish, intending not to let your mind linger on him any longer than it should. “better let it go, minho. guess I'll be a weirdo forever then"

minho sighs and walks over to the pastries counter, pulling out a cookie and holding it out to you.

“take it here,” he says, and you take it from him reluctantly.

“are you feeling sorry for me?” you ask, feeling slightly offended.

“no, definitely not…” he trails off, but you know he's lying.

“thanks for the free cookie” you shrug, biting into the candy.

“anytime” he answers and starts making espressos.

in the following days after this conversation the world appeared to be moving in slow motion. the clouds hung low in the gray sky as if they were weighed down by the heaviness of the gloomy days. the dreams were brief and impersonal as you were sleeping less and less. all you wanted was to be able to escape his life, the deep feelings that invaded your heart without your permission, the melancholic hue of the days that passed slowly.

that was a day like any other, classes were endless and you felt a sense of lethargy settle over your head like a heavy and slow clock. all you wanted was to get back to the comfort of your own home, but when the teacher asked for a few more minutes after class to explain an assignment, you knew you were going to miss the subway.

when class finally ended, your steps were dashed down the street, heavy drops of rain hitting your skin until you found shelter inside the subway tunnels, running to catch the one that was coming. your luck was clouded like the weather outside, the sound of rain echoing like an endless song.

your effort was in vain, as when you arrived the train had its doors closed, the sound of metal on metal emerging as it began to move. a weight was somehow lifted off your shoulders, a sense of being a spectator, watching the world move around you without really being a part of it.

everything suddenly went quiet, and your eyes were unconsciously drawn inside the train, when you see a pair of eyes you never imagined you would see.

your heart raced and burned in your chest as his eyes lock with yours. you feel unable to move or breath, dizziness taking over your body. in that moment, it was as if time stood still and all that existed was the two of you. he seems to have been surprised as much as you, but he wasn't frozen, on the contrary, he took steps to get closer to the train window, but it was too late. the starting noise became deafening, and it felt like it was being pulled away from you.

maybe you were imagining things, the lack of good nights sleep finally catching up to you making you hallucinate. your mind raced with questions and your emotion were a jumbled mess. you couldn't get your mind off his brown hair that he started to grow out, or his cheeks adorably rosy and covered in freckles, his favorite gray sweater that looked more comfortable and handsome than ever, seen on his body.

when the train passes again after a few wasted minutes, you have to force yourself out of the seat and onto it before you miss this one too. the drive home is consumed by a stunned silence, and you think you've finally lost your mind.

when you leave the station, the rain starts to wet you quickly doesn't bother you. you're too in shock to worry about getting soaked, and now more than ever you want to get back to the safety and comfort of your home.

out of nowhere, the rain stops all over your skin and a shadow looms over your head. being pulled out of your thoughts, your gaze rises to see an unfamiliar umbrella being held over your head, and when you turn your back to see who was protecting you from the rain, your thoughts almost gave out.

it was one thing to see felix in the mirror, through a filter, a thin line that separates what is possible and what is not. it's another thing to see him so close, this time inside his own body. he blinks at you several times, as if trying to check if he's seeing correctly or not.

“excuse me, um…” he starts to say and scratches the back of his head with his free hand. his deep voice cuts through your chest like a blade, that velvety voice that has sent a shiver down your spine more times than you can remember. “i know this might sound crazy, but have we met before?” he asks, but you don't answer, you can't. it's like your lips are glued together. “in my dreams, i mean” he explains.

his big, hopeful eyes wait for an answer, he unconsciously leans in closer to look at you more closely. you give in to your instincts however and your fingertips fly out to touch him on the cheek, the familiar soft skin coming into contact with your skin.

the truth of his existence is overwhelming, and you can't stop the tears shyly welling up in your eyes. “you're real…” is the only thing you manage to get out, and your other hand comes up to his face, cupping his cheeks.

a look of relief appears on her delicate features, and he snuggles into her touch.

“you're real. i cant believe it. I've dreamed about you my whole life,” you whisper to him, voice muffled by the raindrops hitting the umbrella over your head.

“i never thought i'd actually find you in real life, it's surreal” he speaks softly too, a smile that wasn't able to be repressed appearing on his lips. “i came looking for you here because i remembered your address from the dreams. i also dreamed of you my whole life, i just… i just couldn’t keep imagining you and not being able to see you in front of me”

discreet tears run lightly down your face, and he gives you a weak smile.

