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Draft

This one is a draft I have been working on. Include a lot of thoughts and procrastination. Not finished, of course.

For my tulips

She would be there too, just so you know

You. His fiancée. 

His cousin's words played again in his mind when his assistant reminded him of a charity ball that required his attendant tonight. Of course you would be at the charity ball, playing your part of a good-mannered, elegant conglomerate's daughter, and keeping the reputation of your family. 

He couldn’t help but scoff when the thought of you crossed his mind. And then he wonders, why did he hold grudge against you despite the fact that you guys rarely crossed paths, and that you actually haven't done or said something bad about him? Maybe it's how you always be obedient, never question your parents' or your brother's words. Maybe it's how you effortlessly navigated high society despite your quiet nature (or so he heard). Or maybe it's how you didn't say much but managed to get everyone enamoured by your presence, how you didn't miss the fun while managed to ace your study and even graduated early. 

How you're so perfect. 

And he hates that you fit so well in the elite society when he can't find himself liking anything related to it and really fit in. 

And that-

"Are you going to sit here and brood all day, dear brother?"

His sister's voice broke the silence, disrupting his trail of thoughts. 

He sighed, standing up to face her, an annoyed expression pains his face. Although he really loved his sister and could do many things for her, she's too much sometimes.

"Didn't my assistant tell you that I don't want to be bothered?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the ache that was threatening to break his head.

"Yes, he did. But I don't care." she made a beeline to his desk and quickly grabbed his phone while trying to drag him toward the door.

"What do you want now?" 

"Y/N and her brother will come tonight! And you have to make a good impression. No, perfect impression. And I'm making sure of it" she chirps in excitement. 

"Don't you have an appointment with your stylist?" he calmly replied 

"Oh. Yeah, I have to go now, but I already picked out your outfit. You have to wear it!"

And with that, his sister hastily made her way out of his office after handing him his phone back. The echo of her telling his assistant where she puts his attire for tonight's ball.

He looked down to his watch and stepped back to his desk, intending to bury himself in piles of documents so that he would no longer think about this.

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You were lying on a cozy spa bed with the fragrant herbal face mask applied on your skin, listening to your childhood friend rambling about her plans for your vacation.

“So you will spend the summer home and then go back to England?” she wondered, looking at her freshly manicured hand.

“That’s the plan. But it depends on how things turn out here” you muttered. Your mind went back to what your brother had previously said. 

You would spend your summer here at home to unwind, and to learn more about your fiance. If you still not interested in him, then you could break your engagement, and you were free to go back to England to pursue your academic goals, or wherever you want to go.

“He really told you that? And you agreed?” your friend cocked her eyebrows

“I don’t see any problem with that. Besides,how much feeling I can develop for a person in the matter of a few months? This isn’t movies”

“You don’t know that. Chris is very charismatic” your friend leaned toward you, a teasing grin on her face.

Christopher Bang. Your fiance. 

The engagement was made even before your birth with the friendship of your families and promises of stocks and investments. And despite being engaged to each other, you haven’t met many times. The only time you remembered meeting him was at your parents’ anniversary when you guys were introduced to each other, barely holding conversation but exchanging pleasantries.

But oddly enough, you remembered his appearance. His face with a touch of boyishness and youth of one at the ripe age of 20. He was wearing a three piece suit in deep navy blue with matching tie and sapphire cufflinks. His expression distant and cold, made you wonder if he hated you or it was just general annoyance to people.

My name is Christopher

You wondered what he’s like now.

“Looking good?” your friend spoke up, showing you her nails, now all adorned with little bows and gems

“Anyway, the auction tonight has that painting you like. But I guess it’ll be difficult for you to obtain it. But why do you want it anyways?” she said, leaning on the armrest of the divan, seemingly bored

“Birthday present for Hyunjin” you stretched out your arms, stood up from the spa bed

“Come come, or we’ll be late”

The manager came greeting the two of you with the scent of cedarwood. You lifted your hand to your nose as the too pungent scent hit your senses. She offered gifts and compliments you two with a rigid customer service smile, obviously wanting to secure new potential patrons.

I'm here to find a fic again=))

It was a ot8 x reader fic. Reader was in need of money so she part took in a reality show about dating name red lights. She was the main character of the show, the other participants was ot8 and they all knew her.

Please drop me the link should you come across it!!!

cuddling skz headcanons—

genre: fluff

warnings: none

written by: 🥺 + 🐝

relationship(s): bang chan x reader/ lee know x reader/ changbin x reader/ hyunjin x reader/ han x reader/ felix x reader/ seungmin x reader/ jeongin x reader

bang chan

you two would lay with ur head on his chest with his arms wrapped around you

would probably smell like soap and vanilla and oh man you'd fall asleep SO goddamn fast

chris isn't a great sleeper so he'd probably just lay with his eyes closed and listen to your breathing

would probably smell ur hair lets be real

minho

he's basically a cat in that he likes affection on his terms and his terms ONLY

catboy minho rights

idk would probably just do it unconsciously??

like he'd fall asleep next to you and snuggle into your side

DO NOT move if you value your life

changbin

very into skinship

he's tiny but he loves to be big spoon

loves to be close to you so would just like,, hold u rlly tightly and tangle ur legs together

he'd also be the type to tickle you a little whilst giggling

but he's vv strong so like,, there's no escape

(good luck)

hyunjin

loves lying with you on ur back and him laying on top of you (rip)

would love love LOVE it if u played with his hair bc its gotten so long recently and it'd be sososo easy

he'd hum and sigh contentedly until he fell asleep

would probably whisper "baby?" every now and again and every time u ask what he wants he just wouldn't reply

his breath on ur neck is vv tickly (is that a word idk) but you cannot move so uhhh yeah have fun

jisung

DEFINITELY little spoon

no i do not take constructive criticism

would take ur hands and hold them to his chest

would make cheesy jokes about his heart racing whenever ur near him

twist around every now and again to ask for a kiss and if ur asleep no you're not❤️

he would nudge you to wake u up like "i want kithes😡😡"

felix

you guys cuddle facing eachother

but he loves skinship so he'd hold ur hands and play with ur fingers

would probably fall asleep quite quickly and you would HAVE to admire him bc i mean,, look at him,, it's lixie,,, he's gorgeous

you'd probably count his freckles and he'd giggle and tell you that it tickles

but if he's super tried and trying to sleep he'd be like "stop clogging my pores dude and gO TO SLEEP"

seungmin

would let u lay on his arm

he'd most likely run his hands through ur hair then cup ur face

probably listens to music to go to sleep (and by music i mean day6)

so you'd share a pair of earphones or airpods or whatever and he'd probably sing along quietly

which, in itself, is literal heaven

i love seungmin bye

jeongin

lil baby wants to be the big spoon bc he's a MAN

LOVES it if u wears his t-shirts/ hoodies so would just give it to you like "wear this ☺️☺️"

he'd snuggle up against ur back and nuzzle his face into ur neck

which would make u giggle and the lil shit would just do it more

but we love cuddly jeongin in this household

dating skz headcanons—

written by: 🐝

genre: pure, tooth-rotting fluff

warnings: none

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bang chan

• pretends not to notice when u take his hoodies bc he secretly loves it sosososo much

• he calls u baby and u call him sweetheart 💘💘

• chan wants to marry u so bad ,,

• im not even kidding

• he has a ring picked out and everything

• will give u piggybacks bc he’s rlly strong and wants u to hold onto him tightly and needs an excuse

• chan is buff as hell but wbk

• omg boyfriend!chan is just 😙👌

minho

• matching/coordinating outfits!!

• minho is more reserved about pda, but when ur alone he’s a huge cuddlebug and might actually squeeze u to death with all of his love.

• definitely the jealous type but refuses to let it get in the way of ur relationship bc he doesn’t want to lose u

• we stan a healthy relationship 😌😌

• congratulations ur now step-parent to 3 cats!!

• for real tho,, soonie, doongie, and dori love u,,,

• u and minho baby them sm

changbin

• u call him binnie and he calls u peanut 🥺🥺🥺

• he looks tough but he’s actually the softest boy ever

• brb just sobbing about soft!changbin

• will pepper ur face with kisses every time he holds u in his arms,, he’s so jacked u can’t escape,,,

• not that ur mad abt it tho

• changbin getting buff is the least of ur problems

• what IS a problem is stopping him from fighting every person that mildly inconveniences u

• “ugh my teacher shortened the deadline for the essay, i’m not sure i’ll be able to finish it in time.”

• “dw, peanut. i’ll fight him for u.”

• “nO DONT DO THAT I’LL FAIL MY CLASS-“

• he does it out of love.

• which reminds me

• changbin definitely said ‘i love u‘ first

hyunjin

• taking!! pictures!!! of!! each!!! other!!

• i’m not even kidding. hyunjin will just take random pictures of u throughout the day and fawn over them like

• omg 🥺🥺 das my lil baby 🥺🥺🥺

• say goodbye to all the storage on ur phone lmao

• ya’ll spend 99% of ur time together touching

• and not even in the sexual way, hyunjin’s just really affectionate and doesn’t like being away from u

• skinship for days!!!

