Dancing Hearts Masterlist

Dancing Hearts Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Minho comforts you

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𝒞𝓌: 𝒜𝓁𝓁𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 (𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒), 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻

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Maya and I stood in the doorway taking in the sight. The king was standing in front of Chan with an angry look on his face and a broken vase on the floor next to his feet. While Chan was still sitting in the chair he’s been in, with his head hung low. 

We glanced nervously at Bangchan, he looked defeated, and it sent a pang of sadness in my heart. I had to stay professional in front of the king. I glanced at Maya before I took a step forward, clearing my throat before speaking.

“We have lunch” I speak quietly but loud enough for them to hear.

The king turns his gaze towards us, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Set the food on the table.” He grumbles, gesturing towards a table in the corner of the room.

Maya grabs a tray to hand to me before she grabs her own tray. We make our way to the table and set the trays down. After we set them down we make our way back to the doorway unsure of what to do.

“Will you need anything else?” Maya asks.

“No, that will be all,” the king says gruffly, taking a seat at the table.

Chan remains silent, still looking down at the ground as he avoids eye contact with anyone. Maya and I exchange another nervous glance, unsure of what to do or say next. The atmosphere in the room is thick with tension.

As Maya and I leave the room, closing the door behind us, I can’t help but feel a sense of worry for Chan. I know that he and his father have a complicated relationship, but seeing them argue like this was difficult to witness. I look towards Maya, trying to gauge her emotions before speaking.

Do you think he’ll be okay?” I ask her quietly as we walk down the hall.

Maya looks at me and sighs. “I don’t know,” She replies. “It’s hard to tell, the king and Bangchan have been at odds for a long time. Sometimes things get heated, but normally they can work through it.” She stops walking and frowns. “But I don’t know… that argument seemed more intense than usual.” She finished.

“Chan looked sad and scared… normally when I walk into a room he looks at me to acknowledge me, but his eyes didn’t leave the floor.” I tell Maya.

Maya nods thoughtfully, listening to my observation. “You’re right” She agrees. “He was acting different, he seemed withdrawn and defeated. And it is unusual for him not to acknowledge you. Is there something else going on or is it just the bad argument?”

“He was fine this morning, before this meeting with his father.” I respond

Maya nods again. “That’s true,” she muses. “It seems like that meeting with his father might have triggered something. Maybe the disagreement was much worse than what we saw there. Since we only got the ending of the argument, it could have been much worse.” She pauses before speaking again. “You should keep an eye on him, make sure he’s ok. But for now you should give him space.”

I nod “Yeah… that’s what I was thinking, I’m going to fetch his favorite night wear and I’m thinking about getting the cook to make his favorite dessert.” I tell Maya and she nods in agreement.

“I don’t know how I’m going to handle the king.” Maya tells me.

We both go our separate ways. I go to Chan's room to find his favorite nightwear and I place it on his bed. Then I go to the cook downstairs to ask them to make Chan's favorite dessert made for him when he gets out of the meeting with his father.

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Taglist: @manuosorioh@xxkissesforchanniexx@stayceebs97@lubileaf

Random sexual text with Chan

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴, 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭, 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰

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𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 9 𝓶𝓲𝓷 46 𝓼𝓮𝓬

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆𓍢ָ໋🎂 ༘⋆°🌷

The day dawned bright and sunny, a perfect backdrop for Changbin's 25th birthday celebrations. Y/n had carefully planned a special surprise for her boyfriend, eager to make this milestone birthday unforgettable. She had decided to keep it a secret, wanting the look of shock and excitement on Changbin's face when he discovered her preparations.

As Changbin woke up, blinking tired eyes at the early morning light streaming through the window, he felt a sense of anticipation in the air. It was his birthday today, and he couldn't help but wonder what Y/n had planned for the day. He knew she had been acting strangely secretive the past few days, which only fueled his curiosity.

After a quick shower and breakfast, Changbin ventured out into the living room, where Y/n was sitting on the couch, pretending to read a book. He could tell she was trying to act nonchalant, but he could also sense the barely concealed excitement in her demeanor.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Y/n greeted him with a smile, closing her book and putting it aside. "Happy birthday, babe. Did you sleep well?"

Changbin couldn't help but grin at the sight of her. "I slept fine," he replied, plopping beside her on the couch. "But I have a feeling you didn't do much sleeping last night." He raised an eyebrow, smirking at her attempt to keep a straight face.

