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STRAY KIDS :: ODDINARY TEASERS

the album was just so good, clé:levanter saved me jdjsjssj

but which song was your favourite, mine was personally sunshine, cos those lyrics hit a spot 🥺

and the music was just so goood, the beats in stop are just amazing really and you can STAY is just beautiful and im pretty sure ive watched the mv for levanter 30030029292929 times since it came out, the visuals and the vocals served just made it just like so good okAy

double knot was good, dont get me wrong, but i got a feeling that someone's vocals were missing and it made me sliGhtly sad but i honestly guess they have their reasons :<

booster was all about moving forward and being unreachable by others (i hope they someday come to a point where its like that) this is a song i would definitely jam to, like its so catchy and it sounds really amazing

and lastly, astronaut. alas, like other mvs ive watched it and rewatched it multiple times but i just can't get enough of it

this group is so talented and one of a kind im so grateful to be able to stan them today and im really proud of this album they produced :))

BANG CHANS CHRISTMAS SELFIES DJSJDHKSKE OML ILH SO MUCH IM SO SAD BUT I HOPE THAT THEY RESTED WELL OFHSK I REALLY WISH FOR THE BEST FOR THEM ND I REALLY WANT BC TO REST WELL FKSJ

Redamancy: Part II ['red-a-man-sE] noun ;a love returned in full

(If you haven't read part one, you definitely should!)

{ Pairing } - idol!bangchan x staff!afab.reader (bestie!jisung)

{ Genre } - NSFW; s/a/f trifecta, now friends to enemies to lovers, pining

{ Synopsis } - Things are awkward now, you're avoiding each other. In fact you distanced yourself from the entire group. What happens when Ji confronts you? What happens when Chan does a 180 and tries to befriend you? And what happens when Chan finally has you alone in his room?

{ WC } - 14.3k (I am so sorry 🥺) + 2 screenshots

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, lowkey POV switch , lots and lots of angst, eventual smut & fluff, swearing, use of babygirl, multiple nicknames for members, choking, drinking, bestie jisung crying, hyunjin being a logical romantic, y/n being a little toxic but learning from it, they're honestly both a lotta stupid, oral(f. receiving), dry humping, hickeys and bruising, questionable breath play (please research if you plan on doing this, do it safely), chans nipples are sensitive, he's just sensitive in general with y/n, fingering, needy chan, members teasing, talk of edging, talk of bdsm, these two are VOCAL as hell, so lots of moaning, groaning, whining, whimpering, mewling, and dirty talk during sex, unprotected sex (piv), pull out method (again don't do this, practise safe sex), much cringe, much awkward, but they overcome it (LMK if I forgot any, I'm sorry)

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - Alright almost a month later, and I finally finished part two!! Please don't hate meeee, I beg your forgiveness, please. It took me a while because I just couldn't stop writing and adding things. Editing also took FOREVER, because I wasn't confident that it would satisfy you guys. I'm still not sure. So I apologize if this didn't live up to your expectations, again, please be gentle with me ♡. Understand that this is only my 2nd SKZ fic, so I'm still learning about how to portray each character, and how to piece things together seamlessly!

Chan was starting to worry. It had been almost two weeks and he still hadn't seen you, nor heard from you. It wasn't like you two really spoke outside of questioning the other about Jisungs' whereabouts. There were the occasional texts, again about Jisung. He didn't know what to say to you to begin with. Apologize? He already did that, and it only seemed to make you more upset. But that was in the moment, and both your emotions were on overdrive. 

The other members were starting to notice your absence, questioning Han about it. Asking if you were okay. You'd even started avoiding all the public areas at the building. No one was even sure if you were eating during the day, or there at all. You didn't go to the cafeteria, break rooms, or practise rooms. No one caught you in the lounge areas, elevator, or the stairwell. No one even saw you coming into or leaving the building. It was to the point where Hyunjin was nearly planning steakout missions with Jisung. And poor Ji. He only got to see you twice since that night. A drastic decrease in comparison to how often he usually spends time with you. Chan only knew that because he overheard him talking to Minho about it. That was all he heard before Han noticed him standing there, and left for his room, sending him a spine chilling glare along the way. 

And Chan knew it really was all his fault when Minho just gave him a curiously sad look, and patted him on the shoulder. You obviously said something to Han, who said something to Minho. He wonders who else knows how bad he messed up. 

He was racking his brain trying to figure out how to fix this. Never in a million years had he thought he'd actually get a chance to experience such a quintessential moment with you. He'd liked you for so long, it was starting to turn into more than that. Ever since he'd seen you helping a new trainee navigate the building, he grew interested in your kind heart first and foremost. He's sure he's been through all the emotions. Excitement, because you started hanging around with them and you fell right into the dynamic so easily. Anxiety, because he didn't know how to approach you at first. Jealousy, when Han got all of the attention from you. Anger, when he thought you and Han started dating secretly. Embarrassment, when he realized how wrong he was. Hope, when you two shared a hug, even though it was a very awkward hug. Despondent, when he still couldn't figure out how to act around you, letting whatever growing friendship you two had begun, stall. And now regretful. But not regret for kissing you, touching you, or nearly fucking you. No, regret that he had stopped. 

Such a beautiful moment, where he was truly lost in bliss. And he halted it. He let his anxiety get to him, his internal conflict wouldn't shut up.

He truly was worried about the technicality of it all. The rules, the company, the media, the fans. Worst of all, you would receive the brunt of it. He didn't know how to protect you from it all. He was constantly going back and forth in his head. How could he make it work? Would you even want to make it work? Did you even like him? What did you think about him exactly? 

He wasn't blind. Every once in a while he'd catch your eyes on him for a little too long. Any 'accidental' physical contact you had with him would linger. And he knew there was a certain smile you'd reserved just for him. Not to mention, you were always the first to reach out directly, and make conversation with him. He was always too afraid to. He felt like a coward. And when he finally had the courage to make a move, a bold move, a ravenous move... His ego suddenly deflated when he realized his actions could be taken the wrong way.

He panicked.

He doesn't want you to think that he just wants sex from you. That you're just a fling. A one night stand. A hookup. No he wanted to do it the right way. He wanted to take you on a date, he wanted to learn more about you, to meet your friends. He wanted you to meet his family, to meet Berry. He even fantasized about planning a special date to ask you to be his girlfriend. He fantasized about anniversaries, about holidays spent together, a life spent together. He wanted to give you the world. He fell for you hard. And in that moment, he felt like he was doing it all backwards. So he stopped. It nearly killed him, but he stopped. And he should've done anything, quite literally anything else but stop.

When he saw the spark in your eyes dimming, only to be replaced with apprehension. He immediately apologized, and spat out a quick blurb about being inappropriate. 

Your entire face just sunk, and he shut down. There was nothing more he could say about it, not in that moment. And he felt even worse when you said you understood, but he didn't let it show. You didn't understand, not really. There was no way in hell you could, and he desperately wanted to just spill everything that second. But he wanted to be sober, wanted you to be sober, so instead he told you to drink water. And go to bed. 

What the hell was wrong with him. 

He even made sure to wake up early the next morning, anticipating to somehow get the chance to talk to you. When you came running down the hall, he was sure that it was fate. The chance that you two had alone time this early was perfect. He had hoped that this would all be sorted out. If he confessed, maybe you would too. Then he could explain last night, and you two could talk about it. And if it didn't work out like that, at the very least he could try to preserve your friendship. It would be painful to remain just friends, but he didn't want you out of his life. He couldn't imagine that. He doesn’t think he could handle that. After he greeted you, he noticed your eyes had tears in them. You were starting to hyperventilate, and tremble. 

Then you were leaving. 

Even though he's come up with world class lyrics, he seemed to be failing with his words lately. He didn't ask if you were okay, or what was wrong, or breach the topic that was clearly needing clarification. No, instead, he followed up with asking if you wanted breakfast. 

You didn't even look at him. The tone of your voice was glacial, freezing him right to the spot. He'd never heard you sound like that. He just stood there, watching the door close. Listening to your car start, listening to you drive off. And then he stood there more, afraid to move. 

When Jisung came running out 15 minutes later, he was still standing there. Han saw your things were gone, and knew that you left. Chan only decided to move when Han uttered five angry words to him. 

'You really fucked up, Chan.'

He knew he did. And he didn't know where to begin to fix it...

