To The Stars Hyunjin

To the stars — Hyunjin

pairing; hwang hyunjin x female reader, (mentions of other members)

genre; titanic!au, romance, fluff, angst, tragedy

summary; the most famous and youngest violinist of her time and a young artist of the lower class on board of the Ship of Dreams? Pathetic, yes, and yet opposites seem to attract.

warnings; mature content, mature language, cursing, tw!death, drinking alcohol (only a little bit), a little bit of smut, smoking (might add more warnings later)

word count; 3,4k

taglist; @hyunskizz, @daiyoon

authors note; I'm not a fan of tragic endings, so be prepared for a happy ending?

Parts; Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 soon

!minors do not interact!

"A CONCERT IN NEW YORK?!" It all started with that. I never dreamed of getting this far in my life. I had never been the best student, nor the well-behaved daughter of the house who took private lessons in literature and history seriously. I had always been a little different from the other kids my age that had the same social status as me. And now I was England's most famous violinist.

"I can not believe it!" When the news reached me that I would play at the Metropolitan Opera in New York, it seemed I was at the peak of my career as a violinist. Luck seemed to be on my side.

"And the best thing, my dear, the costs of our trip are fully covered. We don't need to pay a penny." My mother, standing behind me and combing my hair, smiled at me through the mirror. Our trip. The corners of my mouth twitched before I smiled softly. "I can't wait to get on board, mother." Although I would have preferred to travel alone with my friends. "I never imagined such a ship in my wildest dreams. It must be breathtaking." I continued, leaning back in my chair a bit. "That's it dear. And in a few hours, we'll be able to see it by ourselves." My mother put my comb aside and finally asked me, "I hope you've packed everything? Felix and the others will surely be here soon. You should have everything ready by then." I nodded at her question. All I had to do was peel off the robe I was wearing and slip into one of the dresses my mom ordered from a special designer for me for today. And I definitely hated it. I hated everything about that dress because it didn't reflect who I was at all. But what didn't I do to be the good, loving daughter. "Darling?" My mother seemed to sense my absence, even though I knew that she didn't care about me until I finally had success in life. I blinked and looked up at her, "I'll get changed now and take care of the final details. I'll come to the driveway once I'm done." It was exactly the answer my mother wanted to hear. She smiled contentedly, "I'll have your suitcases loaded, then we can leave immediately."

When she finally left my room, I was able to get a moment for myself. I enjoyed the moment just sitting there and letting my gaze wander. I probably wouldn't see these four walls, my home, for a while. Would I miss it? I guess not. It was just a prison for me anyway. My eyes finally settled on today's flyer, which featured a huge cruise ship. Underneath it was written in capital letters:

The ship of dreams - the Titanic sails today!

"The ship of dreams, huh?" My fingertips traced the outline of the image before picking up the flyer. My gaze slid over the contours of the ship. That such a giant could stay afloat at all was almost a miracle. It was not for nothing that the creators of the Titanic boasted that ship was unsinkable. I finally put the flyer back on my desk and made sure to be in the driveway on time. I knew that my mother wasn't a friend of being late.

And yet I was. Exactly two minutes late. I gave my mother an apologetic smile, knowing it wouldn't save me, before glancing at the motorcade pulling up and parked in our driveway. I paused for a moment before two young men got out of the front car. Lee Felix and Han Jisung. My best friends and those who would also join me on my trip to New York.

Not minding etiquette, I rushed down the stairs to greet my friends. "Finally you two are here!" I hugged both of them happily. Felix laughed: "Hey, I can't breathe!" He gasped while Jisung just giggled. Reluctantly I let go of the two. "You can't believe how happy I am that you're here." I explained and lifted visibly my eyebrows, which meant that they should just save me from my mother. Jisung suppressed a smirk while Felix replied, "Don't worry, we'll get your mind off things." A smile tugged at his lips as he looked behind me and greeted my mother as she joined us. "Good morning gentlemen. It's nice that you've finally arrived." I wanted to give my mother a wry look, but that would only mean more trouble. "Mrs. l/n (your last name), we're glad to see you too." Jisung mirrored my mother's smile as he addressed her. She nodded with a friendly expression on her face before continuing, "It's a wonderful day to embark on such a great journey, I hope you're all set." "Of course ma'am." Felix replied with his typical happy smile, which is why I always called him sunshine. I grimaced and jumped into the conversation, "All right, now that everything is settled, let's be on our way as soon as the house servants have loaded the last suitcases." I looked around. Thank god my mother agreed, "I'll go and see if we have everything. Take care of your friends darling, maybe they want some tea?" I wanted to make a face, but I nodded instead. "I'll take care of them, mother." I kept smiling until she was finally out of my hearing range. I sighed loudly and turned back to my friends.

"So?" I asked, looking questioningly at Felix and Jisung. "I heard we make the Titanic unsafe?", "Oh yes!" Ji crossed his arms and grinned. "But first we have to get you out of that horrible dress. That's straight from the last century." He eyed me. "Thank my mother. If I had it my way, I wouldn't wear that either.", "Don't worry, I've got enough fabric in my luggage to design you a new dress in no time." The light that started to pop in Jisung's eyes told me he couldn't wait to get me into one of his self-designed dresses. Because as an up-and-coming fashion designer he was always looking for new ideas and challenges: "It's good that I don't have any knowledge about that." Felix said and leaned against his car, a brand new model that was all the rage in Europe. "But my mother would have preferred that I would marry you." I chuckled and looked at him. Felix cocked his head and spoke amusedly, "That wouldn't work between us anyway Y/n. We're already so palsy-walsy." I giggled at his words, "I guess you're right." Felix and I have known each other since we both could. walk. He came from an even wealthier family than I did, and had always been an excellent student, hardworking and well-behaved. He could have had any girl, but he had never been with anyone. He also got the chance to study engineering in New York. The reason why he accompanied me on my trip. "Nice car you have there." I finally said. Felix raised his eyebrows, "Uh yeah, it just got delivered a few days ago. Drives great." The young man replied, whereupon I said, "Then I have no choice but to go with you. I won't miss an opportunity like that." I smiled crookedly, earning a surprised look from Felix, "Your mother wouldn't like that." No, she absolutely wouldn't, and I didn't care. Without any hesitation, I opened the door of the car and placed myself in, "I consider this as my dowry." I joked looking out at my two friends who were staring at me, "I love when you guys look so stunned." I grinned before adding, "What? Are you jumping in? Otherwise, the ship will leave without us."

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The music was loud, and the smoke from cigarettes and the smell of beer and whiskey mingled in the pub. It was only 11 o'clock and almost everyone here was already star-struck. "So what else do we have?" Hyunjin leaned a little over to one of his friends who was sitting with him at the round skat table. "Hm, let's see." The young man with light brown hair spoke and rummaged in his pocket. He pulled out a few pennies and a pocket knife. "Shit, guys, that's nothing. Besides, that's the knife of Minho's grandfather." Another young man standing behind them leaned over them. "I know Jeongin." Hyunjin sighed before looking at Minho, who was staring at the pocket knife, lost in thought, "Buddy, you don't have to-", "It's alright." Minho interrupted the young man next to him before placing the knife and the few pennies in the middle of the table, where all the money, some valuables, and three tickets to New York lay. A trip on the dream ship, a trip into a new life. "This time, we'll get everything." Minho smiled confidently. They couldn't lose. Otherwise they would lose everything except what they are wearing. Even if it wasn't much that the three young men owned. Because when you came from the working class, there wasn't anything worth living for. A journey into another, probably better life came as called for. "So," Hyunjin's gaze slid to the men sitting across from him and his friend, "Let's play."

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"It's unbelievable how jammed everything here is." I spoke and stuck my head out the window as we drove down the harbor. So many cars and people gathered in one place. It was difficult to even find a way through the crowds. "We're probably not the only ones." Jisung spoke ironically. "The Titanic seats about 2,400 people on board. No wonder it's so crowded today." Explained Felix, who was driving the car. It would probably have been quicker to walk. He honked his horn and waved a few people aside. "Wow, that's a lot." I answered before we turned around a corner as a huge ship came into our view. The Titanic. I held my breath and took in the sight. I had never seen such a giant in my life. It was overwhelming. Jisung now lowered the window pane to his side too to get a better view of the ship. "Have you seen anything like this before?" he asked while admiring the massive structure of grandiose engineering. "No" Felix and I replied at the same time, cause we were both completely captivated by this view. If there truly was an unsinkable ship, it could only be the Titanic. Felix's car slowly came to a standstill before he broke away from the sight of the ship and turned to us. "All right, I'm going to sign us in. Stay by the car, okay?" He looked at Jisung and me in the back seat. We nodded almost synchronously.

So Felix left us alone while Jisung and I got out to get a better view of the ship that was right in front of us. "Amazing. Sailing with this to New York will be fantastic." I could barely hide the excitement in my voice. And Jisung sounded pretty excited too. "It truly is the ship of dreams. I can't wait to get on board." I agreed before I heard my mother's voice. I turned around and saw her just getting out of the car that was parked right behind us. She gave me a displeased look but didn't say anything. Surely I'd get a lecture for not riding with her once we got on board. "The servants bring everything into the ship." She explained and looked at me. "We're already signed up, I've taken care of everything, so let's get on board dear." I blinked and looked questioningly at Jisung, who just nodded, "Go ahead, I'll wait here for Felix." he smiled. Although I would have loved to board the Titanic with my friends, I had no choice but to follow my mother. We walked over the bridge that connected the mainland with the ship, where we were greeted warmly by the crew. But I hardly had eyes for that. Instead, my gaze wandered over the pompous interior of the ship, the high walls and the elaborate decorations on the railings and stairs. But a voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Welcome on board of the Titanic Miss." In front of me stood a young, handsome man with raven-black hair, in a uniform. I wasn't very familiar with the ranks of a ship's crew, but from the looks of the other person in front of me, he seemed important. And I shouldn't be wrong. "I am pleased to welcome you on board. My name is Captain Bang. I will take you safely to New York." His accent immediately told me that he wasn't British, but Australian. Also, his smile was quite contagious.

I blinked and finally replied, "The pleasure is all mine." Does he want to greet all first-class guests in person? It looked like that. I returned the captain's smile before he asked me, "Are you traveling alone miss?" I was taken aback by his question, "No I..." I paused and started to look around. Only now did I realize that I had lost sight of my mother in all the hustle and bustle. I gasped and looked back at my interlocutor, "No, I'm traveling with my mother." I explained to him, whereupon the captain looked around, "It's easy to lose each other in crowds like this. What's your name, Miss? I can call a retinue for you who's going to get you to your room and let your mother know that you were safely accompanied." He was very accommodating. I nodded in agreement, "That would be wonderful." I replied and gave him my name, whereupon the captain paused and just regarded me for a moment before answering, "Wait here Miss l/n, I'll take care of it." A smile appeared on his lips again before the young man turned on his heel to look for a crew member who would attend to my business. So I lagged behind a bit awkwardly, which is why I turned my attention back to what was happening around me.

