Mica, I Loved This So Fucking Much. The Confession Was Done So Perfectly. I Am Just In Awe. I Love Angst

Mica, i loved this so fucking much. the confession was done so perfectly. i am just in awe. i love angst yes but god the fluff? so tooth rotting and am so glad that hopefully there is no more (even though i love it) i am just so happy they are finally together. i think after each chapter just he prepared for me to come to your inbox and scream cause i'm now fully invested in all your stories and fic ideas. my beautiful bean of a friend, i can't believe we are finally at the end almost and that this won't be anymore but i am so excited to have been able to experience this and to be able to bond even more with you over our shared experiences and feelings.

The Guy Next Door | hhj

❝𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨.❞

↳ Chapter 6/7 of The Guy Next Door. See Chapter 1 for story description.  

↳ Female reader x Hyunjin

↳ 12.8k

!! This fic explores themes that may distress some readers i.e. familial abuse (physical, verbal, mental), extremely strict/controlling parenting, mental illness, anxiety/depression and sexual exploitation. Please proceed with caution !!

! Strong language, porn star au, strangers to lovers au, college au, first times au, neighbours au, porn star Hyunjin, inexperienced reader, angst and tension, explicit sexual content, heavy sexual themes throughout, frequent reference to pornography, themes of rebellion and self-discovery, new character introductions (transfem Felix, uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy), much alcohol consumption, drinking games with porn stars, first-time sex and loss of virginity, car sex, semi-public sex, romantic confessions, a sprinkle of fluff amongst the angst and steam, adult themes throughout !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「Chapter 1」  「Contents List」  「© January 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

“And just where in the wonderful fuck have you two been?”

Jisung is the first to question your absence, as he would be, you suppose.

He’s perched on the marbled counter of the kitchen island, speaking over the shoulder of the same mop-haired athlete that endeavoured to turn you away from the party only an hour or so before. Said athlete is far too busy smothering Jisung’s neck in lazy lip attention to acknowledge your presence, however, and you once again wonder how Jisung manages to so easily wrap the dude-bros around his finger. Always the dude-bros.

“None of your business,” you shoot back, hand linked in Hyunjin’s.

“Oh, it is all my business,” the blonde retorts, throat exposed to allow said dude-bro continuous access. “I’m the entire reason he’s even here, you know.”

“He is?”

You look up at Hyunjin, recalling that despite your immediate need for gratification in each other, there are still questions to be answered, explanations to be given.

Hyunjin grimaces, “I’ll explain later. It’s too damn loud in here.”

“Speaking of loud,” Changbin shoves the fridge door closed, hands Hyunjin a cold beer. “Where are your buddies?”

Buddies?

Hyunjin scratches his nape, glancing surreptitiously at you before he replies, “They’re, uh… in the car?”

“You left them in the fucking car?!” Jisung howls, petting dude-bro’s head mindlessly. “Holy shit, that’s hilarious.”

“You should invite them in,” Changbin suggests. “Unless you’re ready to leave?”

He directs that last question at you, to which the glow of appreciation warms you. But in truth, the party hasn’t been half as bad as you believed it would be, and while that assuredly has something to do with the fact you’ve spent the majority of it on your back or with a dick in your mouth, you don’t feel any kind of urgency to leave just yet.

“I’m good for a little while,” you shrug, looking up at Hyunjin.

“You sure?”

You nod, smile at him in reassurance, squeeze his hand. “Yeah. Besides, it’d be nice to meet your friends.”

“Y/n, honey, no. They’re not the kind of friends you’re thinking of—”

Changbin daggers a warning glare at the hysterical blonde, and accompanied by the one from Hyunjin, it appears enough to induce his stoic silence. Instead, he threads his fingers through oblivious dude-bro’s hair, swigging from his beer bottle with brows raised in admission.

“Alright then,” Hyunjin sighs, defeated. “But be warned, they’re… kind of a lot.”

“I’m used to ‘kind of a lot’,” you shrug happily.

Hyunjin seems resigned to the decision, plants a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

With that, he breezes out of the kitchen, leaving you to the interrogation of the tripod. Jisung bats away dude-bro by a swat to his shoulder and a, “get out of here, stud,” that leaves the athlete adequately dazed and confused. He hops off the kitchen island to crowd you.

“So, what happened?” he asks, eyes wild with excitement.

“Oh my god, nothing happened—” you grab an empty cup, pouring a measure of nearby vodka into it.

“Bull-fucking-shit, you were in there for, like, forty minutes—”

“You counted?”

“— I know just how much can happen in forty minutes, honey. Spill.”

“Jisung, lay off, maybe she wants to keep it private?” Changbin berates from the fridge.

“Did you fuck?”

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Chan x Thick female reader

Word count: 9.5k 😬

Synopsis: You can't believe your dumb luck when you see your gorgeous blind date walk in but he seems disinterested in being there during your dinner conversation or lack thereof more like it. You're so ready to leave when the check comes but he offers to drive you home. When Chan finally admits why he was so quiet during the date you have a hard time believing it. Will there be a date number two or were you right about blind dating all along.

A/N: 18+ only! This is the fifth installment of the 'Thick reader series'. I hope you all enjoy this one! I've seen so much feed back on the others about people relating to these mc's and its bitter sweet for me. I'm glad you're all feeling represented and valid but I don't like that it means that we still deal with so much hate and fat phobia in the world. No matter your size you're beautiful and worthy of a beautiful life! If you enjoy this please leave a like, comment, reblog, shoot me an ask what ever! The feedback from this series has been so inspiring! Thank you! As always warnings and smut below the cut.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY strong language/cursing, oral (f&m receiving), a little spitting, protected piv sex (use condoms kids), praise and pet names (beautiful, baby girl of course), coming in mouth/cum eating. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

You had NEVER spent so much time and effort preparing for a date in your life. When your friend Sarah, who had set up the blind date you had agreed to, told you the restaurant you were meeting your date at was the fancy new Italian place, you decided to go all out. If not now; then when? You were perpetually single but it had not been for a lack of trying on your part. You had all but given up on the whole dating thing when Sarah told you about her friend Chan, how he never went out, and how perfect she thought you two would be for each other.  

You didn’t like the idea of blind dates. Going in cold, not knowing what the other person was like or looked like. It seemed like a recipe for disaster, especially for you. You had been on those dates, the ones where the guy you met from whatever random dating app you matched on would walk in, take one look, see you were a thicker girl than they realized and then you would have to sit through the disappointed looks and the forced pleasantries during the only date you would be having with them.  

You were certain Sarah wouldn’t even be friends with a jerk let alone try and set you up on a date with one, so you agreed but she hadn’t told you much about him other than his name was Chan and that he was a nice guy. Had she told him about you? The idea of him walking in and getting another disappointed look made your stomach turn with anxiety. It was one of the reasons you had stopped dating in the first place and it was also another reason you went all out getting ready. You trusted Sarah and if she thought you would be good together you wanted to make the best first impression you could. 

