I Have Read This An Embarrassing Number Of Times And I Cant Believe I Havent Reblogged It

I have read this an embarrassing number of times and I can’t believe I haven’t reblogged it

Love Lesson | hjs

❝𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮… 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰?❞

↳ Jisung’s your best friend, but he’s been feeling a little irritable lately. In an effort to lift his mood, you plan an evening of fun. But it turns out to be quite different… 

↳ Female reader x Han

↳ 4.5k

! Strong language, friends to lovers au, roommates au, angst and sexual tension, references to pornography, submissive Jisung, dominant reader, explicit sexual content, unintentional voyeurism, oral sex (f. and m. rec), fingering (f. rec), squirting, spanking, hair pulling, praise and instruction, adult themes throughout !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「© June 2020 by jl-micasea-fics」

Wandering absently around the supermarket, you pursed your lips as you browsed the ice cream stored behind the frosty freezer door.

You smiled in satisfaction as you found the one you were looking for. Cookie dough flavour had always been his favourite, and you only hoped the small treat would help to pull him out of the funk he’d been in lately.

Living with your best friend was nothing short of amazing, and you loved it 99% of the time.

The other 1% of your experience with him was less than pleasant, but that was only when he got those days where he was snappy and frustrated. You were never sure why he got so irritable, and he’d never tell you. So you made it a point to avoid him, give him his space, and just be there if he needed you.

And today was one of those days.

He’d been utterly short with you this morning before you left for work, practically ushering you out of the door before you’d even had a chance to put your shoes on. You couldn’t help but feel like he was actively trying to get rid of you, which was so unlike him. You normally couldn’t move for Jisung whining your name or sneaking into your room to spend some time with you, whether that was to watch a movie or simply cuddle. It was all completely platonic, of course. You’d never risk embarrassing him on the few occasions that he had gotten a little… overexcited by the contact. He’d just make his stammered excuses, leaving your room with flushed cheeks and an impossibly apparent erection.

Honestly? You found it cute.

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This was SO GOOD!!!! I have been patiently waiting and I just read the whole thing. Omg. Perfection, chefs kiss. 🤩🤩🤩

GHOST OF YOU (PT. 2) | lee minho x fem ! reader

cursing & smut & slight angst & fluff & dad ! minho & mom ! reader & more under the cut !! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

minho is not a man who lives his life looking backward. he doesn't want to regret a moment of his life. he knows he can't change the past. and in most aspects, he would never want to. minho's greatest joy in his life is his daughter. minho's only regret is her mother.

there are so many things you wish you could change about the past. in many ways, you've spent a lot of time looking back instead of looking forward. the one thing you would never change is having your son.

minho--a man so focused on moving forward he refuses to look back. you--someone so focused on the past that you can't bring yourself to look forward. both of you have had your fair share of past hurts. but maybe together, the future will be brighter than it has been for a long time.

SEE PART ONE HERE !!! // read on AO3

want more of this story ? see texts w dad ! minho here ! (coming soon)

for better visualization, find the pinterest board here & spotify playlist here !

GENERAL WARNINGS | mentions of death (no major characters), mentions of reader being previously married, mentions of food / eating, reader gets drunk at one point, slow burn, sexual tension (?), sweet pet names, reader has a son, SWEARING, reader wears minho's shirt at one point, dad minho (please let me know if there is anything else)

SMUT WARNINGS | penetrative (p in v) sex, unprotected (consensual) sex (reader mentions she's on birth control & both state they are clean BUT please practice safe sex irl), a lot of praise, minho reassures yn of insecurities, fingering (f receiving), sweet aftercare (please let me know if there is anything else)

WORD COUNT | 14.8k , approx. 1hr 2min read

NOTES | and now the second part of dad minho is OUT <33 thank you again to everyone for your support and patience <3 i hope you'll enjoy this <3 WARNING IT STARTS OFF SPICY FDKFJ literally right from the start of this part hahah

dedicated to all the people who have felt like the past is too much to carry alone. and also to everyone who let me share snippets of this before it was finished only to get as giddy about it as i am. this is for anyone who needs a little extra comfort in a hard place and for anyone who has felt heartbreak so big you worried you’d never come back from it. so actually, what i mean to say, is this is dedicated to all of you. enjoy ♡ 

eight

He was panting in your ear, strong arms caging you underneath him. He groaned a little as he pressed himself further into you. “Yn.” 

You gasped, your own hands coming up to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you. “Fuck, Minho.” 

He moaned softly as you clawed down his back, trying to hold onto him as he rolled his hips into you harder, faster. “God, I’m so fucking close.” 

“M-me too—”

“Mom!” Your eyes flew open and you sat up quickly, looking at your son in the doorway. It was a dream. Fuck. 

“Haru, what’s wrong? What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged before leaving your room again, “but I’m hungry!” 

It was 9:00 a.m. Saturday. Three weeks after you bared your heart to Minho. Three weeks after he admitted to wanting you. Three weeks after you’d finally admitted to yourself that you wanted him. It was Saturday and you’d had a dream about Minho. A wet dream. 

You buried your face in your hands and groaned loudly. You could still feel yourself throbbing. You’d never had your release. You could almost feel him on your skin. But that was impossible. You’d never been with him like that. 

You climbed out of bed and made your way to the kitchen to make breakfast for Haru and yourself, pushing all thoughts of Minho and your dream about him out of your mind. 

Yet, as you pushed Minho out of your mind, you seemed to be infiltrating his. 

He felt terrible, but he just couldn’t stop. He hadn’t felt relief like this in too long. It was hard to do anything with a toddler around, so the shower had become his solace. 

It was early, too early for him to be awake on a Saturday, and yet there he was in his shower with a hand wrapped firmly around his hardened dick. What had started this, one might ask. He’d have to be truthful and answer that it was the dream he’d had about you. 

He’d dreamed of you and woke up with his dick harder than it had been in a long time. And he felt awful. What would you think if you saw him right now? If you knew what he was doing? But the thought didn’t exactly stop him. It only turned him on even more. 

He moaned your name softly, in the solitude of his shower, careful not to wake his daughter. He kept quiet, also, to keep the shame from bubbling up his throat. If he was quiet, maybe it would go away. 

It didn’t. Not even when he came all over his hand, immersed in pure ecstasy. The shame only grew. What was he doing?

Minho couldn’t look you in the eye the next time you dropped Haru off for dance. You didn’t notice because you couldn’t look him in the eye either. You quickly dropped your son off, said a brief hello to Minho and turned to leave again. You didn’t get far before he grabbed your wrist. 

“Hey.” You finally looked him in the eye and you had to look away again. He looked at you so tenderly. You couldn’t take it. “We’re not doing this again. What’s going on, why are you avoiding me?” 

You couldn’t exactly tell him you were avoiding him because he made you insanely horny to the point you were having vivid dreams about him. But there really was no other reason. “I-I’m not avoiding you. I’m just busy today.” 

“Okay.” He frowned but didn’t press it. 

“Actually…” You paused, unsure if you should finish your thought. But the attentive way he looked at you pulled the words out of you with ease. “Haru and I were going to go camping next month. I-If you’re not busy, would you and Jiyeon like to come with us?” 

His eyes lit up again. “Camping? Sure. I’d like that. I know Jiyeon would enjoy it too.” 

“Okay,” you nodded, swallowing your nerves and looking him in the eye again. “I’ll text you the details. We can figure out all the logistics together.” 

“Together,” he whispered. He watched as you left the dance studio waving a little as you went. He couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the day. Together. 

He couldn’t wait to go camping with you. 

As soon as you got to work, you told Ryujin everything—from the realization of your feelings for him to your dream to asking him to go camping with you. Ryujin listened with wide eyes, her smile growing as your story continued to progress. When you finished, she just leaned back in her seat and looked at you. 

“I knew this would happen.” 

“What?” 

She looked at you intently. “From the moment you told me Haru was going to 5-STAR, I knew you’d fall in love with Minho. And ever since that time at the park, I had a feeling he would fall for you too. Damn, I’ve been waiting for you guys to realize it too. Didn’t think it’d take you both so long.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault I was scared!” You pouted at her and she laughed a little, nodding in agreement. 

“That’s true. Anyways. When are you going to tell Minho that you have feelings for him?” 

“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “Maybe when we go camping.” 

Ryujin looked thoughtful and nodded slowly as she mulled it over. “That would be a good time I think. Do it when it’s just the two of you around the fire after the kids have gone to sleep. I think that would be perfect.”

“I’ll tell him when and how I want to,” you huffed, crossing your arms and glaring at her playfully.

She shrugged, “If you say so. I was just trying to give you some advice. You haven’t confessed to someone in a long time, so you’re probably out of practice.”

“Hey! Don’t be mean!”

“I’m not being mean,” she laughed and stood, making her way back to her own office. “Just honest.”

You rolled your eyes at her as she left, but deep in your heart you knew she was right. You were out of practice. Even though you had heard Minho confess that he liked you romantically, you were still terrified to admit to him out loud that you felt the same. So, all you could do was take her advice and hope it went well. 

If only you knew you had nothing to fear. Minho was head over heels for you and was also out of practice. Any confession would be good enough for him. More than good enough. 

“Jisung,” Minho breathed when his best friend answered the phone. “Hey. So, you know that girl I’ve been telling you about?” 

“Yeah, yn, right?” 

Minho nodded, dragging a hand through his hair as he sat on his bed, phone still pressed to his ear. “Yeah. She, uh, she invited Jiyeon and me to go camping with her and her son next month.” 

“That’s great, isn’t it?” 

Jisung was excited for his friend. Truthfully, he thought it was long overdue for Minho to open up his heart to someone else. Of course, who was he to say that to him? So, he kept silent. Now, Minho was opening up his heart, but something still seemed to be holding him back. 

“I-I mean, yeah it is. The thing is… I want to tell her how I feel about her, but I just… don’t know how or when.” Minho paused when he heard a crash from Jiyeon’s room. He got up and peeked into her room to see her bin of Legos on its side, thousands of the tiny, colorful, plastic bricks spilling out onto the floor. He went back to his room. 

“Why don’t you tell her while you guys are camping?” Jisung suggested. “You guys will be more relaxed there and it’ll be a kind of romantic setting don’t you think? Out in nature, practically alone, sitting together by the campfire, potentially huddling together to keep warm—”

“Okay, yeah,” Minho laughed as Jisung started to ramble. He sighed a little and smiled to himself. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” 

“Of course I’m right. Have I ever led you astray?”

“I mean there was that one time when you—”

“Hey!” Minho could hear Jisung pouting through the phone, “We agreed not to talk about that.” 

“You’re right, you’re right.” 

Jisung sighed, “Anyway, man, I have to go. Haneul is sick and I left a date with a really hot girl to take care of her. So, if I have to leave a hot date for my daughter, I definitely have to leave this call with you.”

“Sounds like duty calls. Tell me about your date later, yeah? Thanks for your help.”

“No problem, hyung.” Jisung laughed and Minho could envision him nodding his head as he got ready to hang up. “Talk to you later, bye!”

“Bye.”

Minho was about to set his phone down and check on Jiyeon when his phone started buzzing in his hand again. When he saw the name displayed at the top of his screen, he couldn’t help the smile that spread across face. He was quick to answer. 

“Hey, yn.” 

“Hi,” you breathed back. You always felt breathless around Minho these days. You supposed that came with the newfound realization that you were quickly falling for him. 

“Did you need something?” 

“Uh, yeah, actually. I was wondering if now is a good time to talk about the camping trip next month? I just want to make sure we plan ahead and have everything worked out ahead of time and—” 

“No, yeah, for sure,” Minho interrupted your rambling and you could hear the tender smile in his voice. “Yeah, now is a good time. Give me just a second, I’m just going to check on Jiyeon and make sure she’s still doing okay.” 

“Okay.” 

Minho set the phone down and made his way down the hall to check on his daughter. When he poked his head into her room again, she was still playing with her dolls and Legos. “Hey, sweetheart. You doing okay?” 

“Yeah!” 

“I’m on a phone call right now, but I’ll start making dinner soon, okay? Are you hungry?” 

“Yeah, a little bit.” Jiyeon turned to look back at her dad. “I know you’re on the phone with Haru’s mom. I heard you say her name. You like her don’t you?” 

“Of course I like her. We’re good friends—”

“No, dad. You like her. Like, you want to marry her!” 

Minho shook his head and chuckled softly at his daughter’s antics, leaning against the doorframe. “I don’t know if it’s that extreme yet. But you’re right. I do like her.”

“Good. She’s nice. I like her. You should go talk to her now.” 

“Okay,” Minho took one last look at his daughter before turning to leave. “Okay. I’m just going to be in my room, yeah?” 

When Minho got back to his bedroom and picked up his phone, he could hear you on the other end, singing a song to yourself softly. It was some children’s song he recognized from a CD he’d bought to play for Jiyeon on long car rides. He listened for a moment longer before speaking softly. “Hey, are you still there?” 

“Oh, yeah! Hey. I’m here.” 

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at how cute you were. “Hey. So, you were saying?”

“Right!” You pulled out your notebook and a pen so you could write down any plans you made together. “Well, usually, Haru and I go tent camping, and our tent is big enough to fit a family of five so, if you wanted to save on space and didn’t mind it, you could share the tent with us. I have a big air mattress we can blow up and… share… if you want. And I have a smaller one for the kids.” 

His heart fluttered and squeezed in his chest at the thought of sharing a bed with you. Having to cuddle up to you to keep warm. In a tent, out in the open, under countless stars. “Sure, I don’t mind sharing. That sounds perfect.” 

“Okay, great.” Minho could hear you exhale softly in relief. He could picture your eyes lighting up. He wished he could see you. “So as far as food, do you want to, like… divide and conquer?” 

“Yeah, we could do that. I can bring meat and all of the seasonings needed for it. Vegetables too. And drinks?” 

“Alright, then I’ll bring fruits and sides, like chips and stuff.” 

“Perfect,” Minho agreed. He wasn’t sure what to say—he didn’t know what other planning things you needed from him. But he wanted to keep talking to you. 

You hummed a little as you wrote in your notebook. He could hear the scratching of your pen on the paper, could imagine your lip tucked between your teeth as you wrote. “So, there’s this campsite I usually book this time of year that’s absolutely beautiful and I can reserve that place if you want! Unless you would prefer we look around a little or something—”

“No! Th-that sounds great actually. We can reserve a spot there.” 

Minho wished he was better with words. He wished he could tell you how much he loved your laugh, how much he loved your voice. He wanted to listen to you talk forever. But he also wanted to tell you all the things he loved about you. He wanted you to feel loved. He wanted you to know just how much he adored you. Every part of you. Everything about you. 

But he wasn’t great with words. He didn’t know what to say. And all he could do was listen as you wrote in your notebook, preparing for the camping trip a month away. 

nine

As the weeks went by, anticipation grew in your chest. All you could think about was spending the long weekend out in nature with Minho and sharing a bed with him and curling up to him to stay warm. Would he want that? Would he prefer you keep your distance? Would he still be scared to admit how he felt for you? 

“Yn, you’re daydreaming again.” Ryujin’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked over at her from where you were sitting on the floor packing your bag for the camping trip. 

You shook your head and went back to folding your clothes and adding them to the bag. “Sorry.”

“Are you thinking about Minho?” Ryujin smirked at you and moved to sit closer to you, helping you fold your clothes and pack your toiletries. “Are you thinking about what it’ll be like to sleep next to him?” 

You shoved her playfully, but you couldn’t deny she was right. “Yeah, kind of. What if… what if I fuck this up?”

“How could you possibly fuck this up? He is so into you, yn.” 

“I’m just… worried I guess. Overthinking.” 

Ryujin grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to look at her. “Listen to me. He likes you. It will not go wrong.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Okay, yeah, you’re right.” 

“Of course I am,” she grinned proudly at you and stood. “I’m going to hang out with Haru. He’s more fun than you, Mrs. Mopey McMoperson.” 

You stuck your tongue out at her, not caring how childish you seemed. “Whatever. Have fun playing cars with my four year old.” 

“I will!”

Minho, in his apartment ten minutes away from you, found himself in a similar state of mind. He’d been thinking about you almost constantly for the past month—ever since he’d realized his feelings for you. Ever since you offered to share a bed with him on your camping trip.

“Hey, lover boy,” Jisung snapped his fingers in Minho’s face, pulling him from his state of deep thinking. Jisung’s over dramatic whining was pretty hard to ignore. “Pay attention when we talk to you!”

Minho looked around the room at the friends he had over. He’d invited Chan, Jisung, Hyunjin, and Felix to bring their children for a playdate with Jiyeon and also to help him prepare for the camping trip he’d be going on with you that weekend. All four men were staring at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to answer some question he hadn’t heard.

“Uh, sorry. I’m just distracted.”

“Yeah, because you’re thinking about yn,” Chan snorted, shaking his head and grinning to himself. “Never thought I’d see the day when our Minho fell in love again.” 

“Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves—”

“You do love her though. We can all see it. We’ve seen you crushing on people before, we’ve seen harmless romantic feelings, and we’ve seen you in love. You’re definitely in love with her.” Hyunjin’s words logically made sense to Minho but he still felt like he was hearing a foreign language. Him? In love? He hadn’t thought it was possible either. 

Felix nodded in agreement. “Please, hyung, I haven’t seen you smile so much in a long time. You’re head over heels for her.” 

“You guys should have heard the way he talked about her on the phone,” Jisung piped in, laughing loudly, “He was swooning!”

Minho glared at him, about to snap some harsh remark at him when five young children marched into the living room in a line, as if there was something serious to talk about. Chan’s son Yunseo, the oldest, led the line of children followed by Hoyeon, Haneul, Jiyeon, and Eunji. Eunji toddled along behind them, much smaller than the rest, but none of them minded. They’d all been best friends since birth, so their age didn’t really matter. 

“We would like to perform a dance for you,” Yunseo declared, voice sounding very formal and clipped. 

Jiyeon practically jumped up and down as she nodded. “Yeah! Yunseo and I taught the dance!” 

“Go ahead and show us, then, sweetheart,” Minho cooed, the glare instantly melting from his face as he watched his daughter speak with such excitement. 