• cuddling, kisses, u name it and he will glaaaadly provide it for u

jisung

• quiet, intimate moments together are common

• he’s rlly energetic with skz bc they’re his boys, y’know?

• but with u he lives for the domesticity ya’ll have.

• like bickering when ur making dinner or washing the dishes together and listening to ur favourite music

• (im so soft for sungie rn omggg)

• he’s quite the homebody. it’s his safe place.

• jisung doesn’t want elaborate dates or days packed full of activities, he just wants quiet time with u 😙💓

• (btw he’s the most loyal and committed person alive, will definitely bark at any man, woman or child that even looks in his direction)

felix

• ya’ll clown the SHIT out of each other 🤡🤡

• “felix it is physically impossible for u to be the bigger person in this situation, ur legit only 5”7.”

• “i’m sorry?? is the unemployed person speaking???”

• it’s all in good fun tho bc u two are ACTUALLY the sweetest couple out there

• not even joking,,

• u call him sunshine and he calls u dearest

• bc u are dearest to him 🥺🥺

• gentle kisses pressed to ur temple, with his hand on the small of ur back are an everyday occurrence

• so are wake up kisses, goodnight kisses, forehead kisses, butterfly kisses...

• lixie wants kithes 😡😡

seungmin

• 💘🥰💖✨ napping together 💕💝😘❤️

• ya’ll just lay on the sofa, draped over each other, and just snooze for hours

• u call him minnie and he calls u sweetpea 🥺🥺

• likes to teach u how to play baseball

• and by teach i mean u purposely pretending not to know anything so he’ll put his arms around u to teach u how to bat properly,,

• it’s very sexy okay

• he sings to u all. the. time.

• it’s mesmerising.

• he’ll catch u gazing up at him with big puppy eyes and bursts out giggling

• i love seungmin if u couldn’t tell already (this goes for both of us kbsjsgsvbs)

jeongin

• tries to act tough to impress u

• we all know he’s babie tho ☺️☺️

• PRANK 👏 WARS 👏

• when u were sleeping he changed all the contact names in ur phone to his name.

• “what did u do to my phone?”

• 👁👄👁

• “jeongin.”

• “i didn’t do anything.”

• “really?”

• “i can’t believe u would accuse me of something i didn’t even do, it’s quite preposterous-“

• “yang jeongin. tell me why i got a text from ‘best member of stray kids, I.N’ at 2.33am asking for the answers to the math homework. i know damn well ur dumbass doesn’t go to my school.”

• 😳😳😳 “it wasn’t me.”

• in all seriousness, ya’ll are a rlly goofy, soft couple.

• he’s ALWAYS holding ur hand. no matter what.

stray kids when their s/o is pregnant with multiples—

written by: 🐝

genre: fluff

warnings: pregnancy, swearing

thank you to @mrsunshine999 for requesting this!!

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bang chan ♡

• chan’s so prepared to be a father!!

• he’s terrified, as most first time parents usually are, but he’s so so so SO excited to be having kids with you

• he’s even happier when he finds out you’re having twins

• “i want more 🥺🥺”

• “they haven’t even cOME OUT YET-“

• “could u squeeze out more babies please 🥺🥺🥺”

• chan is sosososo protective of you

• it’s really sweet actually

• he’s always touching you in some way, just wanting to make sure you and the babies nearby

• chan likes to touch ur bump

• like,, A LOT,,,

• if he could choose, he’d never let go ☺️☺️

• chan definitely spends a lot of his spare time thinking of names for ur kids

• unfortunately, neither of you can seem to agree on anything

• you both decide to wait until after the babies are born to come up with something

minho ♡

• okay so y’all are having triplets

• he’s thrilled

• get used to ridiculous name ideas tho,,

• “babe...”

• “yes, minnie?”

• “could we pleeeeaaase call the babies soonie, doongie and dori??”

• you: 😐😐😐

• minho: 👁👄👁

• “absolutely not”

• “bABE PLEASE-“

• much like chan, he’s fiercely protective of u

• if anyone so much as looks at u the wrong way, they’re getting a shoe thrown at their head

• and when ur babies are finally born he’s the same

• one of his cousins said the babies weren’t even that cute and i’m pretty sure he burst a blood vessel trying to suppress the urge to throw a table or smth 👀👀

changbin ♡

• not to roast him or anything but when the sonographer said y’all were having quadruplets he passed out,, in the middle of the sonography room,,,

• “can you check again??”

• “sir i’ve checked 1000 times, i’m certain-“

• “just chECK AGAIN-“

• once changbin got over the initial anxiety, he was over the moon about it

• “damn, is my sperm on steroids or smth??”

• “changbin pls 😭😭”

• he’s seriously caring tho

• he always makes sure you’re on time to your prenatal classes and doctors appointments

• and he’s all read up on the latest child rearing tips and tricks 😌😌😌

• but absolutely expect changbin to pop ur pregnancy ball from bouncing on it too hard

• (we all know changbin has a phat ass)

hyunjin ♡

• you were both really nervous about having triplets, but hyunjin more so than you

• mostly bc he felt so powerless

• you were carrying T H R E E babies when most people only have O N E

• so he promised himself that he’d be there for every moment of your pregnancy, holding your hand every step of the way just to make sure you never felt intimidated or alone

• 😭😭😭 don’t mind me 😭😭😭😭 just sobbing over hyunjin 😭😭😭😭😭

• he buys designer baby clothes all 👏the 👏time👏

• u try and tell him to slow down but he doesn’t listen

• “c’moooon, we’re having triplets! we’re gonna need lots of baby clothes!”

• “not designer baby clothes! they’re just gonna poop and puke all over them!”

• “idc, no child of mine will be dressing like some n00b”

jisung ♡

• ur pregnancy was quite a tough one

• you both knew it was likely gonna be that way, but that didn’t stop it from being any less difficult

• “these kids kick too damn much”

• “c’mon, it’s a good thing they’re kicking. it means they’re healthy and active.”

• “that’s not the issue, it’s that they’re kicking each other and i’m getting caught in the crossfire”

• “do you need me to have a word with them?”

• “sure?” 🤨🤨

• “hey, you two. quit fighting”

• *the babies continue to beat the crap out of each other, elliciting a groan from you”

• “don’t make me come in there! i’m your father and you will listen to me.”

• it didn’t help much but it’s the thought that counts

• (dad!jisung has me so soft 🐝)

• on a similar note, jisung ALWAYS knows how to lift ur mood when ur feeling particularly hormonal or sensitive

• whether it’s giving you a back massage and cuddles

• or just listening to you vent

• jisung tries his hardest to be a supportive presence bc having twins is a big deal and not everyone knows what ur going through

felix ♡

• being pregnant with triplets was an experience to say the absolute least

• ur pregnancy was so w e i r d

• strong!! pregnancy!!! cravings!!!!

• onion rings with strawberry jam 🤢🤢

• pickle juice and vanilla icecream 🤢🤢🤢

• apple slices and mustard 🤢🤢🤢🤢

• felix insists on cooking for u

• he’s so disgusted by ur food cravings, but pretends not to be bc ur so sensitive that any sort of criticism will have you bawling ur eyes out

• and if you start crying, so does felix

• and then everyone starts crying

• felix is sosososoSO gentle with u

• he’s very careful not to wake you in the night

• and he’ll help you put ur shoes on and get dressed when u get too big to do it on ur own

• which he loves 💕❤️

• looking after you is a big thing for felix, especially with three babies on the way

seungmin ♡

• he had this weird premonition/feeling/dream that y’all were gonna have a lot of kids

• but seungmin could NOT have comprehended that y’all were having quadruplets,,,

• he’s similar to changbin in that he was in a state of shock and disbelief when he found out (unsurprisingly) but it didn’t take long for him to get used to the idea of it

• bc quadruplet pregnancies tend to be shorter, he wanted to get all the important stuff out of the way first

• like putting together the nursery

• he enlisted the help of his group members bc there was just so much stuff to put together

• chan, hyunjin, minho and changbin got the most stuff done, whilst jisung, jeongin and felix sorta just fucked shit up

• you and seungmin sorta just watched from the sidelines like: 🤭😮

• making sure that you felt confident in yourself as a parent was really important to him

• which brings me to this cute fact: seungmin compliments and praises you ALL👏THE👏TIME👏

• “you’re so good at this!”

• “your bump looks so cute, i’m gonna rlly miss it”

• “our kids are rlly lucky to have u as their parent”

jeongin ♡

• jeongin couldn’t make it to the first scan because the weather was so awful and no bus would take him, so you went on your own and called him after to tell him the good news

• “we’re having TWO babies??? in one go???”

• “yes, innie, we’re having twins!!”

• “but I’M a baby!! can u really handle two more???”

• as much as you two both like to joke, ur pregnancy really matured him as a person

• jeongin was determined to be the best possible father for his children, no questions asked 😌😌

• so he read all the books.....