The day before your date you went to the spa and got pampered, a facial, mani, pedi, waxed, the works. The day of, you took a long hot shower to try and relieve a little of the stress you were still feeling. You dried your hair and put it up in a bun, you didn’t bother with the tendrils of hair that wouldn’t go back, just letting them fall around your neck and face. Your makeup wasn’t too over the top but you did highlight and contour. A little blush, black wing liner, some mascara, and a bright red lip and you were done with makeup.  

It was time to put on the dress you’d gone out and bought especially for the occasion. Normally you’d grab whatever little black dress you managed to feel comfortable enough in. This time you had found a wine-colored velvet bodycon dress. Definitely WAY out of your comfort zone typically but when you tried it on it fit you perfectly, which didn’t happen often for a big girl in a department store, so you decided you had to have it. You put on your black heels, a spray of your expensive perfume, that you only pulled out for special occasions, and you were out the door and headed to the restaurant you were meeting Chan at. 

That’s where you were at now. Seated at a table in probably the most elegant restaurant you had ever stepped foot in, waiting on your date that was now... you looked at the clock by the bar area. Twenty minutes late. You bit at your painted lips nervously and felt like everyone's eyes were on you. Watching the poor chubby girl wait for a date that was most likely, not showing up. They weren’t watching but it didn’t make you feel any less embarrassed. You told yourself you’d give him ten more minutes and if he didn’t show you would just leave. No way were you staying to eat if you got stood up by this guy.

About five minutes later you saw a man walking at a quick pace into the restaurant and up to the hostess. You were positive, no question, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was in all black. A nice tailored pair of slacks that fit him perfectly, a suit vest, a suit jacket, and a little silver chain connecting the two that matched the chain and earrings he was wearing. He had no shirt and the low cut of the vest allowed a healthy view of his chiseled chest underneath. You were positive about another thing, there was no way HE was be the date Sarah had set you up with.  

When the hostess pointed over to your table and the man’s eyes followed her finger until they landed on you, your heart stopped. He looked you over and when his face fell your stomach turned. Fantastic. Not only was your worst nightmare happening but it was happening with an Adonis. Perfect. You half expected him to turn around and just leave but he made his way over to the table you were at. The closer he got, the better you could see the finer details of his face. His perfectly arched eyebrows, his soft brown eyes, his strong broad nose and his full pouty lips, his defined jaw. When he gave you a half smile you saw a dimple pop up in his cheek and his perfect white teeth peek. He was so handsome he couldn’t possibly be real. 

“y/n? I’m Chan, I uh... I’m so sorry I’m late.” You stood and took his hand to shake. He awkwardly leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. He seemed to be looking anywhere BUT at you. 

“Yes, hi Chan it’s nice to meet you. Sarah has told me such nice things about you.” He let out a little nervous laugh. 

“Oh, has she?” No, she really hadn’t but you gave a small nod and sat back down as Chan sat in the chair across from you. 

“She really didn’t tell me much about you.” Chan admitted. You cringed. Great. You shrugged and gave him a weak smile. 

“Oh, probably because there isn’t really much to tell.” He nodded quietly and opened the menu. When the waiter came over for your drink orders Chan quickly ordered. 

“Whiskey on ice. A double please.” You stopped yourself from chewing at your lips again as the waiter turned to you for your order. 

“Oh, just a glass of red wine for me and a water please.” The waiter bowed and left to fill your drink orders leaving you and Chan in awkward silence again. When you looked up from your menu Chan actually made eye contact with you for a split second before looking back at his own menu again. He didn’t seem to want to talk, didn’t want to look at you, what were you even doing there. It was going even worse than you thought it would and you could practically feel the disappointment oozing from him. When the waiter came back with your drinks Chan grabbed his and drank most of it quickly. God, he has to be drunk to even sit here, you thought to yourself. This was a mistake. You felt a lump forming in your throat and you cleared it, unintentionally getting Chan’s attention.  

“I uh... will you excuse me for a moment.” Chan’s eyes were on his menu again already and he nodded in reply. You pressed your lips together tightly and excused yourself to the bathroom. As soon as you were alone in a stall you couldn’t help but let a few tears go. You were so embarrassed. This is exactly what you worried about, exactly why you had stopped dating. Even putting in all the effort you had to look nice, he was clearly disappointed and you wondered how the hell Sarah thought this was a good idea. You sniffled a bit, wiped the couple of tears you had allowed to fall, pulled out your phone and called her. She answered quickly, excited for an update. 

“Hey girl! How’s the date? He’s cute yea?” You took a shaky breath trying to compose yourself so you didn’t start bawling the minute you spoke and she could tell you were upset. 

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong?!” She asked concerned. 

“It’s terrible Sarah! Why on earth did you think HE would be interested in ME?! He was almost thirty minutes late and he looks so disappointed and barely talks and won’t look at me. It's awful Sarah, I knew this would happen. We haven’t ordered food yet; I think I’m just gonna leave. I’m not forcing him to stay on a date he clearly doesn’t want to be on. I can’t sit through another date like that.” Sarah quickly tried to talk you out of that idea. 

“No no, don’t do that. He’s just shy, give him a bit to warm up to you. I swear if you just give him a chance you’ll see.” You let out a sigh. 

“Fine.” You hung up with Sarah, left the stall, and went back to the table. When you sat down Chan gave you a strange look. 

“Everything okay?” You kept your head down but nodded and picked up your menu again. Shortly after coming back to the table the waiter came over for your food orders. Chan ordered some pasta dish with vodka? You weren’t sure, spaghetti and alfredo were the expanse of your knowledge when it came to pasta dishes. Then the waiter turned to you for your order. 

“Uh, I’ll have the salad with balsamic vinaigrette.” You closed your menu and Chan gave you a funny look. 

“That’s all?” You nodded again, making no effort to make eye contact anymore and handed your menu to the waiter. 

“Yes sorry, I don’t have much of an appetite.” That was a lie. You hadn’t eaten all day letting your nerves get the best of you. You were starving but eating a big meal in front of someone that seemed put out by you didn’t sound that appealing. You sat in relative silence as you both waited on your food and Chan ordered another whiskey. You picked at the napkin by your plate and did your best to not look dejected but it was difficult and the tightness in your chest getting was getting worse as every awkward minute passed. You were thankful when the food showed up because at least then you’d have a reason to not be speaking to each other.  

Chan dug into his pasta dish, which did look good. He seemed to have a healthy appetite. You took a few bites of your salad and pushed the rest around your plate as you finished your third glass of wine. As Chan finished up his meal you asked to be excused again. He finished the bite he had in his mouth quickly. 

“Of course.” You got up and made your way to the bathroom to gather yourself a bit and freshen up your lipstick. As soon as you were in the bathroom you called Sarah again. 

“Hey! So?” You sighed heavily. 

“Just... when I’m making you sit on the phone with me later while I cry about this just deal with it okay?” Sarah felt bad that it wasn’t going well. She had really thought the two of you would hit it off. 

“Later, you can cry on the phone with me as much as you need. I’m sorry. I love you sweetie.” You took another deep breath. 

