AHHHHH GRACIASSSS MI AMORICITOOOOO Asi Mismo Lo Estaba Pensando!!

AHHHHH GRACIASSSS MI AMORICITOOOOO 🩷🩷🩷🩷😭 asi mismo lo estaba pensando!!

MI AMORRRR

Oki so tengo una idea linda esi quieres escribirlo 🩷

No se porque Paboracha sigue en mi mente últimamente, pero vamos a poner que ellos quieren preguntar a la novia para casarse con ellos, pero están escribiendo a la novia para ideas, no a los otros chicos!! 🤭🤭🤭

~tu fan favorita🩷

P.s

No paras de escribir! Siempre me encanta ver sus cosas 🫶🏼🫶🏼 me da inspiración para to seguir escribiendo!!

𝖭𝗈 𝗍𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗒 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋: 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾í𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗃𝗈 𝗒 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺𝖼é𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋. 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍í𝗌𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂ó𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈. 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗓á, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖾. 𝖬𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗒 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗋í𝖺. 𝖭𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈, 𝗒 𝗅𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗅 𝖽í𝖺, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝗇ó𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺. 𝖣𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈… 𝖫𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗎𝖽𝖺: 𝖯𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗋~

ᴘᴀʙᴏʀᴀᴄʜᴀ - ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ

Género: Fluff, comedia. Advertencias: Algún que otro insulto, son paboracha por algo. Si me he olvidado alguna advertencia que creais convenientes, por favor, decídmelo.

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📱Text From Boyfriend SKZ When You're Not Feeling Like Yourself📱

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genre: fluff, slight angst, comfort

pov: 1st or 2nd Person (depending on how you view it)

description: aka, boyfriend stray kid reaching out to help you out during a rough time

pairing: bf!skz & gn!reader (individual)

warnings: swearing, mention of food/eating, reader is going through something

screenshot count: 30

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방찬 (Bang Chan)

이민호 (Lee Know)

서창빈 (Changbin)

황현진 (Hyunjin)

한지성 (Han)

이용복 (Felix)

김승민 (Seungmin)

양정인 (I.N)

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Heres a snippet from the middle of the next story i been writing these past couple days! Let me know if i should continue or scratch it!! Since i got my laptop fixed, i am coming full speed with the stories again!

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“Do you ever miss life before being an Idol,” you ask Chan quietly as you continue to stare at the loving couple who now sat in the outside section of the bar.

“Sometimes. Why do you ask? Y/nnie” Chan looks at you, confused by the sudden question. You took a minute to gather your thoughts as you now see that same couple, sharing the first drink of probably a few tonight.

“Nights like this, where I see people enjoying their life freely, making spur of the moment decisions, or couples going on dates late at night, it makes me miss all the fun things I used to do back before I became an Idol. Though I am very grateful I have this privilege to travel the world and perform for everyone around the world, but I also do miss just being Y/N. Not the Kpop Idol,” you say softly as you look at him, his brown eyes now glistening under the moonlight. Your heart suddenly skips a beat as you watch him analyze everything you have just said. It was like he was surprised but also curious about what was running through your brain. However, he just nods as he looks away from you now, staring into the night sky.

“I get that feeling. Some nights when I work on our songs, moments of when I was back in Sydney come to mind, and I start to miss my younger pre-idol days too. What do you miss the most?”

“Well, hanging out with friends, sneaking out late just to go to the beach and watch the sunrise, trying to fall in love, though that never happened, getting was-”

“Woah wait, are you saying you never fell in love with someone,” Chan asked, his eyes now looking at your red face as you realize you never told anyone that desire of yours. You shake your head no, as you continue to look away to avoid eye contact.

“No, I mean I had boyfriends and flings, but I never truly fell in love with them. And the idea of love for me only became more distant as I became an idol, seeing how little privacy we all have made me not want to pursue anymore. Though I find it cute in movies, I don’t see that being me now.”

You look at the same couple from earlier, the way they both smile at one another, how the guy wraps his arms around his partner as he whispers something in her ear and she blushes, giving him a quick kiss before grabbing his hand and taking him inside to the dance floor. That was the love that reminded you of the movies, the love that you once craved dearly but never received.

“So, let’s pretend we aren’t idols tonight then.”

Snapping your head back at the proposal you just heard, you see Chan’s face turn a slight pinkish color as he hangs his head low, with a smile on his face.

“What do you mean by that Chan,” you whisper softly. You stare at him as a smile now creeps up on your face, connecting the dots on what he is trying to do.

“Tonight, you are not Y/nnie from Straykids, you are Y/n, a wonderful amazing woman from the Caribbean wanting to explore Paris. And I am not Chan, I am Christopher from Sydney who is looking for inspiration in a new place to write his songs and we both stumbled up here for no absolute reason.”

Closing the Distance

Pairing: Chan x AFAB Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Long distance relationships, mentions of other members (friendships), dialogue heavy, mentions of phone sex, first time meeting, penetration (reader), heavy kissing, some angst (distance), closing the distance, scratching, love bites, biting, praise, teasing, taunting, oral (reader), fingering (reader), use of condoms (for once! Look at me go!), Chan is referred to as Chris, not properly proofread.

Word Count: 8757

Synopsis: Finding home in a stranger is harder than Chan expected, but you're determined to make it count.

Authors note: This is the long-awaited part two to one of my first ever fics, which you can read here if you haven't already or need a refresh. I hope y'all like it and that I've done her justice. Also, the little butterflies have been used to indicate time jumps!

"You look so cute when you're focused." Chans voice calls through your headphones, your phone propped up against a glass on the kitchen counter as you cooked dinner. He'd come to love watching you to simple tasks. It made him feel more connected to you.

"Oh, shut up!"

You'd settled into a routine from the very first call. He'd text you every morning, and every chance he got, he was calling you. You were a nightowl, and the mere hour time difference had worked in your favour, offering you the comfort of completing your night routines together.

You glance toward your phone, shaking your head as he struggles to kick his shoes off, almost dropping his own phone in the process. You can hear Jeongin calling to him, and you're blessed with the sight of Chans face flushing. All of the boys knew about you, and you'd become friend with Jeongin and Felix through your mutual interest in gaming and fashion, but he still felt a flush of embarrassment at how quickly he'd become attached to you and how obvious it was to them.

"Hi!!" You hear between rustling, Chan whining in the background as his phone is snatched from his hands. "You haven't answered my messages!! I need your help organising my closet!"

He was quickly becoming akin to a brother to you, and Chan couldn't help but smile in the background.

"Sorry, Innie, I've been busy today! I'll check once I'm done cooking, okay?"

"Busy with your boyfriend, huh?"

His teasing was relentless, though somewhat endearing.

"Okay! That's enough of that, thank you!"

You tune out their bickering, focused on the simmering pot in front of you as you carefully stack meatballs on top of your spaghetti. It was a little embarrassing to admit how important these men you'd never met before had become to you, but you really had come to cherish their presence on your life.

"Oh, hey! I had something to tell you."

He's propping his phone up on his desk, moody purple light filling his room. He had never passed his LED phase.

"Hm? What's up, baby?"

Your focus is on the tv as you settle onto the couch with your food, unaware of Chans bright smile as he registers the nickname. Pet names were somewhat new to you, but it felt so natural.

"So, I'm gonna be coming home for a few days soon..."

He had your full attention now, your brow raised slightly with a hint of caution dancing over your features.

"Oh? That'll be a nice break for you."

"Yeah, it would. And since I'm gonna be there... I kinda thought maybe you might want to hang out with me..."

He rushes through the second half, and your heart skips a beat, your breath caught in your lungs.

"You... actually want to meet me?"

It sounder more surprised than you intended, and you regret it when his face falls, a subtle frown playing on his lips.

"Well, yeah? Why wouldn't I? I kinda thought you'd want to..."

"No, I do! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just..."

It's hard to find the right words to express what you feel.

"All of this still feels kind of like it's not real, I guess? Like... I dunno, I'm sorry."

He softens at your confession, eyes filled with understanding as he shifts focus from his computer to you.

"No, I get it. I kinda feel that, too... but..."

He sucks in a breath, sighing deeply.

"I really want to meet you. Properly. I don't wanna miss my opportunity."

It wasn't unreasonable. You'd been talking for months, and you'd become so close. As much as your anxiety screamed,'What if's, you couldn't miss the chance to see him.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"I'll come see you. At the very least, I owe you the opportunity to squeeze my butt."