• and went to all the prenatal yoga classes.......

• and did all the things you’re supposed to do.......

• but, for jeongin, that didn’t quite feel like enough

• he only felt ready to be a parent when he spoke with his dad and grandpa, who both confided in him that they felt just as unprepared and inadequate as he did and that’s sorta just a part of being a parent

• fortunately, that gave him a lot more confidence

• and when your due date came, he handled everything so calm and confidently

Imagine waking chan up by giving him head and him praising you in his raspy morning voice calling you his pretty girl or good girl 😔

ohmygod?????you're trying to end me

18+mdni

You peel the covers back the slightest bit, exposing the rest of his torso. His hair is tousled onto the bed, the white sheet pristine beneath his skin.

He looks like an angel, genuinely glowing from within. His hips are exposed, he's still fully disrobed from last night's shenanigans. He's still coursing through your veins, his cum still inside you from the night before.

You drag your lips softly across his abs, careful not to wake him just yet. His body covers with goosebumps as you fully peel the sheet off of him. The light is barely giving light to the room, but enough to lead you to his every ridged vein in his cock.

Pressing your lips to the tip of his cock, you feel it come alive. The skin tightening, the girth filling out with every kiss you place to it. You run your fingers up his thigh gently feeling his hips swivel the tiniest bit from the friction. He's standing tall now, your eyes glowing with need.

You take him all in your mouth, feeling your cheeks hollow out and your throat burn with each deep stroke you take.

Your tongue swirls around his tip before sliding down to his balls, cupping them with your hands as you wrap your lips around them gently.

Coming back up, you watch his face twist slightly, his brow furrowing. A little moan escaping him.

"Channie, wake up baby" you whisper, letting your saliva coat your hand as you pump his length.

"Channie you're leaking, m'know you wanna cum baby."

His tip is deep burgundy and burning to explode.

"Come on baby, let me taste you," you breathe.

His cock twitches in your mouth as he suddenly is stirred awake.

"W-what? o-oh fuck" his eyes are glassy, his voice a deep rasp coated with sleep.

"I missed you Channie, needed you awake," you say between sucks.

He strokes a bundle of your hair as his sleepy eyes watch you.

"Such a pretty girl, for me, so perfect, just like that babygirl," he says it with fervor, his tongue looping his lips.

You send him deeper into your mouth, his heavy tip hitting your throat. You gag on his length and he moans, twisting his fingers through your hair.

"Baby y-you know if you do that m'gonna cum."

With a shit-eating grin masked with his cock in your mouth, you take more of him in your mouth, gagging.

"Oh fuck m'gonna cum, 'm f-fucking c-cummi-"

He's cut off by a raspy moan, hips bucking, as he spurts ropes of warm cum into your mouth. His cum hits the back of your throat as his body jerks.

You swallow all of him, climbing up his body.

"Goodmorning baby," you say as he watches you in awe.

"Fuck babygirl I thought that was a dream," he says, sitting up.

He captures your mouth in his, flipping you onto your back.

He's hovered over your naked frame, a smirk plastered on his gorgeous face as he moves down your body.

"Babygirl allow me to return the favor hm?" his nose brushes your clit as he delves in.

About me!

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Profile:

Name- Sakura

Age- 18

Ethnicity- American

Birthday- 11/26

Height- 5'4"

Zodiac Sign- Sagittarius

Relationship Status- Taken

Favorite smell- Vanilla, Cherry blossom & Lavender

Likes:

- Stray kids

- Cats

- Creative Writing

- Sketching/Writing

- Crocheting

- Sewing

- Digital art

- Learning about different cultures

- History

- Staying up late

- Listening to music

- Singing

- Reading

- Horror Movies

- True crime

Dislikes:

- Dishonesty

- Freezing weather

- People taking advantage of my kindness

- Inconsideration

- Negative, toxic people

- Big crowds

- Unsafe situation

- Chaotic rooms

- New situations

- Disrespect

- Being unprepared

- Being overlooked

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The 8 members of Stray Kids were all excitedly preparing for the 4th of July celebration tonight. Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin each had their own idea of how to celebrate. Still, there was one thing they all agreed on - spending the night with their girlfriend, Y/n.

As the sun set, the sky turned into a dazzling display of fireworks, and the members gathered around a picnic blanket, surrounded by the sparkling lights.

Jeongin snuggled closer to Y/n’s side, his head resting on her shoulder as they watched the colorful fireworks illuminate the night sky. Changbin and Han were busy lighting up some sparklers and chasing each other around the blankets, their laughter filling the air. Chan and Minho were setting up a small, makeshift barbeque, while Felix and Seungmin were arguing over the best way to roast marshmallows.

Throughout the night, the members took turns stealing kisses from Y/n, each showing her how much they cared for her in their own way. They played games, sang songs, and shared stories, enjoying each other's company as the fireworks lit up the night sky. As the fireworks came to an end, the members and Y/n curled up together, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs as they watched the final sparks fade away. Despite their varied personalities, they all agreed that the best way to celebrate the 4th of July was by spending it with each other.

The night came to an end with the members slowly drifting off to sleep one by one, their tired bodies slumped together on the blanket. Y/n looked around at her sleeping boyfriends, feeling a deep sense of contentment and love. Each one was unique, but together, they made the perfect team. As she drifted off to sleep, Y/n knew that she was lucky to have not one, but eight amazing men in her life who loved her unconditionally.

The next morning, the members woke up groggy and disheveled, their clothes rumpled from the night before. Chan stifled a yawn and looked around at his boyfriends. "How the hell did we all end up sleeping outside?"

"No idea, but my back is killing me," Minho groaned, rubbing his neck tenderly.

"Must have been the fireworks," Changbin yawned. "They were pretty late last night."

The other members mumbled their agreement, still trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. Chan stretched and turned to Y/n, who was also waking up. "Hey, sleepyhead. Did you enjoy last night?"

Y/n grinned, her hair sticking out in all directions. "Of course I did. It was the best 4th of July celebration ever."

The members chuckled, each one stealing a quick kiss from Y/n as they sat up, their legs tangled together under the blanket.

"Looks like we all had the same idea," Han teased.

Felix grinned. "Yeah, how could we resist?"

The morning was spent in a lazy, comfortable haze as the members slowly got up and started packing up their things. Despite their sore backs and sleep-deprived minds, they all felt happy and content, grateful for the simple pleasure of waking up together.

As they finished packing, Chan turned to the others with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey, who's up for a quick game of volleyball before breakfast?"

The others groaned, but they all knew they couldn't resist a game. "You're on," Minho said, rolling his eyes. And so, the members, along with Y/n, spent the morning playing a rowdy game of volleyball, their laughter and banter echoing through the air.

Despite their initial resistance, the members found themselves getting more and more into the game. The competition was fierce, with each member determined to win. Jeongin was surprisingly good at serves, while Hyunjin was a master at spiking the ball. Even Changbin and Han, notorious for their lack of competitiveness, got into the game, their usual playful banter replaced with fierce determination.

In the end, the game ended in a tie, with everyone laughing and high-fiving each other. "That was intense," Felix panted, flopping down on the grass.

Changbin grinned. "You guys are too competitive. But hey, at least I didn't lose."

Han stuck out his tongue. "You were cheating, admit it."

The members bickered good-naturedly as they caught their breaths, exhausted but happy. Y/n watched them, feeling a deep sense of affection for each of them. They were a chaotic bunch, but they were hers.

As the game winded down, the members decided to head back to the house to shower. As they walked, they continued to banter and tease each other, their playful banter never ceasing. Once they reached the house, they all went their separate ways, each one heading to their respective rooms to freshen up.

As they all finished showering and got dressed, they converged in the kitchen, hungry and ready for some breakfast. Chan was already cooking up a storm, the smell of eggs and bacon filling the air. Minho and Hyunjin set the table while Jeongin and Felix helped Chan with the cooking. Changbin and Han just sat at the counter, groaning loudly and complaining about being hungry.

As they all sat down at the table to eat, the mood was lighthearted and carefree. They teased each other about the previous night's events, laughing at the memories of their chaotic volleyball game. Y/n sat between Minho and Hyunjin, enjoying the sight of her boyfriends goofing around.

As they finished their breakfast, they all agreed that it had been a perfect 4th of July celebration, full of laughter and love. Each member looked around the table at the others, feeling grateful for the bond they shared. Despite their individual personalities and quirks, they all knew that they were stronger together than apart.

The members finished up their breakfast and helped clean up the kitchen, still chatting and joking around. Y/n smiled as she watched them, feeling a deep sense of contentment and joy. She knew that this band of misfits, the eight men who had stolen her heart, were her family. And as they continued to build their future together, she knew that they would face it head-on, hand in hand, united in their love and support for each other.

Planning a date with Chan

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯. 𝓝𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 '𝔂𝓸𝓾'.

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𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 1 𝓶𝓲𝓷 58 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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The rain patters against the window of Chan’s apartment, a gentle rhythm that fills the room with its calming sound.