Y/n feigned innocence, placing a hand on her chest. "Me? Up all night planning your birthday celebrations? perish the thought," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Changbin chuckled, reaching out to pull her closer to him. "You're a terrible actress," he teased, wrapping his arms around her. "I can tell you've been up to something. You're practically vibrating with excitement."

Y/n giggled, resting her head on his chest. "Fine, you got me," she admitted, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "I do have something special planned for you today. But you'll have to wait and see what it is."

Changbin groaned dramatically, pretending to pout. "You're going to make me wait all day?" he asked, his tone laced with mock disappointment. "How am I supposed to survive the suspense?"

"Well first, you have to head over to the company for your birthday party from them. Then you'll get the suprise from me" Y/n tells Changbin.

Changbin grumbled good-naturedly, reluctantly extracting himself from the comfort of her warm embrace. "Alright, alright," he said, standing up from the couch. "But you better make whatever you have planned worth the wait, woman."

Y/n rolls her eyes "Yeah, yeah… Now go be Hyunjin's wife for a while"

Changbin shot her a mock glare, but there was no real heat behind it. "You're lucky I love you," he said, grabbing his phone and keys from the coffee table. "Otherwise I'd make you regret that comment."

"You love me because I'm hilarious," Y/n retorted, sticking her tongue out at him. "And don't pretend you don't enjoy being Hyunjin's favorite."

Changbin huffed in exaggerated annoyance, but he couldn't keep the small smile from his face. "I do enjoy being his favorite," he admitted. "But don't tell him I said that. His ego is already inflated enough as it is."

Y/n laughed, pushing him towards the door. "Your secret is safe with me," she said, giving him a playful shove. "Now go, before you're late for your own birthday party."

"Alright, I'm going, I'm going," Changbin said, rolling his eyes dramatically. "I'll see you later, babe. Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone."

Y/n blew him a kiss, a cheeky grin on her face. "I'll try my best, but no promises," she teased. "Now go have fun at your party, and behave yourself."

"When do I ever misbehave?" Changbin asked, feigning innocence. "I'll be the perfect gentleman, I swear."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, skepticism written all over her face. "I'll believe that when I see it," she said, crossing her arms. "But seriously, have a good time and tell the others I said hi."

"I will," Changbin promised, opening the door to head out. "And I expect some incredible surprise from you later."

"You won't be disappointed," Y/n assured him, leaning against the doorframe. "Now go, before you actually are late. I love you."

Changbin smiled, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on her forehead. "I love you too," he said, before heading out the door.

A few hours later, Changbin returned home, a content smile on his face. The members had thrown him a wonderful surprise birthday party, complete with cake, silly games, and plenty of laughs. But now, his mind was focused on the much-anticipated surprise Y/n had been talking about.

As he entered the apartment, he called out, "Babe, I'm home." The place was silent, except for the faint music coming from their bedroom. Curious, he made his way to the bedroom, his heart racing a little with anticipation.

As he pushed open the door, his breath caught in his throat. The room was lit with dozens of candles, their flickering light casting a warm and romantic ambiance. In the center of the room, a large gift box was placed, tied with a silky red ribbon.

Changbin stepped further into the room, his eyes fixed on the gift box. It was large and flat, and he could feel the excitement begin to thrum in his veins. Then, he heard the door close behind him, and he turned to find Y/n leaning against it, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Happy birthday," she said, her voice soft and sultry. "You like your surprise?"

Changbin's gaze flicked from the gift box to Y/n and back again, a mix of surprise and anticipation etched on his face. "I…" he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words. "This is… wow. It's incredible."

Y/n sauntered towards him, her hips swaying in a hypnotizing manner. "I'm glad you like it," she said, stopping in front of him. Her eyes glinted playfully. "Now, are you ready for your present?"

Y/n's smile widened as she saw the effect she was having on him. She walked past him towards the gift box, her fingers trailing lightly over the silken ribbon. "Patience, Binnie," she teased, looking back at him over her shoulder. "All good things come to those who wait, remember?"

Changbin groaned, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "You're killing me, you know that?" he said, watching her every movement with rapt attention.

Y/n giggled, enjoying the effect she was having on him. She picked up a pair of scissors that had been sitting on the dresser and cut through the ribbon, letting it fall to the floor. Then, she lifted the lid of the gift box, revealing the contents inside.