“Don’t apologize, I love you too. I’ve gotta get back.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Before you left you looked in the mirror to do your lipstick and you noticed the slight trail of mascara under your eyes from crying earlier. Oh great! No wonder he asked if you were okay. You fought off the urge to cry again, wiped the mascara off from under your eyes, and fixed your lipstick before heading back to the table to get the rest of this over with. Chan was putting his phone away as you came back to sit down. 

“I ordered you another glass of wine.” You nodded and gave Chan a weak smile. 

“Thank you.” Whatever helped get you through the rest of this absolute train wreck. 

“The waiter asked about dessert, I wasn’t sure... I mean you didn’t eat much of your dinner,” Chan pointed at your plate. 

“So, I wasn’t sure if you wanted sweets.” You shook your head no. 

“No, it’s fine, when he comes back we can just pay the check. I’m sure you’re ready to go.” Chan frowned. You had been upset the whole date. 

“Okay, while you finish your wine, I’ll pay the tab.” You declined the offer. 

“No. I hardly ate my food.” And drank half a bottle of wine, you had thought to yourself.  

“You don’t have to pay for me, I can get my own.” Chan raised his hand shaking his head. 

“No. Let me please. It’s the least I can do for being late.” You went ahead and accepted not wanting to drag out an awkward argument about the bill any further. Your wine came and Chan gave the waiter his card to pay the bill. You sat there sipping your drink and realized Chan seemed to be watching you closely now. You glanced up and when you made eye contact you straightened up a bit and he smiled at you. You forced a smile back but it was obvious that it was not genuine and Chan felt awful. 

Chan NEVER dated. Ever and all his friends knew that. So, when Sarah told him she knew someone that would be perfect for him he agreed to a blind date, trusting her. He was on edge as soon as he found out you had agreed to the date as well. He couldn’t sleep the night before and he thought he might puke day of he was so nervous. When he went to get dressed it was a disaster, even with his friend Felix’s help. 

“Black black black why the fuck is everything I own black. FUCK. I’m gonna look like an undertaker no matter what I wear.” Felix laughed at Chan. 

“It’s your closet man don’t ask me. Besides that, you look good in black.” After Chan rifled through the closet frustrated a bit longer Felix walked over and pushed Chan out of the way. 

“Okay maniac, where are you going for dinner again?” Chan huffed out a breath. 

“That fancy new Italian place. Sarah picked it.” Felix nodded and shifted through the sea of black clothing hanging in front of him pulling out a black pair of slacks, a black vest, a black suit jacket and pushed them towards Chan. 

“Here. This.” Chan looked at the clothes and then at Felix. 

“What about a shirt.” Felix quirked and eye brow and shook his head. 

“Trust me, no shirt, just that. No way you’ll look like an undertaker in that.” Chan was about to argue but then he noticed the clock. 

“FUCK! I’m supposed to be there now!” He pushed Felix out of his room, quickly got dressed and raced to the restaurant. When Chan was walking up, he had glanced through the window trying to see if he could spot his date. At one of the tables, he saw a woman in a red dress, her hair up in an elegant looking bun and delicate whisps of hair around her face and neck. Chan’s jaw dropped. He shook his head and got himself together, he wouldn’t be that lucky, your husband must be in the bathroom. He got it together and headed in, he didn’t want to keep his date waiting any longer. He hurried in and straight up to the hostess station. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m meeting someone and I’m running a bit late. The reservation is for Chan and y/n?” The hostess nodded, smiling. 

“Yes, sir the rest of your party is already seated, just over there.” The hostess pointed in the direction of the table where the woman in the red dress was and Chan’s face fell. You were even more stunning than he’d realized. You were clearly, naturally, very beautiful and all dressed up like that, Chan was speechless. He gave you a little smile as he walked over. 

He had gotten as far as introducing himself and apologizing and then he was trying to be smooth and kiss your cheek but got nervous half way in and only gave you a quick peck. Even then he couldn’t get himself to look you in the eyes again after. When you said Sarah had said nice things about him, he felt a little cheated. 

“She didn’t tell me much about you.” He admitted. Sarah hadn’t really told him anything about you other than a name, you were sweet and that you would hit it off.  

“Oh, probably because there isn’t really much to tell.” He picked up the menu thinking about what to say to strike up a conversation, drawing a total blank and just nodding. It was like his brain went into fight or flight and one hundred percent chose flight. The waiter came over for your drink orders and Chan nervously blurted his order out quickly, then immediately realized he probably should have let you order first, like a gentleman. He was internally kicking himself.  

As soon as his drink touched the table Chan grabbed it and almost downed it all in one go. He noticed you glancing at him and that was the only reason he hadn’t. He didn’t want you to think he was a drunk. He rarely drank actually, but he needed something to take the edge off and maybe loosen him up a bit too. You were so pretty he was having a hard time making his brain work. He was always bad at talking to pretty girls. You took a sip of your wine and then excused yourself to the bathroom. 

Chan was waiting patiently for you to come back from the bathroom and he was determined to loosen up a bit and stop acting so weird. You’re just an incredibly attractive woman, he can talk to you, he can. Then his phone vibrated in his pocket. When he took it out, he saw he had a text from Sarah and he opened it.  

Sarah: What the fuck are you doing? 

Chan: What do you mean? 

Chan: Nothing! I swear! What’s wrong? 

The three little dots popped up as Sarah typed out her response but you were coming back to the table before Chan could get a reply. He put his phone back in his pocket. When you sat down, he noticed your mascara had run a bit, it looked like maybe you had been crying.  

“Everything okay?” You had nodded your head yes but Chan knew it wasn’t. He was being too quiet, he knew he was, but every time he thought he’d worked up the courage to start a conversation or ask a question he’d look up at you and lose his confidence just as fast. The waiter came over and took your meal orders. Chan got penne alla vodka because it was the only thing he actually knew on the menu and only because of a cooking show and you ordered a salad.  

“Is that all?” Chan was surprised. He’d been so nervous all day he hadn’t eaten a thing so he was starving now. He had thought maybe you would have been as well but you apologized saying you weren’t very hungry. Chan nodded and motioned for the waiter to order another whiskey. He could tell you were not happy with how the date was going. That was obvious. Sarah had probably promised some interesting outgoing guy, the guy Sarah knew and saw, and here he was too shy to talk to a beautiful girl. He had managed to say maybe twenty words the whole time you had waited for your meals. Mostly answers to your basic questions, trying to pull conversation from him. 

When the food showed up you both seemed thankful for the distraction. Chan was starving, he couldn’t wait another second and started eating. He tried not to scarf it down like a stray dog. Which was hard because it was really good. You seemed to not be very interested in your meal and Chan wondered if you just didn’t like eating around people you don’t know. Some people were like that. Chan was getting to the end of his plate, there was definitely enough that it should have been two bites but it was just so good. Chan scooped it up and ate it all in one. 

“I’m just gonna freshen up, if you’ll excuse me.” The first words uttered since the food arrived and Chan’s mouth was full. He felt like an idiot. He chewed his bite quickly. 