"--Channie-hyung!" 

He whipped his head up, and found Jeongin snapping his fingers in front of face, trying to get his attention. 

They'd been at dance practice, taking a break. He only then realized that he'd zoned out the entire time, not eating, not grabbing water, not even sitting down. Just recounting his mistakes, and dwelling on them. Now it was time to get back to work. 

Jeongin was giving him a strange look, but he didn't dare question him. In addition to messing things up with you, he'd been too on edge. Snapping at one too many people. He didn't want to risk Chan blowing up on him next.

"Where's Hannie and Hyune?" Chan questions.

"Probably still in the cafeteria..." Minho responds, giving him a knowing look. 

Minho was the one keeping both him and Han in check at the moment. He felt bad for forcing him into a position like that, considering he was Chan's younger member. Even if it's just one year. Having to be a mediator daily between his two brothers, he knew it must've taken a toll on him. But he never complained, and Chan was grateful nonetheless. 

Chan nodded, and went to grab water from his bag. As he was chugging it, Jisung came into the room and went straight to Minho. Furiously whispering at him, pushing his hair back. Hyunjin trailed in not long after, his eyes darted to Chan, but looked away quickly. 

"What's going on?" Seungmin asked.

Minho just put his hand up to him, and the younger one scoffed. He turned to Felix, "The hyungs are acting fucking weird lately." 

Felix hummed in agreement, as he continued massaging Changbin. 

"Aye, I don't know what's going on either, don't group me in." Changbin grunted.

Chan hesitantly approached the bickering pair, and the look Minho now gave him was one of warning. But it was too late. 

"It's all your fault." Han spat at him. 

"Excuse me?" He bit back, not expecting such an outburst from him.

Hyunjin quickly jumped up to try and get between them and explain, "We saw y/n in the cafeteria toda-"

"She isn't coming over this weekend again. And she's not letting me over to hers either. She wants to be alone. I wonder why." Han interrupts, crossing his arms.

The room was eerily quiet. Everyone knew something was up, that much was obvious. The fact that Han was slightly vague though, it gives Chan the idea that the exact details remain relatively private. 

"Is she still here?" Chan whispers through clenched teeth, holding fierce eye contact with Han, but he's getting more daring.

"She's about to leave. YOU," Han pointed to Chan, poking his finger right into his chest, "need to figure your shit out, and stop playing around. Fix. It."

"HAN JISUNG." Minho yells sternly, "You need to stop being so disrespectful. No matter the situation, remember who you're talking to. Let's take a walk." 

He drags Han out of the room, and down the hall.

Chan was left standing there, ears burning and fists trembling at his sides. It was safe to say practice was done early for the day. So he quickly dismissed everyone, and was the first to leave.

He found himself searching for you throughout the building, with no luck. Until the elevator doors opened, he stepped on with his head hung down. So consumed in his own thoughts again, he didn't realize the other person at first. 

When he lifted his head to finally greet them, he was faced with you. You refused to even look at his way, choosing to face straight forward at the exit. 

"Y/n..." He managed to croak out, weakly. 

Silence, still. As soon as the doors opened, you rushed out. He was stuck standing there again. 

It was early Friday night, and you were already wrapped in the blankets on your bed. Aimlessly scrolling and tapping on tiktok, not even really paying attention to any of the videos. 

You weren't used to spending this much time alone, not anymore. You wanted to go see the people who you realized felt like home to you, especially in this foreign country. But you didn't want to deal with the fallout of the oldest. Jiji did beg to come over... You'd been missing him so much. You'd been missing everyone so much, even your co-workers.

Most of the work you do can be done from home, on your personal pc or work laptop. The majority of your co-workers had periods of time where they wouldn't set foot into the building for weeks at a time. You knew it wouldn't be weird to them if you worked from home for a while. So you've been opting to do that, only going into the building if you absolutely needed to.

Until today that is. At nearly 4 in the morning you were cc'd on multiple emails. The constant dinging woke you up. There was a huge issue with a group's new M/V. Footage was corrupted, drafts were deleted, and it had already passed the deadline. They needed all hands on deck. You were in such a rush to come in, you didn't bring any food or drinks with you. You had arrived about an hour after receiving the email, so by the time afternoon rolled around, you needed to get something in your system. Thankfully the major issues had been solved, but now came the fine tuning. You could finish up at home, but truthfully you missed being out and about. Even if it was just at work.

You reluctantly made your way down to the cafeteria, thinking you'd be safe because you know SKZ's schedule for today. You knew they'd be in dance practice. Oh how surprised you were when Jisung nearly tackled you to the ground. He was on you as soon as you came down the stairs to the main level. Your heart hurts when you see the glossy look in his eyes, paired with sadness. Hyunjin was right next to him, trying to pry him off of you and avoid a scene. Instead you pulled him into a group hug, which he eventually accepted, wrapping his arms around the both of you. 

They both badgered you with questions. Asking where you'd been, what happened, if you were mad at them. You were honest with them, and nearly broke down again. You weren't okay. You were hurt, and angry. But you assured them that you weren't angry with any of them, besides one obviously. And even though Jiji didn't bring up Chan exactly, or that night, you did. You started ranting about how stupid you felt for what happened. You've been holding it all in for the longest time, the words were rolling off your tongue effortlessly. 

You could see that at first, Hyunjin was a little shocked and confused. Possibly embarrassed judging by his pink tinted cheeks. But he held your other hand, that Ji wasn't holding, supporting you either way. You couldn't begin to express your appreciation. You'd half expected all the members to know exactly what happened. You also figured they'd side with Chan, and be upset at you for cutting off all contact basically. Considering Hyunjin didn't know what happened, you knew that wasn't the case. Relief washed over you slightly. 

It would be better if less people knew, less people to pick sides. In the grand scheme of things, this was only really between two people. There was no need to involve anyone else directly. On top of that, you'd never ask any of them to pick your side, not only because you know where you'd stand compared to their leader. You also wanted to avoid negative drama, and any arguments that might start with them.

Jisung begged you to come over tonight. Said that they would figure it out, that he would take you to his room even. He tried to make you laugh saying he'd even hang a sign saying 'no Chan's allowed' on his door. But you refused, not wanting to create uneasy tension, or make anyone feel uncomfortable in their own home. 

He then offered to come over and have a night just the two of you, and as tempting as it was, you found yourself wanting to be alone. Your go to method for self soothing was always solitude, even if it wasn't always healthy. 

You could see him deflating the more you denied his offers to spend time together. The anxiety was growing in his eyes. Knowing him, he was fearing that this was the end of your friendship. That simply could never happen.

'Give me just a few more days, and I'll be over it all. I'll be back to normal.'

That's what you told him, but you didn't even know if that was true. Regardless, you refused to lose your best friend over a situation like this.

One thing's for sure, you need to stop isolating. It wasn't helping as much as you convinced yourself it would. Just as you were debating texting Ji that you changed your mind, and to come over. Your phone chimed, and it was Jiji, he texted you first.

You threw the blankets off, opting to keep on your pajama shorts instead of changing. You slid a hoodie on over your cami though, because you refused to put a bra on. 

They're your friends and you know they'd never judge you or your home. Still you tidied up the take out containers, cups, and cans left in your kitchen and living room. You folded your throw blankets, and fluffed up the pillows on your couch. You quickly picked up the clothes strewn across your apartment, and threw them into your room. You'd deal with the laundry later. Lastly, you went to take the garbage out, and as you turned to go back inside, a car drove up and Ji hopped out. He was in a hoodie, with the hood pulled up. He also wore sunglasses, and a black mask. 

"Y/nie!" Ji said and ran up to hug you.

"Long time no see." You joke, wrapping your arms around him. 

Hyunjin was also semi disguising himself, also in a hoodie. He had a baseball cap on, with his hood also up. He covered his eyes with the visor, and wore a black mask as well. He sent off the driver with a thank you and wave.

"Don't tease. It's been an excruciating amount of time. I need to recharge." He said squeezing you tighter.

"Hey y/n." Hyunjin walked up next, carrying bags full of goodies. 

"Hey! Come on, give me those, let's get inside." 

After you lead them in, you guys get comfy in the living room. They brought drinks, and loads of snacks and candy. In no time, you fell into that familiar and comfortable groove of your usual weekend shenanigans. Just a smaller circle this time.