He sits on the couch, his attention focused on his phone as he idly scrolls through Instagram. You sit across from him, reading a book in a plush armchair. The soft glow of the overhead lights casts a warm, cozy atmosphere over the room and a sense of tranquil peace washes over the two of you as the rain continues its serenade outside.

You look up from your book, placing a bookmark on the page you were just reading before closing your book. “Hey love, it’s raining outside.”

Chan looked up from his phone, a small smile playing on his lips at your words. “It is, isn't it?” he replies, his eyes soft as he looks towards the window, watching the water droplets dance against the glass.

“We have the day off today, don’t we? We should do something fun, even in the rain, you know?”

“What do you mean?” You ask with a questioning look.

“Well,” Chan’s smile widens as he stands up, “It’s a cliche, but there’s something romantic about kissing in the rain. We should give it a try.” He moves over, holding out his hand for you to take.

You smile and take his hand, “You just want to make my book fantasies become a reality for me.”

Chan chuckles softly as he gently tugs you up to your feet, a glimmer of playfulness dancing in his eyes. 

“Of course I do, you deserve to experience those book fantasies you like to read and more.” He presses a soft kiss on your forehead before he intertwines your hands together.

“Let’s go and enjoy this rain, shall we?” he asks.

As the two of you put on your shoes and a jacket, you make your way outside.

The cold rain droplets hit your skin, and instantly your clothes start to cling to your figures from the moisture. Despite the cold weather, Chan leads you forward, a playful smile on his lips.

He takes your father out in front of the apartment building, away from the prying eyes of the other residents. A comfortable silence washes over the two of you, He pulls you close as he gently cups your cheek with his hand.

You slowly wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into Chan as you kiss.

Chan’s free hand instinctively wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer till not even rain could pass between you. The kiss was soft and slow, filled with tender love that you both couldn’t put into words. The rain gently pours down upon the two of you, adding a gentle rhythm to the kiss.

As you eventually pull away from the kiss you whisper “I love you.” you say as you put your head on his wet chest. “I love you too.” He responds.

“Now let’s get you inside, I don’t want you getting sick.”

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓜𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽! 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰

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𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 2 𝓶𝓲𝓷 44 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Bang Chan gently stroked Y/n's hair as she lay on the couch, a heating pad pressed against her stomach. Her cramps were causing her to wince occasionally, and he could tell she was in quite a bit of pain.

He looked down at her, a look of concern on his face. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, his voice soft and soothing.

Y/n let out a low groan, her face twisting in discomfort. "Not really," she murmured, her voice strained. "My cramps are killing me."

Bang Chan frowned and bent down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Poor thing," he murmured, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

Y/n shook her head, wincing again as a particularly bad cramp hit. "Just... just stay with me," she managed to say. "It helps just having you here."

Bang Chan smiled softly, a look of affection in his eyes. "Of course," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm not going anywhere."

He continued to stroke her hair, his touch gentle and soothing. He hated seeing her in pain like this, but he was glad he could at least provide some comfort.

They sat like that for a while, neither of them speaking. Bang Chan continued to run his hand through her hair, while Y/n focused on the warm heat of the heating pad on her stomach.

Eventually, Y/n spoke up, her voice quiet. "Thank you," she murmured, her eyes closed. "For being here."

Bang Chan's expression softened even further at her words, and he gave her a warm smile. "It's my pleasure," he said, his voice full of tenderness. "I just wish I could take the pain away for you."

Y/n gave a small sigh, her body relaxing a little under his touch. "I wish you could too," she said, her voice soft. "But this helps. You being here, being so understanding. It means a lot."

Bang Chan's heart swelled at her words, and he caressed her hair once more. "I love you," he said quietly, his eyes meeting hers. "And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Y/n smiled weakly, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him. "I love you too," she said, her voice still a little strained. "Even when I'm being a hormonal mess during my period."

Bang Chan chuckled, a warm sound that rumbled deep in his chest. "You're not a mess," he said, his smile gentle. "You're just human. I love all of you, even when you're not at your best."

Y/n's eyes welled up with tears at his words, and she blinked back to keep them from falling. "You're too good to me," she said, her voice catching a little. "I don't deserve you."

Bang Chan shook his head, his expression becoming tender. "Don't say that," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You deserve the world, and I'm just glad I get to be a small part of your life."

Y/n couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and a few escaped down her cheeks. She reached up to wipe them away, but Bang Chan beat her to it, gently wiping them away with his fingertips.

"You're beautiful," he said quietly, his eyes locked on hers. "Especially when you're vulnerable. It makes me want to take care of you even more."

Y/n's heart swelled at his words, and she let out a soft sob. "You're going to make me cry even more," she said, her voice shaking. "And I'll end up all snotty and gross."

Bang Chan laughed softly, a warm sound that filled the room. "I don't care," he said, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I'll still want to cuddle you and hold you close even if you're snotty and gross."

Y/n let out a shaky laugh, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. "You're insane," she said, her voice still a little watery. "But I love you anyway."

Bang Chan leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good," he said, his voice soft. "Because I plan on being insane for a very long time."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝒞𝓌: 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

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Bangchan woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sunlight shining through his window. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, groaning as he sat up in bed. He looked over at the clock on his bedside table, seeing that it was only half past six am. 

Chan groaned again and flopped back down on his pillow, pulling the covers over his head. He hated getting up early, especially since it meant enduring his father's dull lessons. He wanted to sleep in, but he knew that you, his maid would give him an earful if he didn't comply.

Chan heard a knock on his door followed by the sound of your footsteps as you walked into his room. He peeked out from under his covers to see you approaching his bed, already dressed and ready for the day.

"Good morning, your Highness," You said with a smile, "It's time to wake up."

Bangchan let out a sigh of resignation and sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He knew that he had no choice but to get up now that you were there to supervise his morning routine.

"You don't have to call me that, I'm not the King yet." Bangchan groans. "I know, just getting you used to it." You respond.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Chan replies, "Now will you please be so kind as to let me sleep for once?"

You sigh and shake your head. "I'm afraid that's impossible, your Highness. Your father has instructed me to wake you up and ensure that you attend your morning lesson."

Chan groans again and buries his face in his pillows. He was not looking forward to this.

"Come on, you have to get dressed." You say as you go over to his windows and throw his curtains open, letting in sunlight.

Bangchan groans and rolls over, covering his face with a pillow. "I don't want to get up," he mumbles, "Can't you send someone else to attend to my clothes?" 

You roll your eyes as you walk to his dresser, pulling out a clean set of clothes. "You just want more time in bed, don't be lazy your Highness. I'll help you get dressed if you need it," you say teasingly.

Chan grumbled but got out of bed, stretching his arms over his head as you finish laying out his clothes and accessories. After he got dressed, you helped with his hair, making sure everything was perfect.

"You can't skip out on this lesson with your father today. If you do, he'll yell at me, and frankly I don't need to add that to my day. No offense your Highness," you tell Bangchan as you add on accessories to his outfit.

He groaned as you finished preparing him for the day. "I really don't want to attend this lesson," he whined.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "And why's that?"

"Because it's just going to be a bunch of boring lectures on responsibility and leadership. I've heard it all before," Chan complains.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't be so boring if you actually listened for once," You retort. "Plus, if you actually listened, he wouldn't have to say the same thing over and over again." You continued.

"Ugh, I know, I know," Chan whines with a roll of his eyes, "But I can't help it. His lessons are so dull and boring, I feel like I could die from sheer boredom."

"Well, that's physically impossible, so you'll be fine. Now, let's go."

Chan sighs but he still follows you out of the room, preparing himself for another boring lesson with his father.

"Here we are" you start as you reach the room his father is in. "If you need me send another maid to find me, I have other chores to do around the castle."

You curtsy to the king then to Chan before you leave the room.

Chan watches you leave with sad eyes before turning back to get started with his father's lesson for the day. He groans and takes a seat, trying to keep an open mind even though he knew his father was just going to repeat the same old thing again.

*Your POV*

I go back to Chan's room to tidy it up, change the sheets, put clean sheets on, and fix the pillows and blankets on his bed. Fastening the curtains correctly, tidied his vanity, and gathered all his dirty laundry to bring down to the maid's downstairs so they could wash them.

As I tidy up Chan's room, I take the time to look around and admire the luxurious surroundings. From the plush furnishings to the elegant decorations, it was clear that not many people got to experience such opulence. I find myself wondering what it was like to live in such a grand palace, always being waited on hand and foot. I started to envy Chan's status but, I also know that it also came with its own set of challenges. 

After finishing up with the room, I head out to the main floor of the castle to help with the other duties that needed to be done.

I decided to help gather produce from the castle gardens with the other maids from the castle kitchen.

I have always enjoyed this task, I got to spend time outdoors in the gardens.

The castle maids are one big family, and they work as one unit. If one maid has nothing on her schedule, they find something to help out with. It makes things at the castle run faster and smoother, It also gets all of you an early break at the end of the day.

This is why I like Chan's lessons with his father all day. Even though he hates having to sit there and listen to his father.