Your joke makes him burst into laughter, and you feel sure about your decision. You'd regret it more if you didn't take his offer.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

"How's the weather?"

"It's the kind of weather wear you'd say 'oh it's a bit nippy' in the morning and 'fuck, it's so hot!' by 12." You answer confidently and he knows what you mean, throwing 2 light jackets into his suitcase.

"So, no leather pants?"

"Not unless you plan to let my pry them off of you."

You'd become more confident about the situation as it got closer and his excitement was palpable, Felix texting you every other day to complain that it wasn't fair Chan got to meet you and he didn't.

"Are you hitting on me?" He teases, turning the phone to his face so you could see his smirk.

You feign shock, holding your hand to your heart.

"You've finally noticed!"

He continues asking you questions about the weather and his outfits for another 10 minutes before falling down onto his bed with the phone dropping beside him.

"Y'know, we haven't actually planned how we're meeting." You say softly, wondering if he would be overwhelmed. You had ideas, but you were worried about making him uncomfortable.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay. I kind of had an idea? I don't know if you'd be comfortable, though..."

He turns onto his side, grabbing his phone again.

"Tell me."

"I was just thinking." You're almost mumbling, your face flushed with heat at your proposal. "I just, I know you'd probably be tired and stuff and I'm a bit closer to the airport than your parent... so I thought maybe if you wanted to, you could come here and decompress a bit, and we could just hang out for a while before you went home?"

He's beaming, and it makes you feel more embarrassed despite his obvious approval.

"You're inviting me to your home? That's a big step~"

You pout at his teasing, and he coos in response, smile never dropping for a second.

"I would love that, honestly. I'd really, really love that."

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

You were frantically cleaning your apartment again, nerves getting the best of you as your text tone sounded, loud and piercing from the kitchen bench as you dusted your bookshelf.

Chris♡: about to take off!! So excited to see you <3

A rush of excitement and fear floods you, causing you to backspace and retype your text three times before sending.

Baby!!!: Be safe!! See you soon♡

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Cleaning isn't enough of a distraction, causing you to turn to baking and effectively ruining all your hard work for a few hours.

You carefully frost your slightly messy heart cake, your hands covered in chocolate buttercream, laughing to yourself as "Nice Cakes" stares back at you, cursive and shockingly neat. You'd only managed to kill 4 hours, and there was little left to entertain yourself after cleaning the kitchen again, forcing you to take a long nap on the pink couch that sat centred in your livingroom.

You hoped he'd like your place. It was a little too colourful for most people, a mix of yellows, pinks, and purples with various velvet, silk, and suede textures. You could admit that it was a lot, but it made you happy, and you hoped that would be enough for him to like it too.

After the 8 hour mark hits, you resort to starting a new show, though it doesn't particularly help much when Felix is spamming you with his own excitement and you're growing exceedingly anxious until that one special text tone finally rings, your heart beating in your throat.

Chris♡: worst 10 hours ever, but I'm home!

Baby!!!Oh, thank God. I was ready to throw up :')

A call lights up your screen, and everything feels calm again, the voice you loved so much flooding your ears.

"You missed me that much, huh?"

"Oh shut up! They could still turn you back when they check your passport."

"Hey, my passport's Australian! As far as they know, I live here!"

Your call is short lived but it's more than enough to ease your mind, allowing you the mental capacity to shower and wash your hair, lathering your body in warm vanilla scents that lulled you into a deeper sense of comfort.

You're just slipping your shirt on when you hear a knock that stops you in your tracks, your body frozen until your phone dings.

Chris♡: I'm either at your place or about to scare some strangers....

It feels like forever before you open the door, completely stunned as the sight of him hits you. He looks tired but as handsome as ever, even more so than you could ever have imagined.

"Hi.." He whispers, eyes as wide as yours as realisation crashes down on you both that this was actually happen, and you were actually standing in front of each other.

You can't speak yet, moving to the side to let him drag his suitcase in. Time feels frozen as you stand infront of the door, staring each other down until he finally moves with a loud, relieved sigh, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you flush against him, his head burying in your neck as you feel tears stain your skin. You can't help but laugh, finally wrap your arms around his neck as your own tears begin to fall, his own laughter melting into yours. You notice how warm he is and how comforting it feels as that warmth wraps around your body.

"I'm so fucking happy to see you." He's whispering against your skin, not ready to let you go just yet. You're more than happy to stand there with him, carding your fingers through his hair until he finally pulls back, his eyes scanning your face as if attempting to memorise your features. His focus doesn't break until his stomach growls, embarrassment flooding his face as he steps back from you.

"Sorry... long flight."

Your eyes light up, remembering the plans you had made.

"Oh!! I got stuff to make you French toast!!"

You side step him to get to your kitchen, and he shrugs his jacket off before following you, draping it carefully over a bar stool as he takes in how inviting and cozy your apartment is.

"This feels very fitting for you." He muses, sitting on a stool as he watches you already feeling energised just from being here with you.

"Hm? Is that a good thing?" You ask with a nervous laugh, whisking your egg mixture. "Most people seem to hate it."

He wonders what kind of people you're inviting over if they could hate such a homely space.

"It's cute. I love it."

He already knows not to get in the way of your cooking, admiring as you flip the thick slices of bread before sliding them onto a plate, gently setting it in front of him as you dust your own with icing sugar.

"Eat. You must be so hungry."

With perfect timing, his stomach growls again and sets you both into another fit of laughter, and you struggle not to stare as the corners of his eyes crease, making him appear even cuter than he already was.

He almost devours his food, and you're glad you gave him extra, arguing with him when he tries to tell you he'd do the dishes.

"Shut up, you're my guest! You're not cleaning."

He eventually relents in favour of your offer to take a shower, eager to finally wash almost 13 hours of travel off of him.

By the time he's done, you've managed to get the dishes clean and set your surprise cake on the coffee table sitting on the couch infront of it with a giddy smile as he walks out in his sweats and white shirt looking much more comfortable than he was when he arrived.

"I made you something!" You giggle, gesturing to the table. His proximity when he sits beside you, his thigh firm against your own as he leans forward to inspect the cake sending a rush of warmth through you that you're sure he notices.

"You're too sweet, you know that?" He shakes his head, eyes full of admiration as he dips his finger into the frosting, humming in appreciation at the rich taste.

"Shit, that's incredible."

He watches you dig into the cake directly with your fork, feeling an unfamiliar sense of both satisfaction and pleasure at home comfortable you seemed to be with him, your body leaning into his almost subconsciously, the weight soothing him further as he settled in, uninterested in the movie you'd put on. There was little need for conversation between you, the quiet warmth of your apartment, something he hadn't been able to imagine.

"Are you comfortable?" You whisper, shifting slightly so that your body was turned toward him, your legs pressing together with your knees leaning against his leg. He was more than comfortable. He felt unexplainably at home with you.

"Yeah." His voice is as soft as your own, as if swapping secrets under the faint glow of your television.

"Thank you." A hand moves to pet your hair, and you lean into the touch, welcoming his affection.

"Wanted you to feel special."

Your eyes flutter shut as you speak, and he can feel himself getting sleepy, your presence being enough to cause his body to relax completely.

You stay like that until it gets too late to ignore your heavy eyelids, his arms wrapped around your shoulders as you all but melt into each other.

"Bed time?" You ask, sitting up as a yawn forces its way from his lips.

"Yeah."

You stand, carefully not to hurt him as you climb out of his grip, stretching your body. He wants to reach out and touch the exposed skin of your tummy, but he resists against his own will, watching as you turn everything off.

"So." You speak, heading toward your bed room as he follows.

"You can sleep in the spare room if you want. It gets a little cold though."

You turn to face him, standing infront of your door with flushed cheeks.

"You can uh... you can share with me? If you want? I can get you your own blanket and it'll be like a little sleepover and-"

He cuts you off with a quick kiss, the boldness of it surprising you both. Maybe he just felt more confident hidden in the dark.

"We can share. I'd like that."

You'd never actually let someone share your bed before considering how picky you were about your personal space, but it felt right to let him in, ignoring his quiet laughter as he's greeted by the sight of various plushies propped against the wall your bed is pushed up to, including one small Wolf Chan beside your pillow.

"Don't laugh okay! He was a birthday present."

He loves seeing you pout, watching as you carefully move most of them off your bed and place them gently on the floor, one long dog plush remaining which he walks up to and pokes, squishing it a little aggressively.

"Hey, please be nice to him! He stops me from hitting my head on the wall."