Lost in thought, I looked at the many people around me. There were probably many more in the lower classes, but even here, where the rich and beautiful met, it seemed overcrowded to me. Every single one of them could afford the trip without any problems. At that moment, I wondered how those who couldn't fare. "Y/n!" Felix's voice got through to me. I looked over my shoulder before my two friends caught up with me. "Have you finally made it?" A mischievous grin spread across my lips. Felix ran a hand through his hair, a little out of breath "Yes, just about that. The ship will be leaving soon. They are about to load the last wagons." he said. I was about to say something when a young man joined us. He was obviously one of the ship's crew, "Miss l/n?" he looked at me questioningly. I blinked and replied, questioning almost as much as he did, "Yes?" "You want me to show you to your room." he explained to me briefly. I had already forgotten that, "Oh, yes right." I looked back at Felix and Jisung. "Then we'll see each other later, yes?", "Of course Miss L/n." Felix cocked his head teasingly while he wore his bright smile. I playfully rolled my eyes and couldn't help but smile. Finally, I followed the young crew member deeper into the ship. Into a whole new world.

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Glasses flew around, and the smell of beer spread while Hyunjin and Minho were still sitting at the skat table. Behind them stood Jeongin, who looked worriedly at his friends' cards. Things were looking bad for the three young men. If they were going to win this game, more or less a miracle would have to happen. Minho's right leg bounced nervously up and down as he scowled at his cards. Things weren't looking too good for Hyunjin either. He was missing a certain card to turn the tide. He bit his bottom lip nervously before hearing Minho sigh angrily, "Damn, I'm out." He leaned back and crossed his arms. It was probably Hyunjin's fault now. His eyes swept fleetingly over his opponent. He was tall, handsome and definitely a good skat player.

"So, last round?" he raised his eyebrows. Hyunjin nodded slightly and looked at the deck from which he would draw his next card. Everything would stand or fall at that moment. He dropped the first card to his opponent and then drew one for himself from the deck. Minho cautiously squinted at his buddy while Hyunjin stared at his deck. "So?" his opponent asked, while the rubble of the masses around them almost drowned him out. Jeongin leaned over Hyunjin's shoulder full of tension, who was sitting in his chair as if stuck and had to realize for a moment what had happened right now. Minho frowned and craned his neck to get a better look at the cards as well. But what he saw at that moment made him fall from the clouds, "Damn, shit" he breathed, while Jeongin, almost at the same time, started to cheer, "Holy Mother of God!" Hyunjin blinked and looked at his opponent before a wide grin appeared on his face, "Well, I guess we won!" He revealed his cards. A slippery winning hand. Nobody would come up against that. Their victory was certain. They would go to New York. Defeated, his opponent sat back while the three young men cheered their victory. "Thank you for this extremely entertaining game gentlemen." Jeongin took the valuables and the tickets while Hyunjin and Minho hugged each other with joy. Luck had been on their side for once, but they shouldn't celebrate too soon. "Hey!" The three friends were interrupted in their burst of joy by one of the men who had also been playing for the tickets. "If you still want to go on board, you better hurry. The ship leaves in five minutes." For a moment it seemed like Hyunjin had misheard his words. "What?" Jeongin stared at the man, who replied, "Yes, in five minutes. The Titanic will leave the harbor at twelve." "Fuck." Minho gasped and looked at Hyunjin, who was also looking at his friend, "Go ahead and grab everything you fucking have and get the fuck out of here!" He gasped. Jeongin hurriedly put in his pocket the remaining money on the table and then followed Minho and Hyunjin who had already run ahead. Although the pub was right at the harbor, it was difficult to move through the crowds as quickly as possible. Everyone had come to admire the Titanic, say goodbye to relatives, or go on board themselves. "Where the hell are we going?!" Minho, who was right behind Hyunjin, gasped and tried to keep up with the young man. Hyunjin, meanwhile, made his way through the crowd, trying to get an overview while the crew members already started to catch the bridges, the entrances to the ship. Hyunjin's eyes scanned the area feverishly until he finally spotted a bridge that hadn't been caught yet. "There ahead!" he shouted and was just able to avoid an older man before nearly running him over. They had to reach the bridge at any cost. Hyunjin felt his lungs threatening to collapse, but he couldn't stop now. He couldn't miss this chance.

Not this time.

The three young men rushed onto the bridge and hastily waved to the crew members who were about to pull the bridge in. “HEY!” Hyunjin roared at the top of his lungs to get the men's attention, which worked. Startled, they looked up and waved the three friends over. "You couldn't come any later, huh?" One of the men asked them as Hyunjin showed him the tickets Jeongin had given him. "Sor....ry sir." The young man gasped for air while his counterpart checked the tickets. So the three friends could catch their breath for a moment. Finally, the man in uniform looked up and handed him back the tickets, "Welcome aboard the Titanic gentlemen."

They made it.

Hyunjin took the tickets and boarded with his friends. "Damn, we did it." Said Minho with a big, very happy smile on his face. "We really made it." Hyunjin smirked while Jeongin still couldn't believe it.

Now a new beginning, a start into a new life, was within reach.

"Come on, let's go on deck and watch the ship leaving the harbor." Satisfied, Hyunjin wrapped his arms around his friends.

They would see their home from afar for one last time, before there was no way back.

DAECHWITA: Chapter 5

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“Are you seriously unaware of the niche community of people who have a thing for bulging veins?” you looked at him with suspicious eyes, “On a side note, one papercut, and you’re done for.” “Are you a member of the said community by any chance?” “Hell yeah?” you yelled as if that was common knowledge to possess, “It’s actually mindblowing you don’t get inappropriate advances on the daily with a body like that.” “Like what? “You know, Olympian god-tier. Strength for days,” you dipped your fork into the last bite, “You look like somebody sculpted you during the Renaissance in case you didn’t notice.”

Chapter 5: Under Your Skin

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Empty.

You noticed it when you realized there was an unusual amount of natural light in your corridor one day. The door to the catharsis room was slid open. You carefully approached and listened in, afraid of witnessing something you shouldn’t have again. When you peeked inside, you saw the room was empty. Hyunjin had moved out. Come to think of it, moving out would be an erroneous description because he was using this room in lieu of a summer villa anyway.

You were also informed that you weren’t going to be instructing him anymore. Nobody gave you an explanation as to why; just the fact that it might have been getting in the way of your own studies.

Way to be passive-aggressive.

But it worked to your benefit, so who the fuck cared? The prospect of being away from him made you breathe easy a little for some reason. It was fascinating to think that the emptiness of this room would make you feel all kinds of gloomy a couple of months ago.

Your second year came knocking on the door sooner than you expected, and you had a new set of robes reaching your knees now. Something that nobody else had. A black one with burgundy print on it for the first interdisciplinary student this institution had ever seen. You had spent the entire summer devising a program of study for yourself and taking extra classes to be done with this hell by the end of the year. Not because you were oh so invested in your academic career or future—it was just going to drive you insane if you didn’t keep your mind heavily occupied. Core curriculum, electives, extracurriculars, your complementary education courtesy of your agreement with the queen, and the occasional personal training you received from her for whatever reason. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying your company, but you were suspecting she may have been satisfying a longing for something else by spending time with you. You. A nobody. Yet the fondness on her face that appeared once every blue moon was too obvious to ignore. It made you wonder whether having a mother resembled this at all.

Nevertheless, you were feeling lonelier than ever. You were among so many different people because of the ridiculous amount of classes you were taking, but you didn’t even bother to make friends anymore—they were probably going to disappear from your life unexpectedly at some point anyway, so why bother? Why bother getting close to someone just to have them snatched away from you later on?

You actually had a remedy for this feeling. If you were outside, you could have gone to the cycling trail by the sea for a bike ride. That always helped you feel lighter. Just feeling the cool breeze caress your face and filling your lungs with the smell of iodine to disinfect whatever was growing in your chest. But that wasn’t within the realm of possible for you now. Inside personnel stayed inside.

You weren’t even sure what your title was anymore. Were you a student here? A guest? An employee? An aide? A pawn in some sick game you weren’t even aware of?

You were still thinking about Chris every minute of every day. You were missing him so much that you were racking your brains out to come up with an excuse just to walk into that dojo again. Or just to get a look from afar.

Afar. Just once. To convince yourself that you didn’t dream it. That he wasn’t a figment of your imagination. That he actually existed.

Afar.

You were on your way back to your room that Thursday when something finally snapped inside you. The practice sessions were always held on Thursdays, and there was still half an hour left before it ended. You crossed the interior courtyard and made a left instead of a right in that open corridor to make your way to the dojo with firm steps.

You felt your heart thumping in your ears when you stood in front of that door. There were loud exclamations and high-pitched metal sounds coming from inside. Everybody must have been way too into it as usual. You started praying to all the deities that you knew not to get noticed and slid the door open the tiniest measure while taking a deep breath, just enough for one of your eyes to observe.

You quickly scanned the gigantic hall with your eyes. The uniform attire of the clan was making this an impossible game of ‘Where’s Chris?’ to be solved on borrowed time, but you weren’t going to yield until you laid your eyes on him. You could feel your heartbeat increasing by three beats per minute with every passing second.

Come on. Where are you?

You were so engrossed in trying to find him among all the swordsmen that it didn’t occur to you what he was usually doing in those sessions. You darted your eyes to the clan master observing the sword patterns meticulously to tear people to shreds if they got it wrong.

Your heart skipped several beats when you noticed the man right next to him.

Posture upright, standing tall, hands clasped behind his back with arms forming a sharp forty-five-degree angle, eyes ablaze like a pair of flamethrowers ready to burn the whole goddamn place to ashes on cue.

You gasped.

His gaze immediately turned to the direction of the door and you watched his features soften when you made eye contact for the briefest second.

SHIT!

You urgently closed the door and started walking away as quickly as possible, your heart still beating so fast that you feared an actual heart attack coming on. The tightening in your chest doubled when you heard a door being opened in the distance and footsteps quickly approaching behind you.

“Wait!!!”

You felt a firm grip on your arm and finally stopped, breathing all kinds of erratic like you just ran a marathon.

“Your grace,” you averted your eyes to the floor and bowed to him.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Chris lowered his face trying to look you in the eye, “What’s up with the formality? Whatever happened to bathroom dude?”

You wanted to say so many things to him. God, you just wanted to be able to bury your nose in the crook of his neck to remember what his scent was like. You wanted to touch his face. You wanted to hug him so tight and never let him go.

You couldn’t.

“What’s wrong?”

He held your chin to force you to face him. Once he managed to lock his gaze with yours, it was plain impossible to look away. You felt your existence melt in those big brown eyes, anchored in your place for good.

“I c– I can’t tell you.”

“Hey.”