"it's like all the pieces of the puzzle are finally falling into place" he says, placing his free hand on your cheek the same way you placed it on his earlier. "i don't know how to explain it, but being near you feels like coming home"

you finally crack a big smile in his direction, and you could have sworn you saw his eyes light up with it.

“i feel the same” you say, and the feeling of the rain hitting your face quickly appears.

felix lets go of the umbrella that was in his hand and snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you into a warm, tight hug.

“that's nice” he whispers in your ear, and you don't hesitate to hug him back. “because to me it feels like all my dreams came through”

skz as romantic tropes masterlist

taglist: @leeknowinggg @vumiixlyy

Imagine waking chan up by giving him head and him praising you in his raspy morning voice calling you his pretty girl or good girl 😔

ohmygod?????you're trying to end me

18+mdni

You peel the covers back the slightest bit, exposing the rest of his torso. His hair is tousled onto the bed, the white sheet pristine beneath his skin.

He looks like an angel, genuinely glowing from within. His hips are exposed, he's still fully disrobed from last night's shenanigans. He's still coursing through your veins, his cum still inside you from the night before.

You drag your lips softly across his abs, careful not to wake him just yet. His body covers with goosebumps as you fully peel the sheet off of him. The light is barely giving light to the room, but enough to lead you to his every ridged vein in his cock.

Pressing your lips to the tip of his cock, you feel it come alive. The skin tightening, the girth filling out with every kiss you place to it. You run your fingers up his thigh gently feeling his hips swivel the tiniest bit from the friction. He's standing tall now, your eyes glowing with need.

You take him all in your mouth, feeling your cheeks hollow out and your throat burn with each deep stroke you take.

Your tongue swirls around his tip before sliding down to his balls, cupping them with your hands as you wrap your lips around them gently.

Coming back up, you watch his face twist slightly, his brow furrowing. A little moan escaping him.

"Channie, wake up baby" you whisper, letting your saliva coat your hand as you pump his length.

"Channie you're leaking, m'know you wanna cum baby."

His tip is deep burgundy and burning to explode.

"Come on baby, let me taste you," you breathe.

His cock twitches in your mouth as he suddenly is stirred awake.

"W-what? o-oh fuck" his eyes are glassy, his voice a deep rasp coated with sleep.

"I missed you Channie, needed you awake," you say between sucks.

He strokes a bundle of your hair as his sleepy eyes watch you.

"Such a pretty girl, for me, so perfect, just like that babygirl," he says it with fervor, his tongue looping his lips.

You send him deeper into your mouth, his heavy tip hitting your throat. You gag on his length and he moans, twisting his fingers through your hair.

"Baby y-you know if you do that m'gonna cum."

With a shit-eating grin masked with his cock in your mouth, you take more of him in your mouth, gagging.

"Oh fuck m'gonna cum, 'm f-fucking c-cummi-"

He's cut off by a raspy moan, hips bucking, as he spurts ropes of warm cum into your mouth. His cum hits the back of your throat as his body jerks.

You swallow all of him, climbing up his body.

"Goodmorning baby," you say as he watches you in awe.

"Fuck babygirl I thought that was a dream," he says, sitting up.

He captures your mouth in his, flipping you onto your back.

He's hovered over your naked frame, a smirk plastered on his gorgeous face as he moves down your body.

"Babygirl allow me to return the favor hm?" his nose brushes your clit as he delves in.

Little moments

ot8! x gn!reader. 1.8k words total, but each blurb is >300.

warnings: lip picking, food mentions, Minho’s is a bit sad in the beginning, I hope that’s it. all in established relationships!!

a/n: I could not stop thinking about emo Han so that explains his 😭. and Chan and Jeongin’s are based off my own problems 😭

“Stop that.”

You stare at Chan, a confused expression on your face as he looks at you with a stern expression. “Stop what?”

He swats at your hand, rolling his eyes when the piece of skin you were picking at comes off. “Stop picking your lips.” He tugs your hand down when you reach for them again, lacing his fingers with yours. “It’s not good.”

“You’re supposed to indulge in my habits with me.” You argue, groaning when he takes your other hand too.

“I do.” he retorts, “The healthy ones.”

“This is healthy.” You mutter. “I can’t stand dry lips or the feeling of my skin peeling off.”