“Here, dad, you play the music,” Hoyeon said, matter-of-factly, guiding Felix to pull out his phone and turn on the song they’d decided to dance to. 

Haneul shuffled shyly over to Jisung, whispering softly in his ear. “Dad, will you hold my tiara? It kept falling off when we were practicing.” 

“Of course, baby,” Jisung smiled widely at his daughter, helping her take the tiara off of her head. “I’ll keep it safe for you while you dance.”

The music started and the five children began to dance. Honestly, the dance was pretty good considering it was choreographed by a six year old and a four year old. They weren’t the most coordinated, but Minho thought it was still the best performance he’d ever watched. Maybe he was a little biased, though. 

When the dance finished, Minho and his friends clapped and cheered loudly for their children. Hyunjin’s daughter, Eunji, hopped over to her dad and gave him a hug. “Did I do good, Dad?” 

“You did great, my love. Should we get you into some dance classes this fall? Would you like that?” 

Eunji nodded, grinning widely. “Yeah! I can take classes with Jiyeon at Uncle Minho’s studio!” 

“Yeah?” Hyunjin looked up at Minho. “Would that be alright? I’d pay for her, of course but—”

“You know you guys don’t have to pay. Family is free.”

Family. 

The smile on Hyunjin’s face said everything he couldn’t express with words. “Right. Family is free. Then I’ll call tomorrow and get Eunji enrolled in the classes for the fall.” 

“Dad, can I do it too? Please?” Hoyeon whined, pouting cutely as she clung to Felix’s knees. And how could he ever say no to her?

“Of course. I’ll call tomorrow too.” 

Haneul opened her mouth to beg Jisung as well, but he was one step ahead of her. “I texted Soomin already, sweetheart. You know I would forget if I had to do it tomorrow.”

“What about you, Yunseo? Do you want to dance at Uncle Minho’s studio?” Chan asked, fixing his son’s disheveled hair. 

Yunseo shrugged, seemingly unbothered. “Sure. Just for a little bit though. I want to try baseball too!” 

Minho laughed and reached down to scoop Jiyeon into his arms from where she was seated on the floor in front of him. “I’m sure your Uncle Seungmin would be more than happy to help you out with that dream.” 

A knock on his door interrupted the conversation they were having. Minho stood, a bit confused. He hadn’t been expecting any guests. 

But when he opened the door, his heart soared. There you were. 

“Yn, I wasn’t expecting you!”

“Ah, yeah, sorry.” You looked around him nervously, hearing laughter from inside his house. “I-Is now a bad time? I can just call or come back another time? It’s nothing important, I was just wanting to… talk to you. Actually, I’ll just go. I don’t really know why I came, I—”

“You don’t have to go.” His voice was soft and you looked up at him, wide-eyed. He looked at you so gently, so full of emotion you felt your heart beating in your throat. 

“Are you sure? Looks like you have a full house right now.” 

He shook his head. “I’m sure. Why don’t you come in?” 

“Okay.” You took a breath and stepped in hesitantly, bowing politely to the group of men in Minho’s living room. 

“They’re just over for a playdate. These are my brothers and their kids.” 

You caught onto the way he called them his brothers. You’d talked to him before about how he’d grown up an only child. These must be the best friends he spoke so highly of. You smiled at them and waved a little. “Hey.” 

“Where’s Haru?” 

“Ah, he’s with Ryujin. A-actually, Ryujin was the one who told me I should come over.” 

“Do you think he’d want to come over and play with the kids?” Minho asked carefully, not wanting to overstep any of your boundaries. “If he wanted to, maybe Ryujin could bring him? Ryujin could stay if she wanted, too.” 

“You know, maybe I should have her bring Haru over here. Ryu was wanting to meet up with some of our other friends at her apartment anyway.” You pulled out your phone to text Ryujin, nibbling on your bottom lip as you did so out of nervousness. You could feel the four men in the living room watching you. It made you anxious. They meant a lot to Minho, so you could help but want to impress them. 

“They’re all welcome here as well, if they want to hang out with us.” Minho offered, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I-I mean, only if they want to.”

You looked up at him and smiled softly. Your smile put him at ease. “You know, what? That sounds kind of awesome. Let me ask Ryujin what she thinks.”

You texted Ryujin and after some back and forth, she decided she’d bring the girls and Haru to Minho’s apartment to hang out as one big friend group. You told Minho and he smiled so widely you thought your heart would melt. He finally brought you over to meet the guys, guiding you to sit beside him on the couch. When Jiyeon saw you, she ran and gave you a hug and it made your heart ache in a way you didn’t understand. 

“This is yn. She’s who I’ll be going camping with this weekend.” Minho’s hand fell on your knee and he squeezed it once to comfort you before gesturing to each of the men in the living room and naming them as he went. “Yn, these are my best friends, Chan, Felix, Hyunjin, and Jisung. I’ve told you about them before.” 

Jiyeon climbed onto the couch on your other side and curled into you. It was so cute you had to resist the urge to coo at her. “She’s Haru’s mom! Haru is my bestest friend from dance class! He’s really nice and he’s good at dancing too!” She turned to look at you intently. “Is Haru coming over?” 

“Yeah, he is. He should be here soon!” 

Jiyeon hummed happily and turned to look at her friends all chattering with each other and playing together all over the living room. She slid off the couch and joined them, so you looked up at the men sitting around you. They were all looking at you already. 

“So, yn,” Chan started, leaning back against the couch and positioning himself more comfortably. “Minho says you met at his dance studio. What made you want to enroll your son in dance classes there?” 

Minho groaned in embarrassment and buried his face in his hands. He didn’t say anything though. He knew nothing could stop his friends’ interrogation of you. You looked at Minho before looking back at Chan and answering. “Well, it was the dance studio that was closest to my apartment and it also had the best reviews. When I took Haru to Minho’s studio, I also found out that my best friend, Ryujin, is also an old friend of his, so there was that connection also.” 

“So you became friends because you had a mutual friend?” Felix asked, head tilting to the side cutely as he spoke. 

“Sort of,” you laughed and nodded. You felt yourself relaxing bit by bit as you spoke to them. “But we also became friends because our kids were friends.” 

Hyunjin was about to say something when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID and then smiled sheepishly at all of you. “One second, it’s my girlfriend.” 

He stood and walked into Minho’s bedroom to take the call. Everyone watched intently as he walked away. Felix hummed thoughtfully. “She had her last final last week. Do you think she got the results back and that’s why she’s calling?” 

“Probably,” Chan shrugged. “I’m sure she aced it. She’s fucking smart.” 

You felt a little awkward listening to them talk about people you didn’t know at all. But then there was a knock on the door. You and Minho both stood up quickly and then laughed at how you had mirrored one another. You followed him to the door, anticipating it being your friends and your son. 

“Mom!” Haru yelled when the door opened. He hugged you tightly, looking up at you with big, starry eyes. “Auntie Ryujin told me that we’re here for a playdate with Jiyeon.” 

“That’s right, baby.” You brushed his hair out of his face and then gestured to where all the kids were playing. “Jiyeon’s over there with her other friends. Why don’t you go play with them?” 

Haru slipped out of his shoes and all but skipped over to Jiyeon to greet her. You turned to find your friends talking to Minho. He looked at them kindly, but it wasn’t the same look he’d had when he greeted you. You smiled at that. It made you feel special. 

Ryujin hugged you first before squeezing past you to come inside. Your other friends, Yeji, Sohee, and Chaehyun followed, each of them squealing a little and hugging you. It had been too long since you’d all hung out together. Minho watched attentively and then ushered all of you back into the living room. He was running out of places to seat people. 

“These are my friends,” you said proudly, pointing each of them out as you introduced them. “Ryujin, Yeji, Sohee, and Chaehyun.” 

Each of them waved a little before finding places to sit. Sohee was the first to speak up. “It’s nice to meet you guys.”

Chan nodded and smiled warmly at her. “It’s great to meet you as well.” 

Hyunjin came back into the room with a huge smile on his face. “She passed her final! She’s done with her classes for the semester!” 

The guys all cheered happily. You figured they must all be close with Hyunjin’s girlfriend for them to be so excited about her passing her final. You wondered, for a brief moment, what it would be like to be with Minho like that. If his friends would be excited about your accomplishments like they were for Hyunjin’s girlfriend right now. 

“I told you, she’s fucking smart!” Chan cheered, patting Hyunjin on the shoulder as he sat back down beside him. 

“I’ll have to tell my fiancee when I get home,” Felix chimed in, wrapping an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders as well. “She’ll want to celebrate with her.” 

“Tell her congrats from me, Hyun.” Jisung added, smiling widely as Hyunjin texted his girlfriend excitedly. 

You looked over at your friends, smiling a little when you saw them all chatting happily with one another. Ryujin and Yeji sat side by side, hip to hip, as they spoke in hushed tones. You would have to ask Ryujin if things were really strictly friends between them later. Chaehyun and Sohee giggled over something on Chaehyun’s phone. You looked at Minho. He was looking at you. 

“Mom!” Haru was in front of you suddenly, holding his hand out to you as his bottom lip wobbled and his eyes filled with tears. “I hurt my finger.” 

“Oh, baby,” you said softly, taking his small hand in yours and inspecting it. He wasn’t bleeding, but you could tell the finger was red and definitely sore. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” 

He nodded quickly, “Yes, please.” 

“Okay, sweetheart.” You brought his hand closer to you, kissing his finger gently. You smiled at him and combed your fingers through his hair soothingly. “All better. Be careful when you play, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

He ran off to play again and you realized the other people in the room had gotten much quieter. You looked around at everyone already looking at you. “Sorry, he just likes when I kiss it better…” 

“Why are you apologizing?” Jisung asked, confusion taking over his adorable features. “We just think you’re so sweet with him. It’s nice to watch.”

“Oh,” you looked away shyly. Minho pressed his shoulder into yours. It was something so small, but it comforted you more than you cared to admit. 

“Yeah, yn’s pretty much like, the best mom ever,” Chaehyun bragged on you, grinning up at you proudly. “Maybe I’m just a little biased though.” 

Sohee nodded in agreement. “She’s the best with Haru. Yn’s always been like… the mom friend of our little group, but even more so after Haru was born.”

“You can always count on yn to bring sunscreen to a beach day,” Yeji laughed and leaned into Ryujin as she talked. 

“Or for her to bring mosquito repellent when you’re camping!” Ryujin added, giggling and leaning back into Yeji. 

You felt slightly embarrassed that your friends were talking about you like this, but you were also happy to hear they loved you so much and thought you were a good mom and friend. You looked at Minho again out of the corner of your eye and saw that he was still looking at you. 

“So I can count on you to bring sunscreen and mosquito repellent, hm?” He teased, leaning close to you so he could speak softly in your ear. “What if I get hurt, will you kiss it better?” 

You looked at him fully at that, feeling the heat creeping up your neck at his words. Suddenly, his living room was too warm. You swallowed thickly. “Would you want me to?” 

“Yeah,” he grinned slyly and leaned away from you. “So will you?”

“I-I mean, yeah, sure.” 

He nodded, satisfied with your answer. You stared at him as anticipation filled your chest again. You would be camping with him, alone except for your children, in just two days.

ten

Usually, you rented a car to pack all your camping gear and food into, but Minho offered to drive all of you this time. His car was big enough for the four of you and all of your collective camping gear and food. You, of course, agreed. Not only did this save you a little bit of money, it meant you got to spend more time with Minho. 

Minho met you at your apartment, early in the morning on Thursday. You’d taken off Thursday and Friday so that you could have more time to camp with Haru, Minho, and Jiyeon. When Minho knocked on your door at 7:30 a.m., you were practically vibrating with anticipation. You were excited. 

You enjoyed camping anyway, especially when it was with your son. But adding Minho and his lovely daughter into the mix? It all just felt so special. Especially with how big your feelings for him had become. And knowing he liked you too.

“Hey,” he grinned at you, leaning against the door frame as he held a sleepy Jiyeon on his hip. “Ready to go?” 

You nodded, smiling back, “Yeah. We’re ready.” 

Minho set Jiyeon down and the two of you gathered the camping gear and food that you would be bringing. You only had to make two trips before you were ushering your kids out the door and getting them buckled into their car seats in Minho’s car. 

When you were all settled in the car, Minho started to drive. Since you’d been to the campsite before, you were his navigator. He also put you in charge of the aux cord, but you took music requests from Haru and Jiyeon (until they fell asleep, not even twenty minutes into the drive). While the kids slept, you put on a playlist of slow R&B songs for background music. 

“Take a right here to get onto the interstate, and then take the first exit.” 

Minho nodded and adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. You found your eyes drawn to his hands again—one stationed on the wheel and the other on the gearshift. You almost wished he’d reach across and put his hand on your thigh. You shook the thought from your head and directed your gaze to your phone again to check the directions. 

“So, do you go camping here every year?” Minho’s voice was soft as he spoke. He didn’t look at you, eyes fixed on the road in front of him, occasionally flicking to check his mirrors. 

You nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you. “Yeah. My… ex-husband started the tradition before Haru was even born. He wanted to turn it into a family reunion sort of thing one day when our family was big enough for that.”

“It’s really…” Minho huffed as he tried to find the right words to say. He was frustrated that they seemed to elude him. “It’s really lovely that you’re still continuing it.” 

“Yeah I… I think he would want me to.” You sat in silence for a long moment and then decided to break it with a question. “Have you and Jiyeon ever been camping?”

Minho sighed softly at that and shook his head. “No. I mean, I have been camping before, but not with Jiyeon. Honestly, it kind of slipped my mind. I think she’ll really enjoy it though, so I think it’s something I’d like for us to do more often.”

“Haru really likes it,” you agreed, nodding a little. “Though, I think maybe he likes it mostly because he can get as dirty as he wants without having to take a full bath.”

Minho laughed and you smiled to yourself. You really loved hearing him laugh. “Yeah, kids are like that.” 

You looked at the navigation on your phone again and hummed happily. “At this rate, we’ll make it to the campsite by lunch time.” 

“Perfect.” 

You and Minho made small talk as you drove. Not the kind of tedious small talk that usually annoyed you. This was nice. Though maybe that was just because it was Minho. Haru and Jiyeon woke up when you were about an hour away from the campsite, so you switched the music to songs they liked and turned it up a little bit. 

Minho watched out of the corner of your eye as you sang along to the children’s songs and danced a little in your seat, turning around occasionally to make faces at Haru and Jiyeon. He tried to hide his smile but he was sure you could see it anyway. All he could think about was how right he felt with you in the car beside him, both of your kids in the backseat. 

“Okay, turn left here… aaaaand we’ve arrived!” You cheered, grinning widely as you surveyed the campsite you’d reserved ahead of time. 

When Minho parked the car, you were quick to get out so you could unbuckle Haru from his car seat. Minho did the same for Jiyeon and then the two of you unloaded the car as the kids played. Minho pulled the tent out first after you decided to keep the coolers with the food in the car so they’d be shielded from the sun. 

“Have you put together a tent before?” You asked Minho cheerfully as you started to unzip the bag the tent was in so you put it together. 

He grinned and nodded. “Yeah. It’s been a while, but I’m sure it can’t be that hard.” 

“It’s not,” you confirmed, smirking at him a little as you continued. “Especially not with me, a professional camper. I’ve set this thing up alone for three years now, it’ll only be easier with the two of us.” 

He agreed and then the two of you got to work setting up the tent. You were right. It was easier with two of you. It was more fun too. You’d already laughed more than you ever had while setting up the tent. Minho struggled a little at first, but he got the hang of it pretty quickly. He bragged that he was a fast learner. You agreed. 

After you got the tent set up, Minho offered to make lunch while you blew up the air mattresses. So the two of you parted ways. Minho started a fire to cook on and you started his car so you could plug in the pump to blow up the mattresses. You glanced over at him at one point, smiling at the concentrated look on his face. He pouted a little as he worked and you couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. 

Once the air mattresses were both blown up, you gathered all of the pillows and blankets both you and Minho had brought and set up the beds. You put everyone’s bags in the tent and then zipped it up, satisfied with your work. 

“Okay kids, let’s get some bug spray on you!” You called, grabbing the can of mosquito repellent from the car. 

Haru and Jiyeon ran over to you and sprayed them both with the repellent, careful not to get it in their eyes or mouths. Haru coughed dramatically anyways. When you were done with them, they ran off to play again. You set the can down on the picnic table as you move to stand beside Minho at the fire. 

He looked over at you for a moment, a peaceful smile stretched easily over his face, before directing his attention back to the food over the fire. “You better not spray that around the food or the fire.” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” you giggled, watching as he cooked. “I’ve done this enough times, Min, I know what I’m doing.” 

Min. You’d never called him that before. He liked it.

He held his hands up in surrender and laughed with you. “You’re right, you’re right. Camping queen.” 

“Mom,” Haru whined, running over to you. You stopped him, chastising him about running so close to the fire, but then let him continue. “Is lunch almost ready? I’m hungry.” 

“Yes, honey, it’s almost ready. Why don’t we clean our hands with a wipe really fast, okay?” 

Haru nodded and let you clean his hands with a wet wipe. Jiyeon held her hands out to you silently and let you wipe them clean. Minho watched as you took care of your son and his daughter, his heart feeling fuller than it had in a long time. You helped the kids sit at the picnic table and then stood beside Minho again, ready to get plates of food ready for the kids when he was finished. 

“Try this?” 

Minho held some of the meat he’d been cooking out towards you so you could try it and you nodded, opening your mouth wider as he fed it to you. You hummed happily, dancing in place as you chewed. “Mmm, Min, have I told you how much I love your cooking?” 

“You know,” he teased you, poking you in the side gently. “I don’t think you have.” 

“Well, I’m telling you now. I love your cooking.” 

He looked away shyly, pulling the food off the fire, “Thanks, yn.” 

Jiyeon clapped her hands excitedly as you prepared food for both children. Haru watched with wide eyes, his mouth practically watering. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at their eagerness. When you placed the paper plates in front of them, they cheered and started eating. With how fast they ate, one would think they hadn’t eaten in years, though you and Minho both knew they’d eaten breakfast earlier that morning. 