As the other maids and I worked in the garden, we couldn't help but notice the two guards watching over the bunch of you. All of you wondered why they were there, but they didn't think too much of it, gossiping and making up stories on why guards were suddenly watching over you all. However, you all continued to pick the fresh produce and laugh along with other maids, while I enjoyed the company and the warm sun on your face. Overall, it was a good day to be working outside in the gardens. 

The other maids and I head back inside with baskets full of produce, taking them to the kitchen to be washed and prepped by the kitchen maids so they can make lunch and dinner. Once everything is settled in the kitchen, I head up to check on Chan, seeing if the lesson with his father is over.

I head up to the room Chan and his father reside in, hoping to find him out of his lesson with his father. As I approach the room, I see the door is still closed, indicating that the lesson is still is session. I pause for a moment outside the door, wondering what's happening inside.

Is Chan bored of frustrated? Is his father giving him a hard time or vice vera, or simply going over the usual business of being a prince? You can't help but be curious. But I know I shouldn't eavesdrop, that I should just wait patiently until the meeting is over. Just go back to my sleeping quarters and rest for a bit.

But, even though I decided against it, I still knocked on the door, before opening it slightly. "I'm just checking in, making sure the two of you don't need anything. A drink? Something to eat?"

Chan immediately looked up to me, trying to hide his frustration with the boring lessons. "No, I don't need anything," he said dismissively, trying to sound like he wasn't bored out of his mind. "Just bring me my lunch when it's ready."

I bow my head towards Chan, signaling that I heard him, then I look towards the King. "Would you like the same thing Sir? For your lunch to be brought to you when it's ready?"

The King waves his hand dismissively at me. "No, that's alright, just bring me some water."

Chan rolls his eyes, used to this kind of behavior from his father. He watches as you bow before leaving the room, the door closing softly behind me.

I head down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I go to head back up to the lunch gets finished so me and the Kings personal maid Maya, grab a tray and put the plates of food and the glass of water on the tray before heading back up to the room the King and Prince reside in.

As the two of you make your way back upstairs with the trays of food and water, they could feel the tension in the air. Bangchan and his father had a strained relationship and their lessons often made things worse. Maya and I knew we had to be careful in how they handled the situation.

As I go to knock on the door there's a loud crash from inside the room. Maya and I flinch and exchange a worried look with each other. We pause outside the door, listening for any further noises, unsure of what to do. But everything was silent. We exchange a nervous glance once again before taking a deep breath and enter the room, unsure of what we might find.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will you need anything else?” Maya asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽, 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 4,092

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 16 𝓶𝓲𝓷 22 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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As Y/N returned to Bangchan's room with his favorite nightwear and set it on his bed, she couldn't help feeling a sense of worry for him. She knew that something was bothering him, and she hoped that the familiar comfort of his favorite clothes would bring him some small measure of solace.

She then headed to the kitchen area and spoke to the cook, asking them to make Bangchan's favorite dessert as a gesture of comfort. The cook nodded and got to work, understanding the significance of the request.

As Y/N waited for the dessert to be finished, she wondered how Bangchan was doing

After a while, the cook announced that the dessert was ready and Y/N carefully carried it back to Bangchan's room. As she approached the door, she took a deep breath before carefully opening it, peeking inside to see how Bangchan was doing…

As she entered the room, Y/N saw Bangchan sitting on the edge of his bed, staring off into space with a melancholy expression on his face. His shoulders were slumped, and he was holding his head in his hands. It was clear that he was still upset about the argument with his father.

Y/N carefully set the dessert down on a nearby table and approached him, speaking softly. "I brought you something," she said gently.

Bangchan looked up at her, his expression weary. He saw the dessert and managed a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Thanks," he said quietly, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.

Y/N sat down next to him on the bed, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I also put out some nightwear for you," she said quietly. "I know it's been a tough day, and I thought it might help if you had something familiar and comfortable to wear."

Bangchan nodded, his expression still weary. "Yeah, thanks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He glanced down at the dessert on the table. "You really didn't have to go to all this trouble, you know," he mumbled, his tone a little defensive.

Y/N smiled gently. "It's no trouble at all," she reassured him. "I just wanted to make sure you had something to lift your spirits a little bit." She paused, studying his expression. "Do you want to talk about what happened with your father?" she asked carefully.

Bangchan tensed up at the mention of his father, a flicker of anger crossing his face. He shook his head slightly. "No, not really," he muttered, his tone bitter.

Y/N nodded, understanding the pain and resentment that was probably bubbling up inside him. "That's okay," she said quietly. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you ever need to talk or just need some company."

Bangchan looked up at her, his expression softening slightly. "Thanks, Y/N," he said gruffly. "I appreciate it." There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his voice low and vulnerable. "It's just… sometimes it feels like he's always disappointed in me, no matter what I do."

Y/N felt a pang of sadness as she heard the pain in Bangchan's voice. She knew that he was struggling with the weight of his father's expectations and disappointment, and it hurt her to see him so hurt and defeated. "I can only imagine how difficult that must be," she said sympathetically. "But it's important to remember that you don't need to live up to his expectations. You are your own person, with your own strengths and weaknesses. You have worth and value, no matter what he says or thinks.”

Bangchan exhaled deeply, letting her words sink in. "I know, I know," he muttered. "But it's hard to remember that sometimes, when it feels like he's always breathing down my neck, criticizing everything I do." He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated.

Y/N reached out and placed a hand on his arm, offering a gentle squeeze. "It must be really tough, having that kind of pressure on you," she said softly. "But you don't have to face it alone. You have people here who care about you, who see your worth and value."

Bangchan looked at her, his expression a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "Thanks, Y/N," he said quietly. "I'm just… so tired of feeling like I'm never good enough for him. Like I'll never be the son he wants me to be."

As Y/N sat down in the chair opposite Bangchan, she adjusted her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. She studied his face, seeing the exhaustion and weariness etched into his features. It was clear that today's events had taken their toll on his spirit.

"I can only imagine how exhausted you must feel," she said kindly. "Not only from your lesson but also from the argument with your father. It sounds like it was a tough meeting."

Bangchan nodded, his expression weary. "It was," he muttered. "It's always the same thing with him. He's never satisfied with anything I do. No matter how hard I try, it's never good enough for him." He clenched his jaw, his frustration and disappointment evident.

Y/N reached for the dessert plate, the sweetness of the treat offering a small reprieve from the heaviness of the situation. She picked up a spoonful and offered it to Bangchan, her eyes gentle and understanding.

"Here," she said softly. "Why don't you try a bite? It might help you feel a little better, even if just for a moment."

Bangchan looked at the dessert, a flicker of longing in his eyes. He hesitantly took the spoon from Y/N and took a small bite of the treat. His expression softened slightly as he savored the sweetness on his tongue.

"It's good, right?" Y/N asked, a small smile on her face. She could see the tension in his shoulders begin to ease, even if just a little.

Bangchan nodded, his mouth still full of the dessert. He swallowed the bite and spoke, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah… it is," he admitted. "Thanks, Y/N."

Y/N smiled, happy to see a small spark of joy in his eyes again. "You're welcome," she said warmly. "Sometimes, it's the small things that can make a difference, like a delicious dessert or a kind gesture."

Bangchan nodded, taking another bite of the dessert. He was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Then he spoke again, his voice low. "You know… sometimes I wish I could just run away from it all. From the pressures of being a prince, from my father's impossible expectations."

Y/N listened intently, her expression sympathetic. She could sense the weight of the burden he was carrying. "I can imagine," she said quietly. "It must be overwhelming, having all that responsibility on your shoulders, plus the constant judgment and disappointment from your father."

Bangchan exhaled deeply, dropping the spoon back into the dessert plate. "Sometimes, I just feel so suffocated," he murmured. "Like I can't breathe, can't think straight. Like I'm drowning in the expectations and demands of everyone around me."

Y/N was taken aback by Bangchan's confession, but she could sense the weight of his emotions. She reached out and placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You don't have to carry it all alone," she said softly. "You have people who care about you, who are here for you."

Bangchan's head shifted upwards to meet her gaze, his eyes darkened with a mix of weariness and something deeper, something that sent shivers down Y/N's spine.

He didn't pull his hand away, and Y/N felt a pang of awareness at the contact. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with a tension that was both thrilling and a little unsettling. His grip on her hand tightened for a moment, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles.

Y/N's heart raced, the touch of his hand on hers sending a thrill through her body. She tried to keep her expression neutral, masking the way her breath caught in her throat as he held her gaze, his eyes dark and intense.

Finally, Bangchan spoke, his voice low and gritty. "Sometimes… I just want to forget about everything and just… be in the moment, you know?" He paused, his thumb still tracing small circles on Y/N's hand. "Just… feel something other than this constant pressure and disappointment."

Y/N swallowed, her throat dry. She could feel the heat of his hand on hers, the intensity in his gaze making it difficult to focus on anything but him. "What do you want to feel?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bangchan's eyes darkened even further, his voice even lower. "Anything… anything besides the stress and the weight of expectations." He paused again, and Y/N felt the air between them grow thicker, almost electric with tension. "When I'm with you… I feel something different. Something… lighter."