“Chris, please,” you whispered, trying so hard to hold back the wall of tears blurring your vision.

“It’s me,” he emphasized like it was a crucial piece of information you had to remember, “Tell me. Please.”

He was begging you with his soul, shattering yours with the desperation in his voice in the meantime. Hell, he was most probably thinking it was you who didn’t want to stay with him. That was not true; how could it ever be true? If you could, you would spend days in his bed, just listening to him tell you stories, talking about books, where the whole drumming thing came from. All with the comfort of knowing you could kiss him anytime you wanted. You could love him anytime he wanted. Just surrender to him completely because he was the safest thing to surrender to. He was your haven that you didn’t know existed.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I’m…” you tried to stabilize your breathing, “I’m not allowed to see you anymore.”

His face changed drastically at what you just disclosed to him, “Are you now?”

“Please don’t tell anybody I told you this. You’re not supposed to know. Please.”

Chris' expression was really hard to read. It looked like he was extremely relieved like he just learned he didn’t have a terminal disease anymore, but it was also partially cloudy with stains of spite. You had an inkling as to who that was addressed to.

“A lot of people are not allowed to do so many things on these grounds, but that doesn’t mean they don’t do it anyway.”

‘Well, don’t I know it?’ you thought to yourself with an uneasy feeling.

“Look at me,” Chris held your face in that empty corridor, currently painted orange with the sun setting in the distance, “Please don’t avert your eyes from me.”

It hurt so much. Looking into his doe eyes made you wanna uncontrollably sob. You were clenching your teeth so hard to suppress your tears that your jaw began to hurt.

“I miss you so much, baby.”

Why? Why did he have to say that? Why did he have to fucking say that and punctuate it with that goddamn address? You heard the floodgates loudly crack and finally let your tears fall.

When Chris pressed his lips onto yours, you felt your existence resurrect, basking in the solace of his warmth again. As he wiped your tears with his thumbs, you could see his cheeks were flushed, maybe slightly more than yours.

“Do you uh– Do you wanna just… Spend some time with me? Outside? Just… you and me.”

Your heart was squeezed to death at how much excitement and happiness that filled you with, yet you were so dumbfounded at the unexpected question that Chris took your silence in a way that he absolutely shouldn’t have.

“I mean, unless…”

“Oh, no, no, no, no, it’s not that! I’m just–” you corrected his misconstruction in panic and followed it with the disheartening facts, “Not only am I not allowed to see you, but it’s also… I’m not allowed to go outside.”

He was free to get out of the grounds as long as he hid himself since his adult ceremony had passed, but you didn’t have that luxury. Inside personnel stayed inside. Chris looked into your eyes and whispered with a dead serious tone.

“That’s why we’re gonna sneak around like a bunch of criminals,” he broke into a mischievous smile. When you involuntarily snorted, his dimples grew deeper.

“Tonight at midnight. Take the back stairs to the basement of your building. There’s an underground passageway behind the boiler that leads right outside the main exit. I’ll wait for you there.”

“You seem a bit too knowledgable about sneaking around,” you quipped while raising a brow.

“You learn to draw your own Marauder’s Map trying to survive in this prison camp,” he kissed your hands and pointed at you while walking back with a big smile, “At midnight! Don’t be late.”

You threw on the blackest outfits you could possibly find to blend in with the backdrop of the night, grabbed a candlestick and a box of matches from your drawer, and made your way down to the basement. It felt super eerie like you were about to get jumpscared to death considering the time, but when the light at the end of the tunnel was Chris, it was totally worth it.

With the minimal amount of moonlight illuminating the space that reeked of damp, you found several long pieces of timber placed vertically behind the boiler, which blocked a rusty door that looked like it hadn’t been touched in a hot minute. You hid your hand under your sleeve as a precaution and pushed the handle down with all your might until the door creaked open. You were pretty sure none of the fair ladies judging the crap out of you would be able to open this door by themselves, and it made you snort to yourself. Taking out the candle and matches from the front pocket of your sweatshirt, you made a little guiding light for yourself and followed the trail until you found the exit. When you opened that door that would lead you to your borrowed freedom, you blew out the candle and walked towards the familiar black car parked outside with quick steps. The night sky turned blindingly bright when Chris smiled at you.

“So? Where are we going?”

“The weather’s a bit chilly, but I figured we could ride bikes by the sea tonight.”

You couldn’t help the jumpscare that followed you all the way from the basement and flinched in your place.

“How did– how did you–?”

“Remember the night on the rooftop?” Chris briefly turned to you before making a left turn, “You talked about bikes for like ten minutes straight. When people can’t shut up about something, it’s usually a sign they are very normal about it.”

The rooftop. The night of getting to know each other by not getting to know each other. You didn’t even realize how personal you were being while trying to keep your distance from him. Your heart felt so warm that you weren’t able to feel the night chill anymore.

The semi-robotic voice of the navigation informed you that you had reached your destination. Both of you covered in black from head to toe, hidden behind masks and actually looking like a bunch of criminals, you headed towards the stack of bikes and rented two from another impersonal artificial intelligence.

“I’ll race you to the marina,” Chris jumped on his bike and took off at full speed.

“HEY, THAT’S CHEATING!!!”

You and Chris went at it like you were getting ready for the next UCI championships with a lot of yelling and cursing accompanying the fervent turns of the tires. The chilly wind was blowing in your faces so strongly that if it weren’t for the masks you had on, a case of Bell’s palsy would be inevitable.

“Move out of the way! Incoming battle of pride!”

You squeezed the brakes right under the mermaid statue at the square, which was one of the locations you could drop your bikes off.

“HA! SUCK ON THAT!”

“I’d love to, but you’re delusional. I got here first.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

The Marina Square was always crowded with people no matter the time of day or year. Just people chilling on the benches watching the sea and the gently floating yachts, performers scattered along the walkway every few meters, loud cackles of young voices chatting on their portable chairs on the lawns, street vendors selling food and drinks.

“NO SHIT! IS THAT A SAMULNORI PERFORMANCE?”

Chris grabbed you by the wrist to punctuate the argument over who won the race and dragged you towards the sound of lively percussion rising from afar. Two men and two women were on the floor, banging on their instruments with so much energy that it made the crowd encircling them go feral. Claps and nods to the rhythm of the piece being played, high-pitched whistles and loud cheers fueling the performers, just a bubble of normal people who didn’t know each other having the most abnormally fun time together.

“Look at them go!” Chris yelled out, clearly way too excited by what he was witnessing.

“It’s a normal people thing to vibe with the rhythm, your grace. You wouldn’t understand,” you retorted, “Not everybody sits their ass down and politely claps at a performance, you know?”

“Haha, very funny.”

You watched these four people for quite some time and left a generous tip before leaving for the amount of unsolicited joy they provided you. Then you and Chris began your stroll on the walkway, still way too energized from the performance earlier.

“I remember these!” Chris pointed at a man behind a cotton candy machine, “When I was a kid there was only pink. Look at all those colors they have now.”

“Is it any good?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… Does it taste good? I’ve never had it before.”

His eyes widened twice their size, and although you weren’t able to see it behind his mask, you just knew his jaw dropped at what you just said.

“Are you fucking serious?!”

“What? They didn’t sell these around my school, and I didn’t leave home much.”

Without even saying anything, Chris ran to the salesman and asked for two cotton candies. Pink. The original was where it was at after all.

“I’m not promising it will be life-changing, but you have to experience this.”

You bit into what looked like edible wool on a stick and immediately burst into laughter. It felt like eating a piece of a laughing cloud. The texture tickled your palate and it was sticking to your teeth if you didn’t let it melt on your tongue first. It was sweet, but not to the point of giving you a headache. It tasted like the first time you kissed Chris.

Life-changing.

After walking around for half an hour or so, you got on your bikes again and made your way back to the car at a humane speed this time, just enjoying the scenery and each other’s company. Despite the glory of the one night you had shared with Chris on his birthday, tonight was still the best night of your life by far.

You just didn’t know how much better it was going to get.

“Man, what a night!” you exclaimed in your seat before getting off the car, “Thank you for breaking me out tonight. I really really appreciate this.”

“Thank you for hanging out with me,” he smiled and killed the engine so that you could go back without any lights around.

You still couldn’t believe that after what seemed like forever you not only got to see Chris, but actually spent time with him as if you had never stopped seeing each other at one point. The outline of his side profile was glowing under the moonlight, depicting the most beautiful linework you had ever seen in your life. The more you were hesitating to leave, the more Chris was anticipating something he knew he shouldn’t have, but he couldn’t help it. Your face was flushed through and through, your throat was drier than crunchy autumn leaves, and your heart was on the verge of combusting again.

When you least expected it, he threw his arm on your shoulder and pulled you in for a kiss. The most comforting yet the most arousing thing in the world. The texture of his lips still felt like ripe peaches, so full and juicy, generating an instant desire to bite into them, but he tasted like cotton candy this time. Or cotton candies had always tasted like his kisses and you just weren’t aware of it.

“You wanna do it again tomorrow?”

Tomorrow. The day after. The day after the day after. Every day. Forever. For as long as you could. Yes. Yes to everything.

From that night on, you kept sneaking out with Chris to do… normal stuff. Stuff that you weren’t even aware was normal. Like eating cotton candy. Watching street performances. Having late-night snacks by the sea and stealing each other’s fries. Holding hands. Heavy makeout sessions in his car until you fogged all his windows.

And with each passing day, you were falling deeper in love with him. You didn’t even know a human heart was capable of harboring this much love for someone. Almost unconditionally. You didn’t love him based on a condition per se—it was more like hope. An undying hope that he would love you back. Respect you just as much. Feel comfortable enough around you to be unapologetically himself. Trust you at least a fraction of the trust you had in him.

It was much different than what you had felt for Hyunjin. There was warmth here. There was affection. You felt safe. Chris didn’t need to obsessively ask you to trust him because you just did.

Then one night he took you out for a drive.

“We’re just gonna cruise. I know a spot. It’s a bit far,” he looked at you while fastening his seatbelt and shot a wink, “but closer than heaven.”

The drive to the hilltop overlooking the city was as serene as ever. He could be driving both of you to hell for all you cared. It was his mere presence next to you that made you infinitely happy. You watched the view for some time, shared the lemon cheesecake you picked up on the way, and just talked. About his fondness for bunny-shaped apples, about how your kid self thought you could swim in the streets when it rained, about his first time seeing a ship, about your fear of thunder and lightning…

“Okay, I have to ask,” you interrupted the conversation, “Did you double your workout regimen or something? I can’t fucking focus because of your veins. Your arms look so damn toned!”

“May have,” he grinned while inhaling another bite, “Why though? Does it look weird?”

“Are you seriously unaware of the niche community of people who have a thing for bulging veins?” you looked at him with suspicious eyes, “On a side note, one papercut, and you’re done for.”

“Are you a member of the said community by any chance?”