“Then use chapstick.” He deadpans. You toss your head back with a groan that sparks a laugh from him, nearly falling back when he lets go of your hands. “Here,” he says, pulling out the chapstick tube from his pocket and presenting it to your lips. “I’ll be your personal chapstick applier.”

“Is that even a word?” You question, narrowing your eyes at him when he scoffs and tells you it is. “I have a better idea.” He tilts his head, giving you the tube when you ask for it.

He juts his lips out when you start running the balm over them, eyes widening when you tug him to you by the collar of his shirt.

A giggle bubbles up when you kiss him softly, hands reaching up to cradle your face while you grin against his lips.

“If you apply it like that, maybe I’ll consider stopping.” You propose, smiling when he lets out a laugh.

“Deal.”

“You should smile more.”

At your words, Minho whips his head towards you, glare boring into your skull. “Do you have a death wish?” He threatens, feeling hurt by your words. “Why would you say that?”

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. I’m sorry.” His shoulders relax at your apology, but the walls he’d built from before you surface again, keep him closed off when you move to hold his hand. “I just think you have a pretty smile. I don’t get to see it often….”

This time Minho slumps against your body, pushing you down to the bed with a flop and a protest. He climbs on top of you, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“You’re always working,” he murmurs, words muffled. “It’s hard not being sad when you’re not here, and I guess it doesn’t leave when you get here.”

You frown at his words, fingers messing with his hair. “I promise to make more time for you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his head. “I'm sorry I didn’t do it from the start.”

He lifts his head, looking at you with a teasing grin. “Would you quit your job for me?”

“As if. With both of us working we’ll have a fortune in no time and retire early.” You scoff, smiling as you flip him over. “Then we can see each other all the time.”

He laughs loudly as you press kisses to any area you can reach, pushing your shoulders back when you start pressing wet kisses to his cheek. “I’m already sick of you!”

“Does it hurt?” Changbin shakes his head, slowly easing himself down onto the bed, letting out a pained groan when he moves onto his side. “Are you sure?”

He nods, obvious discomfort written on his face. “Of course.” He looks at you with a pained smile, playfulness seeping through as he moves to pull the blanket over him. “I am so fine right now.”

You frown as he lays uncomfortably in the bed, “I told you to take it easy at the gym.” Changbin huffs at your scolding, scrunching his face in disgust when you run a rag across his forehead. “You just got over your fever. You shouldn’t be pushing yourself so hard so soon.”

“I know.” He mumbled, “I just felt so lazy laying in bed all the time.”

You sigh, nestling under the covers next to him. “And look where that got you.” A grin comes to your lips when he whines again, yelling out an empty threat to kick you off the bed. “You couldn’t even if you wanted to.”

He tosses an arm over you, groaning loudly as he does. “I’ll just keep you here with me, all day and all night. You’ll never leave me.”

“You’re keeping me hostage? Who’s going to make your food then?” You ask, hugging his waist.

He hums, peppering kisses to your face. “I guess we can make an exception for food.” He thinks for a moment, looking down at you with a bright smile. “Do you think the delivery guy would bring it here?”

“Hey,” hyunjin mumbled sleepily as he shuffled into the dining room, shirt haphazardly put on by the way it’s lopsided and backward. “What are you still doing up?”

You frown at his disheveled appearance but still wonder how he could look good even while half asleep. “Sorry, Hyun,” you apologize, finally shutting your laptop off. “I was finishing a paper.”

“You’re done now?” He asks, leaning his weight against your body when you stand in front of him. His eyes flutter shut repeatedly, sleep slowly taking over his body even when he stands. “Coming to bed?”

“Mhm.” You hum, rubbing his back softly. “Can’t have my love be lonely for so long, someone needs to cuddle him.”

Hyunjin hums sleepily, finding your hand before dragging you in the direction of your shared bedroom. “We’ll sleep in, hm?”

“Of course.” You agree, pressing a kiss to his forehead when he settles onto his side of the bed, wasting no time in dragging you to meet him in the middle. “Maybe, if you let me go at some point, I’ll make you breakfast in bed. How’s that sound?”

A smile creeps up to his face at your words, head tucking down to rest under your chin. “Sounds like I don’t deserve you.” You hum, brushing your hands against his back. “I love you, good night.”