"So," Ji started with his cheeks full of cheesecake, "I got in trouble with Minho." 

"How?!" You giggled. 

"I think Minho saved you actually, the way Chan was looking at you? He needed to get you out of there, you were NOT giving it up." Hyune said. 

"Wait, what happened?" You sat up more, worried now. 

"Tchh, he wouldn't have laid a finger on me." He tried to act confidently, but the way he rubbed his hands together told a different story.

"You guys fought?!" You gasped.

When Ji said nothing, and avoided your eyes, Hyune decided to speak up.

"They've been fighting. Mostly silently. You know, avoiding each other, sending the other looks and glares. But some days Hannie can't keep his mouth shut."

You gave Ji a stern look, and he just swallowed his cake.

"Anyways," Ji said, clearly trying to get the subject off of Chan, "Minho was so angry with me. I got scolded so much, I nearly cried."

"Well, yelling at Chan in front of the entire group probably wasn't the smartest thing to do..." Hyune mumbled.

Suddenly, concern washed over you. Surprisingly for Chan. You couldn't help it when the words just slipped out.

"So... how is Chan?" You attempted to sound nonchalant, stuffing your mouth with a brownie immediately afterwards.

They were both staring at you, unsure of how to answer. 

"He's... tense. I get something clearly happened between you two, but I don't know exactly what's up. He seems angry, and lashes out at people verbally... But he's sad too, he's been attempting to hide away from everyone too." Hyune says. 

"He has no reason to be angry." Ji snaps.

"Ji..." You say, "You should stop being so hostile to him. He didn't do anything to you..." 

Damn that soft spot in your heart, even when you've been completely devastated by him, you're sitting here defending him. 

He gave you the stern look now, "No. But he did something to hurt you. He's acting like a god damn fuck boy, and I always knew him to be better than that. I've never seen you like this! He made you stop visiting us, you even stopped talking to me throughout the day. He created a divide. And I'm sorry to be selfish, but whether or not it was done to me, it still affected me too!"

The anguish in his voice shot through your chest, creating that god awful sinking feeling. He was right, but still... it wasn't only Chan that held the blame. You were guilty of your own actions. You never should've pushed any of them away, especially Hanji.

"Okay, I have to ask. What the hell happened, it seems like he did something really bad." Hyunjin finally asked, worry written all over his face.

Ji refused to look up from his cheesecake, he was now just mashing it up angrily on his plate. 

"I like Chan." You blurted out, "Well, I liked him. I still like him? I'm trying to get over him though. But it's proving to be more difficult than I thought, so maybe it's more than me just having a crush. I don't know. It feels ridiculous to have such big emotions towards him, considering we struggle to even hold a conversation. I know nothing substantial about him, and I'm sure it's vice-versa. But the last time I was over... We ended up... halfway hooking up in the hall? But he stopped. And he looked at me like I was crazy. Like he forgot who I was, and like... like he was disgusted that it was me he was touching." You started rambling now. 

"And I mean I get it. I'm me, nothing special. We were drunk, and I'm sure with the way we were feeling, it could've just been chalked up to hormones on overdrive. But... I really thought he was reciprocating my feelings. I feel so stupid, to put that much value into sex. It's just sex. And it didn't even happen! I don't know. It just hurt, it still hurts. The regret in his eyes, that stung so bad. Because I didn't regret it, fuck, I don't regret it... I'm just so angry. I can't seem to move on from this."

They both sat listening to you, as tears began to well in your eyes. Ji pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest. Your arm rested on top of his stomach, the other sliding between his back and the couch. He was carding his fingers through your hair, and scratching your scalp lightly, like he knew you liked.

"Stop talking down on yourself. I don't like seeing you tear yourself down with lies." Ji mumbled.

"I'm sorry you're going through this... Have you two... talked at all?" Hyunjin asked.

"No. I'm trying to avoid that. I already got my heart ripped out once, I don't want to go through it again." You nearly sobbed, thinking back to how he approached you in the elevator. All he said was your name, but his voice was filled with such strong emotions that you couldn't decipher. You'd just assumed it was still regret, and ran out of there as fast as you could. 

Hyunjin rubbed your knee comfortingly, "But maybe talking would help... I'm not trying to make excuses for him. He should've spoken up at that point, offered some sort of explanation or reassurance, something. That's on him for not opening his mouth, you'd obviously be confused about the whole thing. I don't know if you're interested in fixing things and talking it out, or even remaining friends with him. Regardless, I feel like some sort of closure would help you and help him. And unfortunately that does involve talking it out."

You nodded your head, "It probably would, but I don't feel like I'm ready. You didn't see his eyes. I can't handle it if he looks at me like that again." You whispered the next sentence, "I don't want anyone to look at me that way again. "

"I don't think Chan would ever be disgusted by you, I mean judging by the looks some of us have caught him giving you. He definitely finds you attractive, as he should." He smirked, making you give a breathy laugh through the tears, "Frankly, I'm shocked that you were even interested in him. I mean have you seen me?" He gestured to his face dramatically, turning from side to side and gave a few poses.

You and Ji both chuckled at him.

 "Or Felix? Even Innie lately is growing more into his features! Why not one of us?!" He nudged your leg with a laugh.

"HEY! If anyone gets to date my Jagi, it's obviously me. We'll be two hot, married best friends who suffer in abstinence, because we can't bring ourselves to consummate the marriage." Ji suddenly slurs, holding onto you tighter. 

Yeah, he was a little too quiet there for too long, the alcohol must've hit him.

You burst out laughing, and shove him away from you, "Gross Jiji!" 

"And thank you Hyune, but I feel like that can't be true. Even if he has checked me out, that's superficial. I mean we're human, we can feel a basic level of attraction to someone we see for only 2 seconds, and never get to see them again. When I say I like him, it's more than just a physical relationship. I know it's illogical, for so many reasons. Like I said, I barely even know him. There's been no attempt to even get on the same level, like how I know the rest of you. We barely talked, we had that huge argument, and he's always kept some distance from me... there's always been a detachment. So for me to want to be with him, even after all the signs of him wanting nothing to do with me? It's insane. He could never want that, could never want me. Not beyond a quick fuck apparently. And he couldn't even go through with that..."

You know you're starting to sound repetitive and bitter, and a little pathetic. But damn it, this hurts. And these thoughts were consuming your mind in a vicious continual cycle. 

Hyunjin just hummed, neither agreeing or disagreeing, "You know you can't help emotions y/n, they're borderline instinctual. Especially love, and I'm not saying you're in love with him, but to care for someone? That passion? It's got to count for some kind of love. It's such a powerful feeling, we have no control over it, it's humorlessly funny like that." 

You were listening to him talk intently, he was so poetic. Maybe it was the fact you were a little tipsy, but you were thinking that he should write more songs. More love songs specifically. 

"If we could control it, there'd be much less heartbreak in the world I think. Unrequited love wouldn't exist... With that in mind though, there'd be a lot less love overall. I mean think about it, love almost always comes with some sort of eventual pain. There'd be many people who'd just opt out altogether..." He paused for a moment before continuing, "And never discount things as impossible, everything is possible. I'm not saying this to try to give you hope or destroy your hope. I'm not saying this to persuade you either. I'm just saying sometimes things aren't so black and white. Grey exists too, and it's a pretty beautiful shade if you ask me. I think you should talk to him about it." He finished

You nodded and offered a smile, "Maybe I should, and thank you."

You gestured for him to join you and Ji on the couch, and he rested against you. His head on your shoulder, creating a momentary cuddle pile, with you sandwiched in the middle.

You were so grateful to these boys, helping to piece you back together when you felt so broken. And over something seemingly insignificant to most. Ji was physically comforting you, and Hyune was comforting you mentally and emotionally. He just seemed to understand the world on a different level, able to see perspectives that might not always be clear to most. His mind was a beautiful place, and you felt honored that he let you in. You both formed a special bond tonight, similar yet completely different to you and Ji.

And, oh Ji... he wasn't getting off scot free.

"And you," You looked up to Ji, who was looking down at you wide eyed, "You need to apologize for your behavior with Chan. I understand you want to protect me, and I love you for that. Immensely. But he's your leader. He's done and sacrificed so much for you and your members. I'm sure no one knows what's going through his head. Stop giving him such a hard time... I'll figure out a solution with him eventually... even if it's just practicing being civil with each other. For now, try not to take things out on him. I'm sorry I stopped coming around. That fault lies completely on me, and it was petty. I won't avoid anyone anymore, so promise me you'll apologize. And that means as soon as you see him!"