Changbin took a step forward, his curiosity piqued. But before he could see what was inside, Y/n stepped in front of the box, blocking his view. "Ah ah ah, you can't see yet," she chided, holding up a hand. "Close your eyes."

Changbin huffed, but obeyed, closing his eyes obediently. He felt Y/n's presence in front of him as she approached, her breath warm against his skin.

Y/n reached out and took his hands, guiding him forward. "Now, keep your eyes shut, and don't open them until I say so, okay?" she instructed, leading him towards the bed.

Changbin nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. He could feel the soft sheets beneath his legs as he sat down on the bed, his hands clutching Y/n's. "I won't peek, I promise," he said, his voice a little shaky with anticipation.

Y/n chuckled, amused by his eagerness. "Good boy," she murmured, letting go of his hands. "Now stay right here and let me work my magic, okay?"

Changbin gulped, feeling a little vulnerable. But he trusted Y/n, so he dutifully kept his eyes closed. "Okay, I'm all yours," he said, leaning back on the bed.

Y/n began to work her magic, starting with a gentle face wash to cleanse Changbin's skin. She massaged the cleanser in small circular motions, taking her time to get to every area. As she worked, she hummed a soft tune, the sound adding to the relaxing atmosphere.

Once his face was washed, Y/n moved on to a toner, to help balance the pH of his skin and prep it for the next steps. She poured some onto a cotton pad and gently patted it over his face, making sure to cover every inch.

Next, Y/n reached for an essence, a lightweight and nourishing serum that would hydrate and soothe his skin. She poured a few drops onto her fingertips, and then gently applied it to his face, massaging it in with gentle, sweeping motions.

Finally, she finished off with a moisturizer, choosing one that was suitable for his skin type. She took her time spreading it over his face, massaging it into his skin, and making sure he was left with a smooth, glowing complexion.

"There," she said, satisfied with her work. "All done. You can open your eyes now, babe."

Changbin slowly opened his eyes, feeling his face with his hands. His skin felt smooth and soft to the touch. "Wow," he breathed out, his eyes meeting hers. "This feels amazing. You're so good at this."

Y/n smiled widely, pleased with his reaction. "I'm glad you like it," she said, walking around behind him. "But we're not done yet."

Changbin's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "We're not?" he asked, turning his head to look at her. "What more is there?"

"Well, we need to take care of the rest of your body too, remember?" Y/n teased, running her fingers through his hair. "Can't just focus on your face, babe."

Changbin felt his heart skip a beat at her words. The idea of having her touch him all over was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking at the same time. He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling dry. "Right, of course," he said, trying to sound casual.

Y/n chuckled, seeing right through his attempt at nonchalance. "Don't worry," she reassured, her hands sliding down to his shoulders. "I'll take good care of you. Just relax and let me work my magic."

Changbin took a deep breath, trying to get himself to relax. He let his body sink into the bed, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to slowly melt away. "Alright," he said, closing his eyes again. "Do your thing, babe."

Y/n started with his neck, massaging the tight muscles there. She used gentle but firm pressure, working out any knots or tension. Then, she moved down to his shoulders, using her thumbs to knead the muscles there as well.

As her hands worked their magic, Changbin found himself sighing in pleasure. Her touch was both soothing and igniting an aching desire within him. "God, that feels good," he said, his voice hoarse again.

Y/n smiled at his reaction. "I'm glad you're enjoying it," she replied, her hands trailing down his back. "Now, let's take off your shirt, shall we? I need access to your muscles."

Changbin shivered at her words, the thought of her touching his bare skin sending a thrill through him. He sat up and obliged, pulling off his shirt in one swift motion.

Y/n stepped back for a moment to take in the sight of his bare back. Her eyes traveled over the muscles that rippled beneath his skin, and her fingers itched to touch them. "God, you're gorgeous," she murmured, stepping closer again.

Changbin felt heat rise to his cheeks at her words, the compliment making his heart flutter. But he barely had time to respond before her hands were on him again, trailing across his back in slow, deliberate movements. Her touch was firm but gentle, and it sent shivers of pleasure up his spine.

Y/n continued her ministrations, taking her time to work on every muscle group. She paid special attention to the knots and tension spots, kneading them until she felt them loosen. As she worked, her hands drifted lower, down to the small of his back and over his hips.