A chaste kiss to his forehead and a quiet, “I love you more.” Was your response.

“Look up.”

Han silently obliged, wide glossy eyes peering at the ceiling. There’s an evident frown on his lips as you run the eyeliner pencil along his waterline, eyes watering the slightest from his inability to blink.

“Are we almost done?” He asks quietly, lifting his hand to your arm, quietly telling you he needed a break. “I love being this close to you, but I don’t love a pencil close to my eyeball.”

He smiles when you chuckle, cheeks warming when you pinch at his chin, brushing your thumb slightly under his eye to smudge the makeup. “Just finished. Thanks for staying still.”

“Reward me with a kiss.” He says, looking at you with puckered lips, giggling when you take the opportunity to apply lip balm. “Give me a kiss.”

“Sorry, I can’t. I wouldn’t want to ruin your makeup.” He rolls his eyes. “Whoever did it must’ve put so much effort into it.”

“Then, should I give you a kiss?” He asks, placing his hands on your cheeks when you hum in thought. “I think we both deserve a kiss.”

You smile, pecking his lips once before he brings you closer again. “I think so too.”

“One more!”

You laugh as Felix clings onto you, back pressing against the front door while he continues his attack for kisses. “Any more and I’ll be late for work. Lix.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” He says, arms hugging your waist as he puckers his lips in your direction. “Then we can kiss all day and night.”

You raise a brow at his words, “And who’s gonna bring in the income while you and the boys are on a long, well-deserved break, hm?”

“I’m still getting money though.” He murmurs under his breath, shouting loudly when you flick his forehead. He shouts again when you twist the doorknob open, hugging you when you step a foot outside. “Don’t go. I still haven’t gotten my kiss.”

“I gave you like twenty kisses, Lix.” You say, frowning when he pouts at you. “I really have to go now or else they’ll make me stay late.”

At your words, Felix’s eyes widened. “What are you still doing here! Go, go to work so you can come home early!”

You roll your eyes at his newfound urgency, nearly tripping when he shoved you further out of the door, glaring at him when he laughs. “I’ll see you after work.”

“Hold on!” You turn to look at him with a dead expression, yelping when he presses his lips against yours. He pulls back with a wide smile, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “Have a good day at work.”

“Here you go.”

Seungmin stares at the bundle of flowers being presented to him with a confused smile. Conflicted on how he should feel at that moment. “Flowers?”

“I thought it’d be nice… you know, like a little ‘I love you’ without having to say it.” You mumble, silently regretting your decision from his reaction. “You don’t have to take them.”

He backs away when you reach for them, swatting at your hand. “Back off. These are mine.” A laugh bubbles up at his defensive tone, holding your hands up in surrender as he walks around you to the kitchen. “What kind of flowers are these?”

“Sunflowers.”

“Cause I’m your sun?” He teases, snipping off the ends before placing them in a vase.

“Yeah.” He stops in his tracks at your agreement, the tips of his ears growing red as you look at him with a smile.

He rolls his eyes, an obvious facade based on his rosy cheeks. “I forgot how cheesy you were.” You follow him into the living room, watching him place the base in the center of the coffee table.

He shakes your shoulders wildly, smiling as your head rocks back and forth, then laughs at the groan you let out. “Thank you.”

“I can’t do it. You do it for me.”

Jeongin rolls his eyes, grabbing the hair dryer from your hands. “You’re such a coward.” He grumbled, “What kind of irrational fear is one of hair dryers?”

“A valid one.” You snap, “And ever since I saw the barrel spark, I’ve been afraid to use them. Why do you think I go to bed with wet hair sometimes?”

He deadpans, “All those nights where I was being flicked with water every time you turned, that was your reason?” When you nod, he rolls his eyes again, finally turning on the dryer. “Unbelievable.”

He moves the dryer to the front of your face, laughing loudly when you sputter and reach to slap him. “This is payback!” He yells when you stand up, turning off the dryer and running out of the bathroom. “Hey! I was helping you. You can’t hurt me!”

“You were making fun of me.” You correct, tackling him onto your bed. Jeongin screeches when your fingers poke into his side, screaming louder when you lift his shirt up and blow raspberries on his stomach.

“This is bullying!” He shouts, holding your shoulders when your face hovers above his. “You hate me.”

You press a quick kiss to his cheek, smiling when he giggles. “Mhm, so much.”