He looked at you, processing your words before answering, "...fine. But seriously... don't go dark on me again, Jagiya." He said quietly. 

You smiled, and snuggled up closer to him, "I won't, my poor baby."

The three of you continued chatting, catching up on all the crazy things you missed out on. Apparently a lot can happen in two weeks. You were angry you missed out on a weekend camping trip. Apparently they all had gotten so drunk, except Chan. And I.N. kept threatening to hit people with his shoe. They informed you that Chan was very quiet on the trip. He kept to himself mostly, and binge ate ice cream instead of sharing a drink with the rest. 

You couldn't get your mind off Hyunjin's words. Chan has been watching you? The amount of time you spent checking him out, you'd figured if that were true you would have noticed. Maybe he was sneakier than you thought. Then again, that night your eyes did meet more than once or twice... You kept catching him looking at you. Maybe what Hyune said was true.

You were stuffed, full of candy and sweets. And also a little tipsy. It was getting late. Close to an hour later, you sent them home in a rideshare, telling them both to text you when they get home. Then you made sure to text Minho, alerting him of exactly how drunk Han was, and apologizing. You knew he'd be the one stuck taking care of him, if there's anyone who loves Ji as much as you, it's Minho. He might love him even more, having known him for much longer than you did. If the boys didn't have such a busy schedule this week, you'd be able to have Ji and Jinnie spend the night and take care of them yourself. 

A weight was lifted off your shoulders, and you silently cursed yourself for hiding yourself away for so long. You always did that, and it never ended well. You really were thankful to Ji, you don't know what you'd do without him.

That night, you felt yourself drifting off to sleep quicker, easier. But even as slumber was pulling you in, Chan was still on your mind. 

Chan was sitting on the couch with Minho, having been forced out of his room and pushed to socialize. He hadn't done much, he was in his thoughts again. Occasionally entertaining the others with curt responses and short conversations here and there. They seemed to just be happy with his presence, and he was thankful for that.

Jisung and Hyunjin had gone to your house, and the unknown made him feel uneasy. He was happy though, because that meant you weren't cutting everyone off, you weren't done with the entire group, you were staying in their lives.

Everyone but the man that fucked up it would seem. Still, he felt relief. He wouldn't forgive himself if he was the cause of a valuable friendship lost for everyone.

The rest of the members had gone to sleep by now, but he and Minho were waiting for the two younger members to arrive home. You had texted Minho saying they were on their way back, and to take care of them as they were drunk. Jisung especially. 

He was wondering what was taking them so long, and he could tell Minho had some worry too. His leg shaking up and down. Then, as if on cue, Hyunjin bursts through the door. He has Hannie in his grasp, pulling him along as he tries to resist entering the dorm.

Hyune mumbled, "C'mon. You promised her." 

He started to feel flushed, and hot. What does that mean?

He gave Hannie a push towards Chan, and Minho gave a worried look to both of them. He was expecting the worst. Jisung was staring at his feet, playing with his fingers and biting his lip. 

Chan didn't think he could feel more disheartened than he already was, but it was apparently possible. Staring at Hannie in front of him, he looked so defeated. What had happened at your house?

Finally he looked up to Chan. And Chan was sure his face mirrored the younger ones anxiety. 

Then Han started tearing up, "I'm sorry Channie-hyung!" He wailed, and collapsed into Chan's arms. 

Chan was shocked, but he just held him close, and softly shushed him, trying to comfort him. He was trying to offer understanding and his own apologies. But Jisung ignored it babbled on, recanting his negative actions and harsh words. Chan respected the fact that he was apologizing, but he already knew why he had said the things he said. Why he had done the things he did. In fact, he held a sense of pride towards Hanji for it. It wasn't easy for him to stand up to Chan. And while, yes, he was being inappropriate from a certain viewpoint, he expected nothing less from the boy trying to protect his best friend. He couldn't be angry with him about that fact.

If anything he just felt more guilty that he had to protect you from Chan at all.

He continued slurring, stuttering, and sniffling in between talking. His words were barely coherent at this point, but Chan did catch one sentence.

"I thought I was losing her forever because of that night..."

Chan never felt more disappointed in himself, his entire being crumpled. Not only did he hurt you, he hurt Han. He's hurt the other members who grew to care for you just as much as he did. He never intended to hurt anyone, and instead he hurt many. It was all his fault.

With the help of Minho, they dragged Han to bed. Minho stayed with him, tucking him in, then getting him water and paracetamol for the morning. Minho stated he'd be spending the night in Han's room, just in case he was going to be sick. So Chan went out to check on Hyunjin, hoping he wasn't as inebriated but expecting as much. He found him in the kitchen, a bottle of water in one hand and a chip bag in the other.

"You feeling okay, Hyunjin?"

"Yeah, I didn't have as much as Han did..." He trailed off, "Neither did y/n." He was eyeing Chan as he continued, a glint in his eye while he said it.

Chan just nodded and kept silent, knowing he was trying to get at something. And it didn't feel like it was anything but teasing. Hyunjin wasn't having that though, he never did when people ignored what he had to say.

"Y/n made Han apologize you know," He started as he opened his chips, "I mean we both know he would've eventually. But she made him promise he would apologize as soon as he saw you."

That piqued his interest somewhat. He didn't view you as a mean person, but he figured you wouldn't mind seeing him distressed due to Han. In fact when he was standing in front of him, he was sure that he was about to get cussed out. By order of you, maybe. Considering Hyune said that Han promised you something. He wouldn't blame you, he deserved it after all.

But no. You were continuing to be your kind and sweet self. Even towards the person who upset you. He was confused.

"Why?" Chan finally whispered, more to himself than Hyune. 

"I believe her words were, 'he's done and sacrificed so much for you' and 'no one knows what's going through his head'. So she suggested that he, well more like intimidated him, to apologize." He said while dipping his hand into the bag of chips, "It was cute, really. She was almost... protective." 

With that he popped a chip in his mouth, and went off to bed, leaving Chan dumbstruck in the kitchen yet again.

His heart was thumping in his ears, unsure of how to interpret those words. But they meant something, right? Hyunjin was a tease, sure, but he must know what happened. He wasn't just teasing about this? Surely he wouldn’t go to that extent.

'No one knows what's going through his head.' 

You were right. No one knows. You don't know. He needed to talk to you, he needed to let you know. He needed to let you in, even if it was hard.

Suddenly he felt hope again. It was small and shriveled, but alive. He was sure with enough care and nourishment, something precious could bloom from it. 

The week flew by, and now it was nearing the weekend again. Things almost felt normal. You had returned to the office regularly, no longer working from home. Your time with Ji had gone back to normal, Jinnie often tagging along now. And the other members were glad you had started showing up again too. Everyone was excited to recommence the late night antics at their dorm tonight.

You couldn't help but notice Chan seemed relieved too, a little too relieved. Even though you clearly gave him the cold shoulder. It didn't seem to bother him. You obviously have an idea of why his attitude towards you changed drastically, but what you don't have an idea of is what his goal is. You can't necessarily say he's acting as if nothing had happened anymore, because of his new demeanors. But he still hasn't mentioned anything to you directly. His gall was starting to irritate you. His mixed signals were angering you. 

If you were to think logically and assume, maybe in his head, he had been attempting some sort of effort to 'fix' things. But you tried to shut it down every single time, still unsure of his reasoning. Because he still never brought up that night, and was acting as if nothing happened at all. As if his reasoning for trying to be more friendly didn't exist. It was ridiculous. 

Before that night, it was always you making sure to greet him first, you striking up small talk, you trying to crack jokes with him. All small and simple gestures, but gestures nonetheless. If only to keep things polite and civil. The tables seemed to have turned, and now he was initiating it all. In front of others you were short with him, but made sure to still be polite. There was a deeper detachment than before, and it didn't go unnoticed by the others either. Though they kept their mouths shut, only eyeing the interactions between you two. 

In your head you figured that he'd get the hint and stop trying so hard at whatever it was he was trying at. You hoped it would trigger a conversation about that night finally. It got to the point where it started to create an awkward vibe in the presence of the others. But no, he still wouldn't stop. He just amped it up, and now the dynamic was once again changing. 