It's all so endearing to him and he can feel himself falling deeper into you with every minute that passes, sitting on your bed and watching as you plug his charger in for him, setting his phone on the night stand beside your own before turning off the light, climbing over him to settle in to your little corner. He can't express what he feels in that moment, cautiously slipping under the sheets to rest beside you, your faces only inches apart as you reach out to grab his hip, tugging him closer in a silent request which he's eager to oblige, your bodies slotting together with your leg thrown over his hip. He's not used to feeling so vulnerable, but it feels like he's known you all his life as you sleepily stare into his eyes, his fingers reaching out to stroke your cheek in a tender display of affection.

You can't remember falling asleep, but you're well aware of the quiet snores that fill your room when you wake up at 2am, Chris maintaining a firm grip on your waist. He looked so peaceful, and you're sure this is the first night in a long time that he's actually been able to sleep well, your heart aching steadily at the thought of how often he was overworking himself.

"I can feel you staring." He whispers, startling you from the depth of your thoughts. His eyes remain closed, but there's a tired smile gracing his lips and you tentatively lean forward, closing the gap between you to press a lingering kiss to his mouth.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

He's not bothered. In fact, he's grateful. Waking up with you at any hour was confirmation that this wasn't all in his head.

He closes the gap this time, his thumb rubbing your hip as he takes the cover of the early morning to fulfil his desire to kiss you properly, his lips moving softly against yours. It's hard not to get lost in him, his motions gentle yet conveying something deeper that bubbled just beneath his surface.

You return his enthusiasm, slow and curious, his tongue playing against yours for a while before he pulls away to take a deep breath, nudging his nose against yours.

"I've wanted to do that for so long."

The combination of his own body heat and the rush of warmth that fills you at as he speaks has you aching to get closer and it's clear he feels the same, turning into his back and dragging you with him until you're straddling him, barely holding yourself up enough to plant a concession of playful kisses across his face that make him smile, laughter vibrating in his chest to shake both of your bodies.

He feels like he's right where he's meant to be. Your head tucked into his neck as the weight of your body rests on top of his, both of you welcomed back into the sleep you'd stirred from, the world fading away like a thick fog.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

You're the first to wake up, the sun hitting your face at 7 a.m., causing you to slip from Chans arms, tugging the curtains closed to avoid waking him. It was harder to fall asleep again in the morning and it doesn't take long before you're sinking into the couch, finally responding to Felix to let him know that everything had gone perfectly and that Chris was currently sleeping peacefully in your bed.

Sunshine boy☆: ooooh did you get freaky 😏

Pro ADC: shut up!! We slept and that is all!

You're torn from your playful argument by the sound of footsteps, a pouty Chris dragging himself toward the couch and dropping himself on top of you, causing you to fall back as he traps you under him.

"Why'd I wake up without you?"

You can hear the pout in his voice, his head resting on your chest as he drops his body slightly.

"You were so tired, and I couldn't go back to sleep, baby. I didn't wanna wake you up!"

You can feel his breath hitching when you call him baby, barely hearing him when he mumbles something about it already being 10am. You're not too focused, really. You're just happy he's had a proper night's sleep for once.

He stays like this for a while, soaking in your touch for as long as he can before you remind him that he has to get ready, the reality that he'd be leaving you hitting as you realise you might not see him again until just before he heads back drawing your own put which you quickly suppress when he sits up, offering him a half hearted smile. It's clear he'd rather stay here with you, but you both know that's not an option.

You spend the next hour watching him, admiring every dip of his body as he changes and giggling with him when he lets you do his hair, his natural curls being a sight for sore eyes. He looked refreshed, and you felt like you were incredibly lucky to be blessed with the sight of him like this.

"I don't wanna go." He's pulling you in for another hug, his suitcase dropped beside your door as he inhales the scent of your citrus shampoo, the faint hint of Shea butter offering a unique combination he thought fit you perfectly. It's a struggle to get him off, though you wish you didn't have to.

"You'll be okay. I'll see you again in a few days, okay?"

A solemn nod is all he can manage and he's sure it'd seem ridiculous to anyone else, the fact that he was so unwilling to leave you, but here you were stood infront of him and accepting of all his trivial emotions.

He kisses you again with more urgency than he had before, and it steals your breath for a moment, your heart dropping as he disappears out the door, the sound of his luggage fading into silence. It was almost concerning, the fact that you truly missed him already, and the comfort of your couch calls to you as his scent lingers throughout your apartment.

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The day passes with only the odd few texts, and you're fine with that. You understand that he's busy. Everything seems fine until 10 pm hits and a series of texts light up your screen, an unusual pattern for him.

Chris♡: There's so many people here

Chris♡: It's so overwhelming...

Chris♡: You're probably busy. Sorry

Chris♡: I swear I think every single member of my family is here.

He's never done well being the centre of attention, and you're worried, texting back as quickly as you could.

Baby!!!: I'm sorry :(((( You must be so uncomfy

Baby!!!: I'm here if you need anything, my love ♡

That was a new one for him. It offers him a little comfort even in such an awkward situation.

Chris♡: Would I be annoying if I maybe asked you to hide me like a fugitive.

Chris♡: I think this is gonna go for a while, and I'm already feeling kinda cranky :/

Baby!!!: You could never annoy me. You will be subjected to a lot of koala cuddling if you come back, though.

You shouldn't be so excited by the idea of him preferring the quiet of your home over a house full of his family, but it does make you happy to know that he feels safe with you.

You don't hear anything else from him until he knocks on your door at 11:30, yawning and dragging his suitcase behind him.

His arms find you immediately, and he sighs, your fingers carding through his hair.

"What excuse did you give them?"

"Told them I had friends I promised to see. They weren't that bothered."

You direct him to the bedroom, tugging his luggage behind you and setting it in the corner of your room where it had been yesterday.

"Go shower. You'll feel better."

He whines, protesting even as he moves to follow your suggestion, refusing to leave the room without a kiss. Maybe you were both a little too comfortable, but it came all too easy.

You're already in bed by the time he's out, his shirtless form catching you by surprise. You'd seen him shirtless before, of course, but it was something entirely new to see up close.

"You're staring again."

"Yeah, I tend to do that."

He climbs in next to you without hesitation, immediately crowding you to get as close as he can without physically laying on top of you.

"I'm sorry your day didn't go as well as you hoped." You offer, your voice genuinely apologetic, despite your complete lack of involvement.

"It's fine. I think I'd rather be here anyway."

There's something you don't quite recognise playing on his features, his hands ghosting over the curve of your waist. Something about this moment felt more intimate than the night before, your guard completely lowered along with his own as you sank into it.

"I'm glad you're here."

Your hand slips under the hem of his shirt, resting gingerly on his lower abdomen. You can feel how his muscles tighten briefly under your fingertips, his skin smooth and as warm as ever. It's as if they have a mind of their own when they creep higher, his eyes never leaving yours as he allows your wandering hand to explore his torso.

"You're so beautiful. I was too nervous to say it yesterday, but I should have. You're just... incredible."

Each word holds its own intensity, drawing you in and wrapping around you. You barely register when he shifts, his leg slotting between your own as half of his body covers you, a delicious tension filling the air. It should make you nervous, probably, but you're instead filled with anticipation, a sense of excitement buzzing through you.

He's nervous too, but it doesn't stop his fingers from slotting between your own, softly holding your hand beside your head as he kisses you. There's no hesitation to it this time. It's firm and sure and bolder than ever. There's no curiosity as his tongue slips between your lips to dance with yours, only a confidence that spurs him on along with your contented hums.

You let him get carried away and he takes the opportunity as your leg hitches over his hip, encouraging him to move so that he has both of your legs wrapped around him, the intensity of your kiss growing as he groans into your mouth. He's unaware of how far gone his is until he finds himself rutting against you desperately, your hips bucking to meet his movements.

"I don't-" He struggles to pull himself away from you, barely creating enough space between you to allow his words into the gap. "I don't wanna push you."

Your head shakes, your arms snaking up his back to lightly drag your nails over his skin.

"You're not pushing me."

The confirmation allows him to give in once more, his body pressed flush to yours as he grinds against you, your fingers still locked as his other hand rests carefully beside your neck so that he can pet your cheek softly.

He has to move back when he hears your moan. He needs to take in the sight of you beneath him, panting and vulnerable. He's sure that he wants to spend the rest of his life looking at you like this.

"So pretty. I'm so fucking lucky."