“Hell yeah?” you yelled as if that was common knowledge to possess, “It’s actually mindblowing you don’t get inappropriate advances on the daily with a body like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know, Olympian god-tier. Strength for days,” you dipped your fork into the last bite, “You look like somebody sculpted you during the Renaissance in case you didn’t notice.”

When you looked up at him again, you noticed how Chris’ eyes were fixated on the empty container he held in his hands. His ears were beet red, the telltale sign of his usual shyness, but at the same time, he was biting into his cheeks to hide the gigantic smile threatening to spill.

“Oh, you fucking liked that, didn’t you?” you playfully smacked him on the shoulder while laughing hysterically, “So you have a massive praise kink about your body, huh? Very good to know.”

“Didn’t notice we were talking about kinks.”

“Yeah? Wanna kiss about it instead?”

“Yes.”

He said it so abruptly that you forgot the location of your rolodex of witty comebacks.

“I– I was–”

“Shh,” he pressed his fingers on your lips, “Don’t say anything.”

Even during your heaviest of makeout sessions, neither of you had done anything to cross that line to initiate anything. No matter how hot and bothered you would get each other, it seemed like both of you were waiting for the other to jump the gun first. As a precaution. To confirm you weren’t assuming anything. Those were just wet kisses and touches in the shade of dark pink and they were enough. They were enough to last you a lifetime if it ever came to that.

But that particular night, the second your lips touched each other, it immediately escalated to wine red. It was simply the last straw.

“So you just wanna have a strong body for health purposes, huh?” you straddled him, “You're not trying to get me to lose my shit over you or anything.”

“Originally I wasn't, but ever since you clenched hard under me that night, I can't fucking stop thinking about it.”

“As if you don't think tossing me around is hot.”

“I think everything is hot when it comes to you.”

Chris’ moves were much more confident this time around because he had explored parts of you before. He knew you liked it when he got a little rough with you. He knew you had a thing for his tattoo. He knew how much you loved his lips on your body. When he whispered in your ear. When he kissed your neck.

He knew.

The confined space got way too tight for both of you to properly go to town on each other, and since there was nobody else in your building anymore…

“Do you– Do you wanna come over tonight?” you blurted out while panting in between kisses.

“Come over where?”

“My– my room. I'm alone in the building,” you declared with your cheeks flushed, and then a sudden realization hit you, “Oh, sh– I mean… If you want to. You don’t have to. I just thought–”

Chris interrupted your rambling with another kiss and whispered into your lips.

“I’m dying to come over,” he squeezed your hips “Move that pretty ass. We're going back.”

While Chris was speeding back, large hands firmly gripping the steering wheel, you weren’t able to sit still. You didn’t possess the patience of another ten minutes anymore. When your hand reached between his thighs, he clenched them for you with a smirk on his face, eyes still fixated on the road ahead. His bulge growing right before your eyes made you absolutely salivate, and you sneakily unzipped his pants to free him.

Just a small lick on his slit to taste his precum. Just little kisses on the smooth skin of his cock. The anticipation was murdering Chris. He couldn’t control the sharp exhale when you finally took him in the warmth of your mouth.

“Damn, baby, impatient much?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, fuck no.”

He kept driving with his left hand while guiding your head on his cock with his right. The roads were empty. Just the two of you gliding on the restricted streets and your tongue gliding on him, both promising a vista of heaven as the final destination.

“Jesus, you have no idea how fucking good you look between my legs.”

Chris wanted to look at you, keep watching you suck him dry, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the road. All he could do was try his hardest to prevent his eyes from rolling back and clench his thighs due to not being able to move in that cramped space.

“If you keep clenching those thighs, I'll sink my teeth into you. Just saying.”

“You like my thighs?” he let out a content chuckle.

“Fucking love them.”

Just then a different shade of Chris that you hadn’t seen before started to surface. He sneaked his hand into your hair and gently tugged on it.

“Take it all for me, baby. Take all of me.”

Confidence looked so fucking sexy on him that you felt all your pride reserves dissipate and did just that; took all of him in your mouth, and listened to his husky groans, complete music to your ears. In the middle of losing his sanity on your tongue, something you had never heard from him escaped his lips in the form of a whisper.

“Good girl.”

You felt your pussy throb really hard. It wasn’t what he said. It was who said it and how he said it. You wondered just how delicious it would be if Chris were to dom the shit out of you. Your enthusiasm got so out of hand that you found yourself choking on him.

“Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Fuck, FUCK!!!!!”

Chris slammed on the gas pedal while spilling in your mouth, still trying so hard to keep his eyes open even though the road was as straight as an arrow and there was not a soul around. You zipped him back up and placed a kiss on his right cheek.

“That was… Damn, baby.”

This was the singular time you couldn’t wait to leave that car.

“Second floor,” you informed him while getting off, “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

You ran back to your room, and it was maybe only two minutes later Chris appeared at your door. He was slightly panting like he'd been running.

“God, I missed you so fucking much.”

“We were just together.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Sue me.”

He attacked your lips and slid the door close behind him. You started stripping each other hurriedly since there was literally no time to waste. Every second counted. Every second you could love each other counted.

When you rid him of his shirt, your jaw dropped seeing his torso in its full glory again. As if you were seeing it for the first time. As if you didn’t already have it memorized behind your eyelids.

“Full disrespect, but fuck you. I can literally cum just by staring at you long enough.”

“I’d love to watch that.”

“When I can lick your pecs instead? Fuck no,” you threw one arm over his neck and dragged the other down his figure, “I love touching you. Love how you feel this firm.”

“You do, huh?”

You bit on the sensitive flesh of his lips, loving the way he was feeling himself. Making him feel sexy was definitely a whole turn on in itself.

“You don’t wanna know what those veins do to me.”

“Maybe I do,” he held your chin, “Tell me, baby. Tell me what it does to you.”

“Makes me wanna punch a fucking wall when I can’t trace my tongue on them whenever I want.”

“What’s stopping you?” he grabbed you by your waist, “Trace it now. Do it.”

You basically tackled him into your bed, and Chris erupted into a peal of bright laughter. You loved the sound of his laughter. It always made you feel all fuzzy inside.

When you started dragging your tongue on his magnificent ink-adorned arm, however…

“Jesus fucking christ… You’re gonna kill me.”

From his arms, to his chest, you drew a wet trail all the way down to his shaft. That was where a lot of his veins were actively pumping blood, after all.

Then you started tracing him in earnest.

“Ah, FUCK, that feels so damn good…”

Chris was an incredibly sexy man as he was, but there was just something about arousing him, pleasing him, and knowing that you were the reason he was perishing that made him infinitely sexier.

“God, the things I wanna do to you...”

“What kind of things, baby?”

“Unspeakable things,” you licked a stripe from his shaft to his tip, “I wanna make all your fantasies come true.”

He grabbed your shoulders to signal you to come closer to him and buried his lips into yours again. If he let you, you could kiss him for an eternity.

“Then sit on my face.”

“You know what that is?” you faked a mild shock.

“Just because I haven’t fucked anybody before doesn’t mean I’m clueless.”

“Oh, right. The porn stash.”

He landed a playful smack on your ass and guided you to sit up, “Spread your legs for me. I wanna watch you ride my tongue.”

God, you had missed this so much. You had missed his gaze turning into the darkest shade of black when he knew he was pleasing you right. As you kept grinding on his tongue, taking in the intense sensation he was providing you, he closed his mouth on your pussy and you heard the wet sounds of him jerking himself off behind you.

“Little more. Just a little more, please, I'm almost there. Fuck!”

When he started lapping at your clit, you exploded on his tongue. He looked so fucking mesmerizing between your legs that you weren’t able to control how loudly you were moaning. Your voice spelled his own demise, and you felt strings of something warm sticking to your back, dripping down slowly towards your perfect ass.

“Fucking hell, you get me so fucking weak when you moan like that.”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t even need to touch me. I’ll cum so hard if you keep moaning in my ear,” he kissed your thighs, “Lie facedown for me, baby.”

You collapsed on your bed and rested your head on your arms. You felt Chris smearing his cum on your back like some massage oil, and he kept rubbing you all over to soothe you. To soothe you, but also to sneakily sign his name on your body. That disguised claim. His strong arms. His large veiny hands. His firm grip.

It awakened something inside you.

“Be rougher with me.”

You heard the little exhale that came from his nose, indicative of how pleased he was at your request, but he still wasn’t doing anything.

The magic word.

“Baby, please.”

Or in your case, two of them. He lowered himself to your left ear and whispered.

“That word suits your lips so fucking much, you have no idea,” Chris quietly hissed and kissed your ear, “She wants it a little rough? Of course I'll give it to her rough. Anything my girl wants.”

His girl.

His.

His.

His.

“Is it– is it okay if I call you my–?”

“You can call me your anything,” you interrupted him with your eyes still closed. Chris watched your beautiful smile fondly for a couple of seconds and then abruptly shapeshifted his personality.

“Then here's what's going to happen,” he turned you around to lie on your back, “You're gonna be a good girl for me and I’m gonna make you so feel so good. Otherwise, no more cumming for you tonight. Got it?”

You nodded as he descended between your legs.

“Good girl.”

You clenched.

“You're mine,” he kissed your pussy tenderly, “All of you.”

You clenched harder.

“Oh, she likes that. She fucking likes that,” Chris broke into a satisfied smile, “It excites you, doesn't it? You're really turned on right now.”

“What was your first clue?” you asked sarcastically, but he had an actual answer for you.

“Your scent changed again.”

“Again? I– I have a scent?”

“Mhm. It becomes sweeter when you're aroused.”

Who knew? Maybe our scents were only perceptible by other people because you knew for a fact that he smelled like sandalwood. And that it grew stronger when he was aroused.

Chris spread your legs wider and groaned at the sight again.

“My jaw will never not drop for this. Look at you,” he brushed his thumb against your folds, “So pretty. So juicy. All mine.”

He began his sweet torture by only kissing your lips softly. You were soaked already, and you desperately needed those perfect lips on your clit. The constant denial caused you to inadvertently roll your hips towards him for some more friction.

“Someone's excited, huh? I get you that horny?”

“Have you fucking seen yourself?”

“I have. What about it?”

It got from fishing for compliments to straight out asking for them. Your lips parted at the unexpected question, and you were lost for words for a second there.

“What is it you like seeing baby? Tell me,” Chris continued kissing you.

You had done much more obscene things to each other before, but why did this feel embarrassing to say out loud? Was it the vulnerability of your position? The ropes that you readily handed to him? You felt so defenseless all of a sudden.

“You're– You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Mhm?”

“You make me wanna fuck you senseless.”

“Mhm?” Chris sucked on the supple skin of your thighs, “Did you wanna jump me in the dojo at all?”

“Jump you?” you asked in bewilderment, “I wanted everyone to watch you drill me into a wall, for fuck’s sake.”