The rest of the day seemed to go by quickly. Time does fly when you’re having fun. And time spent with Minho and his daughter was always great. His smile made you insanely happy, her sweet little laugh warmed your heart, and the best part of it was how much Haru adored them both as well. 

When it was time for bed, you and Minho got Haru and Jiyeon ready to sleep, made sure they were all tucked in, and then left them in the tent to settle down on their own. You sat beside him in your camping chair, seated so close to him your shoulders brushed against each other. You liked being close to him like this. You liked how comfortable you were with him in silence. 

“Yn I—”

“I have to tell you something.” 

You looked at Minho and laughed. He shook his head, smiling at you gently. “You go first. What did you want to tell me?”

“I…” You took a deep breath, and looked at Minho a little more intently, hoping he could see how genuine you were in your eyes as you spoke. “I heard you that night… when I had a nightmare and you thought I was asleep.”

He blanched, pulling back a little bit. “O-oh. Yn, I—”

“I’m not done yet.” Your voice was soft and you reached out for him, hand finding his cheek. He leaned into your touch and breathed out in relief. 

“Okay.” 

“You thought I was asleep and you… confessed you had feelings for me. Did you mean that?” 

“Yeah. I did.” 

You nodded and slid your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck, threading your fingers into the hair at his nape. “Do you still feel that way?” 

“I do,” he breathed out, swallowing thickly as you got closer to him. 

“Minho,” you whispered, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I didn’t think I’d ever find someone after my husband died. I didn’t think I wanted to. But then I met you. Something about you is so comforting and wonderful. You’re kind and compassionate, tender and understanding and attentive. You are loving to your daughter and careful with my son and the other children you teach. You are so full of every wonderful thing I could ever dream of finding in a man. And I like you. I like you so much. I think that I might even… love you. But I haven’t taken the time to really unpack that one.” 

“I like you so much.” His eyes were swimming with emotion, so many all at once. Happiness, hope, confusion, fear, love. “I like you more than I think I’ve ever liked anyone. I like you more than I ever liked her. You are so admirable and beautiful and amazing. And god, the way you love your son so fully… that might be one of my favorite things to witness. You’re everything I wish my ex was. And you’re good with Jiyeon too. You’re so good with her. 

“And you know,” he laughed a little bit to himself, smiling at you wider than you’d ever seen him smile. “I think I was meant to meet you. To have you in my life. I’ve spent so much time running from the past—running from bad memories with my ex. But since I’ve met you, I’ve allowed myself to… feel. I haven’t thought about how hurt I was back then… like, ever. It just hurt too much. But because of you, I’ve been able to think about it and really get over it.

“I’m not great with words, yn. I don’t really know how to express myself. But I know that I care about you so much. More than I’ve cared about anyone. I-I mean, except for Jiyeon, but that’s different. I’m sorry. I’m rambling so much. Fuck, I told you I’m not good with words.” 

You laughed a little and leaned your forehead against his. “Do you want to know something? I am so scared, Lee Minho. But I think I can be brave if it’s you I’m chasing after. You better not break my heart.” 

“I wouldn’t dare.” 

“Minho?” 

He exhaled and you could feel it against your lips. “Yeah?” 

“If I asked you to kiss me right now… what would you say?” 

“I’d say yes,” his voice wavered, even though he tried to keep it steady. “And then I’d kiss you.” 

“Minho?” You asked, voice barely more than a whisper. He hummed in acknowledgement and your eyes fluttered closed. “Kiss me?” 

He laughed breathlessly. “Yes.” 

When his lips finally touched yours, it felt like fireworks. He was sweet and tasted like s’mores and his lips were soft and plush as they moved against your own. His hands were quick to wrap around you and hold you as close as he could with you being in a completely different chair than him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, tangling in his hair as you kissed him deeper.

He whined low in his throat when you pulled away. “It’s kind of hard to kiss like this.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, frowning a little. He looked around the campsite and then his eyes lit up. “Wait here, sweetheart, I have an idea.” 

You watched as he pulled the picnic table nearer to the fire with ease. You smiled. You’d be able to sit on the bench and still feel the warmth of the fire. Maybe if you were lucky, he’d let you sit on his lap. 

He helped you up and led you over to the picnic table. You sat down next to him and he immediately wrapped an arm around you. “How is it? Is it close enough? Can you feel the warmth?” 

“It’s perfect, Min.” You nodded and turned to face him, eyes focused on his lips again. “Thank you.” 

“Fuck, I want to kiss you again,” he whispered, watching you with hazy eyes as you swung a leg over him and settled on his lap. 

You leaned in, whispering in his ear. You didn’t think you’d ever been so bold in your life. “So, kiss me.” 

Minho’s hands fell to your hips and he pulled you impossibly close. “We should probably talk about this.” 

“We should,” you agreed, but you didn’t move away. 

He chewed on his bottom lip, looking at you intently. “Can we… talk about it later?” 

You couldn’t help but giggle as you leaned into him further, holding on to him tightly. “You want to kiss me that bad, hm?” 

“Kind of,” he smiled sheepishly, but didn’t move away from you. 

“So then, what are you waiting for?”

“For you to say yes.” 

You shook your head, scoffing a little. “You don’t have to ask anymore.” 

“I should always ask,” he whispered, one of his hands coming up to brush over your forehead tenderly. “I would never want to make you uncomfortable or make you do something you don’t want to do.”

You melted into him, his words putting your heart at ease. “God, I think I love you.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he brushed it off, embarrassed and shy now that you were admitting just how deep your feelings were for him. “I think I love you back.” 

“Kiss me, Min.” 

“Okay.” 

You shuffled closer to him and he was quick to attach his lips to yours again in a sweet kiss. You could feel the warmth of the campfire on your back. Minho’s hands were warm too, and you could feel the heat even through your clothes. Stars twinkled in the inky sky above you and all you could think about was how magical everything felt. 

“Wait, yn, I have to tell you something.” 

“O-oh, what is it?” You were worried by the tone of his voice. He suddenly sounded frantic as he pulled away from you, looking at you with wide, conflicted eyes. 

He took a breath and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it again. And opened it. And spoke. “I-I… I think about you sometimes when I… get myself off…”

“I—you—what?” You blinked slowly, trying to process what he had said. 

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. He was mortified. You probably hated him now. “I don’t mean to, it just kind of happens—”

“Damn.” You frowned a little, crossing your arms. “You mean you don’t think of me on your own free will?” 

He blinked at you, confusion written across his face. “Well, I-I just—”

“Min,” you whispered, uncrossing your arms and placing your hands carefully on his chest. “I have dreams about you. So I’m not upset or disgusted or anything. It’s human to be attracted to someone sexually, and considering I am so into you, I’m honestly kind of flattered.” 

“You… you are?” 

You hummed and nodded, pushing his hair off his forehead and pressing a gentle kiss there. The fire was slowly dying behind you. You knew you’d have to get up soon and put it out completely so you could go to sleep, but for now, you were content as you were, in Minho’s arms, knowing he loved you back. 

“You’re so amazing,” he murmured, looking up at you, awestricken. He cleared his throat and looked away from you, cheeks darkening with embarrassment. “Ah, don’t get used to me being nice to you. I’m only being like this because you just confessed.” 

“You’ve always been like this to me, Min.” You laughed, climbing off his lap and giggling harder when he pouted. 

He stood and helped you clean up the campsite for the night, grumbling to himself all the while. “What do you mean? All my friends tell me I’m mean to them.” 

“Maybe you’re just soft when it’s me,” you teased, even though you figured there was some truth to it.

“Me?” He gasped, looking almost offended as he crossed his arms. “Soft?”

“Mhm. You’re very soft for me, you know. I think you try to hide it, but I can see it in the way you look at me. The way you smile a lot when we’re together.”

He looked like you just told him he’d grown ears and a cat tail. He almost didn’t believe you. But when he thought back, he knew you were right. He hadn’t been nearly as harsh with his words, hadn’t made unnecessary jabs (not even the playful, joking ones), and had been smiling so much more. You brought out a side of him he didn’t realize he had. A side not even his ex-girlfriend had ever seen. 

Once you’d cleaned up the campsite and put the fire out completely, you followed Minho into the tent. Haru and Jiyeon were sleeping on the mattress, bundled up in a pile of quilts and pillows. The tent was small, but still big enough that you could change into your pajamas standing up. Minho turned his back to you, offering you privacy without you having to ask. 

You were grateful. You weren’t sure you were ready for him to see you yet. 

When you were dressed, you slid under the blankets on the air mattress and Minho joined you moments later. He kept his distance, still wary of crossing any boundaries of yours. 

“Min?” 

“Yeah?” 

You took a deep breath and scooted a little closer to him. “I’m cold.”

“C’mere, sweetheart,” He rolled over and faced you, pulling you into his arms. You instantly sunk into his warmth, sighing contentedly. 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course.” 

You were quiet for a long moment and Minho thought maybe you’d drifted off to sleep. Until you spoke again, voice still soft so you didn’t wake up either of the sleeping children. “Min?”

“Yes?” 

“Will you still love me in the morning?” 

“I’ll still love you in the morning,” he whispered against your hair, squeezing you just a little closer to him. “And I’ll love you at the end of tomorrow. And the day after that too. I love you. That won’t change from one moment to the next.” 

“I love you, Minho. I really didn’t think I’d fall in love again, but you make it so easy.”

He could hear you sniffling, could hear the way you were getting choked up as you spoke. He hummed softly, rubbing your back and trying to soothe you. “Shhh, don’t cry. We’ll talk more about this in the morning. Sleep, for now.” 

You nodded. Everything felt so right. Having him so close to you felt right. “Okay. Goodnight, Min.” 

“Goodnight, yn.” 

The weekend went faster than you wanted it to. Before you knew it, you were packing up camp and driving back home. The weekend was full of laughter (usually because of your children), sneaky glances between you and Minho, and relaxation. That was maybe what you appreciated the most. Ever since you and Minho had confessed your feelings to one another, you’d felt so much lighter. 

You almost didn’t want to go back to the real world. You didn’t want to go back to work. And honestly, you were kind of scared to. What if your magical moment with Minho was just some sort of weekend fling? What if things changed when you got back?

But Minho held your hand the entire drive home, and that eased your nerves a little bit. 

When you got home, Minho helped you unpack the leftover food and camping gear and sat with you on the couch in your living room while Jiyeon and Haru played a little longer. “So I probably won’t be able to see you much the next three weeks or so.” 

You frowned a little at Minho’s admittance but nodded, trying to be understanding. “Oh, okay.” 

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Minho was quick to ease your mind, hoping it would keep you from looking so sad. “I was asked to be a part of a showcase including multiple dance studios where the instructors will each perform one or two dances to promote their studio. It’s a great opportunity to gain new students. And I haven’t performed in a long time… I’m kind of looking forward to it.” 

“Oh. Min, that’s great! When is the showcase? Can I come?”

His ears reddened and he looked away. He was getting shy again. “Of course. I’d love for you to be there. I’ll text you the details.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Maybe that night… I could have my parents watch Haru. W-we could, like, go out afterwards or something. If you wanted to.” 

He grinned at you and reached out and squeezed your hand. “I’d really really like that. I usually leave Jiyeon with my parents when I do stuff like this because they tend to go later into the evening and Jiyeon gets bored after a while anyway.”

“I’m excited to see you dance,” you curled into his side, pressing a sweet kiss to his jawline. “Maybe someday you can teach me to dance again.” 

“Only if you don’t run out this time.” 

You slapped him on the arm, pouting a little at the reminder. “I’m sorry, I just… got scared. My feelings were overwhelming and I didn’t know what to do. I shouldn’t have just run like that but… well we’re here now, at least, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he laughed a little, hugging you a little tighter. “Yeah, I know. I’m not upset. I’m just teasing you.” 

Jiyeon ran out of Haru’s room and you pulled away from Minho. She stopped in front of him, pouting and whining as she spoke. “Dad, can we go home soon? I want to change my outfit and I’m hungry.” 

“Okay,” Minho nodded and stood, squeezing your hand as he got up. The small gesture went unnoticed by Jiyeon and Haru who had come out of his room after Jiyeon. “We can go home now, my love.” 

Jiyeon looked from Minho to you and back to him. “Are you sure? You can still talk if you want. I just want to go home soon.” 

“It’s okay,” you interjected, smiling gently at her. “We’re done talking now, so it’s okay, really.” 

Jiyeon nodded and grabbed her dad’s hand after saying goodbye to Haru and giving you a quick hug. She’d never hugged you before, and you would never make her, so the action warmed your heart. You looked up at Minho to see him already grinning down at you. 

“I’ll text you when I get home, yeah?” 

“Okay.” 

“Bye, yn.” He turned to your son and gave him a fistbump. “Bye, Haru.”

“Bye.”

eleven

One week turned to two, two turned to three, until it was the night of Minho’s showcase. You really hadn’t talked to Minho over the past few weeks. You missed talking to him, but you understood why he was so busy, and you were proud of him. 

You had texted him good luck a couple of hours ago, knowing he’d be at the venue for a final rehearsal, costuming, and hair and makeup. He hadn’t responded, but you didn’t mind. You were excited to watch him dance. Memories of the time he started to teach you to dance flashed in your mind. You pushed them away, trying to ignore the tingling in your fingertips. 

You had also called your friends, asking them for advice on what you should wear. When you told them that you’d be spending the evening with Minho after his dance showcase, both of your children with their grandparents, they’d all but freaked out.

“You guys are spending the night together? Alone?” Ryujin practically screamed through the phone. You held it away from your ear, cringing a little at the volume of her voice. 

Chaehyun’s voice came next, also practically screaming. “Oh my god, yn! Please tell me you’re going to wear the lacy black set! Not the basic one, but the one with all the pretty designs. You look so good in that one. Please say you’ll wear it.” 

“I-I don’t know, Chae. I don’t think we’re going to—”

“Do you want to have sex with him?” Sohee chimed in, her voice much calmer than Ryujin’s and Chaehyun’s. 

“I… I mean, yeah, I want to, but I don’t know if he wants to have sex with me.” 

“He’s an idiot if he doesn’t,” Ryujin grumbled and you could almost picture her with her arms crossed, pouting as she sat on her bed, scrolling through Instagram as you spoke. 

“Wear the set, yn,” Yeji urged. “Even if you guys don’t do anything, it’ll make you feel more confident. So you should wear it.” 

Everyone was silent, waiting for your final verdict. You sighed and rummaged through your closet for the set they were talking about. “Fine. I’ll wear it. But I’m telling you, I don’t think anything is going to happen.” 

There was a cacophony of cheering over the phone as your four best friends praised you for your “wise decision.” You rolled your eyes and loudly announced you were hanging up. You tossed your phone on the bed and got ready for the dance showcase. 

Despite your racy undergarments, the outfit you wore over it was simple and nice. You didn’t think you had to dress up much for a dance showcase. And it wasn’t like you’d really know anyone there other than Minho anyway. 

By the time you were finished, it was time to leave. You made sure you had all of your things and left to catch the bus. You could hardly sit still the entire ride to the venue—you were excited for Minho’s performance. You’d been eager to see him dance again since the time you’d run out on him. 

You sat near the front of the audience, watching each dancer from various dance studios perform. You frequently checked the program, silently counting how many dances it was until Minho. He was second to last. His turn couldn’t come soon enough. 

As the dance before his ended, you kept your eyes fixed on the stage, waiting for him to come out onto the stage. A few days ago, he had called you and told you that you would like his outfit but refused to tell you what it looked like. So you were even more eager to see him. You hadn’t seen him for more than five minutes at a time in person since your camping trip and, needless to say, you missed him.

In the darkness of the auditorium, you saw the dark shape of him coming onto the stage. You leaned forward a little, watching intently and straining your eyes to try and make him out despite the lack of lighting at the moment. 

When the lights came up, you lost your breath. You knew he was beautiful, obviously, but there was something about seeing him like this—in a special outfit, hair done up off his forehead, a little bit of makeup—that made him look so surreal. How was he even real? 

Your eyes stopped on the zipper positioned at his throat, zipped almost all the way up. You thought about what it would be like to just… unzip it and kiss his pretty chest. You shook your head, you had to focus. And then, the song started—it was one you recognized. You vaguely remembered it was called “Taste.” And it was the song Minho had tried to teach you to dance to when you’d run away. 

Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden and your eyes zeroed in on him. His eyes met yours at the perfect moment and he smirked as dragged his hand up his body, thrusting his hips slightly into the air. You shifted in your seat, suddenly hyper aware of the tingling in between your legs. 

You tried to pay attention to the rest of his dance, but the fuzziness in your brain made it a little hard to focus on him. You found your eyes drawn to his hands, thoughts of having them all over you taking over. When you realized, you blinked and looked at him again, but seeing the smirk on his face just made it even more difficult. He knew he was hot. Knew what he was doing to you. 

You watched as the zipper, once positioned at his throat, slowly unzipped as he danced, revealing more and more of his smooth chest. You hoped the people around you were actually focusing on the dance and not taking note of the way you ogled your… boyfriend? You’d have to ask him when you were thinking more clearly if he wanted to be exclusive. 

The dance ended too soon for your liking. You wanted to see more of him. Maybe your friends were right. Maybe you would have sex with Minho tonight. 

You didn’t pay attention to the dance that came after his. You hardly registered the showcase ending. You barely noticed when you stood and followed the crowd out to the lobby where you would greet Minho. You almost didn’t recognize him when he was in front of you, skin still damp with sweat, shirt halfway unzipped, hair still pushed off of his forehead. 

You wanted to kiss him. 

“You did so good, Min.” 

“Thanks,” he grinned shyly, looking at his feet for a moment. “I messed up on the bridge but—”

“I didn’t even notice. I doubt anyone else did. You were mesmerizing.” 

He raised an eyebrow at that, crossing his arms so he could tease you. “Yeah? You sure you’re not just saying that because you think I look hot dressed up like this?” 

You smacked him on the shoulder, looking around you incredulously. “Minho, we’re in public.” 

“So?” He shrugged, laughing as you continued to look around, paranoid that people were listening to you. “It’s not like anyone is listening. And I didn’t say anything that bad. Certainly nothing that wasn’t true.” 