Y/N's breath caught in her chest as he spoke, the raw honesty in his words making her heart race. She could feel her own emotions conflicting - the loyalty and respect she had for her position as a personal assistant and the growing attraction and connection she felt towards Bangchan.

"I… I understand," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "But… we have our duties, our roles to play. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to…" She trailed off, the words sticking in her throat.

Bangchan's gaze didn't waver, his grip on her hand still firm. "Screw duty, screw roles," he muttered, his voice edged with frustration. "What about what we feel? What about what we want?"

Y/N's eyes widened at his blunt words, the raw honesty in them shaking her to the core. But there was also a flicker of desire there, a part of her that wanted to throw caution to the wind and give in to the growing attraction between them.

Her mind was screaming at her to protest, to remind him of their positions and the consequences of their actions. But her heart was overruling her head, the way his hand still held hers, the intense look in his darkened eyes, making all her sensible thoughts scatter.

"Chan…" she said quietly, her voice cracking with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. "We can't…" But even as she spoke the words, she could feel her resistance wavering, her body leaning slightly towards him.

Bangchan noticed the subtle change in her stance, the way she was drawn towards him despite her words of protest. He tightened his grip on her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why not?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.

Y/N's heart was racing now, her body responding to his presence in a way she couldn't control. She tried to think of a good reason, a sensible argument against the undeniable pull between them. "Because… because we can't," she repeated weakly. "We have our responsibilities, our lives…"

But her words sounded hollow even to her own ears. Bangchan leaned closer, closing some of the distance between them, his voice dropping to a murmur. "And what if I don't care about responsibilities, or lives, or any of that bullshit?"

Bangchan closed the distance between them even more, his body now just a few inches from hers. His hand still gripped hers tightly, the heat between them growing stronger by the second. Y/N's breath came in shallow gasps, her mind struggling to hold onto any rational thought.

He leaned in closer, his mouth now hovering just above her ear. "Y/N…" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I don't care about any of it. All I care about is this… this feeling right here."

His breath was hot on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She wanted to resist, to push him away, but her body wouldn't obey. Instead, she found herself leaning into him, her defenses crumbling with every word he spoke, every touch of his hand on hers.

He shifted even closer, his lips now brushing softly against the sensitive skin of her neck. "I want this," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want you. Duty and responsibilities be damned."

Y/N gasped at the feel of his lips on her neck, her head tilting back automatically, offering more of her skin to his touch. Her body was responding to him in ways she couldn't control, her resistance faltering under the tide of desire that was crashing over her.

Bangchan took advantage of her exposed neck, his lips skimming lightly over her pulse point, making her shiver. "I don't care if it's wrong," he whispered, his mouth now trailing along her jawline, leaving behind a trail of fire. "I don't care about anything but you."

With a final surrendering thought, Y/N allowed herself to give in to her desires. She turned her head, her lips meeting Bangchan's in a heated kiss. It was like a dam bursting, all the pent-up tension between them finally breaking free. 

His hand snaked up to cup the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. Their mouths moved together hungrily, years of suppressed emotions pouring out in the heat of the moment.

Y/N's brain was filled with only the sensations of Bangchan's body against hers, his taste, his touch. The world around them faded away, replaced only by the electricity sparking between them.

His tongue pushed into her mouth, deepening the kiss, and making it even more intense. She matched his passionate fervor, her own tongue dancing with his as they explored each other's mouths with mounting desperation.

Bangchan's hands were already tugging impatiently at the laces of her corset, his fingers fumbling in his eagerness. He broke the kiss, moving his mouth to her neck, trailing kisses down the exposed skin as he worked on the bindings of her corset.

"Need this off," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her skin. "Need to feel you."

Y/N's breath came in ragged gasps as he continued his assault on her neck, his hands working feverishly to undo the strings. The feel of his fingers on her bare skin, the heat of his mouth on her flesh, was almost overwhelming.

Finally, the last of the ties came undone, the corset loosening around her waist. He immediately took advantage, his hands roaming underneath the fabric, exploring her body with possessive need.

He pushed the corset dress off her shoulders, baring her upper body to his hungry gaze. He pulled back for a moment to look at her, his eyes dark and heated. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hand running down her flank, his touch almost reverent.

Y/N met his gaze, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. She could see the raw desire in his eyes, the way he looked at her like he could devour her. It was both intimidating and exhilarating.

He leaned in again, pressing his mouth to her collarbone, his tongue and lips mapping a burning path down the center of her chest.

As Bangchan continued his assault on her skin, Y/N's fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one. Her hands trembled slightly, still reeling from the onslaught of emotions and sensations flooding through her.

She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her palms running over his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. He shivered under her touch, his mouth still at her collar.

With every unbuttoned button, more of his body was revealed to her, the smooth expanse of his chest, the hard planes of his stomach, and the slight hint of muscle just underneath his skin. Her hands explored him with growing familiarity, her fingers tracing the ridges of his abs, the dip of his hipbones.

The corset dress pooled at Y/N's feet, leaving her in only her underwear. She stood there, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable under Bangchan's intense gaze.

He took in every inch of her body, his eyes roaming over her curves, lingering on the bare skin of her stomach, and the edge of her undergarments.

"God, you're perfect," he murmured, his voice ragged.

He stepped closer, his body almost pressed against hers. His fingers brushed over the curve of her waist, and the dip of her hip, as if mapping out her body in his mind.

"I've wanted this… wanted you… for so long," he admitted his mouth at her ear again. "I've dreamed about what you'd look like, feel like, taste like."

As he spoke, his hands continued to trace lazy patterns over her skin, his touch leaving trails of heat in their wake. Y/N shivered, her senses overwhelmed by the closeness of his body, the heat radiating off him, the huskiness of his voice against her ear.

They moved towards the bed, the tension between them palpable. The moment they hit the mattress, Bangchan was on top of her, his mouth on hers again in another hungry kiss.

His hands roamed over her body, his touch more aggressive now, as if he couldn't get enough of her. She met his intensity with her own, her hips arching up to meet his, a soft moan escaping her lips as their bodies connected.

Bangchan quickly removed his pants, discarding them to the side. He was bare and unabashed in his want, the evidence of his desire clearly visible.

He moved back on top of her, his body now pressed tightly against hers. The feeling of his skin on hers was addictive, her senses flooded by the heat and the need between them.

Bangchan grunted as she shifted her hips, grinding against him. His hands moved to hold her hips in place, keeping her in her spot.

"Careful," he warned, his voice thick with desire. "You keep doing that and I might lose all control."

Bangchan let out a strangled gasp, his fingers digging into her hips. He could feel himself losing control, the need for her becoming overpowering. 

"You're playing a dangerous game," he growled, his voice taut with restraint. "You won't be able to handle the fire you're stoking."

But Y/N didn't care. The fire was already consuming her, her mind filled with nothing but him, his body, his touch.

She shifted again, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer, deeper. "I don't want you to hold back," she whispered, her voice full of wanting. "I want all of you."

Bangchan let out a guttural sound, somewhere between a moan and a curse. He knew he was on the edge of restraint, the feel of her body against him, the sound of her voice in his ear, threatening to push him over the limit.

"You're going to drive me insane," he ground out, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

With a swift, practiced move, Bangchan removed his boxers, discarding them next to the bed. His hands then moved to Y/N's hips, his fingers hooking into the edge of her underwear, tugging them down her legs.

His eyes roamed over her body, now completely bare to him, his gaze intense and appreciative. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands running over her stomach, her hips, her thighs.

He moved back over her, his body hovering just above hers. His hands continued to roam over her skin, mapping out every dip and curve like he was trying to memorize her body with his touch.

"This is what I've wanted," he whispered, his mouth hovering just above her skin. "To feel you, skin to skin, nothing in between us."

Y/N responded with a soft gasp, her body arching up into his, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. The feeling of his skin on hers, the heat and the connection between them, was almost overwhelming. 

She looked up at him, her eyes hazy with want and pleasure, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready for you."

He heard her words, the raw need and desire in them, and it was all he needed. With one fluid movement, he settled between her legs, his body fitting against hers like they were two pieces of a puzzle.

The feeling of him there, so intimately connected with her, made Y/N gasp, her eyes fluttering shut. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, his mouth hovering just above hers, their breaths mingled together. 

"You okay?" he asked, his voice rough with restrained need.

Y/N nodded, her eyes opening to meet his gaze. "Yeah," she managed, her voice coming out as a shaky whisper. "I'm good. More than good."

He smiled a hint of pride and possession in his eyes. "Good," he said, before he began to move, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed and intensity.

He held her gaze as he moved, his hands on her hips, his body setting a relentless pace, driving them both toward ecstasy.

The room filled with the sounds of their breaths and gasps, the slick slide of skin on skin, and the faint creaking of the bed. Y/N's mind was a whirl of sensation, her body responding to his every move, every touch.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back. He grunted, his arms wrapping around her, his mouth finding hers in another heated kiss.