“So you wanna get fucked into oblivion by your man. Is that what it is?” he licked a stripe from your thigh to the edge of your labia, “My girl wants her man to make her toes curl.”

Your pussy visibly throbbed at how he described himself for you, and it felt even more embarrassing. What the hell was getting into him, indeed?

“You like that name, don’t you?” Chris flashed an unnecessarily content smirk.

He flustered you to a point that you were actively getting flushed in the face by then. You wanted to respond. You wanted to say something, but it felt like if you did—

“Say it, baby,” he carried on with his kisses with his eyes closed, “Say it for me.”

Even with all the courage you were able to muster, your voice came out as a barely audible whisper.

“Yes.”

But it was more than enough for a certain someone. He could swear he never felt happier in his entire life.

“I'll get you dripping wet for me first,” he slowly parted your labia to expose your clit, “Then I'm gonna hit it so good you're gonna fucking claw your bedsheets.”

You felt the ghost of a lick on your clit from the tip of his tongue, but you were feeling so on the edge already that you almost fucking came from that.

“Is that how you like it? Or do you like it better when it’s more intense?”

Then he latched his perfectly plush lips to your clit and started sucking on it again. When your moans started ripping from your throat, he moaned with you like he was the one getting his dick sucked.

“My girl likes it intense,” he slurped on your clit, “She likes getting her pussy licked, but she loves it when I get her cunt sloppy, doesn't she?”

Why the fuck? If the roles were reversed, you would have no problem hitting him with the most obscene shit he could possibly hear in his lifetime. Yet there you were, blushing and quivering like an untouched Victorian maiden at his mere words.

“God the sounds it would make if I start fucking this pretty hole right now… Look at how fucking wet you are,” Chris loudly hissed at you. You were clawing your bedsheets indeed, but it was because of the fucking foreplay. There was no way in hell you would be able to handle the teasing any longer.

“Fuck me.”

“Hm?”

“Fuck me! I need you.”

“But we're just getting started, baby. I wanna know every single way I can make you cum.”

Chris placed your legs around his neck and positioned himself in a way that seemed very dangerous for your sanity.

“And I wanna make you cum so fucking hard. Every – damn – time.”

When he started eating you out sloppily in earnest, it snapped something inside you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to suppress your moans even if you wanted to. They came so deep from your diaphragm, and the louder you were, the more his enthusiasm was escalating.

“GodDAMMIT, Chris, when the fuck did you learn to eat pussy this well?”

“Hm? You like it when I'm a good boy for you?”

Oh, he was doing it on purpose now, you were sure. He was watching your every move, observing your every reaction very closely, and reading you like a book to find the most minuscule details to end your goddamn life.

“I'm gonna cum on your face if you keep talking to me like that.”

Oh, how pretty you were crumbling under him because of the brazen things he blurted out like they were love poems. Chris had never been this entertained in his life before.

“Why don't you? Bonus points if you squirt on my face, but fair warning, if you do that I’ll cum.”

“Why are you– why– FUCK!”

“I’m just following my instincts like you told me to, baby. I don’t need to learn how to taste you,” he suddenly stopped his ministrations, “But I’m learning how to please you. Now let me see how you like it when I don't behave.”

He climbed on top of you and pinned both your wrists over your head with one hand. You fucking loved how he played with you however the fuck he pleased.

That confidence. His dominant aura. His possessiveness over you in the sheets. The infinite teasing.

You were about to lose your fucking mind.

“Fuck me.”

“Can’t hear you.”

“Fuck me, Chris.”

“So you want me.”

“I don’t want you. I’m fucking craving you. Fuck me!”

He finally deemed the teasing enough and threw your legs on his shoulders in one go.

“Let's cruise again, baby. No one's sleeping tonight.”

You didn’t lie when he asked you if you ever wanted to jump him in the dojo. You did. You indeed fantasized about getting drilled by him. And there he was, this impossibly ravishing man giving you exactly what you fucked yourself to many many times than you cared to admit, stretching you open with precise thrusts, getting even harder inside your tightness.

“You like it better, don’t you? You like it when I go hard.”

“Yes.”

“Louder, baby. Louder for me.”

“YES!”

Chris lowered his body and whispered before drowning you in kisses again.

“Good girl.”

You clenched again. He fucking loved that it seemed to have this much of an effect on you.

“Turn around for me,” he pulled out of you, “On fours. Spread for me a little more.”

You lied facedown and arched your ass for him, anticipating every single thing he was about to do to you.

“Just like that. That’s my girl,” he kissed your waist, “I can play with you better now.”

Chris slid his hand under you to reach your pussy, and started fucking into you while massaging your clit. You threw your hand back to grab his nape and pull him closer to you. You felt the need to touch him at all times.

“Chris…”

“Feel it, baby. Feel what I’m feeling.”

You were fucking. Not even that, you were fucking animalistically raw but you still felt your heart growing bigger. You just wanted to hug Chris and drown him in kisses and caress his unruly hair and…

“Do you? Do you feel it?”

You looked up to kiss him in response. He turned you around again so that you would face each other.

“Wrap your legs around me when I’m buried inside you.”

You were turned on out of your mind over how vocal he was by then. Chris devoured your neck as he kept fucking you.

“You're mine,” you sank your nails into his back and started scratching him, “Deeper. Go deeper. Claim me.”

“I'm gonna drill you into this mattress if you keep talking to me like that.”

“Do it. What’s stopping you?” you returned his earlier serve, “Bonus points if you can shoot your load right on my g-spot, but if you do that I’ll cum.”

You laughed at each other in the middle of going insane together. He took your lips between his again and kissed you for a long long time.

“You’re a dream,” Chris kept talking against your neck, “You’re a dream come true. You're my dream.”

Every kiss. Every touch. Every thrust. It brought you closer to him. You felt eternally chained to his soul; there was simply no other explanation for that. You were so overwhelmed with emotion that it made you wanna cry.

“Kiss me,” you cupped his face, “Kiss me again. Kiss me all the time.”

Inhumanely passionate. You weren’t kissing; you were exchanging breaths at that point. Chris brushed his thumb on your cheek.

“Tell me you love me again.”

Don’t say that. Don’t say things you don’t mean…

“For… For tonight?”

“No.”

If I say it, I will never be able to take it back. Please…

“If you… If you do… Pleas–”

“I love you.”

All this time, you were looking for an excuse to say it again. The expression on his pretty face was priceless, pure bliss mixed with excitement and eyes getting moist for some reason.

“I love you, baby,” Chris kissed your forehead, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

Kisses. On your temples. Your cheeks. Your lips. Your neck. His hand slithered between your legs to massage your clit again, and he whispered into your ear with so much intention.

“Let me be your man,” he uttered in between his panting, “I’ll be your man. There’s nothing I want more.”

If happiness could kill, this was it. If you didn’t die that night, you were going to declare your immortality to the whole wide world.

“God, I love you so fucking much,” you inhaled his lips and your moans became more high-pitched, “I can’t stop loving you.”

“Ah, I’m so in love with you. Fuck!!!”

You arched towards him as Chris unloaded his seed inside you with erratic thrusts, moaning into each other’s mouths as you took off soaring together. This was undoubtedly the best fucking feeling in the world, and nothing, absolutely nothing could compare to becoming one with the one person that owned your heart. That orgasm lasted a while; you never wanted to come down—just live in this cloud of bliss with him, away from the ugliness of life, having the only thing you ever needed with you.

Him.

“Will you let me wake up with you in the morning this time?”

Fuck everything that was good and pure if you made the same mistake twice. You hugged Chris tight and buried your face in his chest, trying to control the sobs accumulating in your throat.

“Don’t– Don’t go.”

He couldn’t bear it. Even if it was due to being moved, he couldn’t bear the thought of you crying, and tried his hand at cheesiness to make you laugh instead.

“Hey,” he held your face and made you face him, “The only time I’ll go is for another round.”

There were indeed tears in your eyes, but you cracked up nevertheless.

In the darkness of the night, and your attention being only on each other, neither of you noticed the shadow that passed by under the sliding door. There was only one other person who frequented this building, and apparently, he was there to listen to the acts of catharsis rather than partaking in it because he didn’t have a space to practice that anymore. He listened instead. And listened. And listened.

The entire time.

You were woken up from possibly the most peaceful sleep of your entire life with a ticklish feeling on your bare back.

“Chris? Is that–?”

“Shh,” he kissed your back again, “go back to sleep.”

Who were you to say no to wake-up calls if they were going to be like this all the time? Chris kept placing kisses all over you. Your neck. Your shoulder blades. Your back. His right arm hugging your body from under you kept fondling your breasts while the other caressed every other inch of your body.

“Let me love you. Let me make you feel good.”

You were getting wet solely to his hums on your skin. His left hand found its way to your clit and started massaging it gently. You were feeling Chris get hard against your hips because of your sleepy moans, but when you bucked your hips back towards him, he got even harder.

You turned your back and palmed his rock-hard length without saying anything. You brought your body closer to him and rubbed him against your clit. He was leaking. You were salivating. You started stroking him while he coated his fingers to rub you.

Both of you were still half-asleep, but refusing to stop touching each other and going back to sleep. This felt way too good. Even the simplest touches. Real eyes closed, but fake eyes open. Never once blinking. Just staring right into each other’s souls like you were facing death head-on.

No talking. Quiet moans instead. Gently sucking. Kissing. Touching. Licking. Heavy breathing.

“Almost… just…”

Your chest began heaving faster. It felt so good. He felt so good. Too good to let go.

“Breathe, baby. Are you cumming?”

“Yes.”

“Cum for me.”

“Yes.”

“Cum for me all the time.”

“I love you!”

You fell down from that cliff, but you weren’t scared because Chris fell with you. You fell into a bottomless sea in slow motion in each other’s arms. You fell in love.

You were fully awake by your first refractory period. Your heavy makeout sessions took place in the comfort of your own bed this time instead of Chris’ car, accompanied by whispers of little confessions to each other. How you loved his scent. How he loved your taste. How you loved each other so.

You wrapped your leg around his waist to let him inside you. His lips never left yours as he lazily fucked into you, bringing you back to the realm of euphoric haze again. So sweet. So loving. Yet still so fucking sexy. Chris was even more magnificent under the natural daylight. You could see all his details perfectly. His skin. His messy hair. His deep doe eyes. His beautiful lips. The beads of sweat adorning his forehead.

How imperfect he was was the perfection itself.

“Don’t stop.”

This felt different. This felt much different than what you thought was love before. If that was love, then what was this? If this was love, then what was that?

Then again, who said love had to have a uniform manifestation? That you needed to feel the exact same things, give the exact same reactions to everyone ever? Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose? Wasn’t loving different people supposed to feel different? Peaches and strawberries were both fruit, weren’t they? Then how come they didn’t taste the same?

“Baby, I’m cu– Fuck!”

It didn’t matter how you felt once upon a time. To hell with it.

This was just what being in love with Chris felt like.