He'd figured out the exact times you would take your breaks, and would manage to catch you before anyone else could. When you stepped off the elevator, he'd be waiting for you with a smile, and offer to buy you a snack. You'd decline, instead opting to take a small walk and stretch your legs. When you get back to your desk you'd find your favorite cookies on them, or your favorite candy bar, or your favorite drink from the vending machine. They were always wrapped nicely or bagged with a bow, with a note attached. It usually reads something like, 'don't forget to eat today! --Channie'. 

You would always hand them out to your co-workers, or offer the singular items to your office bestie, before crumpling the note and throwing it out. 

He'd taken to somehow always being there to hold a door open for you. Or trying to hold your bags when he caught you using the stairs instead of the elevator, actively trying to avoid him. Or when you were helping staff move the camera equipment from room to room, he'd try to take the load off your hands. It always ended in you snapping at him in a whisper. And him furrowing his brows like he didn't understand what he did wrong.

It's not that his actions were wrong, actually. They were the opposite, but why? Why was he doing all this, when he never did before. He was putting all this effort into acts of service, when all you wanted to do was talk. It was hard for you to bring it up, especially when he was acting so sweet yet pissing you off at the same time. 

You should've realized it'd be hard for him to bring it up too, but you didn't. Because of that, there was the Wednesday incident. 

You were heading home for the day, not having had a run in with Chan all day, and unsure how to feel about it. You were almost out the door when you heard heavy footsteps coming towards you from across the lobby, and your stomach twisted. 

Chan.

"Hey! Wait!" He said with a smile, "I'll walk you to your car." 

You'd had enough at that point. You rolled your eyes, and continued out the door. But you knew he'd catch up anyways. 

As his pace aligned with yours, he kept talking, "Sorry I couldn't catch you at all today, it was a busy one. It still is, I think I'll be stuck in the studio all night. Han too, we finally figured out the ho--"

"Chan!" You cut him off, "Really? What makes you think I'm in the mood to talk to you? What makes you think I was waiting for your presence at all? You don't need to apologize for being busy. We're at work. We're working. It's what we do." You spat out, more abrasive than you've ever been to him. 

He looked at you wide eyed, and you felt something akin to guilt pang in your chest. Immediately you ignored it, and kept walking. Only for him to latch onto your arm gently. 

"I don't understand." He said, discouragement lacing his voice. "I'm trying to... trying to--" 

"Trying to what? What exactly is it that you're trying to do? Because I can't figure it out. You're being so hot and cold, you went from one extreme to the other. I don't know how to decipher that."

"I just want things to go back to being okay again! I want us to be normal again." He said exasperated. 

"Okay?!" You chuckled, "Normal? Our normal was borderline avoiding each other, which I am keeping up with very well, thank you. Our normal was talking to each other out of necessity. Our normal was little to no interaction, unless we're in a group. Whatever you're trying at, it's not our normal!" You shouted.

"No, what I mean is-" but you cut him off again, too heated to think logically.

"Our normal definitely didn't include me against a wall, and your fingers inside me and around my throat. THAT is not our normal. And I know it made things uncomfortable. And I know you regret it. But how can you expect things to go back to being whatever you think 'okay' is, if we haven't even talked about it?" You took a second to suck air into your lungs that seemed to be burning with rage. 

"Instead you talk to me like that night never happened, and then you behave as if we've been best friends forever. You act as if that behavior, whatever your reason for it, isn't influenced by that night. You talk to me about things we never talked about before. We never caught up on how each other's day was, we never checked in with each other to make sure the other ate, we never took breaks together to get coffee or a snack and chat. You're expecting me to be the same as you, and ignore what happened. But I can't Chan, I can't do it. All I want is closure, instead it feels almost like I'm being led on. Before that happened, I was insignificant to your life. Our only connection being Ji! Then... then in an instant everything changed and then it changed again. It's confusing Chan. I'm lost here." 

The tears were brimming in your eyes, and his ears were the brightest red you've ever seen. The flush went to his cheeks, and down his neck, and the grip he had on your arm was trembling. He started to open his mouth again, but you were quick to stop him. You felt like all he would give you right now is excuses, and you weren't ready to hear that.

"Please, Chan. I'm the one who's trying. I'm trying to move past it, like you seem to want to. But it's harder for me. When I feel like this, all I want to do is go home and hide. I can't do that though, not again. I'm trying to be civil. I'm trying to be polite, for the sake of everyone in our lives. But you keep pushing for some sort of friendship we never had..." You felt the dampness on your cheeks now, and before you knew it, your last sentence slipped through, "And did it ever occur to you that I wanted more than a simple friendship?" 

At that he let your arm fall, and he took in a shaky breath. You figured now was the time he would say something, but he seemed frozen. Then he spoke in a soft tone.

"I'm so sorry y/n, I promise I can explain..."

That was it, your heart started to ache at the thought of his words. You weren't ready to be rejected again. So you rubbed your cheeks, one at a time, swiping the tears away and sniffling. He reached towards you again, stepping closer, but you stepped back. 

"I need to go."

And you left. You got in your car, and you held it all in. The whole drive home, you refused to let yourself process any of the conversation. Which in reality was less of a conversation, and more you blowing up on Chan. 

It wasn't until you stepped through your door that you sunk to the floor, back against your front door and started sobbing. You let it all out. The guilt for yelling at him. The despair over the rejection, that never left your heart. The embarrassment over the entire situation and how you were acting. Your unjust, pure anger. It all just came out in tears. You couldn't stop them, your only focus was on breathing when you could. 

You didn't know how long you stayed like that, hugging your knees and bawling your eyes out. But the sound of keys jingling, and the pressure of the door pushing against your back, is what snapped you out of that grief stricken daze.

"Oh, Jagiya..." You registered Hans voice as you stood up to move, you forgot you gave him keys to your place.

He scooped you into his chest, squeezing you tight. You held onto him, just as firm. 

"Wait..." You were confused, Chan said they both would be late in the studio, "What are you doing here?"

He pulled back and scanned your face as you sniffled. He sighs, and leads you into your kitchen, wetting a towel and dabbing at your puffy eyes and cheeks before drying them. Once you seemed to be in a pacified state, he continued. 

"An unintelligent kangaroo I happen to know, told me I should head home early and check on you. He seems to be more intelligent than I thought." He tried to make light of the situation, but guilt bubbled up in you once again. 

"Wanna talk about what happened?" He offered. 

And so you word vomited at him. Retelling the whole scene word for word, since the words were mostly your own. He listened, nodding when necessary, and humming in agreement to some parts. When you were done, you looked at him and waited. 

He was looking down with his arms crossed, leaning against your kitchen counter. He looked deep in thought. 

"Well?" You said desperately. 

"Well, I think it's good one of you finally broke the ice on it. You got it off your chest, you said what you needed to. Yeah, maybe you were rude. But now the door to talk about it finally was opened. However, maybe you should've heard him out. Seems like he could barely get a word in edgewise. If I know you when you're angry, which I do, I know you never planned on letting him speak. You always have to have the last word, my little attack chihuahua."

Then he poked your forehead, "Stubborn. Defensive. Both of you." 

You groaned, "I know, I know. I'm already beating myself up over it." 

"When will either of you learn? You don't need to beat yourself up over it, you just need to communicate. You missed your opportunity today, but that doesn't mean all hope is lost. I know he really wants to talk to you."

"Talk again?" You scrunch your face at the idea, even while knowing it had to happen.

"Apologize, is more like it." He retorted. 

Your face dropped, but you knew he was right. 

"Hey, you made me do it. And it was the right thing to do. Like you said, no matter how angry I am, I needed to apologize. The same rules apply to you... Plus I've been hesitant to say this but..."

"What?"

"If he wanted to stop in the middle of it all, he had every right to. I know it hurts but, no means no, you know?" 

Guilt flooded your veins yet again, are you really coming across as some sort of hostile person after facing a rejection? You suppose it was half right, which made you feel disappointed in yourself. You were no better than the men who throw tantrums when women reject them. In your mind though, you were more upset at ignoring it all. 

"I know that, and currently I'm not angry because sex didn't happen. I'm angry because I don't understand why it almost happened, and I want an explanation. I just want to know why he was so cold to me the entire time before it happened, and why he tried to act like nothing happened and was friendlier to me afterwards. If he wanted to stop because he changed his mind and wasn't feeling it, that's fine. But he could've said that, I'd be hurt because I like him so much, but I'd get over it. Why I'm upset now is because I don't like the mixed signals. I don't like the unknown. I want closure."