You tilt your head back, moaning quietly and he can't resist the sight of your bare neck practically begging him to mark it, soft kisses trailing from your mouth, along your jaw and down until he's pressing his lips to the centre of your throat before his teeth beging nipping at the sensitive sides, taunting you as your nails dig deeper into his back.

"Shit, baby, be gentle." He groans, not because he doesn't love the sensation but because he's worried about going too far. He doesn't want to rush this, and he's set on making it count.

"Sorry..." Your voice is barely a whisper as you suck in a deep breath, a hum vibrating against your skin as he sucks what you can only assume will be deep purple marks into your shoulder.

"Just. Feels... intense."

He nods in understanding, pulling back to kiss you again.

"You'll tell me if you wanna stop, yeah?"

"Mhm." You hum your response, hands dragging softly along his back, grazing the marks you'd left. "Please don't stop."

Your voice is almost dreamy, your eyes meeting his with a reassuring smile.

Your kisses become frenzied, breathless moans clouding your minds as your shirt is pushed up and eventually discarded to the floor along with his sweats, needy hands groping at every inch of exposed skin they can reach.

"Chris." You push at his chest slightly to get his attention, your voice higher than you'd have liked.

"Do you... I mean, if you want to..."

His eyes widen, his hands resting on your legs as he processes what you're trying to say.

"Are you sure? We don't have to."

It's possible you nod a little too eagerly, but you need him more than you ever could have imagined, and waiting any longer isn't an option.

"Fuck, I need you. Baby, please."

He's never been so hard in his life, shushing you sweetly as he tugs your shorts off, swallowing in an attempt to calm himself. The sight of the wet patch forming ok your underwear, clear as ever, is enough to have him reeling.

"Shit... God, you're so fucking wet." He's intently focused on the gasps of air you take as his fingers brush along your slit, the wet fabric sticking uncomfortably to your skin.

"Chris, don't tease me. You know that's not fair."

He's surprised you can manage even an attempt at being stern, and it makes him laugh. Your underwear are quickly tugged down your legs and thrown to the forgotten pile you were building, his thumb swiping along your pussy.

"So pretty. All for me, yeah?"

His voice is quiet and gentle, and you know that what he's asking is more of a promise than a question. One that you're more than willing to seal as your arms drape lazily around his neck.

"All for you."

You're both too worked up to drag it out much longer, but you do palm his growing bulge with one hand as your other digs through your bedside drawer for a condom and he can't help but press harder into it, his undervear tugged down and thrown to the void, allowing you to help him slip it on before eventually bringing your hand to his mouth so that he can kiss it, your gaze locked on the length of his cock as you take it in.

You've seen it before. Late night calls ended in heaving breaths more often than not. But it was entirely different to have him vulnerable in front of you, barely an inch of space between waiting bodies.

"Are you sure?" He leans down to press a kiss to your lips, whispering as if he's worried you'll change your mind. You've never been more sure about anything.

"Please." You affirm softly, hands dragging down his chest. "Make me yours."

Your words cloud his mind, an intense mixture of lust and reverence coursing through him as he lines himself up with your entrance, hands once again capturing your own, though it's more to his benefit than anything else. He's trying to keep himself grounded.

He's staring down at you when he slowly begins sliding into you, an ever so slight sting making you hiss for a moment which earns a look of concern that quickly falls when a quiet moan leaves your lips, your eyes wide and breathing uneven as he buries himself completely inside you.

You're grateful that his hips still and allow you a few minutes to enjoy how full he has you feeling. You'd argue that it was too perfect if you had the sense to, but soon enough he's slowly rolling his hips into yours and there's no room to talk, lips connecting in deep, messy kisses as he cages you in, clouding every sense and consuming you in a way you couldn't dream of escaping.

"Chris..." You whisper, almost as if in awe of him. He's just happy to hear your voice.

"I'm here, baby. You feel so good. So perfect for me."

Every word is spoken directly against your lips, and you're trying to meet his thrust, but the angle he's using to his advantage has him perfectly brushing your gspot and you really can't do much more than mumble pleading words as he works you toward your high, wet sounds filling your bedroom.

"You know I'm yours, yeah?" He breaks through the haze in your mind, crashing into you with shocking force as you register the words.

"Yeah?" Your voice is small, searching for something.

"All yours. Fuck, I've never wanted anyone more."

The moonlight shines through your curtains and he feels protected in the hazy light, your face almost serene as he stares into your eyes for a moment before leaning down to hide his face in your neck, firm kisses littering the skin there.

"I love you. So fucking much."

You barely hear it. You're not sure if you heard it correctly, anyway, though you keen up into him in response to what you thought you've heard and his thrust become harsher, almost frenzied as he sees you falling apart at the seems.

"Please say it."

His voice is desperate, all his focus pouring into you as a hand slips down, sliding under your lower back to tilt your hips up and allow him even deeper, more precision adding to the almost unbearable pleasure that threaten to destroy you.

"Please. I know you feel it too."

It's new, the look on his face. It's almost... scared. The vulnerability of asking for something you'd never given combined with his own confession. He's looking at you like he's been lost in the desert and your an oasis.

"I... Chris..."

You're trying. You really are. It's all too much and too good to allow more than a strangled cry of pleasure to leave your throat.

"C'mon baby. Need to hear it."

There's a hint of confidence. The way you melt into him is already affirming what he's sure is true.

You're determined, that's for sure. Your words come out stuttered and almost choked, but you do manage to make them somewhat clear.

"I- fuck- I love you!"

You're gasping for breath, his relentless torment pushing you over the edge as you fall into the abyss of your orgasm, crashing down deeper than you'd ever felt. Your walls grip him tighter, and it's too much, his own release blind siding him as he bites softly into your shoulder in an attempt to muffle the almost embarrassing groan it chokes from him.

There isn't much to be said, your bodies remaining locked for what feels like a lifetime before he kisses you again, moving away to clean up and allow you to head to the bathroom, the two of your showering in succession before you tuck back into bed, quickly finding each other and tangling together as if afraid to be apart.

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You wake up the same way for the next three days, his breath soft on your cheek and your leg thrown over his and your bodies fitting together like they were made to. You could do it forever, and missing him feels so much worse throughout the day when you know he's so close.

Though missing him couldn't compare to the realisation that he'd be leaving again, the safety of your bedroom no longer feeling as it should as he tries to get as impossible close to you as he can, unable to sleep when in a few short hours he'll be forced to break his own heart.

"I wish it wasn't like this."

It's hard to hear past your own sniffling, your respective tears staining the pillows beneath you both as he clings to you.

"Me too."

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It's over just as quickly as it had started. You're forced to say your goodbyes at the door, terrified that you'd be unable to handle it if you took him to the airport. It's a strange kind of numb, as if maybe you can convince yourself that none of it was real if you could just manage to detach from it.

Chris♡: I'll be back. I promise.

Baby!!!: Yeah... you're worth the wait.

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It's a little harder to settle back into your routine, but you manage and soon enough your calls are as comfortable.as they were before, though there's an unspoken air between you that neither of you can bare to acknowledge even when the weeks become months and somehow you're celebrating a year of knowing each other. You've never felt more aware of the distance, though, and there's only so much a cake and a video call can do, despite the weekly flowers that arrive at your door every Wednesday at 9am.

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You're in the middle of a new project, and he's busy with another album when your boss calls you into a meeting, announcing that the newest branch they'd opened was in desperate need of experienced editors that they could trust with such a high volume of work, and that you'd been their first choice, your turn around and dedication making you a shoe in for the relocation if you wanted it.

It was almost too perfect, honestly. The move would come with a furnished apartment, a visa and permit process that you were assured would be swift and fully supported, and a raise that was accompanied by a 4 day work week, though you wouldn't have the comfort of working in a team and would have to move to working entirely independently.

Accepting had seemed like a no trainer, though your motivations were severely skewed by one thing in particular.

"Baby, are you even listening to me?"

The rich voice calls with a pout, and you quickly close the tab of apartment listing's you'd been looking at, focusing on his tired face.

"I'm sorry. I got a little distracted.

"You've been distracted a lot lately. Are you okay?"

He's concerned, but there's anxiety lacing his tone, and you know it's time to come clean.

"There's actually something I needed to talk to you about."

His full focus is immediately on you, and he's sitting up, propped against his pillows.

"You're not breaking up with me, are you?

You can't help but scowl at even the implication of such a thing, and you can see the instant relief flood his face.

"The only way you could get rid of me is a restraining order, buddy."