“Whatever,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes and looking away.

He leaned in closer to you, whispering in your ear, “Want to get out of here?”

You nodded and let him lead you out of the building and down the street to his car. When you were safely buckled in and Minho had started to drive, you looked over at him, admiring how he looked like this. He looked relaxed. He looked happy. “That was the dance you tried to teach me, wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” he laughed a little. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“I really want to kiss you.”

His eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, but you knew him well enough at this point that you caught on to his tells. “You can kiss me when we get back to my place.” 

“Really? You’ll let me?” 

He nodded, eyes still focused forward as he swallowed thickly. “I’d let you do just about anything to me.” 

“Yeah?” Your voice was quiet. Both of you felt the shift in the atmosphere. “Can I unzip the shirt all the way?” 

“If it’s what you want.” 

“And, can I kiss your chest? Maybe mark you up a little?” 

“Fuck, yn,” he groaned, hands tightening their grip on the steering wheel. “You can mark me up as much as you want if you let me do it back.” 

You hummed, satisfied with his answer. You turned to look out the window. “Okay.”

He shook his head, opting not to say anything. The tension in the car for the rest of the ride was so thick you were sure you could cut it with a knife. You didn’t look at him, worried you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back if you looked at the damned zippered shirt any longer. 

Minho parked the car and the two of you made your way to his apartment in complete silence. The second the door was closed behind the two of you, you were pulling him down to kiss you. He groaned a little against your lips. Where your first kiss with him had been sweet and had carried all the love you felt for one another, this one was more intense, filled with desire and need. 

You were quick to run your tongue across his bottom lip and he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth. You slid your tongue against his and he moaned again. He couldn’t get enough of you. He held your face in both of his hands as he kissed you. 

He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. And you kissed him back, equally as fervent. He pulled away to look at you. “Babe, this is going to sound so unsexy, but I still have the fucking dance belt on, so can I change—”

“Why?” You frowned a little, kneeling in front of him. “I can just take it off for you.” 

He squeezed his eyes shut as he bit back a groan at the thought of you undressing him. “Okay. Yeah, okay. J-just, not here. Can we—can we go to the bedroom first?”

You stood and he pulled you along behind him, leading you to his bedroom. Every part of your body vibrated with anticipation. Before, you’d been scared when you’d thought about maybe having sex with him—not because you were scared of him, but because you were scared of what he would think of you. Now though, you were just excited. 

When you were in his room, he leaned in and kissed you again. You had hardly made it over the threshold, but you didn’t mind. He closed the door behind him and your hands roamed over his shoulders and down the expanse of his exposed chest. Your fingers paused on his sternum and you could feel his heartbeat, racing almost as fast as yours. Then, you grabbed the zipper, pulling it down ever so slowly, teasing him. 

You pushed one side of the shirt out of the way so you could kiss his chest. He groaned lowly when you sucked, leaving a pretty purple mark. You drew back to admire your work, humming in satisfaction before leaning in and leaving more hickeys across his chest, on his collarbones, on his throat. He threw his head back, biting back his noises, embarrassed at how much you affected him. 

“Need this off now,” you muttered, reaching for the bottom of the shirt so you could pull it off of him. You pushed him so he was leaning back against the door. 

He pouted a little, teasing you. “Aw, thought you liked the shirt though?” 

“I do, but I like it better when it’s on the floor and I can see you.” 

He laughed at your eagerness and watched as you started to undo his pants. He stopped you, teasing pout on his lips again. “I want to see you too.” 

You swallowed and looked down at yourself before looking back at him and looking away again. “M-Min, I…”

“Hey,” he reached down, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes. “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” 

You didn’t even realize the tears welling up in your eyes until he was kneeling down in front of you, arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest in a warm embrace. You sniffled and breathed him in. He still smelled so good. “I-It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m just nervous.” 

“Why are you nervous, darling?”

“I don’t look the same as I did before. M-my body is so different now, and no one has seen me since Haru was born. N-not even my ex-husband because he—well, you know. A-and the night I was drunk you didn’t really look at me and—”

“Look at me, pretty.” Minho’s gentle voice calmed you down and you took a few deep breaths before looking at him. “You are so beautiful, no matter what. And do you want to know my personal opinion?” 

You nodded silently and he smiled so tenderly at you. “I think you’re even more beautiful because your body is different now. That’s proof of a miracle in and of itself. You carried another human inside of you, you birthed him, and have cared for him ever since. Stretch marks? So fucking hot. A body that doesn’t look the same as when you were young and hadn’t had Haru? Gorgeous. You are beautiful. Bodies change, even when they’re not carrying literal humans. It’s normal. You don’t have to be scared of what I’ll think. I’m so in love with you and that makes you automatically ten times hotter, which means you’re actually one hundred out of ten because I already thought you were a ten out of ten.” 

You laughed and wiped the tears from your eyes. It made him smile too. You leaned your head against his shoulder and sighed. “I’ll start with my shirt then.”

“Okay.” 

“Stand up first,” you said, scooting away from him so you could tug your shirt off. “So I can suck you off.” 

The sudden realization that your pretty mouth was going to be wrapped around his dick in only a few seconds made him groan again and he stood, leaning against the wall once more. You tugged your shirt off over your head and tossed it somewhere behind you. You looked up in time to see Minho suck in a breath. 

“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispered, reaching down to gather your hair away from your face. “So fucking pretty, baby.” 

You smiled shyly at him and then started to unzip his pants again, pulling them down his legs carefully. You giggled a little when you saw the dance belt. It was almost like a padded thong, you thought. Minho nudged you with his knee when you started laughing, so you stopped, humming to yourself eagerly as you pulled the dance belt off of him. 

He sighed in relief as his hardened dick was released from the confines of the dance belt, and you blew on the tip, enjoying the way his jaw dropped open at the sensation. You held him in your hands, licking at the tip a couple of times before taking it in your mouth and sucking a little. Minho had to resist the urge to buck his hips into his mouth. As much as he wanted to feel good, he cared about you and your comfort more than anything else. 

“Ah, you’re so good.” His eyes were screwed shut, head back against the wall. 

Warmth spread through your body at the praise and you took him a little further into your mouth. The sounds he made spurred you on, so you sucked him off as best you could. You were a bit rusty, not having had much “action” since your son was born and your ex-husband had passed away. Minho didn’t seem to mind or notice though. You were grateful, in that moment, that he also hadn’t had sex in a while. 

“Fuck,” he pulled you off, “I don’t want to cum yet. I’m sorry.” 

You shook your head, grinning at him as you leaned back on your heels. “It’s okay. Don’t be sorry.” 

Minho helped you to your feet and kissed you again. You were addicted to the way he tasted, to the way his mouth felt against yours. Everything about him was perfect. How did you get so lucky? 

“How far do you want to go?” He murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “I can make you feel good, however you want. And if you don’t want that we don’t have to do anything else.” 

“I want you,” you whispered back.

“How do you want me, pretty?” 

You thought for a moment and then your eyes fixed on his hands, now holding your waist. “I want your fingers.”

“Yeah? Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” you whined playfully, walking away from him to sit on his bed. “I’m sure.” 

“Do you want to take your pants off?” His voice was still gentle, tentative, ready to stop whenever you said the word. 

You swallowed, nerves coursing through you, but after his sweet reaction to you when you took your shirt off, you knew you could trust him, so you nodded. “Yeah. Will you take them off for me?” 

He looked into your eyes, searching for any hesitance. Finding none, he helped you out of your pants. He didn’t look down at first, which made you nervous. You laughed anxiously, looking away from him. “Y-you can look at me… if you want.” 

His eyes flicked downward and you watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

He maneuvered so he was in between your legs on his stomach and you laid back against the pillows on his bed. He pressed sweet kisses over your thighs, sucking dark marks onto them. He kissed up, up, up, until he was pressing gentle kisses over your stomach as well, leaving marks there too. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, yn. I mean that.” His voice was genuine as he spread your legs a little more. “Can I take your underwear off?” 

You nodded, not trusting your voice. With how emotional he was making you, you didn’t think anything coherent would come out if you tried to speak. 

He hooked his fingers under the band of your underwear and tugged them down slowly. You watched him practically salivate over you when you were exposed to him. He rubbed a thumb through your folds, spreading you open and gathering your wetness before dragging it over your clit in gentle circles. He moved carefully, but skillfully. You were already writhing under his touch, wetness gathering between your legs. 

“You’re so hot. So perfect.” 

You whined a little as he slowly pushed his middle finger into your heat. “M-Min—”

“I know,” he whispered, “It feels good doesn’t it? Been so long since someone touched you like this, hm?”

“Yeah…” 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you feel so good.” 

You whined as his finger pumped in and out of you, thumb still rubbing your clit. You clung to his shoulders as he pushed a second finger into you. “O-oh. Min, you’re so—feels so—” 

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to try and say anything. Just moan for me yeah? Want to hear how pretty you sound.” 

You moaned, clenching around his fingers and scratching at his shoulders as he started to scissor you open. It wasn’t long before he was adding a third finger, stretching you out perfectly. He curled his fingers upwards, rubbing against your g-spot and making you see stars. You gasped, digging your fingers into his back. 

“Hm, is that it? That’s the spot?” His tone was teasing but still gentle and you nodded as he continued to curl his fingers into the same spot as before. 

“I-I’m so close, Min. I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He kissed you, fingers never stopping. 

His words and the sweet kiss were all it took to send you reeling over the edge. You moaned loudly, burying your face in his neck as you spasmed around his fingers. He pumped his fingers in and out, thumb rubbing at your clit, as you came down. When you whined at the overstimulation, he pulled his fingers out carefully. 

“You did so good, my love,” he whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly. “Are you all done, or do you want to keep going?” 

“I want you,” you whimpered, hands sliding down his back to rest on his hips. You pulled his body into yours. “Want you so bad. Inside.” 

Minho nodded but then stopped. Face falling and head rolling back in annoyance. “Fuck.” 

“What’s wrong?” You sat up, concern painting your features as you made him look at you again. 

“I don’t have any condoms. E-even if I did, they’d probably be fucking expired—”

“I’m on birth control,” you whispered, still holding his face in your hands. “I started taking it a while back to help regulate my periods and such. I’m not ovulating right now either. And I’m clean. Even though I trusted my husband, I still insisted we get tested together. A-and then I got pregnant and we didn’t really have sex and then Haru was born and… W-well, what I’m trying to say is… if you’re clean, we can do it raw… if you want.”

He looked at you, eyes wide as you spoke. Your voice trailed off and he blinked slowly, processing your words. “I could… I could fuck you raw?” 

You looked away shyly, slowly letting go of his face to let your hands fall to his shoulders. “Yeah.” 

“Fuck… yeah I-I’m clean. I got tested after I found out she was cheating on me and I was clean and… yeah I haven’t had sex since then so… I’m clean.”

“Okay,” you laid back down, pulling him with you. 

“W-wait, are you sure you want to?” 

You ran your fingers through Minho’s hair, heart clenching at how sweet he was being. “I’m sure.” 

Minho nodded and reached across you to grab lube out of the drawer of his bedside table. He squirted it into hand and jerked himself off a couple times before positioning himself at your entrance. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pushed into you slowly, watching your face to make sure you weren’t hurting. He paused when he bottomed out. You gasped, walls fluttering around him at how full you felt. 

“You can move now,” you murmured after you’d adjusted to the feeling of having him inside of you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He pressed chaste kisses to your skin and moaned softly. “Fuck, I forgot how good sex feels. You feel so good. Thank you for letting me feel you. Thank you for trusting me.” 

You held him impossibly close as he rolled his hips into yours, angled perfectly to nudge that perfect spot inside of you with his tip. “Thank you for being patient with me. For loving me. I am so lucky to have met you.” 

He cried out a little at your words, and you weren’t sure if it was because of what you had said or because of how good you felt. You didn’t care either way, you were becoming too lost in your own pleasure. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “Fuck, I love you so much. I’m not one to say it that often, but with you, I feel like my chest will burst if I don’t tell you all the time. I love you, yn. So much.” 

“M-Min,” you gasped, clinging to him as he continued to thrust his hips into you perfectly. 

You hadn’t realized how much you’d been craving intimacy. You hadn’t realized how much you craved the feeling of being wanted. You didn’t know you were missing out on something so special. You thought, surely, it could only ever feel like this with your first love. Your ex-husband. But with Minho, that specialness felt like it was tenfold. 

Minho was something else entirely. Minho made you feel wanted in a way you couldn’t remember ever feeling. The intimacy you craved came so easily with Minho. He was just as desperate to feel good as you were, and yet he made a point to tell you that it was more than that for him. He loved you. You loved him. 

“I’m close,” you moaned. “D-do you think you can cum with me?” 

“Yes. God, yes.” He groaned low in your ear and reached between your bodies to rub at your clit.

The stimulation was almost overbearing. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening more and more and more until it snapped. You moaned, holding onto Minho tightly, as if he would disappear if you let go. You clenched tightly as you came and it sent him over the edge too. He bucked his hips into yours weakly as you rode out your highs. 

Even after you were both finished and his cock was softening inside of you, he was reluctant to pull out. His voice was soft, face still buried in the crook of your neck. “I love you.” 

“I love you back, Min.” 

“Okay,” he murmured, bracing himself against the bed. “I’m pulling out now. Gotta take care of you.” 

Your heart melted at his words and you sighed softly as he pulled out. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet washcloth so he could clean your body of the remnants of both of your releases. He helped you up, guiding you to the bathroom attached to his bedroom so you could pee. He changed the sheets while you did, grateful his spare sheets were clean. When you were finished and he had successfully changed the sheets he helped you back into the bed. “Do you need water?” 

“Yes, please,” you nodded slowly, “But first, lay with me.”

He burrowed into your arms and sighed, content with having you close to him. He wondered if you could feel the love that was radiating off of his body. He wondered if you could hear the ‘I love you’ in every beat of his heart. He looked at you through heavy eyes, admiring how beautiful you were in this afterglow. 

“You’re glowing,” he mumbled, reaching up to trace a finger over your face. “So pretty.” 

You reached your own hand over and massaged his scalp which made him relax further into you. “You’re prettier.” 

He shook his head and laughed quietly. “That’s not possible.” 

There was a quiet meowing at the door of his bedroom. Minho looked over his shoulder at the door, as if looking at it would make it open. He grumbled and then stood to open the door for the cats. He shivered a little, cold now that he wasn’t in your embrace. He decided that while he was up, he might as well get the two of you water, so he made a quick trip to the kitchen.

When he returned with two glasses of water, Minho grabbed a pair of sweatpants from his closet and tugged them on. He grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts and brought it to you along with the water. “Put this on.” You looked at him, eyebrow raised and he looked down timidly. “Please. Want to see you in it.” 

“Okay,” you smiled gently at him and took the shirt, pulling it over your head. “There. Now come back and cuddle with me.” 

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He was already exhausted. “What time do you need to get Haru tomorrow?” 

“I told my parents I’d pick him up around one.” You murmured, hands finding their home in Minho’s soft hair again.

He nodded a little against you. “Okay. I’m picking Jiyeon up at three… Can’t wait to wake up next to you.” 

“Well,” you giggled, closing your eyes, “you kind of have to sleep first for that to happen.” 

“Mmm,” he hummed. “I’m getting there.” 

“I know I’ve already said it a lot, but… after everything that happened with my ex-husband… I’m scared something will happen and I just really need you to know that I love you so much. I’m so grateful for you, Min. Really, I am.” 

He was already halfway asleep when he answered. “I love you so much more. I’m so lucky to have met you.” 

twelve 

Minho decided his favorite thing was waking up next to you. He decided his second favorite thing was coming home to you at the end of the day. You weren’t always at his apartment with the kids after work, but when you were it was his favorite way to end the day. 

You had decided to stay the night. Three months ago when you started dating, staying the night wasn’t too common. You didn’t want to make the kids feel weird. Now, though, you were all close enough that they didn’t mind. They enjoyed the frequent sleepovers of their own. 

Minho opened the door to his apartment and was instantly greeted with music playing in the kitchen. He followed the sound and laughed as he saw you dancing around the kitchen with Haru and Jiyeon. You hadn’t heard him come in, and he liked that he was getting to see this side of you. He liked that you were comfortable around his daughter, liked that you were silly and fun and kind, liked that you were happy. You looked up then, eyes meeting his. Your heart skipped but the smile never fell. 

“Hi,” you breathed. 

Minho crossed his arms as he leaned against the counter, smiling back at you. “Hey.” 

“Dad!” Jiyeon cheered, skipping over to him and wrapping her small arms around his legs. “We’re dancing, Dad! Do you want to dance with us?” 

“Of course I do!” Minho bent down and lifted his daughter up off the ground, dancing around with her in his arms. 

You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched him. And then you took Haru’s hands in yours and spun him around. He was laughing and Jiyeon was laughing and so was Minho so you laughed too. You hadn’t been this happy in a long, long time. You were grateful to Minho, and to Jiyeon, for bringing so much laughter and joy back into your life.

“I love you,” you whispered as Minho danced closer to you.

“Not more than I love you,” he whispered back. 

You rolled your eyes at him. He always tried to make it some sort of competition. But you didn’t mind. You couldn’t mind. Because he loved you. At the end of the day, being loved in return by the man you loved was all that mattered to you. 

And you certainly loved Lee Minho.

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I want to be both of them. Changbin first and then Minho 🤪

*googles how to be lee know*

God this was so good. The detail, the lead up, the flow, Hannie as the most supportive BFF. Everything was A+++++.

amethyst [bang chan x reader] | 18+

you reigned queen in your carefully constructed world - a double life hidden from your friend and roommate, chan. but the universe had its way of throwing surprising curveballs at you and in a series of hilarious events, the secrets behind amethyst and arpeggio were laid bare.