"To get closure you have to talk to him y/n, you avoid him just as much as he used to avoid you. Now that he's stopped, you're still avoiding him. And acting kind of rude to him, we've all seen it. The fake smiles don't really hide the contempt in your eyes. You're always valid in your emotions always, but I've recently learned that it's the reaction that you are held responsible for. That goes for him too, even though his reactions may not be as hostile as yours. His reaction of ignoring it, is just as hurtful to you. But... I have a feeling if you hear him out, you'll get your closure." 

Again, you knew he was right about it all. You knew you had been bitter and immature about the entire situation. You paced for a moment, thinking about how you could even apologize to him. He'd been trying to fix things, and talk just like you wanted. Why have you held on to all that anger for so long? You were in the wrong too, more so than he was. You needed to apologize quickly.

"Just take the night to process and decompress. You'll have plenty of opportunities to talk with him, especially since his mission in life lately is just that. Again, we've all noticed it, he can't seem to leave you alone."

"Do you know what he's up to?" You squint your eyes at Ji suspiciously. 

"He won't tell anyone exactly why he's doing what he's doing. But I have my own speculations, which I won't be sharing because I'm not trying to meddle and put ideas in your head. After talking with him a bit tonight, I don't think he's aiming to hurt you, that's for sure." 

You sighed again, and nodded. 

"Now. Dinner and comfort anime? I'm thinking.... Nana?" 

"God, yes please. I need a distraction from realizing how much of an asshole I was. That I was actually the one starting issues." You groan, and you both plop down the couch and start to order food. 

Ji went home half an hour ago, and you're now staring at your phone. Debating the text you typed up to Chan. Your finger was hovering over the send button. It would be better to apologize in person, but you weren't sure you could face him without some sort of emotional outburst anymore. It was something you needed to work on. So maybe smoothing things over through text before you spoke with him would help.  

You read it over one last time... God you sounded too professional, like you were talking to your boss. You hit send anyway, you weren't going to come up with anything better to say. You put your phone down, only for it to buzz a minute later.

Good... things are starting to get better. Or so you thought. 

You didn't see him at all on Thursday, nor spoke to him. You didn't see Jiji either, but he confirmed through text that Chan had been cooped up with him in the studio. You felt bad, knowing you probably added more stress to their jobs. Especially considering Ji ditched work yesterday to comfort you. 

Now it was Friday, and they were back at work in the studio again. Hyunjin was over yours because he finished up early, the both of you were just hanging out. Waiting for everyone else to get out. The nine of you were recommencing weekend get togethers.

"You should bring them food." Hyunjin, who was currently laying across your couch suggested.

He could sense your anxiety, constantly checking your phone for the time. He knew you wanted to talk to Chan, finally.

"I don't want to interrupt them, I already did that yesterday." You mumbled.

"Tch, like either of them would really view you as an interruption. They'd be elated."

"Ji? Yes, yes he would. You know things are weird between me and Chan though." You whined.

"Mmm, but this could be your chance to fix it." He suggested in a sing-song voice. 

You actually debated it, but you didn't want to prolong his work tonight by stealing time for a conversation. A most likely lengthy conversation. 

You looked at the clock, still debating and wondering if you had time. When you saw the time you realized it was much later than you thought. 

"Shit, forget food. We're going to be late." 

Hyunjin glanced at the time and nodded, "Alright, let's head to mine."

You grabbed your keys and headed for the door, Hyunjin followed and soon you both were in the car on the way to the dorm. 

Once you got there, and Hyunjin let you in, you realized everyone was already here, judging by the pile of shoes. It seemed, the majority were getting cleaned up and changed into fresh clothes. 

"I'm going to change too! I need to get out these jeans and into something comfier. Just make yourself at home!" He said while heading to his bedroom. 

You sat on the couch and started scrolling on your phone. You were laughing at a funny video when you heard someone walking down the hall. Of course Chan is the first to finish, and he decides to join you on the couch. He takes the seat next to you, like right next to you. 

"Um... Do you have to sit so close?" You say in the softest voice you could manage.

Remember. Stay level headed, no snapping, no meltdown, no blow ups. Don't yell. 

He looks at you a bit defeated, and moves to the other end of the couch. 

You sigh. Things were still touchy. It can't keep continuing on like this, it's too uncomfortable for you both. You have to apologize and make amends. It's now or never, but he speaks before you the chance. 

"Y/n. Is now a good time to talk?" He says in a serious tone, with a stern look on his face. 

You tense under his gaze, and your stomach feels like it's sinking. Was he that mad at you? You kind of understand why though. 

"S-sure." You stuttered.

His eyes darkened, tongue poking his cheek. He's getting shifty now, and glancing down the hallway.

 "Do you mind if we talk in private?" 

You suppose it would be even more uncomfortable if someone else happened across you two discussing this. So when he stands up and heads towards his room, you follow him into it. 

His room was neat. You'd never been in it before, and sure, you've seen the live streams. But it was a very different feeling, seeing it through a screen versus being inside it. 

He sits on his bed, and pats the spot next to him for you to sit. You opt for leaning against the door, arms crossed in front of you. You were feeling defensive still, and didn't want to push your limits. It was his turn to sigh now, as he hung his head.

"Y/n I meant it when I said I'm really tryi--"

"Can I say something first... and then I promised I won't interrupt you again."

He just nods, with his tongue poking his cheek again. You know you're pushing his buttons, but you felt you needed to apologize before anything. Now you decided to sit next to him, twisting your torso to face him. And he did the same to face you. 

"I'm sorry for the way I acted. It was incredibly childish." You sighed, "I know you had every right to change your mind, and I shouldn't have gotten so angry over it. I never meant to act so toxic towards you. I should've just accepted the fact that you wanted to stop and moved on. But the truth is... I've liked you for a while now. So when that happened, in my head, I took it as you reciprocating my feelings. Which doesn't make any sense, because you never knew of my feelings.”

Chan snorted a bit, trying to conceal a laugh.

“Then when you stopped, paired with the look on your face, it felt like you realized you made a mistake doing that with me. You looked like you were disgusted. Which I promise you, I now totally understand if that's the case. But it still hurt me... regardless, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. So again, I'm sorry. I truly am. I hope you can forgive me." You managed to get it all out clearly, with a steady tone. 

He was staring at you with a thoughtful look on his face, soaking in your words, processing. Then he smirked, and that was the last thing you expected. 

"I guess you were acting a little bratty." He chuckled a bit. 

Then he reached for your hand, putting his on top of yours. You felt the fluttering in your stomach at his simple action. But you flipped your hand over anyways, palm up and letting him hold it.

"But y/n, you've got it all wrong, and it's partly my fault." He started, and your eyebrows furrowed, a look of confusion falling on your face.

"I like you too," he squeezed your hand gently, and it was oddly comforting, "The reason I stopped is because I didn't want you to think that all I wanted from you was sex. Because I want so much more." 

Were you dreaming? Is he really confessing right now? Even after how horrible you were towards him?

"I know the way I acted before doesn't exactly translate to me having feelings for you." He continued, "The truth is I was too scared to confess, until that night. The liquor gave me that extra boost of confidence, and you just... looked so beautiful. And the game we played, and catching you look my way multiple times. It almost confirmed to me that you wanted me too. Because I wanted you then and there. So when I saw you in the hallway, I thought it was my chance. But I let the lust take over."

Heat started to spread in your lower stomach at his words, and he kept going. 

"I wanted to do things the proper way. I wanted to confess, and ensure that you knew I was serious about you, and not a fling. I wanted to take you out on dates, and properly ask you to be mine. I should have just said it all that night. I got scared again though, and just froze. And I know the way I was acting right after was confusing, I didn't mean to give you mixed signals."

Your head was spinning with all the information he was sharing, it truly felt like you were in a daydream. Then you found your voice again.

"It felt like you were disgusted with me." You whispered, "And then you were acting so nonchalant about the whole thing, as if it never happened. I guess I was assuming things."

He cupped your cheek, and comfortingly rubbed his thumb against it

"I could never be disgusted by you, love."

You had to resist a shiver at him calling you that pet name.