That day, your training with the queen involved formal interpersonal etiquette. How to greet someone at a reception. How to pay and accept a compliment. How to extend gratitude. You were so used to it at this point that you didn’t even question why she was teaching you these things.

“I am indeed very fascinated by you, child. Once you see it, you never forget it, do you?” she commended your performance of the day and proceeded to pour the customary post-training tea, “There is something I need to discuss with you today.”

Now that wasn’t customary at all. During these ‘tea sessions’, the queen would usually ask you to tell her stories from your upbringing, a great deal of which obviously included your father. She would just listen to you with a fond smile and then send you away to your guest chambers on her floor. It made you feel like you were a walking storybook for her, but you just assumed maybe she was genuinely curious about what a normal person’s life was like.

“Yes, your highness?”

“It has come to my attention that you and my son have been… how to put this delicately… physically intimate more than once.”

She cut to the chase so bluntly that you almost choked on the tea. Before you could even say anything, she wore somewhat of a mischievous smile on her face that was so unlike her usual graceful demeanor.

“Somebody has a problem abiding by the rules, I see. You do realize I’m no fool, don’t you?”

“Your highness, I would nev–”

“You may apologize if you wish.”

You immediately got up from your chair and dropped to a fervent bow on the floor.

“Not like that,” Hyejin kneeled right next to you and carried on with her instructions, “Don't drop your head. Fingertips together. Elbows in. No weight on the hands.”

You followed everything she said to a T, instantly transforming into the posture of a delicate princess.

“That’s more like it,” she sounded pleased, “Since it has already happened before, I do not see any harm in having you escort him again.”

WHAT?

You genuinely thought she was going to feed you to the tigers or something, but her voice didn’t sound even slightly intimidating.

“The decorum is a little different this time since the reception will be held on the grounds. My aide Mina will be escorting you to get your measurements for your formal attire. Be at the hall tomorrow evening at 8 PM sharp.”

“Yes, your highness.”

You were going to escort Chris again. In public this time. On the grounds. The queen seemed to be fond of you, so maybe, just maybe, this could be your way to get her blessing. A key to the lock that was going to open the door standing between you and happiness.

You clad yourself in your ruby red cheongsam with a golden phoenix print on it, custom-made for you on short notice by the queen’s personal dressmaker, and attached the ruby comb to your hair given to you as an accessory for your attire. When you entered the hall, you noticed that the doors to the grand reception hall were open, and there stood your prince in his very own formal attire. A black robe with golden details over a red layer inside, a wide silk red belt hugging his waist with a traditional charm dangling from it, and black pants tucked into knee-high leather boots, Butterflies rioted in your stomach when you saw him. It felt like a Cinderella story and he was your very own prince charming.

“Your excellency,” you sneaked up behind him, “Miss me?”

“I never not miss you,” Chris smiled in sheer surprise, “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been tasked with escorting you tonight. What’s the occasion?”

His smile faded so quickly that you thought he was getting sick for a second.

“Is everything okay?”

“Escort duties are not for the guests,” he uttered emphatically, “Today is Hyunjin’s adult ce–”

“Good evening, princess.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. The voice that once brushed your ears like velvet was the utter reason to have a panic attack now. When Chris and Hyunjin shared a look, a bolt of lightning struck between them so loudly that tornadoes started landing in the room.

“But… but her highness said…”

“I told you I don’t share, didn’t I brother?” Hyunjin didn’t take his eyes off Chris, “I told you to find your own.”

Chris’ anger levels at Hyunjin’s insinuations manifested itself in how hard he was clenching his jaw and fists, knuckles instantaneously turning white.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means the princess and I happen to have exchanged bodily fluids, brother,” Hyunjin declared with exorbitant amounts of contentment in his voice, “Repeatedly.”

You were nothing but mortified. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole if you weren’t going to wake up from this dream somehow. This was neither the time nor the place to disclose such information, not to mention these were definitely not the words to be chosen to talk about it. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Come on, princess. You can say how hard we made each other cum.”

“This is outrageous,” Chris left the hall to remove himself from the situation because otherwise, he was most definitely going to do something utterly scandalous.

“WAIT!”

Hyunjin grabbed you by your wrist just as you were about to bolt after Chris.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You flung his hand off of you and pointed at him threateningly.

“If you don’t want me to bury you into this ground in front of everybody, do not touch me,” you spat in pure disgust, “I'm not your kitten.”

When you saw the main door being opened in the distance and Chris walking out to the courtyard, you dashed after him as quickly as you could with those damn heels you had on and caught him right by the pond.

“Chris, listen to me.”

“So you were just out collecting royalty cards, huh?”

“I swear I didn’t know!”

“You didn’t know what exactly?”

That this was going to bite me in the ass one day. That I was going to fall desperately in love with you.

“I thought I was supposed to keep you company tonight. You have to believe me!”

Then it hit you. Her excellency did not actually tell you which son she was referring to, did she? But wouldn’t that mean a whole other set of problems in itself?

“Did you…” Chris was struggling to actually say the sentence out loud, “Did you and Hyunjin really…”

You didn’t know how to respond to him. You didn’t want to lie, but in the grand scheme of things, it really didn’t mean anything. What you felt towards Hyunjin once upon a time was nothing compared to how you would burn yourself alive for Chris if he asked you to. There were no feelings there. You didn’t even have a proper conversation with him. Not once. Yet, it wasn’t any feeling of shame that was making you uncomfortable. It was the sheer dread of hurting Chris that was tearing you apart at that moment.

“Your silence tells me more than I should know,” he flashed a derisive smile.

“That was… That was before you.”

“So you’re not denying it.”

You were properly frustrated to the high heavens at that point. Did he really not see that you weren’t living outside? That you had to abide by whatever manuscript of laws put in front of you? That you actually had to sneak out to spend a shred of time with him? Was he not aware of what you were putting at stake for him?

“How do you expect to have something like we’re a bunch of ordinary people when I’m actually fucking forbidden from seeing you?!”

“Oh, but you could have something with him instead because you were allowed to see him as his instructor. Is that how you graded him?”

If Chris was holding his sword and slashed you in half right then and there, it would have still hurt less. Your eyes welled up with the angriest tears ever.

“That was really low, Chris.”

When your voice trembled like that, Chris realized the massive fuckup, but there were some things you just did not say even during a fight, no matter how serious the topic of conversation was.

“I– I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just… I’m really distraught because I thought...”

“What? That you owned me?” you raised your voice, not giving a single fuck about who was around to hear you, “That paper I signed the day I moved in here didn’t make me anyone’s exclusive property, your goddamn highness.”

“Baby, please…”

“Let go of me!”

There was a difference between learning and discovery. One required conscious effort while the other was almost accidental. Or serendipitous based on how you looked at it.

You were a freak of nature. A prodigy of sorts. You could learn anything and everything you wanted at lightspeed, but could you unlearn them just as fast?

When you discover what love is rather than learning it, turns out you can’t.

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“does anyone know how much of a dirty slut you really are? fuck, you’re so desperate you were practically begging me just to get off on my thighs. what was it you said again? ‘please minho, i’ll do anything,’ how pathetic of you. actually no, what’s really pathetic is how you forgot what my name is. it’s sir. that was your idea, remember?”

“now look at this… the slut is fucking whimpering and pleading, and your thighs are pressed so tightly together. it’s not enough though, is it pet? no no, you need sir to help because nothing else can make you feel good. i did train your body properly. now it only reacts to me and cums to me. not even your desperate fingers can do anything. oh, you don’t agree? how about you fucking try fingering yourself right now and we will see what happens.”

“you’re trying so hard, kitten, but it just doesn’t feel as good does it? you need sir’s fingers. no, you don’t just get away with being a brat, you have to beg for me. for my fingers, my thighs, my cock. get on your fucking knees, look up at me and open your lips - if you do a good job maybe i’ll let you hump my leg like the pathetic slutty kitten you are.”

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six seconds

“things you said under the stars and in the grass”

❥ neighbour!bang chan x gn!reader

❥ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

❥ warning: brief mention of food

❥ word count: 3.9K

❥ A/N: heheh finally back with another fic!! did you all miss me? no? okay ._. ahahahhaha anyway. this one’s part of the little request series i said i’d do. i hope you enjoy this little fic while i work on a much longer one. and 🍋 bestie~ i hope i did your request justice!

also pls lmk if there are typos. i’m too tired to. proofread lmao

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sliding open your bedroom window, you looked out at the quiet neighbourhood and took in a deep breath. it was one of those nights—the nights where the sky was completely and utterly clear, with hundreds of stars scattered across the black canvas, forming different shapes, twinkling, as if saying hello. you smiled at the sky, basking in the peace it brought, the only sound filling the air that of the soft wind and even softer crickets.

that is, until a familiar jingle hit your ears.

the owner of the little bells padded across the roof towards you, travelling all the way from your neighbour’s house, offering a small meow as she settled right on the windowsill, her hind legs resting on the red clay tiles.

‘hello baby~’ you cooed, scratching at the top of her head. ‘what are you doing up so late, hm? out for a late hunt? did you catch anything?’

aurora purred in response, rubbing her head against your hand before walking forward, forcing your palm to brush along the expanse of her spine. you chuckled a little, catching her hint, and started petting her.

‘it’s a beautiful night, isn’t it rory? the stars look so pretty.’

aurora purred a little louder, almost as if she agreed. your eyes scanned the sky, and you inhaled a deep breath, allowing the cool air to fill your lungs, a wide smile spreading across your face. it was late enough for the entire world to be silent and you were truly at peace.

well. almost.

not even a minute had passed when your eyes caught a figure standing right in front of your porch, beaming up at you—chris. he gave you a wave and you smiled. it wasn’t rare to see him out so late, and it was even less rare to see him standing right under your window.

chris was your neighbour. and one of your closest friend. and perhaps… the man you’d been in love with for the past few years.

your relationship was strange. there were too many things left unspoken. too many things left hanging in the air. too many flirty remarks floating about, waiting to catch meaning. and yet at the same time… nothing seemed to really need an answer. you knew how he felt. or at least—you hoped you were right about what you thought you knew.

and you hoped he understood what you felt too.

‘come down,’ he said, a little mindful of the other neighbours.

‘what?’ you asked, leaning forward, pretending you couldn’t hear.

‘come—down,’ he almost shouted, this time gesturing with his hand for extra emphasis. you giggled at his exasperation. it was cute how he was trying so hard to mindful of his volume, wincing a little when he felt himself shout too loud.

‘it’s almost 3am.’

‘and?’

‘and it’s late!’ you laughed. ‘why would i come down?’

‘because we can stargaze.’

‘but i’m already stargazing.’

‘yeah but,’ he pouted with a small murmur. though fortunate enough for him, there was enough light for you to catch his expression and the way his lips moved. shaking your head with a small giggle, you bid your neighbour’s cat goodnight and backed away from the window, sliding it shut without another word.

to anyone else, it might have looked like you brushed him off. but chris knew you better. so he stood there—hands in the pocket of his hoodie, eyes darting around your front door, lips pressed together as he hummed a little tune—waiting for you to appear.

a few moments later, his phone rang.