“Of course.” You left for the bathroom and Chan wiped his mouth rolling his eyes at himself. The waiter came over and asked about dessert for the two of you. Chan wasn’t sure. You might be more interested in something sweet. He decided to wait and ask you but ordered you both another drink. When the waiter walked away Chan’s phone buzzed and he had remembered that Sarah had been texting him. He grabbed it and opened their texts. He saw the one she sent from before first. 

Sarah: TALK to her! She thinks you’re not interested. I saw how she looked tonight, Chan. You’d be stupid not to be interested. TALK! 

When he saw the next texts that had just come through from Sarah, he felt awful. 

Sarah: Chan, I can’t believe you! She’s so upset! Why don’t you like her? You haven’t even given her a chance and really talked to her! 

Sarah: If she actually cries on the phone with me tonight because of you, I’m punching you. 

Oh no! You weren’t upset because Chan was an awkward dork you were upset because you thought he didn’t like you! How could he not? He didn’t have a chance to message Sarah back before you were coming back to the table again. When you sat down Chan tried to be more outgoing immediately.  

“I ordered you another glass of wine.” Chan noticed you had cleaned up the mascara from earlier. 

“Thank you.” He was determined to not let this whole date go down in flames because he was too shy to talk to a beautiful woman. 

“The waiter asked about dessert, I wasn’t sure... I mean you didn’t eat much of your dinner,” Chan pointed at your plate. 

“So, I wasn’t sure if you wanted sweets.” You shook your head no. 

“No, it’s fine, when he comes back, we can just get the check. I’m sure you’re ready to go.” Chan hated the fact that he made you feel that he was put out or disinterested.  

“Okay, while you finish your wine, I’ll pay the tab.” You immediately said no. 

“No. I hardly ate my food. You don’t have to pay for me, I can get my own.” Chan wasn’t going to take no for an answer on this. 

“No. Let me please. It’s the least I can do for being late.” Chan was glad when you agreed without further argument. The waiter came over with your drinks. Chan handed him his card and told him he just needed the bill. As the waiter walked away you picked up your glass of wine and sipped at it and Chan finally allowed himself to look at you, not just glance, but really look. God you were gorgeous, it unnerved him but he had to get over that. You noticed him looking and looked up at him. Chan smiled but the smile you gave him back was so forced it made him feel awful. The waiter came back with Chan’s card and you started to get up to leave while Chan was still signing the receipt. 

“Thank you for dinner Chan, it was nice meeting you.” You bowed as Chan finished signing quickly and stood up. 

“Oh, it was really nothing at all. Did you drive?” You shook your head. 

“No uber.” Chan squeezed the back of his neck trying to release the tension he felt. 

“Well, uh... I could take you home.” He’s a nice guy. You were sure he was only offering to be polite, so you would be polite and not make him. 

“It's fine I can just uber, you can go. I won’t have to wait long.” Chan shook his head. 

“Let me make sure you get home safely. To make up for being late.” You didn’t know why he was so adamant about it. Wasn’t the dinner awkward enough? You needed to have an awkward car ride too? 

“That’s why you paid for dinner.” You reminded him. Oh that was right. That was why you had let him pay for dinner. 

“Well then just for my peace of mind. Please?” He gave you this look and even as uncomfortable as the dinner had been, he was trying to be nice and it was a face you couldn’t say no to. 

“Okay Chan. You can take me home.” He put his hand behind you but not on you and offered for you to lead the way. Once you were outside he pointed to a black Fiat compact. You looked at the car and then him. You wouldn’t have guessed a man that looked like such a playboy, was driving that car like that. 

“What?” He asked smiling. You shook your head. 

“Nothing just... I expected you to drive a Mercedes or Maserati or something.” Chan scrunched his nose. 

“Nah never. I don’t need all that. Wade here is plenty of car for me.” He tapped the top of the car. It was your turn to make a funny face. 

“Wade?” Chan nodded with a little smile on his face. 

“Yea! A car has gotta have a name!” He opened your door and helped you into the vehicle then hurried around and got in the driver's seat. He closed his door and it was a bit intoxicating being in such a confined space with him. You could smell his cologne and you were close enough you could make out a few little freckles on his face. You didn’t realize but you had started staring. You couldn’t help it. He was so handsome. It was easy to get lost in the details of his facial features. Chan looked over at you and gave you a little smile. He seemed to have loosened up a little and had said more than he had the whole night, walking to the car.  

“So! Where are we going?” He asked as he started the car. You gave him your address and he typed it into his navigation before taking off. Silence filled the car but it wasn’t as awkward of a silence as before. Maybe because there was music softly playing or maybe because he had opened up a bit. Whatever the reason it didn’t seem as tense to you. Chan on the other hand was doing a marvelous job at pretending to not be freaking out. He had managed to talk to you and not come off like a complete idiot. It only took as long as pulling out of the parking lot though, when Chan could smell your perfume, it started to invade his senses. Part of his brain was ready to go flight on him again but by the time he pulled up to your place he’d gotten control of his faculties. He parked the car and sat for a minute trying to figure out where to start with his apology for his odd behavior at dinner. Just as he was about to, you spoke. 

“Well, thank you for the ride home Chan and again for dinner. Have a good night.” You started to open your car door and Chan was quickly losing his chance. 

“I’m sorry!” He just blurted it out, shouted it really. You jumped a little and your hand fell away from the door. You turned to him with a confused look on your face. 

“For what?” He was a nice guy, you figured it was a ‘sorry you’re just not my type’ kind of apology. 

“I’m sorry for being so quiet during dinner. I... I don’t date. EVER. I was worried.... I mean, well, I can be kind of a dork.” You scoffed and looked at him incredulously. 

“A dork? Do you see yourself?! Who on earth... you’re a walking Korean Ken doll okay? You could be the biggest nerd on the planet and I don’t think it would bother anyone. Certainly not me.” Chan looked down at himself. He was in such a hurry when he left since he was late, he really hadn’t taken a good look at the outfit he had put on. He was usually in gym clothes or sweats and hoodies, baggy clothes that didn’t show his body at all. He hadn’t even thought about what he looked like in the outfit Felix had picked him, he had just hoped he looked nice. Apparently, Felix had chosen well by your words. Chan laughed a little nodding. 

“Fair enough but never the less I hurt your feelings so I should apologize.” You shook your head and furrowed your brow. 

“You didn’t-” Chan raised one of his perfect eyebrows at you. 

“Sarah texted me when you were in the bathroom.” Oh you were going to kill her. 

“Oh.” You looked down and picked at your finger nails. 

“Even if she hadn’t though, I... noticed a little mascara under your eyes when you came back from the bathroom.” You buried your head in your hands hiding your face as it turned red in embarrassment. 

“If I made you cry y/n I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m just... I’m really shy and it’s worse around pretty women.” You rolled your eyes and huffed a hard breath out. 

“Right. Okay your apology is accepted but you don’t have to pander to me.” Chan didn’t know what you meant. 

“Wha... pander?” You pressed your fingers into your eyes. 

“Yes. You can say you’re not attracted to me. It was just one blind date together. I’ll survive.” Chan thought he was doing a good job at expressing how sorry he was for giving you the wrong impression. Clearly, he wasn’t doing as good of a job as he’d thought. 