He moved within her, harder, faster, his pace unyielding, overwhelming her senses. The feeling of him inside her, filling her, was almost too much, the pleasure building with each stroke pushing her closer to the edge.

Her body arched up against his, writhing and undulating to his rhythm, matching his pace with her own need. She could feel the tension coiling low in her stomach, the anticipation of release building with every moment.

"I'm close," he groaned, his voice strained, his body trembling with the effort to hold on. "I can't… I can't last much longer."

Y/N's breath was coming in short pants now, her body on the brink, clinging to him tightly, desperately.

"Let go," she whispered, her voice barely more than a gasp. "I want to feel you."

Her words, her voice, the sound of her breathing, it was enough to send him over the edge. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he climaxed, his movements becoming erratic as he rode the waves of pleasure.

Y/N followed moments later, his release pushing her over the edge into ecstasy. She cried out, her body shaking, and trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.

They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, still tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and still trembling with aftershocks.

He shifted, rolling off of her but still keeping her close, pulling her into his arms. They lay there in silence, the only sound of the ragged breathing and the soft rustling of sheets as they tried to slow their racing heartbeats.

Bangchan held Y/N in his arms, his hands gentle and soothing as he started the aftercare process. He stroked her hair, whispering soft praises and reassurances in her ear.

"You were incredible," he said, his voice low and warm. "You're so beautiful, so perfect."

He gently pulled the covers over them, making sure she was comfortable, his touch tender and caring.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes tracing her face, searching for any sign of discomfort or distress. "Are you okay?"

Y/N smiled weakly, her body still recovering from their intensity. "I'm okay," she reassured him, her voice a little shaky. "Just… a little overwhelmed."

Bangchan nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Just rest," he said, pulling her closer. "I've got you. You can sleep."

He continued to softly caress her hair and her back, his touch soothing and comfortable. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice a soft, low rumble. "I'm not going anywhere."

Y/N burrowed into his chest, feeling safe and protected in his arms. She let her eyes close, her body gradually relaxing as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

As Y/N drifts off to sleep in Bangchan’s arms, he holds her close, whispering sweet nothings into her ear until her breathing becomes steady and even. 

He lies there for a while, watching her sleep, his mind replaying the events of the night, a mixture of emotions playing across his face.

Finally, he closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep with her tucked safely against him, the sound of her soft breathing the only sound in the room.

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𝘜𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 - 𝘠/𝘯: "𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦." 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯: "…𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸."

𝓒𝔀: 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1817

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 7 𝓶𝓲𝓷 6 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Bangchan walked through the park alongside Y/n, their shoulders brushing as they strolled. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink.

Bangchan turned to look at Y/n, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You know, you look beautiful in this light," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Y/n blushed, ducking her head. "Thanks," she said, feeling a flicker of something unfamiliar in her chest.

As they continued to walk, Bangchan couldn't help but notice how Y/n's hair shone in the setting sun and how her laughter seemed to fill the air with a melody. He had always found her attractive, and over the years, his feelings for her had grown into something more than friendship.

Y/n was feeling equally conflicted. She had always known Bangchan as a close friend, someone she could trust and rely on. But lately, his words and actions towards her had been different - more romantic, almost. She found herself blushing more frequently at his compliments and seeking his company more often.

As they reached a bench, Bangchan gestured for Y/n to sit down. He sat down next to her, their legs touching slightly.

"I have to tell you something," he said, his voice suddenly serious.

Y/n looked at him, surprised. "What is it?" she asked, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest.

Bangchan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I...I don't know how to say this, but...I've been feeling something for you," he said, his eyes fixed on her face.

“This sounds like you’re flirting with me.” Y/n says as she looks over to Bangchan. “...I’ve been trying to do that for three years now.” Bangchan says back.

Y/n blinked, her mind scrambling to process his words. "You...you've been flirting with me for three years?" she repeated, disbelief mixing with budding hope.

Bangchan nodded, a sheepish smile on his face. "Yeah. I've been trying to drop hints and show you how I feel, but I guess I'm not very good at it," he said, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at his confession. "Wow, I had no idea. No one's ever tried to flirt with me so subtly before," she said, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that her best friend had been secretly flirting with her for years.

Bangchan chuckled, relieved that she was taking it well. "Yeah, I didn't want to scare you or make things weird," he explained. "But I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I needed to tell you how I feel."

Y/n was silent for a moment as she processed everything. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. On one hand, she wanted to be happy that someone as wonderful as Bangchan had been silently pining after her for years. On the other hand, she felt a nagging worry that things might change between them now that their feelings were out in the open.

Bangchan seemed to sense her hesitation. "Y/n, you don't have to say anything right now," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "I just needed to get it off my chest. And if you don't feel the same, that's okay. I'm happy to just be your friend."

Y/n's heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. The touch of his hand on hers sent a flutter of emotions through her body. She looked at him, seeing the mixture of hope and uncertainty in his eyes.

"It's not that I don't feel something," Y/n spoke carefully, her words measured. "It's just...I never thought you saw me that way. You're one of my closest friends, and I don't want to ruin what we have."

Bangchan nodded, understanding her concerns. "I know, I feel the same way," he said, his thumb stroking her skin. "But I also know that I couldn't go on pretending to just be your friend when I feel so much more. I had to take the risk."

Y/n looked down at their hands, intertwined on the bench. She took a moment to really consider her feelings. Her heart was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, but one thing was clear: she cared deeply for Bangchan. She cared for him more than just a friend.

Y/n speaks up, "I... I like you too." Y/n confesses.

Bangchan's eyes widened at her words, a mix of surprise and joy on his face. He had hoped for this, but hearing her say it sent a wave of happiness coursing through him.

"Really?" he asked, his voice soft. "You're not just saying that because I just confessed?"

Y/n shook her head, a smile growing on her lips. "No, I'm not," she said, her voice steady. "I've been feeling something for you for a while now, but I was just as confused and scared as you to say anything."

Bangchan's heart felt like it was soaring. He couldn't believe that this was happening, that his secret feelings were reciprocated. He squeezed her hand slightly, his thumb tracing patterns on her skin. "I'm glad you feel the same. For a while, I was worried I was going crazy, feeling these things for my best friend," he admitted with a chuckle.

Y/n laughed softly, "I know what you mean. I felt so silly getting all flustered whenever you were around. And I could never figure out if you were actually flirting with me or just being friendly."

Bangchan grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, most of those were definitely intentional attempts at flirting," he said, chuckling. "I was testing the waters, trying to see if you'd pick up on it."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "You sneaky devil," she teased. "You had me all puzzled, trying to figure out your strange behavior."

Bangchan chuckled again, his shoulders shaking. "Well, it looks like my cunning plan worked," he said, his tone lighthearted. "After three years of subtle flirting, I finally got you to admit you like me back."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, though her words were without malice. She found his self-satisfaction endearing. "But yeah, your plan worked. Congrats, Chan."

Bangchan wiggled his eyebrows at her. "I should get some credit for my persistence," he said, a playful smirk on his lips. "Three years of flirting is a lot time invested, you know."

"What would you like then? Me being your girlfriend?" Y/n jokes to Chan.

Bangchan pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm...I suppose that would be a suitable reward for my years of effort," he said dramatically, leaning back against the bench. "You being my girlfriend - yes, I think that will do nicely."

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at his overacted response. But the thought of being his girlfriend made her heart flutter. "Well, in that case, I guess I have no choice but to officially agree to be your girlfriend," she said, jokingly feigning reluctance.

Bangchan smiled widely, unable to contain his joy. "I'm glad you've decided to give in to my charms," he teased, pulling her closer to him on the bench.

As the night continued, the two of them talked and laughed like old times, but the undercurrent of their new romantic feelings added a thrilling element to their banter. When the sky grew dark, Bangchan walked Y/n home, holding her hand the entire way.

As they reached her doorstep, they paused, both reluctant for the night to end.

"This was a great night," Bangchan said, still holding her hand.

"It really was," Y/n agreed, leaning against her door. She looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions - excitement, nervousness, and a deep affection. "So, officially I'm your girlfriend now, right?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

Bangchan grinned, stepping closer to her. "Officially my girlfriend," he affirmed, his voice softer now. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his tender gesture. She felt a wave of warmth spread through her. "Well, I guess I should get inside," she said reluctantly.

Bangchan nodded, equally reluctant to end the night. "Yeah, I should head back too," he said, but he didn't move away. He was standing mere inches from her, the closeness making her breath hitch.

They stood there for a moment, neither wanting to break the spell. Y/n's eyes kept drifting to his lips, wondering what they'd feel like against hers. Bangchan's gaze was fixed on her face, his eyes dark with an unmistakeable desire.

Finally, Bangchan spoke, his voice low and hoarse. "Can I..." he began, then he cleared his throat and started again, "Can I kiss you goodnight?"

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest at his words. She had been waiting for him to ask, her own longing mirrored in his eyes. "Yes," she breathed, her voice almost a whisper.