‘i’m still not convinced,’ you said as soon as he picked up.

‘oh yeah? is that why you’re walking downstairs right now?’

‘how’d you know? i could be lying in bed.’

‘you turned your bedroom lights off.’

‘yeah? to sleep.’

‘and you just turned the foyer lights on. i can see from the living room window.’

‘that could be someone else. i do have a family, you know.’

‘uh huh, sure. i have food.’

‘oh! well why didn’t you just say that?’ you exclaimed, ending the call and swinging the front door open immediately. the two of you erupted into small giggles the moment your eyes locked and he shook his head, obviously amused with your little antics.

once you locked the door you walked over to where he stood, your entire figure finally illuminated by the porch light shining right by your front gate. ‘hi~’

‘oh wow don’t you look fancy,’ chris teased, eyeing you up and down, referring to the baggy sweatpants hanging off your hips and the wrinkled t-shirt you had lazily fished out of your closet after your night shower.

‘shut up, like you look any different.’

he gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. ‘excuse me, i’m wearing my day clothes.’

‘exactly. and these are my sleep clothes. are you really in a position to be judging my fashion?’ you quipped back, walking closer and giving him a warm hug as he giggled.

‘touché. i got new slippers though.’

you stepped back, eyes travelling down to his feet.

‘and you’re wearing them with socks.’

‘it’s cold!’

‘you’re wearing shorts!’ you said a little too loudly and he shushed you between laughs. ‘why are you even out here at this hour?’

‘couldn’t sleep. was hoping you’d be awake. i wanna take you somewhere.’

you narrowed your eyes and tilted your head in question. ‘where?’

‘there’s this hilltop i found. the sky is soooo clear, it’s perfect! figured you’d like it.’

you couldn’t help the fond look in your eyes, seeing him grin so excitedly. there was something so childlike and pure about it. about him. it was one of the many things you loved about him. stifling a little giggle you nodded softly.

‘okay. we should get going then. before the sun comes up.’

he nodded. ‘let’s go,’ he beamed in excited whisper, walking towards his car, a little jump in his step.

‘okay but where’s this food you promised?’ you asked, walking around to the passenger door.

‘hm? oh,’ he unlocked his car and opened the door, illuminating the interior, ‘it’s there,’ he gestured at the backseat.

you opened the door and took a peek inside. there were two blankets, a copious amount of fluffy cushions, two glass bottles of your favourite carbonated drinks, and a plastic bag full of a bunch of food containers, the inside of the bag forming little droplets of condensation from the steam.

‘low budget picnic, ay?’ you laughed, taking a seat.

chris pressed the engine button to start the ignition and turned to you, a playful furrow between his brows. ‘hey that cost me a good amount of money, i’ll have you know. besides,’ he buckled his seatbelt, ‘this was a very last minute thing.’

you knit your brows together, a little confused.

‘literally was driving past that hilltop earlier and the sky looked so pretty i knew i had to drive you out there to show you. the pictures weren’t doing it justice.’

‘wait you– you just found this place?’

‘yeah,’ he nodded, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

‘and you just decided to get food and drinks, and zoom back here, hoping i’d be awake?’

‘not hoping, y/n. i knew you’d be awake,’ he smirked. your mouth fell open, feigning offence.

‘hey i could’ve been asleep!’

‘mhm of course. totally. it’s not like you spend most of the week texting me at 3am.’

you gave him a little glare, lips pursing together to hide your smile. he glared back, and leaned closer. maybe a little too close. because it shocked you and made you jerk backwards, eyes blown wide. small breathy chuckles from his lips as he leant back in his seat and you turned away, face feeling just a little bit warm.

‘alright, whatever. you win. start driving.’

.

‘you ever wonder what it would be like to look at all these stars from space?’ chris mumbled.

you were both lying on the blanket—his right hand under his head, while the other brushed gently against yours. feeling the grass move under your head as you shifted your position a little, you hummed.

‘the stars would probably look like static dots,’ you responded in an almost hushed tone, locking your hands over your stomach. ‘because there’d be no atmosphere to scatter the light. so they wouldn’t twinkle.’

there was a small rustle under the blanket as he moved to rest on his side. his arm propping his body up as he faced you, an awestruck look in his eyes. ‘how do you know so much?’

‘you know what? i… don’t know,’ you laughed and turned to look at him. ‘i just do. must’ve read it somewhere. just like how you know random things out of nowhere.’

‘yeah but i don’t know as much,’ he brushed off, and you made a face.

‘i’m not entertaining this pointless argument again,’ you breathed out with a small chuckle, eyes diverting to look at the sky. it made him giggle.

‘i annoy you, do i?’

you turned your head towards him again, a sarcastic comment dancing at the tip of your tongue. but then your eyes caught the goofy smile on his face, and it made your chest swell, a fond smile making its way onto your lips.

‘no,’ you shook your head. ‘i just don’t have the energy to argue right now. someone dragged me out of my house at 3 in the morning,’ you joked in an attempt to steer your head and heart away from whatever warmth was bubbling in your stomach, making you a little nervous.

‘hey, it was 2.47. get it right.’

you laughed. ‘shut up, idiot,’ you elbowed at his arm and looked back at the sky. ‘oh hey. those look like planets. jupiter and saturn maybe? they’re in a line too!’

‘where?’ he asked.

‘there!’ you lifted your shoulders a little and pointed at the section of the sky right in front of your field of vision. ‘near aquarius. do you see them?’

he leaned closer, trying to match your eye level, his cheek almost touching yours. the movement was innocent, but it didn’t fail to make your heart race, his perfume invading your senses, leaving you feeling a little distracted. your head fell back against the cushion. lost in thought, your eyes stared into literal space, avoiding looking at your right.

‘hmm i don’t see it,’ he mumbled, finally catching your attention.

‘how can you not see it? they’re that hu–’ you cut yourself off the moment you met his eyes, finally noticing how his upper body was almost hovering over yours, with virtually no space between your shoulder and his chest. noticing your dazed expression he raised his eyebrows.

nothing.

‘what? cat got your tongue, darling?’ he whispered, and the mischievous look on his face finally pulled you back to reality. feeling a great rush of… nerves, adrenaline, shyness—whatever you wanted to call it—you pushed at his shoulder, forcing him to fall right on his back.

‘you’re so annoying,’ you grumbled, eyes darting in every which direction except towards the figure vibrating with laughter.

‘what? i’m just trying to look for jupiter and saturn.’

‘sure you are. you so–’

‘i’m what?’

‘nothing.’

‘i’m nothing?’

‘no, ohmygod!’ you swiped a hand across the right side of your face. ‘do you have to be this annoying?’ you asked with a laugh, unable to stop yourself from joining in on his giggles.

‘okay but seriously,’ he spoke up between diffusing giggles. ‘i can’t seem them.’

‘fine, sit up,’ you said, doing the same. he knit his brows in confusion but complied nevertheless. watching as you crawled on your knees across the blanket, sitting right behind him.

‘what’re you doing?’

‘shh,’ you held his hand, your front almost pressed against his back, and rested your cheek against his. grabbing hold of his wrist with your thumb and ring finger, you coaxed his fingers shut, save for his index finger. gently pressing your palm against the back of his hand, you raised his arm and pointed towards the static yellowish dot in the sky—one of the only two balls of light that weren’t twinkling.

‘that’s jupiter,’ you whispered.

you waited for a beat and you moved his hand a little higher, slightly to the left towards a slightly smaller dot.

‘and that’s saturn.’

you smiled when you heard him stutter just a little. you leaned forward and his eyes flickered to yours, your faces mere inches away.

‘now you see them?’

‘huh? uh- uh y-yeah i can– see them now.’

you hummed, noticing the way his gaze dropped from your eyes. there was a moment where none of you said anything. and just when he thought he’d calmed his heartbeat enough to say something, you moved away completely.

‘good,’ you said, moving to sit next to him.

he sat there for a moment, frozen. and blinked a few times before finally exhaling a breathy chuckle and shook his head.

‘you’re evil,’ he mumbled softly, but you heard him.

‘eye for an eye, pretty boy,’ you nudged his shoulder, and he looked down, shaking his head before looking up through his lashes with an amused smile.

‘i’ll get you back.’

‘mhm sure,’ you shrugged and brushed him off, knowing you’d won this little game for the night. tilting you head up, your eyes scanned the sky, a satisfied breath leaving your lips. ‘there’s a really cool collection of constellations in the sky tonight.’ you turned to look at him. ‘how many can you name?’

chris hummed and adjusted his position, crossing his legs and straightening his back. ‘okay so… that’s… aquarius, yeah?’ his eyes flickered to yours and you nodded. ‘so that’s capricornus literally right above it. and saturn between them.’

‘mhm.’

‘and then… wait you told me this just now. that bright star,’ he wiggled his finger at a sparkling ball of light that stood out towards the right of saturn. ‘it’s f… fomalhaut?’

‘you remembered!’

‘which is part of pisces?’

‘pisces austrinus, but yes,’ you smiled.

‘and…’ he tilted his head back, one palm planted firmly on the ground, eyes looking right above his head. ‘that’s sagittarius, yeah? and the u-shape constellation is corona australis right next to it.’

you nodded excitedly, filled with a swell of pride at your little student. ‘and that’s aquila,’ you leaned back and pointed towards the left of sagittarius.

‘oh really? isn’t that cygnus? the northern(?) cross.’

‘no no no. they look alike but see the two stars that connect to form the wings? they’re pointing down. cygnus would point up,’ you explained and he nodded in understanding, a small “ohhh” falling from his lips. ‘i think cygnus is…’

you turned your body around and he turned with you, scanning the sky with an equal intensity and focus.

‘it should be there but the trees are covering it,’ you pouted, shoulders dropping a little. the sight made him chuckle and he pinched your cheek.

‘at least we’ve got jupiter and saturn.’

you hummed in agreement, eyes still trained on the little stars shining just above the trees. the two of you stayed looking in the same direction and suddenly, a quick flash of light bolted through the sky. so quick you almost didn’t catch it. almost.

and a gasp mixed with a tiny squeal left your lips. ‘shooting star!’ you tapped his arm repeatedly, and jumped a little in your seat, your body turning to face his. ‘ohmygod did you see that?! that– that was a shooting star, wasn’t it?’

he nodded along with a chuckle. ‘yeah i think it was.’

‘you know that’s my first time seeing one.’

‘really?’ he looked surprised.

‘yeah that–’ you scooted back a little and rested your weight on your palms. ‘wow… that was so cool,’ you breathed out and sat up straight, catching his fond gaze.

‘did you make a wish?’ he asked.