“I... I’m not pandering.” His tone changed, his voice was quieter, his eyes were cast down at his steering wheel and he wrung his hands. 

“I’ve been nervous since Sarah said she had a friend she wanted me to meet. She knows I don’t go out so if she was suggesting I meet a friend of hers, I knew it was probably going to be someone worthwhile. I trust Sarah. I am attracted to you y/n. Very much so and if you’ll give me a second chance, I’d like to actually talk some, get to know you, and maybe... go out again?” He wanted to see you again, after that disaster of a date?! 

“You want to go out again?” You asked shocked and he nodded looking at you hopeful. 

“Can I be frank with you?” Chan asked and you shook your head. 

“I saw you through the window as I was walking up and I thought, God whoever she’s there with is a lucky bastard. I was positive I was not that lucky bastard. Then I walked in and the hostess pointed right over at your table and I realized holy shit! I am! You’re so beautiful y/n and I have no doubt if your friends with Sarah you’re a good person. Sarah doesn’t have the patience to deal with assholes. Well except me.” You put your hand on Chan’s, he looked over at you again and you shook your head at him. 

“You’re not an asshole.” Chan smiled at you and his dimples popped out making you smile back. 

“Look, I know it wasn’t the original date but I have a little roof top garden and a bottle of wine. If you want to come up, we can sit and talk for a little while? Get to know each other?” Chan’s smile grew times ten, scrunching his eyes up into little crescents. 

“Absolutely! I’d love to!” You both got out of the car and you lead Chan to your building. When you walked into your condo you kicked off your heels and let your hair down. Chan couldn’t help but watch your every move, just being in your space, you already seemed more relaxed. When you looked over and noticed him staring at you butterflies erupted in your stomach. When Chan saw you look he started scanning the room like he had been looking at the décor of your apartment and you smiled to yourself a bit. 

“Would you mind grabbing the wine from the fridge while I get the glasses?” Chan’s attention was drawn back to you by your question and he nodded. 

“Oh sure!” Chan followed you into your kitchen and grabbed the wine like you asked, when he turned back around he saw you reaching on your tip toes for the glasses that were just out of your reach. Your dress riding up a bit exposing more of your thighs and he was distracted for a split second before he came up behind you and reached up easily with his long arms. Chan grabbed two of them between his fingers by the stem. He was so close to you so he could reach them; his chest pressed up against you. You could feel his warmth of his exposed chest against your back and smell his cologne again. 

“Here, I’ve got these too. You lead the way.” You were blushing when he stepped back and smiled at him. You led him through your living room grabbing the throw blanket off the back of your couch on the way out. 

“Just in case, sometimes it can get a little breezy up there.” You slid on your house shoes, opened the window to your fire escape, and lead Chan up to the section of the roof you were permitted your garden. He stepped through a latticed arch way and it was like he was in a mini paradise in the middle the city. Chan couldn’t believe it. 

“You... you did all this?!” You nodded shyly. 

“I don’t really do much to it these days honestly, it kind of takes care of its self for the most part now.” Chan’s eyes were overwhelmed by the colors of the flowers the way they weaved together creating a private oasis. In the middle was a wide flat swing with an overstuffed cushion. You walked over to it and tossed the blanket on before crawling on yourself. 

“Give me those and you get on.” Chan handed you the bottle and then the glasses and kicked off his shoes as he climbed on to the unusual swing. When he got settled, he looked at you and smiled the biggest toothy smile. It made you melt inside. He grabbed the bottle of wine and started to open it, pouring you both a glass. 

“What even is this thing?” Chan laughed. 

“It’s just a swing. I come up here to read and stargaze, think, I like doing those things laying down so...” You motioned to the swing and Chan nodded in understanding. 

“I love it.” He exclaimed. You blushed as Chan put the cork back in the bottle and leaned over to set it on the ground. You handed him one of the glasses and then the conversation just seemed to flow out of the two of you. Careers, hobbies, siblings, what you envisioned with your futures, you talked about everything. As the two of you talked you both got more comfortable, more relaxed, sitting closer together. Then Chan’s hand sneakily found yours and he gently played with your fingers as you both continued on and on, music, movies, books. You started getting cold and Chan put the blanket you brought around your bare shoulders, then mustered up all his courage and put his arm around you too, warming you. Your cheeks flushed and you smiled leaning into his body more and you both continued to talk.  

Eventually Chan’s legs were stretched out and he was leaning back on his hands looking up at the stars. You were curled up with the blanket your head resting on one of his thighs looking up at the night sky too. Somehow you both were still asking questions, laughing, learning about each other’s likes and dislikes. It had been the most tense, awkward date in the beginning and now all you could think about was how you had probably never been so comfortable around a date, ever. You noticed your phone light up and grabbed it pressing the button, lighting up the screen. 

“Oh wow! It’s midnig- Oh shit. Do you have missed texts and calls from Sarah?” Chan grabbed his phone and looked. 

“Yeap. We’re in big trouble I’m guessing.” You nodded and pressed the call button by her name. It rang once, maybe, and she answered. 

“What the hell!? I’ve been worried sick!” You felt bad that you had forgotten to text her and let her know you were okay. 

“I’m sorry! Chan brought me home and we’re up in the garden having some wine and we lost track of time. I’m so sorry I made you worry Sarah.” She was instantly calmer knowing you were okay and even happier that it sounded like you and Chan had finally clicked. 

“Wait, he’s still there?” She asked with a hint of suggestion in her voice. 

“Yeeeaaasss....” That was all you said with Chan sitting right there. 

“Mhmm. Be safe, have fun.” You rolled your eyes and hung up on your friend. Chan smiled at you and it was as if stars had fallen from the sky and into his eyes. 

“Why do you look at me like that?” Chan’s smile transformed into a smirk. 

“Like what?” You shrugged unsure of how to word it. 

“Like... I’m so... interesting to you.” Chan scooted in closer to you again and twirled a bit of your hair between two fingers. 

“You are interesting y/n...” You nudged him shaking your head, not accepting the non-answer. 

“I look at you like that y/n. Because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I saw exactly why Sarah thought I would like you as soon as I laid eyes on you and now getting to really talk to you, getting to know you, I knew I was right to trust her. You’re talented and intelligent, kind hearted and I just really feel like I grazed over that beautiful part at first.” Your face got warm. You couldn’t help but smile and you were about to look away when Chan cupped your face, leaned in, and kissed you gently. You were surprised at first. Even with the hand holding and cuddling, you hadn’t really expected him to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, you leaned into them. He pulled back quickly keeping it respectful. 

“I’m sorry I... I just had to do that once tonight.” You smiled and pushed a piece of Chan’s hair that had fallen forward back before running your fingers softly down the side of his face and holding his strong jaw in your palm looking into his beautiful deep brown eyes. 

“Only once?” The dimple popping smile appeared on his face before he leaned in and kissed you again. This time both of your lips parted and slotted together. He tasted like the wine you both had drank. The tip of his tongue teased your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss as your fingers carded through his hair and you held on. The two of you carried on for a bit. Lips and tongues battling for dominance, hands roaming over clothes until Chan pulled away. 