"I wanted us both to be sober too. That's why I idiotically told you to drink water, and rest. And the next morning, I was so nervous because you were rushing to leave. You had tears in your eyes, I said the first thing to pop into my head. I was hoping to talk about everything that morning. But then you walked out the door, and I felt like I had no right to stop you.  Then Hannie was so mad at me, you stopped coming around. I felt like I fucked everything up and I lost all hope for a while." He sounded distraught.

“Until Hannie argued with me, yelling at me to fix things. He outright put the entire blame on me, and he did this in front of everyone. So that experience paired with your disappearance from our lives, especially Hannies life. He was so lost without you, I knew I had to try and fix it right away. I had been wanting to, I was just so unsure how to go about it. But Han's words pushed me to just go for it."

You took the opportunity to scoot closer to him, side by side now. He threw his arm around your waist. 

"The elevator... ugh. I was just so hurt, I was so sure that you were going to come up with excuses, try to let me down easy. I was terrified of the rejection. I had no idea, I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, we were both a little clueless about everything."

"I guess we were just a little stupid, huh?" You laughed.

He chuckled, "Just a bit."

"Then when Hyunjin happened to mention something, that's when I fully had hope again. So I tried to approach you, and be friendly, and get you snacks. I tried to help you out at work when I could. I was still unsure of how to bring it up to you." He admitted.

You felt so ashamed, "And then I went and yelled at you. I didn't even let you speak, ugh. I'm so sorry." 

"Again with the apologizing," He chuckled, "I told you, we were just confused about it. There was a lot of miscommunication... when we did talk anyways."

"I know, I was feeling and throwing mixed signals. All I wanted the entire time was to talk about it. Yet, I tried to avoid you at all costs. It doesn't exactly make sense. God, I was so... so childish."

"You were feisty is what you were. And I'm sure you still are." He joked.

You giggled. It was unbelievable how understanding he was. It was more shocking how wrong you were about his feelings. You had completely misconstrued everything. Assuming the worst. You couldn't be happier about being so wrong.

Nuzzling into his chest, and wrapping your arm around his torso, had him humming contently. But then you thought of what he said earlier. 

"What did Hyunjin say...?"

He cleared his throat, "When you made Hannie apologize to me, Jin said that you were acting almost protective over me. It made me think that I had a chance of proving my feelings for you."

"So that's the true reason why you were so friendly, and constantly getting me things and trying to help me out. You were lowkey trying to confess.” You looked up to him smiling.

He was blushing now, "Yeah, but I realize I was still doing things a little out of order. I'm terrible at communicating I guess." 

"Channie..." you said for the first time, and his blush got deeper, "I know it means a lot to you to do things traditionally. And I appreciate the effort you put in to accomplish that. But to me, it doesn't matter as much. We could've figured everything out afterwards." You said softly, and he was smiling down at you. 

"I guess I should catch up to the modern age." He joked. 

"Never! You prove that chivalry isn't dead. I love that you're a romanticist. Don't change." You laughed, "And... the communication problems? That's something we can both work on. I need to fix that in me too."

You felt him tense, and he caught your chin between his fingers, pushing you to look up at him further. You felt the warmth of his breathing spread across your face, he had that same look on his face as when he leant in to kiss you that night. Wetness was now pooling in your panties, and you had to resist clenching your thighs together. He was so in tune with your body language, and he caught it last time. You're sure he would notice again. You didn't want him to think you were rushing him into sex.

"So... does that mean you want to give us a go?" He was so serious when he said it, you could see the glint of excitement in his eyes though. 

"Of course, it's a dream come true." You smiled at him.

He was quick to bring his lips to yours, kissing you sweetly, softly. You sighed into the kiss, and felt like you were melting into him as you turned your body towards him more. You brought your hands up, one resting on the side of his neck, the other on his shoulder. He brought his other hand to the back of your head, and combed his fingers into your curls. 

He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss, licking your bottom lip. Your tongue met his, and soon you were wrestling against his for dominance. He started leaning you back against his bed, adjusting himself on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. His hands roamed your body and he never broke away from your lips. You were nearly panting into his mouth, giving up and allowing him to explore your mouth. Your hands clutching his shirt like it would save you. The kiss was messy, downright sloppy, and you loved it. You were both desperate for this.

You wanted to imprint his touch into your mind. Every area he grazed made you feel tingly all over. Your entire body was oversensitive for him. You'd never felt like this with anyone else. 

Then he was playing with the hem of your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach. You mewled at that, and he groaned. It was so high pitched it nearly sounded like a whimper. 

"Please... I still want you." He whispered against your lips. 

You were breathing heavy, chest heaving. You couldn't help it when your hips bucked up, letting yourself get consumed by lust, "Yes, god yes. I need you."

He re-positioned himself, lowering his body onto yours and letting his hips grind into you. You could feel his length against you through his shorts, and you whined. Even this felt like ecstasy, he almost made you cum last time from dry humping. He was so skilled at making sure you got friction exactly where you needed it. It was driving you feral. 

His lips attached to your neck, kissing, sucking, and biting his way down to your chest. His hand groped your breast, kneading it. Then he rolled over, flipping your position, so you were on top of him. It was your turn to grind your hips, your core rubbing directly on his erection. He threw his head back, mouth hanging open. His hands gripped your waist, helping you move against him. 

Things felt less rushed this time around. It felt like all time stopped, and the only thing that existed in the world was you and him. You wanted to be lost in this passion with him forever. The high he made you feel, made your head all hazy with desire. 

"Fuck..." He whispered as he looked up at you, seeing how fucked out you looked already. 

His hands slipped underneath your shirt, pulling it up. You took the hint and ripped it off, unclasping your bra afterwards. 

You had to admit, you felt your face flush again, at being exposed to him. But he soon wiped the thought from your mind, leaning up and placing soft kisses all over your chest. He kissed up to your collar bones, he kissed each mound, kissed in between them, he even kissed your nipples so gently. 

You were learning he was a tease.

One hand was kneading your breast again, the other braced against your back. Then his lips closed around one of your nipples, and his hot tongue swirled around it. His hand now playing with the other. Pinching, flicking, and rubbing. He braced the hand against your back, pushing you into him more, while he sucked your nipple harshly. You whimpered, and your hips started rolling against him again.

He pulled off with a pop, and mumbled "I could worship these tits love, all of you is so gorgeous."

His words made you blush, and then he pushed you onto your back again. He clearly wasn't scared to manhandle you at all. He was quickly unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans.

"Need to tase you..." He mumbled again.

You liked needy Chan, somehow he kept the perfect balance of dominant yet deprived for you. He positioned himself between your legs, kissing and licking every inch of them. He held your inner thigh, pushing your legs apart to expose your panties. He placed a kiss on your clothed center, and groaned at the wet spot that was already there. His tongue peeked out, and he licked a slow stripe up, making your underwear wetter. Your eyes rolled back and you sighed, craving more.

And did you mention that you loved how vocal he was? 

He licked his lips as he glanced up at you, mumbling "Taste so good, 'M gonna be addicted. Wanna be between your thighs all the time."

Then he spoke more clearly, with a smirk on his face "You're going to sit on my face one day. I want you to ride it."

You whined at the thought, and pushed your hips up, searching for friction. He took the opportunity to slide your panties to the side, and his tongue slid between your folds immediately. 

You moaned loudly as his tongue flicked against your clit. You felt like you were on fire, yet shivering at the goosebumps spreading all over your body. Your hand reached down to his hair, and he groaned again, making his lips vibrate against you. 

"Mmm... fuck." You moaned as you rocked your hips against his face. 

He has no objections, but he momentarily paused to rip your panties off. Then he wraps his arms around each thigh, forcing you to open wider for him. He buried his face in you, letting his tongue dip into your entrance. 

You gasped at the intrusion, your hand squeezing tighter into his hair. It had you nearly wailing. You'd never felt that before, and you think you could cum from it.

When his lips closed around your clit, he sucked. You were panting, feeling that familiar pleasure slowly coil in your lower abdomen. 

He wasn't shy at all about devouring you, making slurping and squelching sounds. He brought his hand to your entrance, and slipped two fingers inside. You moaned, and he let you adjust before curling his fingers and pumping into you. Your orgasm is building faster now. 