He laughs, and you can feel the tension drop, though your body is still buzzing with its own worries.

"I'm actually... uh... relocating? My company has opened an international branch and it was a really amazing opportunity. I couldn't really pass it up..."

"Oh..." He's happy for you. Of course he is. But the idea of you being even further away has his heart cracking.

"That's amazing, baby." He tries to paint on a smile, but it can't quite reach his eyes.

"Where will you be moving to?"

A new wave of fear fills you, and it's almost impossible to get your words out, though you manage eventually.

"Well, I'm probably going to need you to step up your teaching game. I mean, my korean is fine enough if I wanted to flirt with my coworkers, but-"

"What???" He's staring at you, mouth open in shock. Maybe he didn't hear you.

"Well, I'd like to be able to communicate, you know?"

"If this is a joke, it's a really mean one." He whispers, almost suspicious.

"If it's a joke, I probably shouldn't have renewed my passport."

His screen goes blank but you can hear him screaming, the sound muffled by what you can only assume is a pillow before his face returns, the wide smile you loved so dearly meeting every feature of his face.

"You're coming here?? You'll be living... here???? For how long???"

"I mean, indefinitely if it all works out."

You've never seen a single man so happy, his barely intelligible rambles flooding through your headphones as he begins typing, a text from Felix lighting up your screen not even 5 minutes later.

Sunshine boy☆: CONGRATULATIONS!!! I'll be moving in and eating all your food in no time!!!!

"Wow, you work quickly!" You try to scold him, but he's too happy, and you're too relieved to stop him, spending the rest of your night listening to him monologue about places he wants to take you and things you have to do.

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2 months pass quicker than you'd thought, and it still feels surreal even as you're out of the airport and heading to your new apartment, the impossibly tall building knocking the breath out of you when you step out of the car. You'd have to remember not to look down from the windows too often.

Felix had been authorised to pick up your keys for you 2 weeks earlier, insisting that the furniture provided would never be suitable enough to make you feel at home. You can't say you trusted his interior design much more as you stepped into the hall, eventually finding your door, expecting only to see Felix inside as he had promised.

The first thing to come into view is a bright yellow and blue painting beside the door, followed immediately by 5 grown men standing in your living room popping various streamers throughout your space.

"WELCOME HOME!"

They're all shouting and you struggle to see past the tears in your eyes, blonde hair clouding your vision as Felix pushes past the others to envelope you in a hug, followed closely by Han and Hyunjin with Jeongin standing back near Chris, smiling as he picks confetti from his hair.

You'd be embarrassed under any other circumstances, but you feel so warm and so full of love that it's impossible to feel anything else, a small pile of wrapped gifts catching your eye on top of a uniquely pink coffee table.

"I can't believe you did this for me." You laugh between sniffles, and you're not sure who they're coming from when Felix is sobbing beside you.

He's telling you about all the changes they made, and Jeongin is explaining some of the things they'd added as Han and Hyunjin clean up the mess their poppers had made, but your eyes are locked on Chris as he stands quietly across from you, taking in the scene infront of him with that same sweet smile that had worked its way into your heart.

"Ooh, we even got you fancy bedsheets!" You hear Hyunjin chime in, and Felix is snickering to himself, his voice lowering enough so that inly you could hear.

"I'm sure you'll make good use of those."

Chris doesn't need to hear him to be flushing red, reacting instantly to your own blush as the noise in the room begins to settle down and the boys slowly drift our, excusing themselves for other commitments though you're sure it's because they could feel the tension in the room rising.

You're promising to go to lunch with Felix when he finally leaves, the lock of your door clicking toeave you stood feet away from the only man you could really give your focus to.

"Hi, baby." He whispers softly, reaching out when you're finally close enough for him to touch. Every movement is gentle, as if you could slip away from him at any moment.

"Hi, my love."

It's not so gentle when his lips crash to yours, his grip on your hips tugging you flush to his chest as your hands find his own for stability, the muscles tensing under your touch.

"Missed you so much." He whispers into the kiss, hands sliding from your hips to wrap around your back as if needing you closer than you could physically get. "So fucking much."

It's your turn to be frenzied, your finger tips digging into his shirt as you grip the fabric, your lips working against his in a daze as your tongues prod against one another. He knows you've missed him just as much

He doesn't want to rush things, but you've been apart for so long, and you both desperately crave the relief of being truly together, as close as two people could ever be. It's why he chooses to lead you to the bedroom, pausing for just a moment to allow you to take in the soft pink and white hues and the plants scattered around the room, though your loving appreciation is quickly broken by a scoffed laugh when you see an out of place, bright blue box set neatly in the middle of the bedside table.

Chris follows your gaze, and his blush intensifies, his fingers finding yours.

"I swear that wasn't me. I mean. I wasn't like-"

You cut him off with another kiss, smiling into it as you press up against him.

"It's fine. I think he had the right idea."

There's a playful sparkle in your eye, and Chris growls in response, raising his brow and walking you over to the bed, the thick blush comforter almost engulfing you as you fall onto it, his body crowding your own.

"Damn, this really is comfortable." You muse and hear melodic laughter in response.

"Wait until you feel the sheets."

It shouldn't have made you moan, really, but you can't help the sound that leaves you at the suggestion, your needy hands already skimming every inch of him that you could reach. He's so much more sure of himself this time around and it shows in the way he touches you, the way his fingers graze the side of your breasts and his lips find your neck with ease. Words aren't necessary as you slowly strip each other, the comforter kicked off in favour of silky pink sheets that lull you deeper into the moment.

Chris can't help but pause, relishing in the sight of you laid bare and so very ready for him, the rosy pink so beautifully contrasting you. He thinks he'll have to take a picture of you like this one day. Something so incredible deserves to be immortalised.

It doesn't last too long though, because his mouth finds your nipple and his fingers find your thigh, gripping the soft flesh before they graze feather light along the slit of your pussy, arousal already pooling under his touch. The sounds you make are ethereal, decorating the walls of the room with hidden whisps of pleasure that only he can see as his touch becomes firmer still, his fingers rubbing circles over your clit that have you gasping for air.

"Wanna spoil you, baby. Is that okay? Let me show you how much I missed you."

Whispers meet your skin between kisses, only briefly interrupting the feeling of his tongue lapping at your nipple.

Your desperate moans are affirmation enough as he pulls himself away from your chest to trail soft, reverent kisses down your torso toward your thighs, both of you breathing uneven when a single kiss finds your inner thighs before his hands are pushing them apart, spreading you open for him like a gift.

The way he sighs makes you flush, his eyes wide with desire. He doesn't want to waste time, but he only offers you a lazy lick, waiting until you're tugging at his curls before he focuses his attention on your clit, lapping and sucking at the sensitive bud. He could spend hours like this, though the way your waiting pussy welcomes his finger as it slips inside you does serve to fan the flames of his own need. He'd almost forgotten how warm and wet you had been for him last time, his body reacting on instinct as his cock throbs where its trapped against the sheets.

"Chris, fuck, please..."

"Shhh baby. Doin' so good. Just wanna make you cum first, okay? Wanna make you feel good."

A second finger joins the first and he's massaging your gspot relentlessly with even, overwhelming pressure that quickly becomes unbearable, your hips grinding up the meet his hand as your moans become higher and breathier, his tongue never leaving your clit even as your pussy flutters around his fingers, your hands painfully tugging at his hair as you come undone beneath him, his body flooded with a sense of pride and awe.

"So fucking pretty. God, you're everything to me."

He works you through it until he's sure you're done, pulling away to position himself on top of you as his salty lips meet yours, a whine sounding as you taste yourself.

"Do you wanna stop, angel?" He asks honestly, watching your expression with nothing but pure love.

Your head shakes as you struggle to catch your breath, your chest heaving slightly.

"Fuck no." You laugh at the crack of your voice which in turn draws a smile from him, his nose nuzzling into your neck.

"So needy, aren't you?" He teases and you lightly pinch his side, your hand slipping down to wrap around his length.

"If I'm needy, what are you?"

His breath catches in his throat, a loud groan vibrating against you.

"Absolutely ravenous."

There's a growl to his words that makes you keen and he can't wait any longer, reaching for the box beside you which you'd completely forgotten about.

It takes him a second to still his hands enough to get the condom on properly and your impatient whines don't help, but he eventually manages and is able to settle his weight on top of you, the familiar sensation signalling relief to every nerve of your body.

"Wanna feel you, baby. Show me how much you love me."