“I’m sorry. I am, I’m trying to be respectful. I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to pressure you but if we keep at this I... I might just lose my mind.” You sat up on your knees moving closer to Chan letting the blanket fall off your shoulders. You ran your hands across his broad shoulders, sliding your fingers up his neck and into his hair at the nape of his neck, you leaned in kissing him again. Chan closed his eyes and kissed you back. You started to lay back, pulling Chan on top of you. When he realized what you were doing, he stopped again. 

“y/n... we don’t... I didn’t say that so you would-” You pulled him down into another kiss silencing him before stopping and looking him in the eyes. 

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t normally act like this but you are not pressuring me Chan. Anything we do tonight is because we both want to. Okay?” Chan shook his head before leaning down and tentatively kissing you again. It didn’t take long for your make out session to get heated again. Chan’s lips traveled down your jaw and neck leaving a warm wet trail of kisses against your skin. Chan’s lips met yours again in a fiery kiss and when his hips involuntarily pressed into yours you moaned into the kiss. 

“God you are so beautiful... you sound so sexy... can’t believe... can’t believe I’m touching you, kissing you...” Chan said between kissing you. Your hands went under Chan’s blazer and pushed it off.  

“More... fuck... please... more Chan.” Chan pulled at the top of your dress, pulling it down and freeing your full breasts, pleasantly surprised to find you braless. He stopped and looked at you before touching you, wanting to be sure you were okay with every step of what was happening. You gave Chan a little nod and his big hands cupped your bare breasts as he attacked your neck and chest with his lips and teeth. Your fingers found purchase in his hair again and tugged a bit when his pouty lips wrapped around one of your nipples and sucked on it. When it was perked and hard Chan let go and ran his flattened tongue over it. 

“Chan that feels really good. God!” He hummed around your other nipple as he sucked on it, then let go and teased it with the tip of his tongue. 

“You taste so good baby girl.” Your core throbbed at the sudden use of the pet name. He looked at you and raised that perfect eye brow at you again. 

“Could... could I taste... more?” Your legs instinctively wanted to press together at the idea of Chan’s head between your thighs. Your face and chest started turning red. 

“You mean...” Chan was not about to mince words anymore after the first half of the date. 

“I wanna go down on you. Will you let me eat you out? You don’t have to do anything to me, I just...” 

“Yes.” Chan stopped rambling immediately. 

“Yea?” You bit your bottom lip and nodded, smiling at him. Chan crawled down, his hands running down your body over your dress. When he got to the hem at the bottom, he gathered it under his thumbs and slowly started pushing the skirt up, exposing your white lacy panties. A wet patch already visible making them a little see-through allowing Chan a glimpse of your slit. You had never been so happy you had waxed as his fingers traced up your panties before hooking into them and sliding them down and off. You pressed your legs together and your hands came down covering yourself. Chan ran his hands gently up and down your soft thighs giving them a little squeeze.  

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you really are y/n?” You shook your head no biting your lips nervously. Chan grabbed your hands moving them away and spreading your legs so he could see how wet you were for him and then smirked. 

“Let me show you.” His lips made contact with your throbbing sex and it made your hips jerk. One of Chan’s hands splayed out on your soft tummy holding your down as his other reached and teased one of your nipples. 

“God! Chan! Oh my god that feels...” before you could tell him how well he was doing his lips puckered around your clit and he hummed in delight at the sounds you made when he started sucking on it. Between him sucking on your clit and the vibrations from him humming, you couldn’t help but try and grind up against his face, even as he firmly held you down. His free hand traveled back down your plush skin before spreading your lips. Chan stuck his tongue out and started going back and forth between a quick flicking motion with the tip and flat wet stripes before gently sucking your clit again. You gripped the cushion of the swing tightly as you felt the string inside you tighten. 

“I’m... I’m gonna... Chan... please. Don’t, don’t stop.” Your words were a breathy whisper as you begged him to push you over the precipice. He grunted with no intention on stopping, in fact your pleas made him eager to get you to your climax that much faster. The way he started going at your pussy was messy but with precision and with a flick of his tongue your world exploded. 

“Ooooooh my... fuck. Chan... fuck. I’m coming!” He slowed down and continued kissing and licking you as you twitched and shuddered through the remnants of your orgasm. When you relaxed and let out a deep breath Chan climbed back up next to you and smiled looking down at you flustered and blushing from coming. His fingers traced across your breasts gently, teasing your nipples. 

“That was so sexy baby girl. I love the way you sound when you moan my name.” He kissed your neck by your ear and it tickled, making you turn your head and look at him. He pushed a few stray hairs out of your face and you leaned up and kissed him. You sat up, gently pushing Chan to lay back and he pulled away from the kiss as you started to get between his legs. 

“You don’t have to...” You made him lay back and straddled his thighs as you started undoing the buttons of his vest, pushing it open but not off and running your hands down Chan’s firm chest and abs stopping at the waist of his pants. 

“Chan? Do you want a blow job?” Your fingers toyed with his belt a little. He swallowed hard and his ears turned bright red as he shook his head. 

“Yes. Please.” You unbuckled his belt, undid the button of his pants, slid his zipper down and Chan’s heart was already ready to beat out of his chest. You grabbed on to the waist of his pants and underwear and Chan lifted his hips up so you could pull them down. His cock sprung free from his briefs and was already so hard from just the thought of your mouth on it. You tossed Chan’s pants and underwear aside a little and kneeled next to him. He sat up a little, his fingers weaved through your hair and pulled you into another kiss. As he was distracted by kissing you your fingers gently wrapped around his shaft. Chan broke the kiss as his head fell back between his shoulders. 

“So soft. Your hands are so soft.” You squeezed him gently and started to stroke him a bit. He was the perfect size, fit nicely in your hand and above average length. You really wanted to know what he tasted like. You leaned over his cock and let a little spit drip from your mouth onto the head and spread it down his length. Chan groaned and laid the rest of the way back as you took him into your warm mouth. 

“Mmyes your mouth feels so fucking good.” He looked down at you and gathered all of your hair up, holding it away from your face so he could see his cock disappearing into your mouth again and again. Your head bobbed and Chan helped set the rhythm as you struggled to take him deeper. 

“Stick your tongue out baby, you’ll be able to take more. Fuck! You’re sucking me so well beautiful.” You did as Chan said and stuck your tongue out allowing a little extra room in the back of your throat for his cock. You gagged a little and pulled off. He kept your hair pulled back out of your face as you looked up at him and stroked him. He grabbed your hand stopping you before he came. Chan sat up and pulled you into another passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth immediately. He held your face and pushed his plump lips against yours softly again and again.  

“I... I want you y/n. If you don’t want to, if this is as far as you want to go tonight, that’s fine but... just... FUCK I really want you baby girl.” He grabbed your hand and weaved his fingers through yours looking at the intertwined limbs as he confessed how badly he wanted you. You pushed his hair back out of his face again. It was messy from you running your fingers through it before and his edges were starting to curl a bit from the light sweat on his forehead and temples. You ran your hand down the side of his face and he closed his eyes. 