╰┈☆ pairing: roommate!bang chan x camgirl f!reader

╰┈☆ length: 15,399 words

╰┈☆ genre: very explicit smut - mdni, fluff, humour, han jisung being the most badass best friend/platonic soulmate ever

╰┈☆ warnings: 18+ only, this is obscenely explicit lol a whole lotta smut, f!reader camming and chan watching, nipple + clit piercings, masturbation with toys, oral sex, unprotected penetrative sex, deepthroating, creampies, squirting, brief moment of anxiety, strength kink if you squint, use of pet names: baby girl, baby, love, honey, babe

╰┈☆ crossposted to ao3, here.

Wednesday nights were lingerie nights.

Working on Wednesdays was a breeze since the effort into getting ready was a lot easier than on other nights when you cosplayed.

With a deep breath in to get yourself in the right headspace, you did some stretches ahead of tonight’s work. A mellow playlist helped to set the mood. You only had a couple of hours up your sleeve with an empty house, so the quicker you could get settled, the better.

The pre-stream ritual was simple: taping up the small tattoos on your collarbone and arms, slipping on an expensive lilac lingerie ensemble, and dousing your body in a lotion that shimmered when you placed your filming lights just right.

Makeup and hair were easy. As a cam girl, there was always a lot you gave. Whether it was time, a fantasy, or your body. So you always made sure that when it came time to stream, you kept the one thing you didn’t want to give away – by keeping your face out of frame.

Hell, most streams you’d also been making a habit of tying your hair up so it was out of frame too. This month you’d decided to dye your locks an ashy lilac, in cheeky honour of your streaming moniker ‘Amethyst’, and since hair colour could be a giveaway to your identity, you always played it safe.

Tonight was a reasonable half an hour to get ready.

Not too bad at all.

But by far on top of everything else, the most important thing as part of your pre-stream ritual was getting the all-clear from your best friend.

me [10:13pm] hello my love was just about to start work for tonight you guys gonna be out for much longer?

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [10:14pm] hey honey yeah we’re probably gonna wrap up at work soon and idk prob head out to dinner i mean, i’ll make sure we head out to dinner you should be good for the next 90 mins at least

me [10:14pm] perfection thanks honey! love you!

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [10:15pm] always. love u too! make sure to keep your notifs turned up loud for any updates!

You always liked to round time down, just in case. So 90 minutes free really meant an hour or so of work ahead, once you subtracted time for clean-up afterwards.

You sent out a tweet to your thousands of followers giving them the 10-minute heads up before going around to check your camera angle, surroundings and lighting.

Normally, you were seated on the floor during streams, which was surprisingly comfortable, much to Jisung’s dismay. You didn’t really have a dedicated room or set-up like other streamers did, and you wanted to keep it as non-descript as possible: in front of the small portion of your bedroom wall that was bare white.

Despite the anonymity, you tried to make your space as personable as you could afford by littering the floor with lilac throw rugs and pastel pink cushions.

Plus, it was easier this way to bundle everything and throw it all into the wash after a stream.

(As well as be plush and soft on your body whenever you were on your knees.)

For peace of mind (and Jisung’s), you double-checked your phone notifications were coming through to your laptop. And finally, you grabbed your trusty box of toys and lube to keep next to your laptop for easy reach.

Your phone was blowing up in anticipation which was always the perfect ego boost before finally going live.

‘Start Broadcast’ and you were plunging into your alter ego.

3, 2, 1.

“Hello! Welcome, everyone! How was your Wednesday?”

After doing this for so long, you could always count on the shrill chime of tips from your devoted viewers within the first few minutes to help fuel the night’s desires.

(And you could especially count on it when you were sitting in gorgeous lingerie that didn’t leave much to the imagination.)

arpeggio-wolf143 has tipped you ₩50000. arpeggio-wolf143: can’t watch tonight’s stream because i’m finishing up at work arpeggio-wolf143: but still wanted to give you a little present 💖

You leaned over to change up your playlist to something upbeat and dim your lighting to set the mood, before scrolling up in the chat to see who had tipped.

“Oh, Arpeggio! Thank you so much! You didn’t need to drop by when you were busy. I appreciate it so much though,” you giggled breathily.

You were smiling brightly, eyes squinting in delight.

But no one could see.

arpeggio-wolf143: god you’re too cute, amethyst

In the years that you had been camming, you now garnered just shy of 1000 viewers at any given stream. Most of them were your regular viewers, but you figured the other hundreds that padded out your numbers were there for mere curiosity. You didn’t mind though as it made your channel surface higher on the camming homepage.

Your chat flew by with comments as per usual. You liked to spend the time chatting with your regulars and relaying your day in insignificant detail. It made your community more tight-knit. And more importantly, less transactional than just having an orgasm and leaving.

Jisung called this part of your streams your PTT: Parasocial Talk Time. Not that he’d ever watched any of your streams because ew, platonic soulmates.

However, he did love it when you divulged on how regulars like Bubble, Tiger, Blackstone, Kenji and Arpeggio were doing whenever he asked afterwards.

how was your day, amethyst? is that lingerie set new? just work today. excited to spend the night watching you though. wow, you look so pretty your body is amazing wtf my day was soooo busy. can’t wait to just relax with you.

In your dimly lit room, you swayed your shoulders sensually to the rhythm of the music, your body bathed in the soft glow of lights. You shifted your position so that people could get a good view of your bustier, by crossing your legs to one side and leaning on one hand.

Keeping your eyes on the time, you scanned the chat and acknowledged compliments and questions. With the electric atmosphere blended with desire and curiosity, it was probably time to get moving.

“Hmm, well since you all have tipped so well and been patient, how do you feel if I take this off?” You thumbed over the outline of your bustier, paying close attention to your nipples.

You were glad that you dished out the money on this set because it really was gorgeous.

arpeggio-wolf143: quickly opened up the stream again as i was heading out to grab a cab home arpeggio-wolf143: won’t be able to close it till i see your pretty tits, amethyst

Arpeggio was your favourite regular. They were always respectful, called out sleazes in the chat and on top of that, tipped well.

So, you didn’t waste time putting on a show before they left.

The lilac bustier’s structured silhouette was meticulously crafted, hence the price tag – showing off your cleavage whilst cinching in your waist. Its translucent mesh invited admiration from your viewers, them seeing a peek of your torso and belly button. And with flower tendrils embroidered and woven below the cups, you felt elegant and feminine.

Your panties were an extension of the bustier's allure. Delicate embroidery of lavender and blush adorned the front, the intricate floral embroidery in perfect harmony with those on the bustier.

It was almost a shame you didn’t let your hair down. Because with your matching hair and lingerie, you would have looked like a fairy.

Your laptop chimed endlessly, the sound of tips incoming from the excitement of seeing more skin. You subconsciously checked your camera angle to make sure your face was out of frame before moving your hands.

Covering your breasts with one arm, you used your other hand to slowly undo the hooks at the back before letting it down. You were always on the busty side, one hand not even being able to cover your breast entirely as you massaged it softly. You made a show of flicking your nipple piercings as they sparkled under your lights – they were part of your signature, silver barbells with purple amethyst stones on either end.

Adjusting your position, you spread your legs out and planted your lilac heels on the floor to get them in the shot. You spent $300 on them for camming, and by god, you weren’t going to let that money go to waste.

arpeggio-wolf143 has tipped you ₩50000. arpeggio-wolf143: fuck, you’re so gorgeous. can’t believe i have to go now. hope you wear this again in a future stream so i can see it again arpeggio-wolf143: lol if i’m feeling bold, will watch your stream from the backseat of the cab once my friends get dropped off

You giggled. Arpeggio was really going to be distracted now.

“Well Arpeggio, if you book a private with me, I’ll be sure to show this off to you,” you replied cheekily. “Anyway, what do you think, chat? Do you like how my panties match these?”

You flicked your matching purple nipple piercings whilst running a hand over your lilac panties, sighing at how sensitive you had become.

The chat filled up with comments as your laptop chimed with more tips.

you look so pretty, amethyst! can’t wait till you take off your panties too how was your day, amethyst? xoxoxo lol watching this while on the train. worth it i like the flowers on your lingerie, they’re so pretty

You played up to the camera, with particular attention to your nipples, as you continued PPT with your regulars.

Every now and then you let your hand wander lower and lower, lightly feathering over your mesh-clad pussy. And when you were feeling bold, you brushed your fingers over your clit. 

With the anticipation of what was to come, you could feel yourself getting wet and your body getting hot.

Your moans were getting breathier as you spoke.

Your touches were more delicate from how all your nerves were sparking alight.

A quick glance at your laptop to check your angle again, and yes, your viewers could definitely tell you were starting to seep through your panties. You purposely ran your finger over your wet spot before pulling your panties taut to slip the material through your folds. 

With the way that the light shone on your body, your clit piercing sparkled through your sheer lace panties. A simple silver hoop with an amethyst stone to match your nipple piercings.

You knew your viewers loved seeing your piercings just as much as you loved to play with them.

But you were soon brought out of your headspace as your laptop dinged with new text message notifications.

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [11:12pm] hey honey 3 of us went out for a quick dinner the others kept asking me to tell you to come i wonder how much longer they’re gonna keep asking anyway why does changbin hyung insist we always get so much soju lol i’m starting to fuckin feel it we’re all getting in a cab and heading home now currently in yeungdeungpo so imma get dropped off first, than changbin hyung, then chan hyung so you have like 30 minutes tops before chan hyung gets home have fun getting off with your chat and your dildo or vibrator idk actually ykw please don’t answer that love you!

You smiled. Bless your best friend for always having your back.

He was the only person that knew about your side hustle.

Best friends since kindergarten.

Keeper of all your deepest and darkest secrets.

Always the two of you against the world.

He was your biggest cheerleader on your off days when you’d feel dirty and cheap, and your self-appointed sugar baby when huge tips would roll in and he’d demand you treat him to barbecue.

(Which, you always called him out for because he was the bigshot money-making music producer that owned 3 cafes, including Alien, and several real estate investment properties. So if anything, it was in your right to demand him to buy you dessert afterwards.)

Just Jisung, and no one else.

Not even your roommate, Chan.

Keeping the secret from him had been quite the mission.

Roughly a year prior, the rent at your tiny studio apartment began to skyrocket. Camming was something you had been doing on and off and when you put two and two together, you realised how much of a money-maker it could be with helping to afford it. You began to take it seriously – making sure to stream at least 3 times a week once night fell.

Soon enough, it stopped supplementing your actual income and officially had become your main source of it. Working morning shifts at Alien Cafe only paid so much.

(Even if you earnt just a few ₩100 more than other employees just because Jisung owned the place, and he insisted to your manager to give you a little bump.)

When you and Jisung got to university, you met Chan and Changbin. Since then, it had always been the 4 of you.

When you were 21, you were there when the 3 of them decided to pursue careers in music production, during post-class beers on the balcony at Chan’s dorm.

When you were 22, they were there on arrival (welcome home signs included) when you had returned from a solo Europe trip after graduating from university.

When you were 23, you were there to throw them a surprise party when all 3 had finally become in-house producers at JYPE.

When you were 24, you had framed the polaroids you had all taken at Changbin’s noona’s wedding to gift them for Christmas.

When you were 25, you all joined Jisung when Alien, One and Volcano Cafe opened.

And at 26, they were there for you when you were at a loss because you finally got kicked out of your studio apartment.

You were just so thankful that Chan was there with a smile and offer to move into the spare room of his 2-bedroom apartment.

Initially, you declined. You knew your friends were loaded and supported you – Changbin often joked that you were like their sugar baby except for no sex and only cuddles – but there were some things that you wanted to do for yourself.

But after a month of couch surfing and not being able to cam, you finally relented.

Moving in had been like a dream.

It was nice coming home to someone every day and doing things for them to make them smile because you loved the feeling of butterflies in your tummy.

You loved his cooking, his inclinations to drama marathons and the fact he could play hero whenever there was a scary bug in your room.

And the biggest benefit was that you didn’t have to pay rent because he owned the place.

It was a breath of fresh air after living on your own for so long. You both were such good friends, it was beyond you why neither of you had come up with the suggestion sooner.

It was so carefree that it almost made you forget that you needed to stream for a living. But there was no way you could afford your lifestyle on Alien alone.

So when it came to your side hustle, you made sure to never cam while Chan was at home because you wanted to respect his space while he was there. 

You always hand-washed your cam girl outfits in your en suite and let them dry over the edge of your bathtub.

You kept your camera, lighting, dildos and vibrators hidden in the bottom drawer of your wardrobe.

And you always made sure to tell Jisung when you were about to start streaming just in case he ever needed to call you with a Code Red: Roommate Imminent.

You were just lucky that Chan spent most nights working in his office studio with Jisung and Changbin. And you were lucky that you always had Jisung on your side to buy you time in case you were running overtime.

So with your time frame closing in, it was time to start the beginning of the end.

You did the math in your head: 15 minutes to cum and finish the stream, 5 minutes to quickly pack everything away, 5 minutes to quickly rinse off your body lotion and change, and 5 minutes to spare in case the cab driver was quick.

With a few more chimes for tips, you let your hands wander over your panties before snapping the band to get your viewers’ attention.

“Are you guys ready?”

You pulled your panties taut once again, before slowly sliding them down. From your position, you made sure that your camera caught the long string of slick coming off your pussy that was making your panties sticky.

you’re so hot wtf love seeing you in nothing but heels, amethyst your clit piercing yeeeeesssssss girl of my dreams istg clit piercings AND nipple piercings, chef’s kiss seeing you like that is legit the best part of my week

“Chat, you’re all so cute.” you giggled.

With a flicker of nervousness mingled with arousal, you began your seductive performance. Leaning back on one hand, fingertips traced patterns along your thighs, teasingly inching closer to your most intimate area. You revelled in the knowledge that your viewers were captivated. Fixated on every move from here on in.

You pulled back your folds to finally show off what your viewers could only see hints of – your matching clit piercing.

Breathing in deeply, you brought two fingers to your mouth to get them wet. Your viewers couldn’t see your lips, but it was clear what you were doing to prepare yourself.

You circled around your clit with one fingertip, not directly touching it. There was always the temptation to flick and play with your piercing immediately, but indirect stimulation always helped you build up to the perfect orgasm. The circles became tighter and you were finally brushing your finger over your piercing. The anticipation of stimulation made your whole body shudder, an involuntary moan leaving your lips as you threw your head back.

You began experimentation, two fingers brushing over your piercing before adding another to increase the pressure. As you began getting wetter and louder, you gently gripped the skin on either side between your thumb and index finger, twisting your piercing from side to side.

But pressure alone wasn’t enough. Hastily, you pushed a finger into yourself while your thumb continued to brush over your clit, electric sensations shooting through your body. One digit became two and by the time you had added a third, your moans were shaky and laboured as they bounced off the walls of your room. Waves of pleasure surged, intensifying with every gentle stroke.

arpeggio-wolf143 has tipped you ₩100000. arpeggio-wolf143: in a cab on the way home and i’m sitting by myself in the back seat. couldn’t help but open your stream up again. arpeggio-wolf143: made it back at just the right time arpeggio-wolf143: can’t believe how hard i am in public right now watching you

When you were so worked up, you sometimes neglected your chat, even though you could hear tips rolling in. Feeling needy and restless, you wordlessly reached over to your trusty toybox, pulling out a dildo – purple, of course.

“W-What do you guys feel like tonight? This way from the front? Or d-do you want to see me ride it from b-behind?” you managed to get out tremulously.

You smiled at the enthusiasm in the chat, the resounding answer being from behind.

Wiping your hands on a nearby towel, you gently turned around onto your knees. It was always much easier to film from this angle because it was easier to hide your face.

Every part of your body was becoming hypersensitive. From the plush of the throw rug under your knees, to the thin sheen of sweat on your skin, to the ridges of the dildo in your hand. The mellow music in the background was muting the buzzing in your brain and the melody gave you a rhythm to float on.

You lifted your body, nudging the head of the dildo against your lips. You slapped the head against your clit, the jolt of pleasure almost making you topple forward.

To the sound of chimes, you slowly began to sink down onto the toy.

“Oh my god,” you keened out with a whimper. You were almost halfway on your girthy dildo. “You feel so good, baby. Filling me up so well.”

With the exhilaration of hundreds of eyes on you, you took a deep breath and smoothly sank down on the rest of the dildo. A broken cry escaped your lips, incredulous that you had taken 10 inches in one go.

You had one hand on the base of the dildo as you gently rocked forward, your walls adjusting to the luscious stretch.

It felt so, so good.

In your peripheral vision, you could see your chat continuing to fly, but with a muggy head overwhelmed, you couldn’t comprehend anything other than pleasure. You tried to concentrate, with one username catching your eye.

arpeggio-wolf143: you look so beautiful, amethyst arpeggio-wolf143: had to lay my jacket over my lap so i could palm my cock through my pants arpeggio-wolf143: proud of you for taking that big cock all in one go arpeggio-wolf143: are you going to ride it hard for me now, baby?

Even though your head was out of frame, you nodded to Arpeggio’s comment.

You slowly lifted your body up to just the tip, just to slam it back down. Again and again. The slide of the dildo became easier as you coated it with more juices and became accustomed to the size.

You soon picked up the pace. You could hear the muffled sound of your ass slapping against the covered floorboards as you rode your dildo. The steady pressure against your g-spot had you moaning unabashedly every time you were buried to the hilt.

“D-do you feel my pussy squeezing your cock in? Look how wet I am for you,” you whispered obscenely. As the words escaped your mouth into your empty room, they left your toes curling. With your free hand, you grabbed your breast, squeezing around your nipple piercing to relieve tension.

arpeggio-wolf143: fuck arpeggio-wolf143: you are amazing arpeggio-wolf143: an actual dream arpeggio-wolf143: be my little fuck toy, baby arpeggio-wolf143: your ass and thick thighs look incredible when you’re fucking a big cock arpeggio-wolf143: slap your ass so i can see it jiggle, baby

Conceding to Arpeggio’s latest comments, you slapped the smooth and supple part of your ass as you fucked your dildo faster.

You only lifted your body up a couple of inches from the base with every movement, to keep the pressure on your g-spot. Your pussy pulsed as the toy continuously tugged deep inside you. 