Changbin gasped as her hands moved lower, the sensation of her touch on his bare skin setting his nerve endings on fire. He could feel his body responding to her touch, and he struggled to keep his breathing steady. "God, Y/n," he groaned, his voice strained.

Y/n was enjoying the little sounds he was making, and the way his body reacted to her touch. But she wasn't done yet. "Turn over for me, babe," she said, her voice soft yet commanding.

Changbin obeyed without a second thought, flipping over onto his back. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "What now?" he asked, his voice rough with need.

Y/n straddled his hips, settling herself on top of him. Her eyes roamed over his chest, taking in the sight of his muscles. Then, she leaned down, her lips grazing his earlobe. "Now, I work on your front," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

Changbin shivered at her words, his hands instinctively moving to her thighs. The feel of her legs straddling him sent a jolt of desire straight through him, and he struggled to keep himself under control. "You're killing me, you know that?" he managed to say, his voice a low growl.

Y/n just smirked at his words, knowing full well the effect she was having on him. She ran her fingers lightly over his chest, tracing the hard muscles there. Then, she began to work her magic, massaging and stroking his chest and stomach with practiced ease.

Every touch of her hands sent sparks shooting through his body, leaving a trail of heat wherever she touched. Her touch was both soothing and maddening, and he found himself arching into her touch, wanting more. "God, you're so good at this," he gasped out, his eyes fluttering shut.

Y/n chuckled, enjoying the power she had over him at this moment. "I know," she said, her hands drifting lower, to his abs. "I know all the right buttons to press to make you lose control, Binnie. And I intend to press every single one."

The rest of the night was spent with Y/n continuing to pamper and tease Changbin, drawing out more gasps and groans of pleasure from him. She knew exactly how to wind him up and then bring him back down again, leaving him on the edge of ecstasy. Eventually, they both lay sated and satisfied, with Y/n curled up against Changbin's chest.

"Best birthday ever," Changbin murmured, his eyes closed and a contented smile on his face.

~~~~~~Prologue/ Intro to Chapter 1~~~~~~~

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓯 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽

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The prince was an anti-social and cold person, he rarely spoke to anyone besides his staff, even though it was only a few words. You were his maid and you seemed to be his sole exception, the only person with his full trust. 

While it seemed like he didn't care about anyone else, he treated you with respect and kindness. Something you weren't expecting when you were placed to be the prince's maid. There was never a trace of coldness in his voice when he spoke to you.

Slowly, the prince started to get this weird feeling in his heart whenever you were near. He would picture you in his head, your eyes that shine in the sun, your smile whenever he told a bad joke, your hands when you gently fixed his hair, the way you always smelled sweet when you were next to him or in front of him, the way your body moves when you walk. And even sometimes late at night about how your body would look underneath him... but most of the time he would quickly push those thoughts out of his head.

It was inappropriate for him to think of you like this, sexually. You're his maid, a relationship between you and him could never happen. His parents expected him to marry someone with a royal status, just so the kingdom could have a next heir to the throne.

He's quickly bought out of his thoughts by a gentle knock on his bedroom door. It's you, here to wake him up and get him ready for the day. When he finally sits up in his bed, he sees you walking towards his windows and throwing his curtains open.

"You have another lesson with your father today, I'm pretty sure it's about fighting. So, if this kingdom ever goes into war, you can defend it." You tell him while setting out his clothes.

He groans, not happy with having to listen to his father give his speeches that he's heard thousands of times and could recite in his sleep.

"Can't I just sleep in? I didn't get much sleep last night." He asks in a slight teasing tone.

You're unphased by his response. "No, you can't. Your father instructed me to get you to this lesson on time and dresses appropriately. And even though I serve you, your father scares me more. Now, get dressed." You rant "C'mon, let's go" You urge him as you pull on his arm to get him out of his bed.

He sighs but gets up against his will. As he undresses you turn your back to him to give him privacy. Once he's dressed and he gives you the go ahead, you turn around and straighten his outfit before heading to his bedroom door and opening it. "After you, your highness." You tease as he waves his hand, dismissing you but mumbling a thank you under his breath.

"Now, let's get you to your father. And for the love of God, don't skip out on this. I don't want to be scolded again." You groaned.

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