He didn't need you to taunt him into it, but it works nonetheless, his cock pressing slowly into you until he's fully sheathed, only waiting a few seconds this time before he's setting a firm rhythm.

"Fuck, I've thought about this every fucking day, you know that?"

He can't stop himself. He needs to tell you.

"Never craved anything so bad, baby. You've ruined me."

He's making sure you can't respond by putting more force unto every thrust, causing soft 'uh's to leave your mouth every time.

"So fucking good to me. So beautiful, yeah? So fucking sweet. God, I love you so fucking much."

You can feel his honestly, kisses finding every inch of your face and neck between every word. He wants to drown you in a the love he holds for you, unable to keep it bottled up.

"Gonna keep you here with me forever, baby. Gonna spoil you so much. You'll let me, won't you? Gonna give you everything you want."

He doesn't know that he already is just by being here, but he'll figure it out, your nails digging into his skin leaving a reminder that he thinks he'll never want to lose.

"That's it. Mark me, baby. Want everyone to know I'm yours. Wanna feel you with me."

You'd be worried about hurting him if the sharp sting wasn't causing him to rutting deeper into you, your high dangerously close.

"G-onna cum, baby. Feels too good, shit, you feel so fucking good."

Another growl reverberates in his chest and he leans back to watch your face, your eyes squeezing shut as you tug your lip between your teeth.

"Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Go on then, baby. Wanna feel it."

It really doesn't take much more than that, a gasp meeting your mouth as you tug him down into a kiss, your nails digging slightly into his neck as you grip onto him, the pulsing of your walls around him once again proving to be too much for him to handle as he spills into the condom, rutting against you messily.

You whine when he pulls out, your body shaking slightly with the overstimulation that settles like a blanket over you, only relieved by the warm of his hands on your body as a warm, damp towel drags across your skin.

"Well shower soon, okay?"

He whispers and you nod, turning to face away from him as he slots himself behind you, holding you as close as he can with both arms caging your body into his warmth.

"You're never getting rid of me now." He mumbles into your hair and you can't help but giggle, high on the notion that you really were here with him.

"You'll be my favourite problem, I guess."

Work of Art | Hyunjin

ᑉ³pairing; Best Friend Hyunjin x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Angst (ish?), Smut

ᑉ³warnings; SMUT MDNI, Jealousy, dirty talk, swearing, P in V, unprotected sex , fingering, edging, Semi-public sex, Smut. SMUTTT minors do NOT interact

ᑉ³Authors Note; 1k event Commisson giveaway winner @skzdreamer13 (sorry it took so long ! ) Also... this is a bit longer then i intended it to be i got... carried away hehehe

The art studio smells like paint, the familiar scent swirling in the air as you dip your brush into a swirl of color. The canvas in front of you is slowly taking shape, the blend of pastel blues and soft pinks beginning to resemble the hazy skyline of a dreamscape you’ve been envisioning for weeks. You’ve lost track of how many hours you’ve spent on it, layering colors, fine-tuning the details, but it doesn’t matter. You’ve always loved getting lost in your work.

Across the room, Hyunjin sits at his usual spot by the window, sketchbook propped on his knee as he sketches something you can’t quite see from where you stand. It’s comfortable, familiar, the two of you working in companionable silence. Every now and then, you glance up to find him already looking at you, eyes soft and focused, like he’s trying to memorize every detail of the moment.

You’ve been friends for what feels like forever, bonded over late nights in this very studio, sharing music while you worked side by side.

It’s...... easy with him, always has been.

Hyunjin is the kind of person who understands you without you needing to say anything. He knows your moods, can read the subtlest change in your expression, and you’ve always been able to share everything with him — your art, your frustrations, your dreams. This studio was your place. You’d both stay long after everyone else left, the hum of creativity and quiet conversation filling the space between you.

“What do you think?” you ask, turning your canvas toward him. His opinion has always mattered to you. Hyunjin’s eye for detail is sharp, but more than that, you trust him to be honest.

He looks up, his gaze landing on the canvas. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, his eyes softening as he takes it in. “It’s beautiful,” he says, voice low, almost reverent. “There’s something... ethereal about it. It feels like a memory.”

Your heart flutters at his words, the compliment striking deeper than it should. “That’s what I was going for,” you say, stepping back to look at your painting again.

Hyunjin nods, his gaze flickering back to the painting. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, just studies it with that intense focus he always has when he’s taking something in. Then, quietly, he says, “You always manage to put so much feeling into your work. It’s one of the things I... admire about you.”

There’s a softness in his voice that makes your heart skip, something unspoken in the way he says those last words. He doesn’t look at you when he says it, his eyes still fixed on the canvas, but there’s an underlying tenderness that you can’t quite ignore.

You open your mouth to respond, to say something — anything — but the air feels thick with something you can’t name, and before you can find the right words, the door to the studio swings open.

Han walks into the studio, a burst of energy and excitement trailing in his wake. He’s carrying a bag of takeout, the aroma of food filling the air as he enters. His face is lit up with a wide, enthusiastic grin, his eyes sparkling with genuine excitement.

“Hey, everyone!” Han’s cheerful voice fills the studio as he strides in with takeout. “Thought you might be hungry.”

You turn to greet him, your mood lifting at the sight of his familiar, easygoing smile. Han sets the bags of food on the table with a casual grace. “I brought some takeout. Figured you two could use a break.”

“Thanks, Han,” you say, trying to keep the atmosphere light. You catch Hyunjin’s reaction from the corner of your eye. His smile tightens just a fraction, and he shifts his gaze back to his sketchbook, an unreadable expression settling on his face.

“Perfect timing,” Hyunjin says, his voice polite but lacking its usual warmth. “We could use a break.”

Han begins unpacking the food, his eyes bright as he glances at your painting. “Wow, Y/N, that’s incredible,” he says with genuine admiration. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

You smile at the praise, feeling a warm flutter at Han’s enthusiasm. “Thanks, Han. I’ve been working on it for a while.”

As Han continues to unpack the food, you notice Hyunjin’s shoulders are tense, his focus remaining on his sketchbook. There’s a subtle shift in the air, a change you can’t quite place but that feels almost tangible.

“Mind if I join in?” Han asks, setting up a plate of food for you and Hyunjin. His casual tone and easy smile make it clear he’s just as comfortable here as he is anywhere else.

“Of course,” you reply, “It’s good to have you here.”

Hyunjin finally looks up, his gaze fleetingly meeting yours before he returns to his sketchbook. “Yeah, it’s nice to have a break,” he says, his tone once again polite but detached.

As you all sit down to eat, you find yourself drawn into Han’s stories and jokes, your laughter mingling with his. It’s clear that you’re enjoying his company, and you can’t help but notice how his presence brings a different kind of energy to the studio.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, remains subdued. He joins in the conversation, but his responses are brief, and his attention seems.....

....divided.

The studio hums with the soft sounds of conversation and the clinking of utensils as Han continues to engage with you and Hyunjin over lunch. His attention is focused on you, and you can’t miss the playful glint in his eyes.

Lately, Han has been visiting the studio more frequently. At first, it was just a casual drop-in here and there, but recently, he’s been making it a regular thing. The three of you have been spending a lot of time together, discussing art, sharing ideas, and even grabbing lunch like today. His presence has added a new dynamic to your studio time, and you can’t deny that it’s been refreshing.

When Han started coming around more, it felt like a natural extension of your routine. He’d drop by with coffee or lunch, sometimes bringing along his own sketches to work on. You found some joy in his company , and it was easy to get lost in conversation with him. His enthusiasm for art matched yours, and his friendly, easygoing nature made him a great addition to your creative space.

The more Han visited, the more you two grew close. You started to look forward to his presence, finding comfort and inspiration in his company. You’d often stay late into the evening, chatting about everything from art to life.

But with Han’s increased presence, something shifted. You noticed how your interactions with Hyunjin became less frequent. Where you used to work side by side, sharing thoughts and critiques, you now found yourself pulled into conversations with Han. 

“So, Y/N,” Han starts, leaning slightly closer with a teasing smile. “How do you manage to make everything look so effortless? I’ve seen your work, and I know it’s anything but.”

You laugh, a bit flustered by his directness. “It’s a lot of practice and maybe a bit of luck,” you reply, trying to keep things light.

Han grins, his gaze lingering on you. He gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “I’d say it’s definitely more than luck. I’ve seen your paintings turn into something incredible. Maybe you’ve got a secret.”