Bangchan didn't need any more encouragement. He stepped closer, closing the small gap between them. One hand came up to cup her face, his other arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her against him. His eyes met hers for a brief moment before he leaned down, his lips gently pressing against hers.

The kiss was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through Y/n's body. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into him, one hand coming up to clutch his shirt. The feeling of being against him, his strong arms holding her close, was intoxicating. The kiss deepened, both of them losing themselves in the sensation.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and a little dizzy, Bangchan rested his forehead against hers. "God, I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured, his fingers tracing feather-light patterns along her cheek.

Y/n nodded, her eyes still closed as she tried to catch her breath. "Me too," she agreed. "I can't believe it took us this long." They stood there, still in each other's arms, trying to calm their racing hearts.

Finally, Bangchan reluctantly withdrew, his hands lingering on her waist. "I should really go," he said, though his tone was anything but decisive.

Y/n nodded, equally reluctant to let him go. "Yeah, it's getting late," she agreed.

They exchanged a lingering look, silently saying goodbye for the night. Finally, Bangchan took a step back, breaking the connection. "Goodnight, y/n," he said, his voice carrying a hint of regret.

“Goodnight, lover boy” Y/n jokes as she turned to head inside. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, and text me when you get home, please.”

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 "You’ve never even touched yourself?" Y/n asks, her eyes widening in surprise. She had always known Bangchan to be a shy and reserved person, but this was a new revelation.

Bangchan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he nodded, his eyes darting away from her gaze. "No, I haven't," he replied, his voice quiet.

"Ever?" Y/n continued, her curiosity piqued.

Bangchan shook his head, his blush deepening. "No, never," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's eyes widened even further at his admission. "But... why not?" she asked, feeling a mixture of surprise and concern.

Bangchan shrugged, looking down at his hands. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I just... never felt comfortable doing it, I guess."

Y/n studied his face, reading the mix of embarrassment and discomfort. She knew he wasn't just being coy or shy, there was something deeper going on here.

"Have you ever thought about it, though?" she asked softly. "Have you ever been curious?"

Bangchan glanced up at her, a trace of vulnerability in his eyes. "Yeah, sometimes," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I've thought about it, but I don't know... I never felt brave enough to actually try."

Y/n studied his expression, her heart going out to him at that moment. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm, offering a small gesture of comfort.

"I know this is kind of out of line question but... would you like me to touch you?" Y/n asks Chan.

Bangchan's eyes widen at her question, his heart thudding in his chest. No one had ever asked him that before, and the thought of it simultaneously excited and terrified him.

He looks up at Y/n, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and intrigue. "I-I'm not sure," he stammers, his voice shaky. "I've never... no one's ever..."

Y/n understood his hesitation and gently squeezed his arm. "It's okay," she reassured him, her voice soft. "I just thought I'd offer. But we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Bangchan nods, trying to process his feelings. The idea of her touching him was both exciting and frightening, making his heart race and his stomach flutter. He looks back at her, his eyes searching hers, looking for reassurance.

Y/n held his gaze, her expression gentle and patient. "It's entirely up to you," she reiterated. "I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. If you change your mind or if you're unsure, just say so, and we'll stop immediately. Okay?"

Bangchan took a deep breath, letting her words sink in. He knew he could trust her, and that she would respect his boundaries. Still, the fear of the unknown was making his mind race. "Okay," he finally said, his voice quiet. "I... I think I want to try."

Y/n smiled, pleased that he had made a decision. "Just relax, okay?" she said, her voice soothing. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with, and we can stop anytime you want. Just let me know if it's too much or if you want to pause."

Bangchan nodded, taking another deep breath to steady his nerves. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts as he mentally prepared himself for what was about to happen.

His best friend was about to help him out sexually, Bangchan felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as Y/n began to move her hand towards his body. She was his best friend, someone he trusted and cared for deeply, and yet the idea that she was about to touch him in this way seemed both surreal and incredibly intimate.

Her hand was soft and gentle as it made contact with his skin, moving slowly and deliberately. "You're so tense," she murmured, her voice filled with concern. "Just try to relax, okay?" Y/n says rubbing Chan's arm.

Bangchan tried to do as he was told, taking another deep breath and willing his muscles to relax. But the feeling of her hand on his skin, and the knowledge of what she was about to do to him, made it difficult to completely let go of his tension.

"Do you want to take your pants off, or should I?" Y/n asks.

Bangchan's cheeks flushed at her question, his heart rate quickening. The thought of taking off his pants in front of her was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. 

"Y-you do it," he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n nods and slowly moves to unbutton and unzip Chan's pants, "We can stop whenever." you remind.

Bangchan nods, appreciating her reminder. He was still nervous, but her reassurance helped to ease his anxieties a bit. "Okay," he manages to murmur, his breath hitching as she slowly peels off his pants.

Once his pants are off, Bangchan is left sitting there in his boxers, feeling both vulnerable and exposed. He looks up at Y/n, her eyes studying him intently.

Y/n gently puts her hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle there twitch under her touch. "You're doing so well," she praises, her voice soft. "Just remember to relax, okay? We're going at your pace."

Bangchan nodded, taking another deep breath and trying to focus on the feel of her hand on his leg. The touch was both soothing and arousing at the same time, making his heart race and his body tingle.

"I'm going to start touching through your boxers, then we can go farther," Y/n tells Chan gently.

Bangchan nods, his breath quickening in anticipation. The thought of her touching him through his boxers is both arousing and nerve-wracking. "Okay," he rasps, his voice hoarse. "I'm ready."

Y/n slowly slides her hand up Chan's thigh making its way to his crotch.

Bangchan's breath hitches as he feels her hand on his inner thigh. The journey to his crotch feels like an eternity, his muscles tense and coiled, waiting for her touch. He tries to hold back the moan that rises in his throat but can’t help but let out a soft moan.

The sound of his moan makes Y/n smile, satisfied at the effect she has on Chan. Moving closer, she finally starts to rub his cock with her palm.

Bangchan's eyes flutter shut at the sensation, his body arching slightly in response to her touch. "Oh god," he whispers, his hands clenching in pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" Y/n asks, already knowing the answer.

Bangchan nods, the words catching in his throat. "Yes," he finally manages to say, his voice strained. "It... it feels so good."

"Do you wanna take it further?"

Bangchan hesitates for just a moment before nodding. Despite his nerves, his body is responding to Y/n's touch, and he can't deny that he wants more. "Yes," he whispers, his voice filled with raw desire.

Bangchan's heart races as she peels his boxers off, exposing himself completely to her gaze. He feels vulnerable like this, but the anticipation and need for her touch outweigh any other emotions. He lifts his hips, helping her remove the last bit of clothing on his lower half.

“You have so much precum” Y/n teases Chan playfully. “Are you ready to continue?”

Bangchan's cheeks flush at her comment, his breath hitching. The way she teased him made him feel both embarrassed and aroused. "Y-yeah," he manages to stammer, his voice betraying his eagerness. "I'm ready."

You spit on your hand and bring it back down to his cock slowly stroking it, using the precum to help your hand glide easier.

Bangchan moans at the touch of her hand, his head lolling to the side in pleasure. “You’re going to need to communicate with me on what you want and need.” Y/n reminds.

Bangchan nods, his brain foggy with desire and pleasure. "I... I want more," he says, his voice raspy with need. "Please, Y/n, keep going."

You keep moving your hand around him, while he gives small thrusts into your hand.

Bangchan's breathing becomes ragged, and he sounds a mix of moans and sighs. The pleasure builds and builds, his body aching for release. "Please," he begs.

“Please what?” You ask.

Bangchan's cheeks flush at the question, his words faltering. He's never had to verbalize what he needed before, and it feels both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. "Please," he repeats, his voice barely above a murmur. "I... I need more. I need... I need to cum.” 

“Yeah?” You tease. “Then cum for me.”

Bangchan's body tenses at her words, the demand sending a shiver down his spine. It's both exhilarating and overwhelming, the knowledge that she has this power over him. He looks up at her, his eyes filled with need and helplessness. "Please," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Let go for me Chan," Y/n says firmly.

The sound of her firmness makes him shiver, the command stirring something deep within him. He looks up at her, his eyes wide and eager, his body tensing as he finally cums. His whole body shook with pleasure. Once he finally calms down he looks at you with heavy breathing.

You smile as you watch him come down from his high, his body still shuddering with pleasure. He looks at you with heavy breathing, his eyes wide and full of awe and gratitude. "That was..." he tries to say, but the words fail him.

"Amazing," you supply, your tone filled with satisfaction. You reach out and run your fingers through his hair, a gentle gesture of affection.

Bangchan nods, his body weak and trembling. He leans into your touch, still breathless and reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. "Yeah," he finally manages to say, his voice gravelly. "Amazing is definitely one word for it."

You chuckle, enjoying the aftermath of his pleasure. You can tell he's exhausted, his body spent and boneless. "You did so well," you praise, continuing to run your fingers through his hair.