“I-I need... I need—”

Your thought trailed off as you used a hand to slap your clit. You whined as you began to work your fingers from left to right across the most sensitive part of your pussy, closer and closer to release.

arpeggio-wolf143: so good arpeggio-wolf143: you’re so good, amethyst arpeggio-wolf143: i got you, baby arpeggio-wolf143: want to cum for me, baby girl?

“Yes, yes, yes. I need to cum so bad,” you whined in response to Arpeggio, ignoring the rest of your chat.

In the privacy of your room, at the pinnacle of release, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable. To embrace your body and sexuality without judgement.

Your litany of dirty talk and soft moans blended with the whispers of desire from your viewers.

Every nerve and inch of your being was set alight.

It was a dance of imagination and connection, an intoxicating exchange of fantasies made real through the veil of the internet.

Your performance was reaching its crescendo.

With a few more hits against your g-spot, your dildo quickly slipped out of you. You hovered above it as you rubbed your clit back and forth. Clear liquid squirted from your pussy as you hit a high.

You collapsed down before even remembering to turn around.

Your juices were running down your legs, all over your throws.

Drifting down slowly from your high, it took a few moments to regain your senses and muscle control. 

The sound of chimes reminded you of your tight timeline.

You looked over at your laptop, your eyes once again searching for that familiar username.

arpeggio-wolf143: you’re so perfect, amethyst arpeggio-wolf143: that was incredible arpeggio-wolf143: i love seeing you squirt after getting fucked so hard arpeggio-wolf143: fuck, if only i was alone. i would have cum so hard with you arpeggio-wolf143: remember to treat yourself well after tonight’s stream 💖

“Thank you, everyone. So much,” you smiled, turning back around to face your camera. “Look how well you fucked me. I made such a mess.”

You made a show of dragging your finger through the puddle on your throw and licking it off with a pop.

“I think I need to go and clean all this mess up,” you laughed as you moved along to finish your stream.

Satiated and glowing with satisfaction, you bid your viewers farewell by blowing a kiss and promising to return for another stream in the coming days.

With a deep breath, you stopped your broadcast and stepped out of Amethyst’s shoes to return to your own.

As soon as you were grounded, you were quick to work.

“Ew, why did I have to squirt tonight? Just more mess to clean,” you groaned to yourself. You grabbed a box of nearby baby wipes and quickly cleaned up your legs before unbuckling your heels and putting them away.

You bundled your throw rugs and dropped them by the foot of your bed to take out to the washing machine later.

Toy box away.

Camera away.

Lights away.

You had gotten quick at the post-stream pack down. 4 minutes tonight, ahead of schedule.

channie ✨ [11:43pm] helloooooo y/nieeeee missed u at dinner tonight are you still up? if ur bored, was thinking ramyeon, cuddles and the next episode of never mind?

At the sound of notifications, you beelined for your phone. You held your breath when you saw that Chan had messaged. Relief washed over you when you saw that they were just cute messages.

You quickly replied before briskly heading to your en suite.

me [11:44pm] helllllllllooooooo channieeeee yes i’m still up! missed hanging out with u today so that honestly sounds like perfection just finishing up a game of LoL now and then will cook us up some jin ramyeon!

channie ✨ [11:44pm] ahhhh you the best ❣️ be home in a few!!

In a few minutes, you were clean and donned with a cropped t-shirt, powder blue lace panties like your lilac pair, and sweatpants.

You made sure nothing was out of place before grabbing your throw rugs and unclicking your bedroom door. The electrifying energy that had filled the room just moments before was long dissipated as you tiptoed out to the living room. Even though you knew you were home alone, you needed that visual.

You threw the throws into the washing machine to turn on tomorrow.

Inhale in, exhale out. Another close call.

me [11:51pm] am i good or am i good stream done and i’m all changed with time up my sleeve ty for looking out for me 💖

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [11:51pm] wow okay that was cutting it tight lol i swear chan hyung is gonna walk through the door any minute now and ofc ofc any time, honey wyd for the rest of the night?

me [11:51pm] ramyeon and tv with channie how are u feeling after… how many bottles of soju? lmao

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [11:52pm] 8 bottles between us 🥲 i’ll be fine lol legit plan to just wash up and go to bed hahahaha

me [11:52pm] sounds perfect have a good night, my love 💖

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [11:52pm] you too, honey love you!

You stood in the kitchen, a pot of water boiling on the stove as you prepared to make ramyeon. It had been a long day for both you and Chan, your respective jobs demanding your attention. So, you were going to do exactly what Arpeggio said and treat yourself to a midnight meal and brain-rotting TV.

As you added the noodles to the pot, you couldn't help but smile, anticipating Chan’s arrival. Your friendship had traversed the years since your university days, and over the last 6 months since moving in, you were surprised that an even deeper level of friendship was possible. 

It had been a whirlwind of emotions, laughter, and heart-to-hearts, but unbeknownst to you, the time spent living under the same roof with Chan had begun to unearth feelings you hadn't noticed before. Your heart would skip a beat when he smiled, and you felt an unexplainable joy whenever you could do something to make his day a little brighter. It was like your heart was silently whispering a different tune.

And even though those feelings were happening more often than not, every time they happened, you brushed off the thoughts, unsure of what they meant. Or if they were merely a fleeting sentiment.

The aroma of the simmering broth filled the air as you heard the front door open, Chan stumbling in. Before you could even turn around to greet him, your body jolted from his wide frame enveloping yours with a tight back hug.

“Missed you,” he greeted you with a lopsided grin, his eyes gleaming with warmth.

“Channie! Missed you today,” you replied, your head gently knocking his.

“Keep telling you that you should join us for dinner after we finish work. Feels weird when you’re not there,” he pouted, plush lower lip jutting out.

Lately, it was getting harder to forgo the invitations from your best friends for post-work dinners, for camming instead. You knew that they wouldn’t think twice about it – you did work morning shifts at Alien after all which served as a great excuse – but you couldn’t help the mix of guilt tugging at you, leaving you with a bag of complex emotions. You were just thankful that you had Jisung whenever the waves crashed upon you to reassure you that it really was okay.

“I know, I know. But we’re gonna hang out now, yeah? You hungry?” You turned your head, those pouty lips now too, too close.

You didn’t know where the line of platonic and most-probably-not stood these days, especially when it involved a tipsy koala Chan. But regardless, you found it too endearing. It was as if his inhibitions melted away, revealing a more vulnerable and affectionate side of him.

“I am! Like, how am I sooo hungry after barbecue?” Chan slurred slightly, tinged with playfulness. “The broth smells so good.”

“Probably from all the alcohol, from what Sungie just told me. You need something to soak it all up! Plus, you’re bulking, aren’t you? So you definitely need a late-night snack,” you said, taking the opportunity to squeeze his biceps while his arms were wrapped around you.

Chan shuffled close, head over your shoulder as his gaze was fixated on you.

"You always know how to make everything better, you know that? I’m gonna wash up and I’ll get the TV ready?"

He kissed your hair and padded off to his bathroom before you could even reply.

You busied yourself, grabbing cutlery, bowls and drinks for the two of you. Almost done, you were ready to divvy up the meal to two, however, a momentary lapse in concentration caused disaster to strike.

As you reached for the pot's handle, your grip faltered, and scorching hot water spilled onto your legs.

“Oh, fuck!”

Pain shot through your body, and you let out a yelp of anguish. Tears welled up in your eyes as you hurriedly tried to soothe the burning sensation by fanning your hands over your legs. Panic started to set in as you realized the severity of the situation.

Just as you were trying to gather your thoughts and figure out the next steps, unsteady footsteps echoed in the hallway. Chan was already freshened up and changed into a t-shirt and sweats. His eyes widened when he saw you in distress.

"Y/N! Oh my god! What happened?" His voice filled with concern and a touch of tipsy slurring. You managed to compose yourself enough to respond.

"I... I’m a clumsy fuck. Spilled the boiling ramyeon on my legs. I can feel it through my sweatpants... it hurts so much."

Without hesitation, Chan rushed to your side, his caring instincts kicking in. He hastily grabbed a couple of clean tea towels from a nearby drawer and ran them under cold water.

Feeling the need to alleviate the pain, you absentmindedly decided to remove your sweatpants, not caring that you were revealing yourself. The burn demanded immediate attention, and you disregarded any embarrassment.

Chan quickly got down onto his knees, pressing the cool towels against your burning skin. They thankfully provided the relief you needed, your sweatpants taking the brunt of it.

“Oooh, that is much better,” you sighed in gratitude. You looked down to see Chan in cute concentration, brows furrowed as he tried to cool down both your legs.

“Jesus, that’s one way to get sober real fast. You scared the hell out of me. I came running. You sure you feel okay?” he asked as he finally looked up to meet your gaze.

It was then that you became acutely aware of the moment of hilarity mixed with disbelief and mere mortification.

You saw Chan blink slowly – once, twice – taken aback by the unexpected sight before him. His eyes grew wide, his expression turned into what you thought looked like recognition, and his face turned a deep shade of red as he tried to avert his gaze, stuttering incoherently.

"I-I didn't... um, expect this."

And there you were, standing in a puddle of cold water, with Chan at eye level, right against your hips. That were clad with blue sheer panties. 

And if people could see your clit piercing through a computer screen, Chan sure as hell could see it when he was inches away.

What was even more mortifying is that you weren’t wearing a bra under your loose cropped t-shirt. So, Chan could see everything when he looked up at you.

Everything.

Amethyst-stone nipple piercings.

Amethyst-stone clit piercing.

“Oh my god!”

You held a hand to your ribcage, holding your t-shirt down.

“Channie! Oh my god! This is so embarrassing. Channie, this-is-so-embarrassing.”

You held your other hand to your eyes. Maybe if you squeezed them hard enough you could pretend you weren’t there.

“I…” Chan said softly, spaced out,

“Oh my god. What kind of sitcom is this? Chan, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking and–”

“Y/N, it’s fine, honestly,” he couldn’t help but laugh as he snapped out of it. He looked back down at your legs, making sure he was covering every inch possible. “Hey, I’m not awkward about this and neither should you.”

“Chan, you’ve just seen me pretty much naked. Oh my god.”

“Let’s just call it a new level of roommate intimacy. Take your awkwardness and turn it into confidence,” he said, standing up once it was clear you were now fine. The kick of adrenaline did wonders for you, and the burning sensation was nearly gone.

“Fine. But we do not speak of this again,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“If it makes you feel better,” Chan said as he wrung out the tea towels. “But I do have one question though. When did you get your nipples pierced?”

Your eyes grew wide, while your friend was cackling in unbridled laughter.

You took it all back, maybe you were better off not having just Jisung and Changbin as your best friends. You had no shame in giving him a loud slap across the back to shut the fuck up.

“Okay, okay, I’m kidding!” Chan laughed, hands up in surrender. You gave him The Icy Glare. Chan, Jisung and Changbin were well acquainted with it. The ‘you will never hear the end of this if you don’t shut up’ glare.

“You actually fucking suck! Thank you for helping me out though and I love you endlessly for it–” Chan bowed his head in acceptance. “–but still, you suck!”

Chan poked his tongue out at you as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know, I know, I’m awful,” he chuckled. You wrapped your arms around him in comfort while you gave him a pout. “Hey, you okay now though, for real?”

He looked down at you while you looked up at him, your faces close.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you whispered. “Thank you, really. Sorry for scaring you and ruining the ramyeon.”

“Don’t be silly, you didn’t ruin anything at all. Wanna go take a quick cold shower to get the broth off? I can clean up the kitchen in the meantime. Then you can sit down on the couch and I can help you put cream on your legs?”

You nodded silently before Chan leaned down to leave the second kiss of the night – this time on your temple.

After another quick rinse of your body and new clothes, you took a seat on the couch. You could finally take a look at your legs. The redness had already started to fade. You were just glad you were wearing thick sweatpants when it happened.

Chan came back in tow and you were quick to lay your legs across his lap. He continued to tend to your burns, laughter intertwined with care, easing the tension that had momentarily hung in the air. It was a reminder of the deep bond you shared, capable of weathering even the most unexpected and silly of situations.

After an hour spent on the couch, relaying your day and not actually watching TV, you and Chan finally headed off to bed.

But as soon as you were alone, you immediately shuddered, the events of the evening replaying in your mind.

“Goddamnit,” you muttered out loud to no one.

You shoved a pillow into your face, screaming.

You managed to forget for a grand total of 90 minutes.

You did the thing you always did when you were having a Red Flag Crisis.

Scrambling to find your phone amongst your sheets, you went straight for the first person on your favourites.

It took 8 rings before [jisungie platonic loml 😘] picked up.

“Mmmm. Y/N?” a groggy Jisung answered.

“Jisung? Jisung!” you hissed into your phone, face in your hands.

“Y/N, it’s fucking 3am. What the fuck do you fucking want? Don’t you fucking have fucking work in a few fucking hours?”

His husky voice said it all. The man was well asleep.

“Oi, language, you heathen. Also Sungie, I am having like, 500% cringe. Like, I’m calling Red Flag Crisis.”

“Oh, dear god.” His voice was immediately clearer. You heard the ruffle of the sheets as Jisung sat up in bed. “An RFC? What happened? Tell me, top to bottom. Do I need to come over with food so I can distract you with a Netflix marathon?”

“No, no, no, you don’t have to come all the way here, but I love you for suggesting. But please stay on the line with me?”

“Of course, honey. Now, please do tell.”

You relayed your kitchen mishap, with both mortification and amusement, in great detail since Jisung was a sucker for every insignificant detail.

There was dead silence on the other end before Jisung erupted in laughter so loud that you had to pull your phone away from your ear.

“Y/N?! The fuck?! What do you mean he saw you pretty much naked? Honey, I’ve known you my whole life and I’ve never even seen you naked.”

“Sungie?! Now is not the time to play better best friend?!”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry. But holy shit, that is fucking funny. How the hell did that even happen in the first place? Were you distracted when you were pouring the ramyeon?”

“Yeah, I was fucking hungry!”

Jisung laughed harder. You could picture it now, head thrown back, cackling.

“That is the most you sentence ever.”

“Can we get back to the point!” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“So tell me, what kind of lingerie are we talking about? The black silky ones or the lacey pink ones?”

“The blue sheer ones,” you said sullenly.

“Oooh, spicy. But also, wow, major cringe because those ones are like transparent.”

“Jisung?! Oh my god, you’re not helping!” You threw a pillow down on the bed.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, you know that Chan hyung wouldn’t care. Hell, he probably feels more embarrassed over it than you. And then say something like ‘let’s turn our embarrassment into confidence’.”

“It was ‘let’s turn our awkwardness into confidence’, actually.”

“See! He is a wise and predictable man. Chin up, Y/N. Nothing to cringe over. It’s Channie hyung we’re talking about here.”

“...I suppose you’re right.”

“Now Changbin hyung on the other hand… when I tell him tomorrow at work, he won’t let you hear the end of this.”

You couldn't help but join in with Jisung’s laughter, feeling a sense of relief as the embarrassing situation dissipated. His genuine amusement and support made you feel better about the whole ordeal – at least after he poked fun at you.

As you continued to calm down, you relayed how your stream and your regulars were, and it was a reminder that laughter and friendship were the perfect antidotes to embarrassment.

After your RFC was averted, you finally settled back into bed, a smile playing on your lips. Lying in the darkness, your thoughts turned to Chan, finding yourself appreciating the unique blend of gratitude, friendship and newfound feelings that had unknowingly intertwined.

“Y/N! Over here!”

At the sound of Chan’s voice, you weaved your way through tables to table number 8 and took a seat next to Changbin. You had heeded Jisung’s advice and decided to give yourself a break from streaming to enjoy the company of your friends. So you found yourself meeting them for one of their post-work dinners at the local fried chicken joint, succumbing to their persistent invitations.

"See, I told you she'd crack eventually. No one can resist our fried chicken nights,” Chan grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Glad you finally decided to join us. We missed having you around, and we missed seeing your face light up when the food arrives,” Changbin playfully nudged your shoulder.

Jisung, always the joker of the group, chimed in.

“Exactly. We have to safeguard our chicken bonding time."

Laughter filled the air, easing the tension that had built up from your work-centric routine. As you chatted and savoured the crispy chicken, you felt a sense of warmth and belonging.

As always when it came to fried chicken, came the beers to accompany it. It turned into 1, 2, 3 before Chan was the first one to break the seal and excuse himself to the bathroom.

Changbin and Jisung were in a well-heated conversation over the use of triplets in music, and when a notification came through to your phone, you couldn’t help but be distracted.

arpeggio-wolf:143: hey amethyst! arpeggio-wolf:143: how are you? hope you’re having a good day after your stream! arpeggio-wolf:143: was thinking about something you said during it though arpeggio-wolf:143: and was wanting to take you up on that offer for a private? lmk 💖

You raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

Why not. It was extra cash. And it was Arpeggio of all people too, so you knew PTT with them would be super chill.

amethyst: hey arpeggio 💖 amethyst: i’m doing well, thank you! i’m out having fried chicken for dinner with some friends hehehe amethyst: that sounds great though! how about tomorrow? does 10pm suit?

arpeggio-wolf143: oh really? funnily enough, me too! hahaha arpeggio-wolf143: was up grabbing another drink for everyone and was thinking about you arpeggio-wolf143: so i thought i’d message before i forgot arpeggio-wolf143: 10pm works well for me arpeggio-wolf143: can’t wait! 💖

You sent Arpeggio your rates card and said your goodbyes. In the meantime, Chan came back with a round of beers in tow.

“Asked for these while I was up,” he said, passing everyone a bottle.

Everyone clinked drinks before it ended up in 4, 5, 6 for the night.

As you all walked out to eventually grab a cab for the trip home, you let Changbin and Chan go ahead while you pulled Jisung back.

“Hey, so, Arpeggio messaged me tonight. Doing a private with him tomorrow,” you hushed.

“Oh, damn. So what you’re saying is you’re going to be making bank tomorrow and will treat me to coffee and cheesecake the morning after?” Jisung grinned. You rolled your eyes and gave him a shove, before grabbing his arm to link yours through.

“You are insufferable. But also, yes, we can go to that bougie place, Pipi, that you keep talking my ear off about.”

“You are the best, best, best friend ever, you know. I’ll make sure that the 3 of us stay out of your hair till you’re done.”