“Do you have a condom?” It was a whisper but Chan heard it clearly. His eyes shot back open and he looked at you to make sure he actually heard what he was sure he had. You sat there on your knees your dress bunched around your midsection, biting your lip giving Chan the sweetest doe eyes. He took in every inch of you, every soft curve, every plush bit of flesh exposed to his eyes was drank in. He shook his head and you quirked an eyebrow at him. 

“Not that I thought... well I just... I was a boy scout. Always prepared you know?” You laughed a little. 

“It’s okay, grab it?” Chan relaxed again and leaned over, grabbing his slacks and pulling 3 foil wrappers out of his pocket and tearing one off, tossing the others to the side. You laid back and spread your legs looking at Chan and he was certain he’d died and gone to heaven. 

“I want you Chan. Please.” He wasn’t going to make you beg, no. He ripped the condom open and rolled it down his length before grabbing your soft hips and pulling you closer so that he was nestled in between your thick thighs. You looked down and watched as Chan grabbed his cock and rubbed the head through your folds, collecting your arousal before slowly pushing the tip inside you. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as you watched him slowly bury himself into you until his hips were flush against yours. 

“Fuck! So tight, fuck! I need a second.” You nodded and ran your hands up and down Chan’s abs trying to help him relax a little. He closed his eyes and slowly started thrusting into you and it felt divine. His length and curve made it so he easily hit your g spot. Chan’s rhythm picked up and he grabbed a hold of your dress using it for leverage as he fucked you harder. Your breasts bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours. 

“Feel so good Chan fuck! Harder, please!” Chan grabbed one of your breasts with his free hand, still gripping your dress around your midsection tightly, pulling you back on to his cock in tandem with every push of his hips. It felt so good but you knew you wouldn’t be able to cum like that. 

“Chan, need... fuck!” Chan slowed down rolling his hips as he continued to fuck you. 

“Need what baby girl what do you need?” You pulled him down to kiss you and welcomed his tongue tasting you again. His hips pushed into you deeper and deeper making it difficult to form the words. 

“Top... on top.” Chan smiled down at you, half fucked out underneath him. 

“You wanna ride my cock beautiful?” You nodded. 

“Fuck! Yes please!” Chan pulled out of you and laid back on the swing patting his hips. 

“Come on and ride it then baby girl.” You sat up and straddled Chan’s waist reaching back, aligning his cock with your entrance and sinking down almost taking him fully. His hands gripped your plump ass and eased you down on him the rest of the way. 

“Oh my god Chan! Yes! Fuck!” Chan squeezed your ass and started grinding you back and forth on his dick.  

“Such a good girl, fuck! Riding me so well beautiful. Does it feel good?” You braced yourself, putting your palms flat against Chan’s abs as your started riding him on your own. His hands now resting on your full hips as he watched his cock disappear between your thick ass thighs. His cock hit your g spot perfectly and the added pressure to your clit from grinding against his pubic bone had your pussy dripping. It was wet and messy and hot. 

“So fucking full Chan, you fill me up so good!” Chan gripped your dress that was still bunched up around you, lifted you, lifted his hips and started fucking you hard from below. 

“Cum for me baby girl. Let me hear you moan my name with that pretty voice again. Cum for me beautiful.” The next snap of Chan’s hips up into you sent you reeling into the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. Chan lowered his hips and you and helped your grind against him riding out your climax for as long as possible. Chan couldn’t take his eyes off you, flushed, chewing your bottom lip, full of his cock and softy, slowly rotating your hips in circles as you came down. His finger-tips rubbing you gently up and down your sides as your body buzzed.  

Chan cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip before gently pushing it in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked, swirling your tongue, giving it a similar treatment to what his cock had gotten earlier and you could feel him twitch inside you. You were locked on Chan’s dark lust hazed eyes as he chewed his lip and watched you suck on his thumb. He gently pushed down on your tongue making your mouth open a little so he could see the pink muscle inside. 

“Can I cum right here baby girl?” He let the pressure off your tongue and you wrapped your lips around the digit again, gently taking it between your teeth as you nodded your head. Chan pulled his thumb out of your mouth and held your waist as he sat up and laid you back down. Chan pulled his cock out and pulled the condom off before crawling up by your head and getting on his knees.  

“Open up for me beautiful let me see your tongue.” You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out flat as Chan spit in his hand and started stroking the head of his cock fast. When he was close he started working his shaft, pushing his tip down towards your tongue, ready to cum in your mouth. Without warning you wrapped your pretty lips around the head of his cock and sucked as you rubbed your tongue firmly against the sensitive spot at the base of his tip and hummed. 

“FUCK I’m gonna cum!” You sealed your lips around the head of Chan’s cock firmly as warm thick cum filled your mouth. He twitched and jerked as you sucked every drop he had to offer. When he pulled his cock out he saw his load of cum in your mouth for just a second before you swallowed it and laid there utterly fucked out of your mind. Chan ran his hand through your hair, leaned down and kissed you before laying down next to you and pulling you in close to his chest. You leaned over for a moment and he wasn’t sure what you were doing until you pulled the blanket you had brought up over the two of you and nuzzled back into Chan’s embrace. You both laid there looking at the stars, holding each other in the most comfortable silence of the entire night before Chan broke the silence. 

“So what are my chances at a second date?” You looked up at him, shook your head and laughed. 

“I’d say pretty good.”   

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all for nothing | masterlist

“first time that i met you, i didn’t have a damn clue that i love everything about you; now i can’t think of life without you.”

♡ spotify playlist

—summary: after experiencing heartbreak and betrayal, hyunjin has become incredibly closed off and reserved. he hated opening up to people, nor did he think the time or effort was worth it. but when hyunjin meets you, he finally realizes the importance of having someone by your side throughout all the ups and downs of life.

—pairing: hyunjin x f. reader

—genre: (18+) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—general warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, jealousy, insecurities - additional warnings will be posted for each chapter.

—release: september ‘22

♡ table of contents ;

one: quiet

two: partners

three: hitting a nerve

four: worth a try

five: who eats sweet potato?

↘︎ extra: we’re waiting for you!

six: 5k and starving

seven: two can be better than one

eight: a thing or two with brownies

nine: late night drive

ten: corals

eleven: fear of the unknown

twelve: riding the waves

↘︎ extra: favorite boys

thirteen: three cones, please

Chan Drabble ✍🏼💭

imagine calling Chan, “Sir.”

at first, he wouldn’t say anything because it was innocent at first. He’d ask you to do something and you would roll your eyes and sarcastically remark, “Yes, sir.” And walk away. You didn’t notice it then, but he’d clench his hands at his sides and his jaw would clench.

He didn’t like when his friend, who was only supposed to be a friend, called him, “sir.”

eventually, the line between lovers and friends began to blur. One day, you catch Chan in an off mood. “Hey, can you please hand me my headphones? They’re on the other side of you.” He gestures to the side of the couch where you were sitting. You glance away from your phone to see that his headphones were indeed sitting right there.