You feel your cheeks warm at his touch and compliment. “Maybe I do,” you say, matching his playful tone. “But I’m not sure I’m ready to share it just yet.”

Han chuckles softly and reaches over to hand you a paintbrush, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. “Well, if you ever decide to let me in on that secret, I’d be more than happy to help you with it.” He gets a little closer, his arm grazing yours as he leans in. “You know,” he says, leaning in a little closer, “I was thinking... maybe we should test that theory. How about we paint something together one day? I’ve got some ideas and I think it could be a lot of fun.”

“That sounds interesting. What kind of ideas do you have in mind?” you reply.

Just as he starts to respond, Hyunjin, who has been quietly watching, stands up abruptly. His voice, though calm, carries an unmistakable edge. “It’s getting late,” he says, his gaze flickering between you and Han. “I think it’s time to wrap things up for today. Y/N, you should probably head home too.”

Han’s expression shifts from playful to slightly confused. “Already? I was just about to ask Y/N to—”

Hyunjin cuts him off with a firm yet polite tone. “I’m sorry, Han, but we’ve all had a long day. We can catch up on the details another time. Y/N, let’s get going.”

You glance at Han, his eyes reflecting a mix of disappointment and surprise, before turning to Hyunjin. “Yeah, I guess it is getting late,” you agree, though you can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as you stand up.

Han’s disappointment is evident as he offers you a small, wistful smile. “Alright, Y/N. We’ll talk about it soon. Have a good night.” His words are warm, but there’s a hint of frustration in his eyes as he gathers his things.

As Han exits the studio, you turn to find Hyunjin already heading towards the door, his expression a mix of frustration and anger. He’s usually so composed, but there’s something in his demeanor tonight that feels sharp and unsettled.

“Hyunjin, wait up,” you call, catching up to him as he moves toward the entrance. The studio is now quiet, the clinking of utensils and hum of conversation replaced by an uneasy silence.

Hyunjin stops and turns to face you, his gaze intense. “Y/N, I didn’t mean to rush you, but..." He pauses, his voice faltering slightly as he searches for the right words.

“Actually, never mind,” he says abruptly, his tone shifting to a forced calm. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

He begins to walk toward the door, but you reach out, your voice trembling slightly. “But, Hyunjin? What’s wrong?”

Hyunjin stops, his back to you, and for a moment, you can see the conflict warring within him. He turns his head slightly, but the emotion in his eyes is hard to decipher.

"You've...you’ve been spending a lot of time with Han lately.”

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. “He’s been coming by the studio more often. We’ve just been working on some ideas together.”

Hyunjin’s jaw tightens, his frustration evident. “I’ve noticed. It’s just—” He stops himself, running a hand through his hair. “Never mind. It’s none of my business who you spend your time with.”

Hyunjin’s frustration is palpable as he crosses his arms, his gaze fixed on the floor. The usually calm and collected friend is now visibly shaken, and the intensity in his voice is unmistakable.

“Hyunjin, what's wrong?” you ask, concern evident in your voice.

Hyunjin looks up, his expression hardening. “Nothing’s wrong,” he says, his voice clipped. “I’ll stop interrupting your time with Han.”

Before you can react, he turns away from you, heading towards the door. The sudden shift in his demeanor makes your heart ache, and you can’t just let him leave like this.

“No, wait!” you call out, rushing to catch up with him. “Hyunjin, please, don’t go. We need to talk about this.”

Hyunjin pauses but doesn’t turn around. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he replies, his tone flat. “I just... need some time alone. It’s better this way.”

You reach out, placing a hand gently on his arm. “Hyunjin, don’t shut me out. We’ve always been able to talk through things. I don’t want to lose our friendship over this.”

Hyunjin stiffens under your touch and then turns to face you, his eyes blazing with an emotion you hadn’t expected. The usually composed and easygoing Hyunjin is now a whirlwind of frustration and jealousy, his features tense and his jaw set tight. The raw intensity in his gaze is something you’ve never seen before — a mix of hurt and anger that makes your heart ache.

You’re taken aback by his intensity. “Han’s just been trying to be friendly and lighten the mood. I didn’t think it was anything more than him wanting to hang out and have a good time.”

“Are you seriously that oblivious?” he snaps, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions. “I’ve been sitting here, watching him flirt with you, and all you seem to notice is how charming he is.”

Hyunjin’s voice trembles with frustration. “It’s not just about him being friendly! It’s about watching you with someone else, someone who’s clearly interested in you. And while he’s making moves, I’m just supposed to sit here and pretend it doesn’t bother me?”

You feel a pang of guilt, your own emotions a whirlwind of confusion and concern. “Hyunjin, I—”

“Do you really not get it?” he interrupts, his tone harsh and edged. “I’m in love with you, Y/N. I’ve been hiding it for so long, thinking maybe it would go away or that it didn’t matter because we’re friends. But seeing you with Han, seeing how easily he gets to be close to you, it’s like... it’s tearing me apart.”

He stands there, struggling to keep his composure, his breath coming in uneven gasps.

“I... I didn’t know,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “Hyunjin, I never imagined you could feel this way. I thought... I always thought you’d see me as just a friend, nothing more. Why would you ever think that—”

Hyunjin interrupts, his voice strained. “Because you are special to me. I’ve been falling for you for so long, and I’ve been trying to ignore it, hoping it would go away. I’m sorry if I’ve been selfish, but it’s killing me to see you with him when all I want is to be close to you.”

He pauses, taking a deep breath as if bracing himself. “But I’ll give you space since it’s clear the feelings aren’t the same. I’m sorry for bringing this on you.” His voice is barely above a whisper, filled with regret and resignation.

Before you can find the right words to respond, before you can process the whirlwind of emotions, Hyunjin turns abruptly and walks toward the door. His steps are heavy, each one echoing the weight of his confession.

“Hyunjin, wait!” you call out, but he doesn’t turn back. The door closes softly behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet studio, your heart pounding.

You stand there, stunned and at a loss, the room feeling colder and emptier than before. Your heart feels like it’s been shattered. Your vision blurs with tears, and you try to hold them back, but they come uncontrollably. You bite your lip, trying to stifle the sobs that escape.

You’ve been in love with him for as long as you can remember, but you never dared to hope he could feel the same way.Standing there, tears streaming down your face, you clutch the edges of the doorframe, trying to ground yourself.

You take a shaky breath, desperately trying to compose yourself. With trembling hands, you wipe at your tears with the sleeve of your shirt, attempting to pull yourself together.

Summoning all the strength you have left, you push open the door and step out into the dimly lit hallway. The cool air hits your tear-streaked face, but it does little to soothe the turmoil you.

As you open the door, you come face-to-face with Hyunjin, who is standing right outside, as if he was about to come back in. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees you crying, and his expression shifts from pained resignation to a mix of shock and vulnerability.

You both stand there for a moment, the silence thick with unspoken words and raw emotion. Hyunjin's eyes are red-rimmed, and he looks as though he's been caught in a moment of hesitation, his own tears glistening in his eyes.

Hyunjin’s gaze drops, and he looks away, clearly struggling with his emotions. “I was just—” he starts, but his voice falters, and he wipes at his eyes quickly, as if trying to regain his composure.

As you both stand there, Hyunjin's gaze slowly meets yours. There’s a mix of desperation and hope in his eyes, as if he’s grappling with the urge to fix what’s been broken.

His expression softens, and with a trembling breath, he takes a step closer to you. The space between you seems to shrink as he closes the distance, his movements slow and deliberate.

Without a word, Hyunjin gently places his hands on your cheeks, his touch tender and warm. His eyes search yours for a moment longer, as if asking for permission. Then, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that is both soft and filled with emotion.

The kiss is hesitant at first, but it deepens as he pulls you closer, his lips moving against yours with a sense of longing and desperation. You can feel the trembling in his hands

As Hyunjin’s kiss deepens, it feels as though time stands still, the world outside the studio fading away. The intensity of the moment pushes you both backward, and with each tender touch of his lips, you find yourselves moving slowly but inevitably back into the studio, the door closing shut behind him.

The kiss continues, now more urgent and passionate, as if he’s trying to pour all the words he can’t express into this one moment.

When the kiss finally breaks, you both stand there, breathless and slightly disheveled, still close together. Hyunjin’s gaze is tender, and he looks at you with a mixture of relief and hope.

"Why me? I don’t get it” you say.