‘huh?’ you heard him, but amidst the excitement, it took a few seconds to process his question. and answered before he could repeat himself, you spoke up. ‘oh,’ you clicked your tongue with a small shake of your head. ‘i didn’t.’

he hummed and nodded in understanding.

‘did you wish for anything?’

‘nope. i’ve got nothing to wish for. got everything right here,’ he looked right past your eyes, into your soul.

you bit you lip as heat rushed to your cheeks and ears, but that didn’t stop you from teasing him. ‘oh? and what’s that?’

‘well…’ he reached over for a grape from the container resting at the corner of the blanket, and popped it in his mouth. chewing on the fruit, he looked at you with a peculiar glint in his eyes and you blinked, waiting for him to continue.

he swallowed and his eyes darted around as he began to speak. ‘i’ve got my family, my friends, a great job, a comfortable life…’ he paused for a second and lifted his eyes to look into yours. ‘you.’

you smiled. ‘am i not your friend?’

‘what?’

‘you said friends… and me. as if it’s separate.’

he bit his lip to contain a smile and moved to lean on his palm, his head resting on his shoulder. ‘well yeah. you’re not just my friend. you’re my best friend,’ he grinned, dimples popping out.

‘i thought felix was your best friend.’

‘yeah but so are you.’

you raised your eyebrow, your smile falling just a little. ‘i don’t think i’m your best friend,’ you breathed out in a hushed tone.

‘then what do you think you are?’ he raised his eyebrows in a quick motion, as if playfully taunting you.

‘that’s what im asking you,’ you poked at his chest. you knew what he was doing. he was still playing that stupid “who can fluster the other more” game, but you weren’t having it. you wanted to hear him finally say it. you needed to hear him say it.

‘you are…’ he drawled. and then silence.

you nodded, leaning closer. ‘i am…?’

‘my sunshine.’

you let out a breathy laugh. ‘your only sunshine?’ you asked with an amused nod. and he nodded back.

‘you make me happy~’ he sang. ‘when skies are grey…’

he looked so amused with himself it made you laugh out loud and hit his shoulder lightly. ‘you’re so stupid.’

‘what?’ he pushed his chest back. ‘it’s true!’

‘and you’re a coward.’

‘why am i a coward?’

‘you know why.’

‘no i don’t know,’ he leaned forward, a playful glint in his eyes.

you pursed your lips and held his gaze for a moment before looking away with a slight roll of your eyes, a lighthearted scoff leaving your lips. it had started bothering you a little that he often shied away from talking about his feelings seriously. but you tried your best not to let it show. after all, it wasn’t like you were ever upfront about your feelings either.

both of you danced around the topic, never truly saying anything. afraid of what, neither of you knew.

‘you do. you just like to pretend. because you’re a coward,’ you offered him a teasing grin and a small wink, before looking away. ‘also, i think the sun’s about to rise soon,’ you opened your phone camera, attempting to divert your attention from the longing ache in your chest. ‘i’m gonna take some pictures while i can.’

you raised your arm, stiffening it to keep it as still as possible, while the camera took a low exposure shot.

it usually takes six seconds for a shutter to go off on night mode. and in those six seconds, chris went through a million thoughts, noticing every minuscule expression on your face, every lilt of emotion in your voice. he knew what you were talking about. of course he did. he observed you for a moment, taking your presence in, memorising every detail of your face over and over again.

once those six seconds passed and the shot processed, you opened up the gallery to edit the picture.

‘y/n?’

you hummed a response, eyes glued to your phone screen.

‘i love you.’

your thumbs froze, hovering over the screen, and your heart thumping in your chest as the words processed in your mind.

‘what?’ your head snapped to look at him.

‘i said… i love you,’ he confessed with gentlest tone, soft eyes looking at your surprised expression, a small smile playing on his lips.

‘you…’ you pressed your lips together and looked down at the blanket, trying to contain the butterflies fluttering into your stomach. taking a deep breath to relieve the strange tightness in your chest, you fiddled with your phone case. ‘you mean as a– friend?’

‘no…’ he scooted a little closer and held your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your face to meet his. ‘i mean i’m in love with you,’ he whispered. ‘completely, utterly, insanely in love with you. like i can’t breathe without you.’

your lips twitched a little. ‘picked that dialogue from a movie, did you?’

‘hey hey hey, i’ll have you know i’m very romantic. just look at where i’m confessing.’

your eyes darted up to look at the star-studded sky, then back at him—and whatever you had to say, simply died on your lips. your lips opened and closed as you stared at him, confused on what to do with the sight before you.

there he was, the man you loved so dearly… looking at you the way you looked at the stars in the sky. as if you held those stars in your eyes.

the more you looked at him, the more you realised that he’d said it, he’d finally said it—and the more emotional you got. getting hit with an overwhelming wave of emotion, your lips wobbled, and your eyes glassed over.

‘wait are you crying?’

‘no,’ you squeaked out with a blink, and a tear fell down your cheek.

‘awww,’ he cooed and pulled you in for a hug. ‘don’t cry, baby.’

‘i’m not,’ your mumbled with a sniffle, voice muffled by the fabric of his hoodie, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘yeah i totally believe you, sweetheart.’

his hold around you tightened and your finally wrapped your arms around his torso as he swayed your body side to side. moments passed with both of you just sitting on the blanket, wrapped up in a warm embrace. you weren’t sure how long you sat that way—only that at some point, the birds had started chirping and the sky had started to change colour.

‘by the way,’ he finally spoke up, before pressing a kiss to the side of your head. ‘you still haven’t said it back.’

you broke out in little giggles and pulled back to look at his face. he looked so beautiful under the soft twilight. your hands moved to hold his jaw softly, the pads of your thumbs pressing into his cheeks.

‘i love you too.’

his smile deepened, dimples more obvious than ever, and his hands moved to wipe the wet trail of tears by the corners of your eyes. his own eyes sparkled a little, as if maybe he felt like crying too. as if he was just as overwhelmed. and he was.

‘not a coward anymore, hey?’

you threw your head back in laughter before dropping it on his collarbone, nuzzling against his neck, your hands falling to his shoulders. a second passed and you looked up at him, only to find him already looking at you. ‘i’d say… maybe you’re less of a coward now.’

he raised an eyebrow. ‘y’know what, i’ll take it.’

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i'm OBSESSED. the angst is so beautifully done. the mix with with dom/sub aspects, the whole entire thing is just beautiful. i know that probably sounds weird but like fics with these aspects and the angst tied into it? it hits different. you can feel the pain, the hurt, the absolute determination for the mc to hopefully make a change for Chan to just even pacify her to keep her around longer. i just i am so beyond obsessed and i'm over on the edge of my seat for when the next update is released. this is a series where i will binge it over and over again.

ii. howlin’ ⇾ bgc. [M]

chapter two : shifted ⤑ ❝ “voice heavy with desperation, chan hisses, “You’re mine.” // “am i? am i yours, channie?” you question, “who else can say so?” ❞

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⌁ pairing; alpha!bang chan x alpha!reader (f.)

⌁ genre; established relationship, secret lovers, werewolf au, soulmate au, angst, smut, 18+

⌁ word count; 8k

⌁ warnings; switch!chan (much more sub this time), ass enthusiast!chan, big dicc!chan, (chan is also a total simp for reader), switch!reader (much more dom this time), (reader is highkey thick/curvy), handjob, slight oral (f. receiving), masturbation (f.), degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, bondage, orgasm control, orgasm denial, begging, ball stepping, fingering, a little dry humping, biting, teasing, choking, edging, pain kink, size kink, nipple play, spit play, foot play

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❥ a special thanks to fleur ( @editsbyfleur ) for making this lovely banner for me and to my lovely eva ( @nottodayjjk​ ) for editing and beta reading this for me!

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🍬 shower thoughts with chan.

– bang chan x reader | words. 678 | smut includes, jerking off, teasing, vv slight exhibitionism, minors dni, part 1 of 3

– © lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

chan needed a cold shower. and stat.

when he realized he was hard, again, he needed to cool off before you got back from class. slipping inside the bathroom in a rush, he undressed, and took a good look in the mirror, staring.

“control yourself, chan,” he told his reflection as if it would be of any help at all. “you’re just being a horny idiot, and this needs to stop.”

but the need in his expression didn’t get lesser and his dick didn’t get any less hard. turning on the shower, and shaking his head, chan let the cold stream of water hit his body, his eyes closing the moment it trickled at first. he shouldn’t be feeling this way for someone he just met a couple weeks ago. right? right. someone who he promised himself he wouldn’t fall in love with or get hard for. someone who would be safe every time you went to him. a friend.

how did he let this happen?

he thought about how he needed to be close to you. god, he wanted to fuck you even. give you everything and anything you needed. with his hands, his mouth, his dick - if he was lucky.

his hands fell to his hips, and it had been so long since he relieved all this pressure. and the image of you, shifting in his lap, flashed before his eyes,  encouraged by the water falling down his spine, and being incapable of stopping himself, he finally gave in and curled his fingers around his dick.

a groan, followed by a sigh slipped out of his mouth, and with a labored breath, he stroked himself, base to tip, teasing himself enough to let out another groan. 

chan’s legs almost gave away under him, and he braced his other hand on the cool tiles of the shower, letting his head rest up against the tiles as he continued stroking himself. the slow, rough strokes that had him thinking of you once again, shutting his eyes in both pain and pleasure. 

the thoughts he had about you if only you knew - just one of them. would you be scared of him? would you be ashamed to know him, or those thoughts? at that moment, none of that mattered, he’s going to talk to you about it, chan thought to himself. but right now, all he could think of, was how he’d have you under him - his lips exploring all over your body, tasting every inch of you, watching you squirm under him until -

“chan?” 

he couldn’t stop now, it was too late. this is what you did to him, this is what you made him feel, every single time he saw you, since the moment he sat down next to you in that music theory class. he heard your voice break through the haze. “y/n?” he replied, longing, his voice almost a whisper.

without stopping his hand, he turned around to face the direction of your voice, where he found you - standing in the open bathroom doorway, in your coat, your bag almost falling from your grip. your cheeks, chan noticed, were a deep shade of pink, your eyes on his fist as it closed around his cock. 

“fuck, y/n,” he rasped out, turning his body completely to face you, letting you see all of him, and he wasn’t even ashamed. it was too late now. “this is what you do to me, gorgeous.”

your eyes followed his movements, watching the way his body was just there, slumped, leaned up against the shower wall, chan’s fingers curled around the tip of his dick, teasing, and your blush spread. 

“i can’t stop,” chan groaned, desperate, as he forced his hand to slow down.

“don’t stop,” you heard yourself say softly as your gaze met his before shifting, your eyes moved away for a second to his fist. to the way he was stroking his cock.

“eyes up, baby,” chan said, watching you, his hand now moving faster. “you like seeing me like this, don’t you?”

note. anyways, to-be-continued i guess? lemme if you want to be in the taglist for part two. i hope y'all like it omg ‹3

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