You don’t move your head as you look back at him, “Why didn’t you just grab them before you started messing with your computer?” You roll your eyes. You return to scrolling through your social media as Chan sighs and gets to his feet. He’d had enough of people smarting off at him today, and he had about enough of you doing it as well.

“Can you hand them to me, please?” You groan, snatching the tech off the surface of the small side table and thrust your hand out to his awaiting palm, “Here you go, sir.” You rolled you eyes and continued to scroll through your phone.

Chan does not move.

he blinks down at his palm, eye twitching. You really had to go and break the last damn bit of patience he had, didn’t you?

He wordlessly tosses his headphones onto the seat where he just was, turning to look back at you. You don’t look at him for a moment, until you realize that he hadn’t returned to his seat. You take your eyes slowly up his frame, “Can I help you?” You scoff.

Chan quickly swipes your phone from your hand, “Hey!” You’re quick to chase it, “Give me back my-” the hand your throat makes you stop. You look into Chans eyes, and you see that he is not playing.

“When I ask you to do something,” his voice his low, sending shivers straight down your spine, “I expect you to do it.” His mouth is dangerously close to yours. “Without the snarky, Sir, attached.” You gulp, eyeing him. You secretly discovered the nerve that you seem to strike in him when you said that word, seeing this as another opportunity to get at him, you open your mouth.

“Or what, Sir?” He takes a long, deep breath, his eyes closed for a moment. Chan slowly reopened his eyes, glaring at you. “You’re about to find out.”

Mica it's insane how everything you write turns out to be gold.

The Guy Next Door | hhj

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐦𝐚𝐧.❞

↳ Interim chapter ½ of The Guy Next Door: should be read after chapter 6. Interims are optional therefore not crucial to the main storyline but do provide extra context and background on side characters, their arcs and sub-plots.

↳ Minho x Jisung focused, other characters included/referenced 

↳ 8.3k

! Strong language, mxm, film student Jisung, porn star Minho, angst and tension, background/history on Jisung, explicit sexual content, pining, alcohol consumption, frequent reference to pornography, filming, voyeurism and exhibitionism, a shared pornography experience, so much soft praise and validation, wet and messy making out, anal sex, Jisung just worships Minho and it’s so endearing, mild dacryphilia, dirty talk, the start of something dangerously beautiful, adult themes throughout !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「Chapter 1」  「Contents List」  「© January 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

Jisung loves sex.

The sight of it, the smells of it, the meaning of it (or lack of). How it may be used as an artful representation of humanity or conversely to evidence the sheer deprivation of the race; everything about sex appeals to Jisung and so will never escape his clutches.

Save for one thing most bafflingly; the actual having of it.

Scenarios where that would have been possible have done well to elude him for the duration of his young adult life, and when Jisung thinks back on the hormonally driven hellscape that was high school, he supposes that’s probably to blame.

Jisung’s sexuality was no secret or hard-to-swallow pill. He knew, from an earlier age than most, that his attraction to both sexes wasn’t something he could combat, and neither was his personality something he could alter.

Jisung was built to operate at intense, wired to act and speak and exist at a pace beyond most people’s comprehension or level of tolerance. Life ran fast for him, as did his brain, and growing up it was never treated as a problem. Jisung’s adoptive mother—his favourite person before God gave him the tripod—was a believer in positive reinforcement, accepted him for who he was and catered to Jisung’s eccentric whims at a level perhaps thought extreme by any other parent, but it worked for her, for them, and that surely had to be all that mattered. The love of Jisung’s mother was unwavering enough that he oftentimes forgot he was a product of someone else, even aspired to follow in her high-heeled footsteps and become a lawyer before other interests claimed him.

It was only in stepping into high school that his small, rose-coloured world was blown open, and he quickly came to learn getting too physically close to his peers made him ‘the freak that doesn’t respect personal space’, that sharing facts he’d learned from the Nat Geo documentary he watched the night before made him ‘that rude asshole that always interrupts’, that dressing in the bright colours he liked made him ‘the attention seeking bi’.

Still; Jisung was never one to take it to heart. His mother would tell him he was surrounded by bubble wrap; could withstand the knocks and bumps with unexpected resilience while staying warm at his core. He supposed she was probably right, if only because the alternative was simply too dire to consider should he ever let it all get to him.

And as high school life ticked by and Jisung became slowly accustomed to the idea of never really having friends, of never getting to date, of trying to be okay with being perpetually misunderstood, something inexplicable happened.

Sophie happened.

Jisung met Sophie during art class, their mutual admiration of each other’s mindless doodles forming the beginning of a friendship. She was accepting of his sexuality and everything else about him, encouraging him to be himself and to pay no mind to the cruelty of other kids; they just didn’t get him, she said. Not like she did. Sophie understood him, Jisung thought, and so they spent a lot of time in each other’s company, in each other’s bedrooms, whereby the friendship naturally transformed to something not nearly as platonic. Jisung fully believed this was his good luck finally coming through; his big high school break, the one he always hoped would come. So content was he with the relationship that he found no reason to question Sophie’s apparent reluctance to take the next step of intimacy; Jisung supposed it would come when the time was right, that he could get by until then.

Things were going well, he thought, one thing leading to another in the manner one would expect; until it didn’t.

When Jisung discovered Sophie was cheating on him, it was by accident. He’d trained himself to tune out locker room talk—such concentrated levels of testosterone in one place gave him cystic acne breakouts—yet it was the use of a single word that piqued his attentions that afternoon.

‘Slut’.

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pairing: nextdoorneighborChan x singlemomreader

genre: neighbors to lovers, fluff

rating: T/PG13 (mildly suggestive in some parts)

word count: ~3000

warnings: kissing, some language, some suggestion (references to chan imagining reader), posing for a camera (is this a warning? maybe? it’s chan posing, so yeah), somewhat proofread so I’ll apologize for the mistakes.

a/n: this is fluffy. massively fluffy fluff and a quick thank you to @jl-micasea-fics and @sasseone​ for reassuring me this wasn’t the worst thing ever. 

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Of all things that Chan may have been expecting on Saturday morning, a knock on the door at 8am is not it. He’s just gotten out of the shower and throws on a pair of jeans to attempt to be decent (his sister Hannah would say that he’s never decent) and shuffles to the door, opening it without checking the peephole (what type of dangerous person would actually be at his door this early?).

“Hi?”

His next door neighbor, you, who owns the cute little cottage next door to his basic A-frame house, stands on his stoop, eyes wide and hair a mess. You wear cut-off shorts and a peasant top, rumpled like the rest of you.

“Is Gaeul okay?” he immediately asks at your distraught state. Your son, all of ten years old is often a frequent visitor at Chan’s when he takes to working on his car in the driveway, mowing the lawn, or cooking out on his grill. Gaeul is a bundle of questions about everything and in the six months that you and your son have lived next door, Chan’s life has grown far more colorful.

“What?” Your eyes shoot up to his.

He works on hiding the ego boost at the fact that you’ve been staring at his bare chest since he’d opened the door. He’s never been into single moms before, but he can admit (without doing a damn thing about it) that he’s into you.

“Oh. Gaeul’s fine. He had a sleepover last night and they’re going to the zoo. No, I need you.”

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