Hyunjin’s smile widens, and he gently wipes away a tear from your cheek. “Why you? Because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted—kind, talented, and absolutely incredible.Because you’re like your art—full of beauty and emotion. Every piece you create reveals a part of you, and I’ve been captivated by that. I’ve been waiting for the right moment to show you just how much you mean to me.”

He kisses you again, this time more desparetly, as if he needs to breathe and your his oxygen.

You can feel his hand slide down your body and he takes your hand in his. You feel your own heart skip a beat, and you can't help but smile as you continue to kiss, as he pushes you back allowing you to sit up on one of the tables in the studio. He takes the opportunity to put his body between your legs. 

His tongue explores your mouth, and you can’t help but respond, your own tongue dueling with his.

You can feel the heat radiating from his body. Your hands reach up to touch his chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath your fingertips, and Hyunjin lets out a low groan, his eyes darkening with desire.

“Fuck, I want you,” he growls, his hand gripping your hip tightly.

You can feel his erection pressing against you, and you moan softly, your own desire building up inside of you.     

You break the kiss, gasping for breath. Hyunjin’s lips trail down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. You arch your back, moaning as his hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples through the fabric of your shirt.

“Hyunjin, please,” you beg, your hands tugging at his shirt.He obliges, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. You can’t help but stare at his muscular chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his abs. 

He smiles, looking at you, as if asking for permission with his eyes. You nod and his hands reach towards you to unbutton your shirt. You undo your bra on your own, and together both items fall to the ground. You blush as he stares at you.    

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing gently.

You moan, your nipples hardening under his touch. You can feel your wetness soaking through your panties, and you grind your hips against Hyunjin’s. He groans, both hands now gripping your hips tighter.

Hyunjin leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking gently. You try to stifle your moan, your hands gripping his hair as he switches to the other nipple, biting down gently. His lips trail back up to your neck as his hands begin to slide down the sides of your body.

His fingers find their way to your panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, his fingers tracing the lines of your panties.

You moan, your hips bucking as his fingers slip under your panties and into your wetness. He strokes your clit, and you cry out, your orgasm building up inside of you. Hyunjin continues to stroke you, his fingers moving faster and faster. His fingers are long and slender, and you can feel them stroking you from the inside.

"Oh g-god, Hyunjin" you say, as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"Yeah? Does that feel good baby?" Hearing him call you "baby" sends a flutter through your chest, a warmth spreading in the pit of your stomach. It’s not just the word — it’s the way he says it, soft and full of affection, like it belongs only to you. You’ve heard the word before, but from his lips, it feels different — intimate, tender, and so undeniably right.

Your legs begin to tremble as your orgasm builds. Hyunjin kisses you again, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers continue to move inside you.

You break the kiss, gasping for breath. "d-don't stop" you whine. Hyunjin continues to kiss you, swallowing your cries as his pace speeds up. You grab onto Hyunjin's shoulders as you begin to ride his fingers, your body trembling with pleasure. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," you cry, as your orgasm approaches.

"Not yet," he whispers and you feel as he pulls his fingers out of you. "I want your cum on my cock."

You blush, as his hands reach down to unbutton his pants. He pushes his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. His erection springs free, and you can’t help but stare at it.

 “Do you want this?” he asks, his hand wrapping around his cock and stroking it slowly.

    You nod, your hand reaching out to touch him. Hyunjin groans, his hips thrusting forward as your hand wraps around his cock. You stroke him slowly, matching his rhythm. You pressed your thumb down onto his dripping red tip, and you could hear him whine.

   “Fuck, that feels good,” he says as he slowly spread open your legs. He pushes you back a little to line his tip up to your entrance.

"You ready for me?" he asks, teasingly.

"Please," you reply, desperately.

He pushes in, his cock stretching you open as he enters you. You moan, your hands gripping his arms as he begins to move, thrusting slowly at first.

"Please, Hyunjin, please." You begged, as your eyes closed from the pleasure.

"God, you're so tight," he groans, his hands gripping your hips, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, back out, and back in again.

and he feels SO good.

And then he stops..... while still inside you.

Confused, you open your eyes to see a frozen Hyunjin. “What’s wrong?” you ask.

“I-I...." he stutters. Hyunjin’s face pales as his eyes dart nervously to the canvas behind you. "I spilled paint,” he says, gesturing to the canvas behind you. He hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck, visibly distressed. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know you worked so hard on it, and I just... ruined it.” His voice breaks slightly, and he looks away, unable to meet your gaze.

You look at the canvas, your heart sinking a little. The once vibrant colors you’d carefully layered over days of meticulous work are now smeared and distorted by splashes of dark paint. What was supposed to be a serene landscape, full of soft pastels and warm hues, is now marred by streaks of harsh, misplaced colors running down the surface.

"It was perfect, and I ruined it," he whispers, his voice thick with regret. "I know how much this meant to you."

Hyunjin’s hand is covered in streaks of dark paint from knocking over the paint, and you can see how the paint has seeped into the creases of his hands, clinging to him like guilt.

He stares at his hand, then back at the ruined painting, shaking his head. "I should’ve been more careful," he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "Look at this... I can't believe I did this to your work."

He looks up, shocked. "Y/N..."

"Hyunjin," you say. "It's okay. It's just paint."

"But..." he starts.

You cut him off with a kiss. "I'd rather have you than the painting," you whisper. "Besides I think your art is prettier than mine."

"You...you do?"

"Mmhm," You say nodding your head."Besides....I always said I wanted you to paint me one day..."

" You want me to paint you?"

You answer his question by moving his paint coated hands together and placing them both on your chest, leaving his paint handprints right on you.

You've never done anything like this before, but the idea of being so intimate with Hyunjin is incredibly arousing.

   You gasp at the sensation, your body trembling with desire. Hyunjin's touch is electric, and you can't help but moan as he continues to explore your body with his fingers. He moves one of his hands and traces a finger over your collarbone, leaving a trail of paint in its wake.

You feel as he begins to thrust into you again.

Your eyes close from the pleasure, and you moan as his cock fills you completely.

"Oh fuck," you say, your voice cracking. You feel Hyunjin's pace quicken as his cock continues to pound into you. His hands roam, allowing more paint to make its way onto your body. You place your hands into an open yellow and purple paint nearby and place your hands on his chest, covering him with paint as well.

"Oh fuck," Hyunjin growls, his voice hoarse with lust. He grabs you by the hips, and lifts you off the table.

"Wrap your legs around me," he says.

You do as he asks, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. His cock is still buried deep inside you, and the new angle sends shivers of pleasure through your body.

"That's it," he says, his voice husky. "Hold on tight."

He begins to move again, his pace quickening as he pounds into you, his cock hitting just the right spot inside you.

You cling to him, your arms wrapped around his neck and your face buried in his shoulder. You can't help but cry out as your orgasm approaches.

"Oh god, Hyunjin," you cry, your body trembling. "I'm gonna come."

"Yeah?" he says. "Me too."

His thrusts become faster, harder, as he pounds into you. Your cries echo in the room, and you feel him throb inside you.

"Come for me, Y/N," he growls.

"Oh god, Hyunjin," you cry, as your orgasm hits, your nails digging into his shoulders. He continues to thrust into you, drawing out your pleasure. You cling to him, your body shaking as the waves of pleasure wash over you.

"Fuck," Hyunjin groans, as he comes, his cock pulsing inside you, completing the masterpiece by painting your walls.

    When you finally come down from your orgasm, you look down at Hyunjin and see that he's covered in paint. His face, his hair, and even his clothes are covered in a rainbow of colors.

    You can't help but laugh at the sight, and Hyunjin joins in your laughter.

"You look beautiful," he says with a soft smile, his eyes tracing your features. "Like a work of art. Something I'd spend hours admiring, and still, it wouldn't be enough." He places you back down on the table and pulls you into a tight embrace, and you can feel the warmth of his body against yours.

    The two of you stay there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, before you finally break away.

    "We should.... clean up," you say, gesturing to the paint that's covering both of your bodies.

    Hyunjin nods in agreement, but neither of you move.

Instead, he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"We'll get cleaned up soon," he says, his voice soft and tender.

"Right now, I just want to hold you."

You smile, a wave of happiness washing over you. "I'd like that," you say, nuzzling against his chest.

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Reacting to JeongChan's Solo stages

A/N: These performances made me absolutely feral. So now enjoy what has come from my silly feral things my brain comes up with <3

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Warnings: Mentions of word whore, eye-fucking, jeongchan being teases whether they like it or not🤡