As it hit 9:30pm the following day, it was another night, another pre-ritual stream.

With a deep breath in to get yourself in the right headspace, you slipped into that familiar lilac lingerie ensemble, taped up your tattoos, and bathed your body in your favourite shimmering lotion.

Whilst next would be tying your hair up to keep it out of frame, you were feeling adventurous and for the first time in your camming career, opted for leaving it down. It was something so seemingly insignificant, but Arpeggio was your favourite viewer so you thought there was no harm in lifting the veil – even in the slightest bit.

Just like clockwork, all that was left was checking your notifications were coming through to your laptop and getting the all-clear from Jisung.

In a weird way, you were excited albeit still apprehensive. You didn’t have too much experience with private streams, but you were glad with the rare opportunity to connect intimately with one of your dedicated viewers.

When you went to grab your phone from your charger, you noticed 8 missed calls from Jisung. Panic arising from the urgency, you called him back immediately, praying it wasn’t anything disastrous.

“Sung—”

“Y/Nie? Jesus, where have you been? I’ve been calling you nonstop.” Frustration and worry were clearly evident in his voice.

“What’s happening? I’m about to start my stream–”

“We have Code Red: Roommate Imminent. I repeat, a Code Red. At this point, ETA 3 minutes.”

“3 minutes?!”

Your body sprang into action before your mind could. You wrapped yourself in a dressing gown and looked at your set-up. You couldn’t exactly tear it all down in the next 3, now probably 2, minutes. Perhaps you just had to persuade Chan to leave the house and absolutely, under all circumstances, your room was off-limits. You stood next to your bedroom door to avoid him barging in, to give you the time to think. He was like a homing pigeon to your hugs whenever he came home from work.

“Sungie, what the fuck do I do? I can’t exactly cancel this when Arpeggio’s my biggest tipper. I can’t have them leave negative reviews on my channel.”

“Okay, okay. First, message Arpeggio. Delay it by a bit,” Jisung said straightforwardly.

You nodded and took your phone away from your ear. You quickly opened up the camming app and shot a message off to Arpeggio, apologising and delaying it by 20 minutes.

The reply was instant, and of course, Arpeggio was understanding.

One thing off the list.

Second, Roommate Imminent.

Jisung's voice came through the phone, apologetic.

“Honey, I'm so sorry. Chan hyung insisted on staying home tonight because he was feeling sick and I couldn’t come up with any more excuses… you might have to improvise this time."

“Improvise? Oh sure, let’s do some impromptu improvisation while I casually explain my secret alter ego to my unsuspecting roommate and friend while wearing next-to-nothing,” you half-sarcastically joked, trying to suppress your mania. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Hey, hey, hey, no snappiness in this household, please,” Jisung replied with a click of his fingers. “Okay, think, think, think...”

“Maybe I can come over and just stream at your place? If I leave now, I can probably make it in just under 20,” you suggested.

“Y/Nie, I’m not at my place, remember? I’m in the car driving to Gimpo. I’m staying at Minho hyung’s place for a few days – at least till he can walk on his ankle again.”

“Oh right, right, right. Moonboot Minho,” you recalled. Jisung snickered. You both thought the new nickname you had donned on him was hilarious, much to Minho’s dismay and his fractured ankle. “I won’t have time to drive to Gimpo to pick up your keys.”

“Hmmm, what about renting a hotel room for the night?” Jisung suggested.

You contemplated but ultimately decided it was too last minute to organise.

“I’m at a loss, honey. Looks like we have a sticky situation,” Jisung concluded. You began pacing around, trying to control your breathing.

“Han Jisung, this is beyond sticky. This is like, stepping in gum while wearing fuzzy slippers, sticky.”

“Not you whipping out my government name. Look, Chan hyung did say he was sick, so maybe you just play The Good Roommate and encourage him to go to bed early. At least if he’s asleep then you can kinda be at ease? And if he can kinda hear you talking to someone, you can just say we were on voice chat playing games together,” Jisung proposed. You hummed, being the best solution you could reach.

With no other choice and a deep breath in, you reluctantly accepted your predicament of having to stream while he was in the house.

Jisung bid you with a farewell and a blessing of the improvisation gods upon you.

At the inevitable sound of the front door opening, you tightened the tie of your dressing gown and braved yourself to meet your roommate.

“Channie?” you called out to the dim lighting of the living room.

“Y/Nie? Hey,” he replied, a little flat. He wordlessly threw his coat on the couch alongside his backpack.

“Are you okay?” you asked, running up to get a good look at him. He looked fine from what you could tell. “Sungie mentioned that you were coming home sick.”

He smiled, opening his arms out for a hug.

“I’m okay,” he said softly once you were in his embrace. “Just feeling a little… I don’t know… anxious? I think I just need to go lie down, to be honest.”

“Did you want me to get you anything? Some food or some tea or…” He shook his head from the crook of your neck. “Okay, well why don’t you go rest, hey? I was just about to play games with Sungie once he got to Minho’s, so might be cooped up in my room for the next little bit. Say, when you’re up to it we can order dinner in?”

“Sounds perfect,” Chan said, finally mustering up the energy to stand upright.

He began to walk off before turning around, something clearly on his mind.

“Hey, Y/N?” he asked sheepishly. You nodded, letting him continue, but he shook his head instead. “Ah, you know what, it’s okay. See you a bit, yeah.”

You waited till Chan disappeared into his room before heading into your own. You were uneasy over the fact that Chan was unwell and that he was fretting over something, more so than him being at home at the same time as you.

But work awaited you.

me [10:14pm] channie seemed bothered by something but i think he’ll be okay he just went straight to his room remember, you’re my alibi if he hears me talking about to start work now, so will talk to you later i got faith that it’ll all be fine xx

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [10:14pm] thank god that was sticky af have fun honey, talk to u in a bit

Taking a liberal few minutes, you picked up from where you were and got yourself into the right headspace again.

You checked your angles, your lighting, and positioned yourself in the middle of your freshly washed throws. Your hair fell beautifully over your bustier as you crossed your legs to the side – you were glad you could finally show off your matching hair and lingerie, even if it was just to one viewer.

Taking a deep breath, you were ready to immerse yourself back into the world of desire and intrigue as you slipped into Amethyst’s persona. All the while staying as present as you could, remembering your sick roommate next door.

Like you said to Jisung – you had faith that it would all be fine.

3, 2, 1.

‘Start broadcast’.

Arpeggio’s chat window immediately popped up. Looking at the time stamps, you saw that they had logged into the chat room just a couple of minutes before you.

“Hi, Arpeggio! Sorry for running a bit late. How has your day been?” you said sweetly.

You were ready for PPT, flirty compliments and delving into how Arpeggio wanted you for the night.

They took their time replying to you in the chat, that you momentarily thought that you weren’t actually broadcasting live.

arpeggio-wolf143: hi arpeggio-wolf143: i don’t think that i can do this

What?

It certainly wasn’t the response you were expecting.

“...I’m not sure what you mean?” you replied with a nervous laugh.

arpeggio-wolf143: Y/N arpeggio-wolf143: it’s me

Your body froze.

Panic surged.

Secrets were about to crumble.

In that moment, time stood still as a rush of anxiety raced through your body.

All precautions – from handwashing your outfits, to having Jisung be your eyes and ears, to making sure you always had an empty house – were in an instant, futile.

Your carefully constructed world began to collapse as soon as you read your name on the screen.

There was no escape.

Just…

Who?

Before your brain could catch up to your body, you took your chances and moved the camera to get your face in frame – for the first time since you cammed. Ever.

“...who are you?” you asked, shining eyes as you looked right down the barrel of the camera.

There was no response.

A knock on your bedroom door made you jump.

Your friend’s muffled voice sounded on the other side.

“Y/N. It’s me. You’re talking to me.”

All you could hear was the relentless drumbeat of your heart.

The weight of Chan's words hung heavily in the air, sending a shockwave of disbelief through you.

He knows.

Out of all people in the entire damn world, Arpeggio was Chan.

The realisation hit you like a lightning bolt, leaving you paralyzed with fear and uncertainty.

As the silence stretched on, your mind raced, desperately searching for a way to process the unexpected turn of events.

And as the realisation washed over you, came the following sense of dread.

What would Chan's reaction be?

Would he judge you?

Would he be disgusted by your choice of work?

What if he kicked you out?

What if he… didn’t want to be your friend anymore?

As the sense of dread passed, it made room for a wave of anxiety to now crash over you, threatening to drown you in a sea of self-doubt.

With shaky legs and trembling hands, you finally mustered the courage to open the bedroom door, not caring to cover up your body.

You had felt a cocktail of emotions in the short span of time and now you and Chan stood face-to-face, secrets laid bare.

Friends, roommates, and now unwittingly tangled in a world of seduction and anonymity.

And as Chan looked at you, you noticed how his eyes held a mixture of surprise, curiosity and genuine care.

You braced yourself for what he might say, fearing the worst.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N,” Chan began softly.

Your body slumped, the weight of the truth settling upon your shoulders. With a quivering breath, you manage to nod.

The room felt suffocating, as the world you've fought so hard to keep hidden slipped from under your feet.

Chan's features softened. He stepped closer, his hand gently touching your arm.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to explain everything right now. Damn, like, I’ve got some explaining I need to do too," he said with a mirthless laugh.

Surprised by his unexpected support, you looked up at Chan, your eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"You... you're not mad?"

Chan shook his head, giving you a puzzled expression.

“Y/Nie, are you crazy? Why would I be mad?”

That was all you needed.

Relief washed over you.

You had feared losing your friendship, and Chan's understanding and acceptance provided a glimmer of hope.

“Right,” you replied hollowly, nodding as you took it all in.

Noticing that you were still in shock, Chan delicately grasped your hand this time. He guided you to the edge of your bed with slow and deliberate steps.

As you sat side by side, you could sense the compassion and concern emanating from him.

“Y/Nie,” Chan said sweetly as he squeezed your hand. “We should talk about this, yeah?”

Tears flowed as you struggled to find the words to express the gratitude and vulnerability that was consuming you.

Not wanting to induce any pressure, he brushed your tears away and began to speak instead.

“You know what, why don’t I go first, yeah? You don’t have to say anything or explain anything. But why don’t I tell you my side?”

You nodded, looking down at your interlocked hands.

“So, how long have I been watching you…” he pondered, his question not one to really be answered. “A while, I suppose. Frankly, you’d probably know better than me how long Arpeggio has been watching Amethyst.”

You inhaled deeply at the sound of those names, feeling all too disassociated that they were being said out loud.

“It all happened by chance, to be honest,” he continued. “I’d never really watched any cam shows before but had seen clips of Amethyst around when I was ummm, browsing the internet.”

You could see Chan start to turn a shade of red. You smiled – endearment being the first real emotion you were cognisant of since the initial shock. You squeezed his hand to encourage him to continue.

“Trying not to come across as objective or subjective but ah, I’m not going to lie, Amethyst was– is really damn gorgeous. Piercings are a huge turn-on for me, so I just had to seek her out. And that’s how it all kinda… happened?” Chan said, his voice raising at the end as if it were a question.

Your heart raced as the truth was unravelling in the most unexpected way, exposing a hidden connection neither of you had anticipated.

“God, I have said some fucking obscene shit to you during your streams. I… hope you don’t think differently of me,” Chan murmured.

Now it was your turn to give Chan a puzzled expression.

“Are you crazy? I don’t think anything different of you,” the first real words you had said since it began.

Your eyes met Chan's, searching for any signs of judgment or discomfort. But what you found was sincerity and warmth, as though the newfound revelation had brought you both closer together rather than pushing you apart. His words carried a weight of honesty and affection that you couldn't ignore.

Caught in the moment, you took a deep breath.

“Chan... I– I don't even know where to start. This is all so overwhelming, to be honest,” you began. “Ummm, in a nutshell, I started streaming on and off before deciding to take it seriously when the rent at my old place went up. And well, you know what happened, and I eventually got kicked out. I… I hope you don’t think that I didn’t want to move in with you initially because of this profession. I genuinely just wanted to get back on my feet on my own.”

“Hey, I honestly don’t think of it like that at all. I know you wanted to do it for yourself,” Chan nodded.

“Yeah, I suppose… I was just at a dead end. And then I moved in with you and it was the best decision I ever made.” A smile danced on your lips. “You’ve been there for me in so many ways since I moved in. From drama marathons, to game nights, to cuddles on the couch, to going on harebrained adventures to try out recipes I’ve seen online. You’ve really kept me grounded and just been a constant – so, thank you, Chan.”

You felt Chan lean in closer as he brushed the hair off your forehead to give you a light kiss.

“I’ve loved having you around the last 6 months, Y/N. I’ve said this to you before, but you really do know how to make everything better. I’m my best when I’m with you.”

His words genuinely touched you, leaving butterflies in your stomach, an amplified feeling of the ones that had been simmering over the last couple of months.

“Hey, so as Arpeggio would know, I started streaming back up once I moved in here. I only ever cammed when you were out of the house. I just– as if you didn’t realise it was me?” you smiled coyly. You felt Chan’s body quiver in laughter before you heard the mirthful noise.

“You know how… people sound different when they’re talking on the phone? It was kinda like that. I genuinely couldn’t tell it was your voice when you were talking to us,” Chan laughed. “And you always had your tatts taped up, your hair up and sat in front of a plain white wall. I suppose I never just put two and two together.”

Your eyes went wide in disbelief. You laughed alongside him, his reasoning being absolutely mind-boggling.

“Really? Well, I guess the plan to stay anonymous for as long as possible worked. So then, how did you finally figure out that Amethyst was actually me?”

“Ummm, I promised I wouldn’t bring it up again, but it was when you burnt yourself the other day,” Chan blushed. “When I saw your body I was floored. Like, I mean I know I was literally on the floor, but with your piercings, I knew it was you. But I didn’t know how to bring it up. So me being fucking stupid, I thought I’d book a private and then talk to you about it beforehand. And then I chickened out and went home feeling sick and guilty.”

Oh right, The Ramyeon Incident.

Amusement bubbled up inside of you again, and before you knew it, you were wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. Chan grinned at your reaction, laughing at himself along with you.

“Damn ramyeon,” you giggled. “God, Channie, I can’t believe you tipped me so much money for so long.”

“If anything, it actually feels a lot better knowing that my hard-earned 3racha dollars were just going to you. All those takeout meals you bought me were just with my money.”

You slapped Chan playfully on the arm, glad you both could easily joke about the whole situation.

Once the laughter had died down, Chan took both of your hands.

“Hey, I know there are other things that we should probably talk about, but I just wanna say that you’re still my amazing Y/Nie. I’m grateful for the connection we have and I will wholeheartedly support you in whatever you do. I hope you know that I won’t ever judge and I hope you feel comfortable to share as much as you want with me.”

You realised then that your friendship had evolved into something more profound. You had ventured uncharted territory together, discovering a bond forged by honesty and acceptance.

A smile blossomed across your face, a combination of relief and hope.

“Channie… thank you for being so understanding and continuing to love me. I’m my best when I’m with you, too."

As you both sat there, the world faded away, leaving you both in a realm of newfound intimacy.

Your eyes locked in a charged unspoken understanding. Your breath hitched, your gaze flickering from Chan's eyes to his lips, feeling the magnetic pull drawing them closer.

The air crackled with anticipation and with a surge of courage, you leaned forward.

Your eyes gently drifted shut.

Your hearts were beating in sync.

Chan’s plush, full lips gently locked with yours.

Electricity coursed through your veins.

Chan explored your mouth gingerly, and all at once at the same time.

The soft kiss held the weight of shared history, a mosaic of shared laughter, tears and late-night conversations. It was a culmination of discovery, dormant desires and buried feelings that long yearned for expression over the past few months.

In that single, transformative moment, all doubts and fears faded away, replaced by your friendship flourishing into something more. It carried the promise of everything falling into place, and you and Chan’s journey beginning.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes fluttered open. Your expression mirrored the sense of wonderment and surprise in Chan’s.

“Chan,” you whispered, voice steady with awareness.

“I know,” he whispered back.

He dived back in, capturing your lips with his own. But this time with a sense of impatience.

As his lips slid across yours, he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, waiting for you. You reciprocated, and the kiss became heated and more familiar.

Chan tentatively lifted a hand, placing it on the smooth patch of exposed skin between your bustier and your panties. His touch made you shudder, making him smile into the kiss.

“Y/Nie, do you…?”

You nodded hastily.

“Need you, Channie.”

Chan inhaled ruggedly and loudly. He looped one arm under your knees and another behind your back. He stood up and elegantly carried you up the bed till you were against your headboard.

You yelped at his strength, the flex taking you by surprise. You were well aware of his toned physique, but it was different when he was using you as a display of his strength.

He was quick to crawl on top of you and cover you with his huge frame.

“God, your voice sounds so beautiful,” Chan softly spoke in your ear before diving back in for another kiss.

It was wet and messy as Chan tried to cover every inch of your body with his.

“You–” he pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses from your lips to behind your ear. “–don’t know how long I’ve liked you for, Y/N.”

The words left you at ease, as if the first kiss you shared was already both of your confessions.

You could finally come to peace with all the enigmatic feelings that toyed around in your brain and bubbled up when you were with Chan.

You lifted his chin to get his attention.

“Really?” you asked softly.

“You have no idea. You’re just… so beautiful, you know.”

“I like you too, Channie. You’re so beautiful, too.”

Chan surged in for another kiss, his tongue gliding along with yours as he processed your words.

You took the time to map out his lips, to savour his movements, to mirror his intensity.

And as the intensity heightened, you could feel him slowly pushing his hips towards yours, contact well needed.

He was getting hard.

Chan let a hand trail from your cheek down to the top of your bustier, before moving down to cup your right breast. You gave a moan of encouragement and he took it as a sign to squeeze and massage you.

And since he knew your body, he let the pad of his thumb rub over your nipple piercings. You felt him shudder above you, almost as if he was in disbelief.

“F-fuck, Y/N, I can’t believe you’re here with me. Underneath me. You look fucking incredible in your outfit, just for me. Your hair matches your pretty lingerie so perfectly.” His voice was raspy and strained. “Touched myself so many times alone in my studio looking at your body. Cumming along with you when you were fucking yourself on your toys. Imagining I was there, fucking you senseless. Can’t wait to see your body bare, just for me.”

You felt a ripple of bliss throughout your body. You needed his hands on your skin. You leant forward and expertly used one hand to undo the hooks of your bustier, pulling it off and throwing it to the side.

“I-I need to feel your hands on me. Please.”

After being constricted in your bustier, your breasts spilled out, perky and swollen.

Chan blinked slowly, eyes stunned at you before him. The person he had ever only watched on screen, now underneath him. You saw his eyes trail your face, down to your chest.

“Baby,” he said in awe as he brought both hands up to cup each breast in his hands fully. The pet name made your toes curl. “Look at you. These milky tits and those thick thighs on your tiny frame. And your fucking piercings too, oh my god.”

You writhed from finally getting the contact that you needed and his dirty, dirty mouth. He massaged your soft flesh, getting a feel of their weight. He slapped the side of one of your breasts, ogling as he watched them jiggle.

“Your big tits look so, so good in my hands. Want me to suck on your pretty tits, baby?”

You didn’t even respond, just let out a fervent whine as you waited to be bitten and played with.

Chan’s mouth watered and he dove in, cupping a breast and circling your areola with his tongue. His lips hungrily caught your nipple, and he was quick to suck and play with your piercing. You felt his tongue run back and forth, his teeth pulling at the ring. Sensitivity was vibrating through your body from his touch and you were unbridled with your moans as you closed your eyes, focusing on his movements. You could tell they were encouraging him as the gentle cup of his hand around your breast became a rough squeeze.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to look down at him. Chan’s eyes were closed in concentration as he lapped over your breast. You moved a hand down, stroking his hair and scratching his head softly.

Chan moaned at your touch and opened his mouth wider to lap his tongue over more skin as he sucked. Once satisfied, he let go of your nipple with a pop, and with a trail of spit, leaned down to play with your other breast.

His motions were starting to feel almost torturous, and with the way that you could feel your mattress shifting, you could tell that Chan was trying to get friction on his hardened cock.

He eventually trailed his tongue up your body, back to your lips.

“Your mouth feels amazing, babe,” you whispered. Chan beamed above you, pleased by the compliment. “Come on, wanna see you too.”

Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you helped Chan pull it off.

You had seen him topless before, but you had never had the opportunity to marvel at his chiselled body this close. His physique was sculpted, every line and contour of his body meticulously carved. Veins subtly traced across his forearms and his broad shoulders were powerful and commanding, tapered down to his V-shaped torso.

You lifted tentative fingers, taking the selfish time to run your hands over his shoulders and down his abs, leaving trails of goosebumps with your fingertips.

“Babe, fuck, you’re so hot. Especially when you’re on top of me like this,” you purred. The gentle rise and fall of his breath stuttered. You tapped the waistband of his sweatpants. “Can we take this off so I can see your pretty cock, babe?”

At your command, he shifted off you and grabbed your hand to pull you off the bed. He took a couple of steps back and you instinctively slid down onto your knees in front of him.

“Fuck, baby. You look so good on your knees for me,” Chan said, running his hand through your hair.

“Love when you talk like that for me,” you hummed before grabbing onto his waistband.

You pulled his sweatpants and underwear off in one smooth movement. His cock slapped against his abs once free, and fuck.

You had no idea that Chan was so fucking huge.

It was almost intimidating from where you were in your seated position. He was definitely longer and thicker than some of the dildos that he had seen you fuck yourself on before.

Mesmerised, you lifted both hands to get a gentle grip around him – one hand wasn’t going to be enough. You began to shallowly pump his cock as you craned your head up to look at him.

The eye contact made Chan shudder, his hand reflexively going to your hair to tug gently.

“Baby, fuck. You look so good with my big dick in your hands.”

He was the embodiment of power and vulnerability as he stood above you but sensitive to your touch. Feeling bold, you poked your tongue out, circling around the tip of his cock. He tasted salty and sweet.

“Hmm, think you can take all of me in your mouth, baby?” he asked as he covered his hand over yours and lightly slapped your cheek with his cock. You nodded eagerly before an idea sprang to mind.

“Say, Channie… I never showed my face on camera, right?” you began. Chan nodded, not understanding your point. “So that means you don’t know – I have a suppressed gag reflex.”

Chan’s pupils dilated at the thought. You giggled cheekily as you got up off the floor to jump back on the bed. You were laying down on your back with your head hanging off the edge.

From this position, you were upside down, eye-level with Chan’s cock.

“Wanna fuck my mouth? Want my mouth to feel full,” you proposed, even though you were already in position. Chan chuckled hollowly at the site, disbelief that you were his.

“You are a dream, you know,” Chan smiled.

He took a step closer and you opened your mouth wide, your tongue out and waiting. He brought one hand to the side of your face and the other to line his cock up.

“Two taps on my leg if it’s too much,” he piped up. You hummed in response.

Chan pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth and your tongue immediately swirled around, the taste of his precum irrevocably addictive.

Slowly, he pushed inch-by-inch into your mouth. But his pace wasn’t enough, so you reached around the back of his thighs and push him forward.

You realised you probably had been overconfident with how much you take quickly. But soon enough, you were breathing through your nose as your jaw and throat accustomed to his size, leaving you with a blissful ache.

Both of you stayed in that position, with your entire face right against his pelvic bone and his balls resting underneath your nose. Once you were comfortable, you began experimenting with ways to milk as much precum as you could with your tongue and the muscles in your throat.

“Baby. Baby, oh my fucking god. Look at you,” his mind was blown, a deluge of dirty talk on the tip of his tongue. “I could actually cum right here.”

You sent vibrations through Chan’s body as you suppressed a chuckle. You gave him a wave to start moving, and slowly, he slid a few inches out and thrust back in.

He looked at you in wonder. It wasn’t even just the physical aspect of feeling you enclosed around him, it was the mental aspect of knowing that you were all just for him. The immense trust that was necessary for this shared type of pleasure.

Eventually, you both built a rhythm as Chan fucked your throat.

His thrusts became longer as he slid almost all of his length out and pushed back in.

And soon enough, they became rougher too – but that’s just how you liked it.

Whining, you felt saliva pool around your mouth as his cock hit the back of your throat. He lightly gripped over your throat to feel the muscles contract and move along with his thrusts, before leaning forward to grip onto both of your breasts.

“Your mouth feels so tight and warm around my cock. Oh my god,” he moaned, gripping your breasts tight as he used them for leverage to fuck even deeper.

You inhaled deeply and momentarily freed your mouth with a pop.

“Come in my mouth, Channie. Wanna taste you,” you said meekly, voice wrecked.

He nodded and hastily put his cock back in your mouth, which you welcomed. You felt your eyes begin to water as he chased his release and came, cum and spit smeared across your face and dropping onto the floor.

You gladly sucked him dry, bobbing your head as you looked up to see him with eyes closed, floating. You used your hand to help your mouth, pumping him shallowly, as if it was a normal blowjob.

Once he came down from his high, with shaky legs, he dramatically collapsed onto the bed next to you. You laughed as you climbed over to straddle and kiss him.

“Y/Nie. What the fuck? I can’t even think straight,” he laughed in between kisses. You smiled at his reaction, making sure that he could taste himself on your tongue.

You spent a few minutes exploring his mouth again, a needed reprieve for both of you after you deepthroated him. Chan’s cock was still sticky but you didn’t care as you grinded against him, as you were sure you were leaking through your panties anyway. He raised his eyebrow as he felt your clit piercing against his cock, and before you knew it, he sat up and lifted you to place you back against your headboard again.

Realising it was now your turn, you stretched out, ready for him to slide your panties off.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Got it all over your thighs too,” he said, in awe at how your pussy was glistening.

You moaned feebly as you tried to close your legs, embarrassed at the way you were now also leaking onto the sheets below. He was rough with the way he opened your legs, marvelling at your shining clit piercing.

“You shy?” he teased. You nodded, not wanting to make eye contact. “Shy because I’ve already seen your pussy before? Fuck, I wished I was eating you out everytime you showed me your pretty pussy on screen.”

Chan and his dirty, dirty mouth.

It was such a turn-on.

He didn’t leave you room for response and dove in, coating his face with your juices. Knowing the way that you pleasured yourself when you were on screen, he used his tongue to trace around your clit to tease and edge you. Once he could see you getting restless, he ran his tongue over it, tugging on your piercing to build pleasure.

You saw fireworks as your heart rate spiked and your breathing became shallow. You were dumbfounded that Chan instinctively knew the exact pressure and pace to have your toes curling and your back arching. And when the pressure wasn’t enough, Chan knew the exact moment to coat his fingers in your slick and slowly push one finger into your pussy. Your hands needed purchase and you tugged at his hair in delight.

He managed to work 3 fingers into you, brushing against your g-spot with every movement, as he sucked on your clit.

Mind foggy and mouth slack, all you needed was pleasure and release.

“Channie… babe,” you moaned, your voice airy and breathy. “Don’t wanna cum like this. Need you, please, please, please.”

Chan ran the flat of his tongue from the bottom of your pussy, right up to your clit to circle one last time before his lips trailed up, leaving kisses on your hips, breasts and neck.

“Need my cock, baby girl?” he asked, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Need you to fuck me so good. Need you inside me so bad. I-I’m clean.”

Chan nodded astutely.

“Me too.”

He leaned forward to kiss you deeply one more time and shifted comfortably between your legs. You held your knees back, offering yourself, ready to take him.

He covered your hands with his, looked down as he gathered saliva in his mouth and spit on your pussy. Even though you were dripping wet, he wanted to mark you as his and make sure the slide wasn’t too painful.

Leaning forward, with one hand next to your head and the other still covering your hand, helping you prop your leg up, Chan guided his cock towards your entrance. You felt his tip prodding and soon enough, he was slowly, slowly breaching your walls.

“Channie–” your voice was strained and raspy as you tried to regulate your breathing, but your brain was scattered. “–you’re so big. You’re so, so big. Stretching so much for your cock, fuck, it feels good.”

That was the encouragement for Chan to bury his thick cock to the hilt. You whimpered as you realised you had taken his cock all at once.

Both of you paused, as he helped you get your breathing into sync.

A kaleidoscope of sensations flooded your senses.

Pleasure began to pump through your veins like a gentle current, igniting a flicker of excitement and contentment.

“Pussy is so tight, baby. Biggest cock you’ve ever had, right?”

“B-biggest cock I’ve had in my pussy. Filling me up so good. Need you to move, babe. Need you to fuck me hard,” you blabbered.

In your foggy state, you noticed a pattern: Chan’s pace was always agonisingly slow to begin with as you became accustomed to his mouth or cock. For good reason though because his tongue was magic and his cock was so big. But with your heated and obscene words of encouragement, he then was using all of his strength to fuck you at a fast speed.

The slap of skin on skin was satisfying, the sound of your juices together was palpable, the sweat dripping off your bodies was searing.

Every fibre of your being seemed attuned to the intense sensations and Chan’s body. It was as though your entire body was an electric conduit, transmitting waves of pleasurable energy, causing an exquisite shiver to dance along both of your skins.

The rhythm that the two of you had built was making waves, leading you both to a blissful release.

He kept hitting your g-spot, over and over again. Until–

“Channie, I-I’m gonna…”

“It’s okay, baby. Cum for me. I’ve got you.”

Chan brought a hand down to where the two of you were connected. You keened from his light caresses, as he rubbed his finger back and forth over your clit piercing, helping you to cum.

You slammed your hands down onto his shoulders as your body gave out.

Dopamine flooded through your brain as you fell into an altered state of consciousness. Your soul was on a whole other level of connection with Chan as pleasure consumed your body.

It was all-consuming, euphoric.

An uninhibited release of self-consciousness, of control.

Everything and nothing all at the same time.

It was the highest of highs that you had ever experienced, from what you could even recall.

Chan’s thrusts became stilted as he came deep inside you, fucking you through both of your orgasms into a whole new state of sensitivity. The built-up sexual tension from Amethyst & Arpeggio and Y/N & Chan, finally ending in this.

He leaned down to litter kisses on your face and whisper sweet words in your ear as you breathed deeply.

“So good, baby. You’re okay, you’re okay.”

He brushed your hair off your forehead, eyes boring deep into yours as his thrusts slowed down to a stop. Once you had your senses, you smiled brightly, eyes crinkling.

“That was amazing, Chan. You are amazing. So, so beautiful.”

You leant up to kiss him as he slipped out of you. He revelled in the moment, kissing you back deeply.

Your hands roamed all over his body and his cum started to spill out of you. Noticing he was still rock hard, in a split decision, you pushed him till he was on his back and climbed on top of him, hands on either side of his head.

His eyes went wide at the view.

“Love you getting in control like. You look so good from here,” he lifted a hand up to grope your breast. “Your tits look incredible.”

You grinned, leaning forward to smother his face with your chest. Chan was quick to catch on, playfully biting on your nipples. He sucked on one of your piercings, your skin simmering with post-orgasm glow.

Reaching a hand behind you, you pumped his cock a few times.

“You wanna…?”

He nodded and helped you line his cock up with your entrance.

With hands on both of his shoulders, you controlled the pace, this time, starting off fast and shallow and then switching over to slow and deep penetration, taking all of his thick cock at once. To get deeper, you grinded back and forth, rubbing your clit on his pelvis.

Chan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, your confidence level boosting.

“I always did say I liked seeing how your ass jiggled for me when you were riding.” He slapped your ass, encouraging you to ride him faster. You laughed, leaning down to kiss him.

It was a different kind of heat to being in missionary, a different kind of intimacy. The powerful intensity of being together for the first time had slowed to a gentle hum and you could be playful in bed.

Eventually, his hands drifted down to your hips and he began to use them for leverage. As your lifted your body up to slam it back down, he was thrusting up to meet you halfway. Both of you were getting the friction that you needed.

“Channie… I’m close again.”

“Me too, sweetheart, me too.”

You leaned forward, your foreheads against his, breathing in the same air till you were both teetering off the same edge.

With one last thrust, he was cumming deep inside you, your walls pulsing as they milked him dry.

Your body spasmed and you slipped off his cock, cum seeping out as you sat hovered above him. Understanding what was happening, Chan sat up and helped rub your clit back and forth, twisting your piercing.

Your body was so sensitive after your first orgasm, and with the pressure of Chan’s fingers, you were squirting, all over his abdomen and all over your bed.

The release of tension made your back arch, your toes curl and your hands clench. It pulsed as it left your body. It was the best relief.

You collapsed on the bed next to him, your breathing erratic, and trails of Chan’s cum and your juices down your legs.

You and Chan sat in stunned silence with a sense of profoundness and reflection.

Tranquillity began to settle in the aftermath, as you basked in the serene stillness.

Your mind gradually processed the magnitude of what transpired, allowing your heart to soak in the lingering reverberations of affection.

Chan was the first to break the silence.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” he said matter-of-fact, voice getting back to normal.

You closed your eyes next to him, laughing unabashedly. Your throat panged from its use and with how good you felt.

You sat up and leaned forward, licking a stripe through the liquid pooled on his abs in one swoop. Chan placed a hand in your hair and you leaned forward to kiss him, tasting both of you on your tongue.

“You’re gonna get me hard again, baby. And I don’t think I have the energy when I’ve already cum 3 times.”

You giggled mischievously.

“I know, I know. Me too. But I couldn’t help it. You taste so good.”

Chan pecked you on the lips.

“Cheeky, baby.”

The electricity was soon dissipating, both of you lying in a mess, but neither bothered to move yet.

This time it was your turn to break the silence.

“So…” you started.

“So, indeed,” Chan chuckled. “So… maybe, we should go wash up together. Then I’ll order in dinner. Then we’ll talk this over properly.”

“And then?” you asked, to see where it left the two of you.

“Then, you come sleep in my bed since we made a mess in yours. And then tomorrow night, you let me take you on a date.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

A mixture of excitement, joy, and nervousness bubbled through your brain.

You found yourself unable to contain a delighted smile that spread across your face.

Standing in the kitchen, now in the early hours of Saturday, little did you know that your night had the stage set for a wild collision of identities and unknowing tangled secrets. The universe had truly thrown you a twisted curveball. But like you said to Jisung, hours ago – you had faith that it would all be fine.

Both now clean – after much distraction in the shower – you were making berry cocktails to celebrate, while Chan sat on the couch with the next episode of Never Mind ready to go, eyes glued to his phone waiting for the food delivery driver to get close enough to collect it from downstairs.

“Ah, they’re just downstairs. Be back, babe!” Chan quickly stood up to head to the door, but paused in his steps and turned around to run back into the kitchen to give you a peck on the lips. You giggled, slapping him on the ass.

“You silly. You’re just getting food, not saying goodbye.”

“But still!” he called out, his voice trailing out into the hallway.

God, he was just so endearing.

Taking your drinks over to the couch, you spotted your phone lighting up on the coffee table. And in classic Han Jisung style, you were met with a myriad of missed calls and texts from your best friend.

me [02:04am] uhhh hi?

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [02:04am] Y/N??? oh my god??? don’t just ‘hi’ me after ghosting me!!!!!! but also hi where tf u been? it’s been hours? i legit called chan hyung too bc i was getting worried me and moonboot minho were about to haul ass to your place how was tonight? you make enough bank so u can take me to pipi tomorrow? lmao

me [02:06am] so about that lol long fucking story let’s go for lunch tomorrow bc i’ll be busy at home in the morning but i gotta be home at a reasonable time because i have a date tmr night

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [02:06am] DATE what do u mean a date ???????

me [02:07am] ah fuck, sorry honey chan’s walking back in with dinner will talk to you later xxxxxx love you, have a good night xxxxxx

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [02:07am] Y/N???? Y/N???????? can’t believe you’re ghosting me again way to leave me on a cliffhanger can’t believe you’re leaving me for food and chan hyung what happened to bros before hoes not that chan hyung’s a hoe lmao but he’s stealing you from me so i want americanos and those fancy cheesecakes with gold leaf on them tomorrow you owe me big time love you! xoxo

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