Writhing on the bed, and clutching his sheets, he did his best to keep you still. You were a moaning and whining mess. You couldn't help but be loud. His hand moved faster, as the tip of his tongue flicked at your clit. It was all too much as you felt your climax wash over your. You let out a desperate groan, your legs quivering as his hand squeezed your thigh tighter, preventing you from squeezing your legs shut.

Once you whimpered at the overstimulation, he stopped. Giving your clit one last kiss, sending one last shiver up your spine. Your chest was heaving, you were out of breath. He climbed up your body, wiping your juices and his saliva off his chin with the back of his hand. When he kissed you again, you could taste yourself on him, and you hummed as you licked against his tongue.

He kept kissing you, and you tugged at his shirt, "No fair, I'm completely naked and you're fully dressed."

He chuckled and sat up, pulling his shirt off. You reached up to feel his abs, fingers tracing between each muscle. You moved up to his pecks, and when your palm grazed against his nipple, he hissed. Picking up on it, it was your turn to kiss his chest, making sure to pay special attention to his nipples. Your tongue lapping at them, and then sucking them. 

He quickly turned into a whining mess. His voice making you grow wetter, and clenching around nothing. 

You really loved how vocal he was.

He made quick work of pulling his pants and boxers off, and leaned back down to kiss you. The pressure of his weight on top of you was comforting, and you placed your arms on his shoulders. His cock twitched against your core, and you were mewling again. 

He smiled against your lips and whispered, "Is my love needy right now?"

Then his fingers wrapped around your neck, and you bit your lip. Your hand was now on top of his, making him squeeze lightly, and you whined.

"Does my baby girl want to be choked right now?”

"Chan if you don't fuck me right now, I swear I'll--"

Before you could finish, he was gripping the base of his member. Sliding into you at a steady pace, and you gasped. He lets you adjust again. The length surprised you, and his girth stretched you deliciously. You always knew this man was hung. 

His hand never left your throat, and he did add more pressure around it. But you still desperately needed more.

He must've read your mind, or at least your face, "You're really into breathplay huh? Need it harder?"

Your mind was clouded in pleasure, you felt so full having him inside you. His hand on your throat only heightens it. So you nodded as best you could. 

"Remember, I need the words baby girl." 

"Yes, yes, fuck yes." You moaned.

He nearly growled as he pulled out and snapped his hips into you sharply. He kept pumping into you. Rolling his hips into you roughly, skin slapping against skin. His hand squeezed your throat tightly, cutting off all oxygen and then easing up, so you could get a proper breath in. Everything felt blissful, consumed by need. 

Your hips started rolling, meeting each of his thrusts. You were focused on making sure you both got off.

He had his eyes closed, face scrunched in concentration and panting, "Shit, you're so wet love. So tight, gonna cum too fast."

You clenched around him hearing that, and let out another whimper. You felt it building up in you again. His pace became uneven, and you knew he was nearing his climax. 

"Please..." he begged with a strangled whine, "Cum with me, can't hold on much longer."

"Channie... so close, just a little more." You panted back.

He removed his hand from around your neck and down to your clit, rubbing quickly in little circles. That was all you needed to let go, becoming a moaning and quivering mess. Your walls were clenching around him again, as you rode out your orgasm. 

He groans, hips stuttering before he pulls out of you. Giving himself a few pumps, he let out a loud and strangled cry as he finished. He was spurting ropes of cum all over your stomach, only slowing when the last of it was dripping down his cock and onto his fingers.

It was so sensual, you grabbed his hand and sucked them into your mouth. Making sure to lick them clean, keeping eye contact with him. His lips parted and he was looking at you so affectionately. When you finally popped them out of your mouth, he immediately caressed your face.

"How are you so perfect?" He murmured. 

He bent down and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips, and you slowly moved yours with his. This kiss was different, less desperate and more so savoring the moment. You felt lost in him. Nothing else mattered right now but you and him, the rest of the world melted away. You two were in your own bubble, and you couldn't be happier. 

When he pulled away, he spoke "That was amazing, my love." 

"It was." You giggled.

"I'm sorry it was a little rushed, I was craving you so bad." He said as he rested his head in the crook of your neck, a little embarrassed. 

Your fingers brushed through his hair. He was right, it was rushed on both ends. You both were a little clumsy, figuring out each other's bodies for the first time. But that doesn't mean the sex was horrible, he made you cum twice. 

"We'll have plenty of chances to take our time with each other. I think after everything, we were both hopelessly desperate for each other, and like you said. It was amazing Channie."

"I like hearing Channie coming from you, as different as it is." 

"Mmmm, I have to think of another pet name. You claimed 'love' already." 

He just chuckled, "You can call me whatever you want, Channie, love, Jagi. I don't mind."

"I think Ji would keel over if I called you Jagi instead of him." You giggled.

"Hannie can deal with it, he's not the only man in your life that's close to you anymore." 

Chan got up to get you a towel, and cleaned you up.

You felt satisfied, laying down facing each other, and still embracing. 

"So, about the other chances you mentioned. Maybe we can try out the edging you like so much. And all it takes for me to truly dom you is flipping a switch in my head and not holding back. I'm just not sure you can handle it."

"I can handle it, I'll be your perfect little sub." You snuggle closer to him.

"Hmmm, why do I doubt that for some reason. We already know how bratty you are."

"That just means more punishments for me, which I'm sure we'll both love."

"Is that so?" He started leaning in to kiss you.

Suddenly there was banging on the door. 

"Are you two finished? I'm assuming your finished since all the noise stopped." Hanji yelled.

You looked wide eyed at Chan and he had a smug smile on his face.

"We'd like you to join us, we're playing cards against humanity tonight. Besides it's my time with my Jagi again, I'd like to be able to see you." Jiji shouted through the door. 

You both scrambled to dress yourselves. He gave you his t-shirt, and some sweats. Slipping on nearly the same outfit, you opened the door to a pouting Ji. His face slowly transformed into a smirk as he looked you up and down. 

"Better fix your sex hair babes, although I guess there’s no hiding your hickies and bruises though." He leaned in and whispered, "I didn't know you liked it that rough, his fingers are clear as day on your neck. You nympho." He poked your tummy repeatedly. 

You nudged him and rolled your eyes, "Shut up." 

Channie came up behind you, and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a back hug. Just like that, Ji was back to pouting. 

"This means I have to share my cuddle time, ugh." He whined.

Chan just patted the top of his head, laughing, "You'll get used to it." 

"Hmph. I'm not going to stop calling her Jagi or babe or any other pet names. I was here first!" He stated.

Chan just chuckled, "I wouldn't expect you to Hannie."

He just turned around, still pouting, and headed back to the living room. You and Channie followed behind him, hand in hand. Eyes glued to each other, and smiling. 

"Oh great, we have to deal with this now, on top of you and Han overdosing us with PDA?" Seungmin complained. 

"I just knew something was up with you two, it's about time you fixed it." Innie commented. 

"Yeah, and by the sound of it. Making up went really well." Changbin jokes, then his eyes wander to your neck, "You know, for as much noise you two were making, I'd never expect you'd be choking her in there."

You blushed intensely, and Channie cleared his throat, smiling, and scratching the back of his head. The group laughed, and you and Chan took your seats. Which was him sitting in the chair as usual, and you sitting in his lap. 

"God, this is going to take getting used to." Hyunjin said with a smirk. 

"You act like you didn't partially help orchestrate this whole thing." Jiji teased. 

"What?!" Felix snapped, "And you didn't tell me?" Now he was pouting. 

"It wasn't my business to tell. Besides, I only nudged them a little bit to communicate. They both seriously lack in that area." Hyune responded. 

"Mmhm, I have to agree with that." Minho chimed in with a smug smile. 

"Alright, alright. Enough poking fun at us. All that matters is that things can go back to normal." Chan said. 

You faced him, "I still don't think this was our normal before, but it definitely can be our new normal now." 

He smiled and gave you a peck on the lips, to which the entire room started gagging, and acting disgusted. They got distracted while setting up the card game, Chan whispered something in your ear. 

"I know we've been doing things abnormally, and this might be a little fast. And we also have a lot more to talk about, but... Will you be mine?" 

You break out into a huge smile, and press your lips to his ear, "Of course Channie. I'd love nothing more than to be your girlfriend."

He turned his head to kiss you again, except this time it wasn't a peck. Your lips moved in sync for a few seconds, and everyone once again noticed. 

"Yeah, you were right Hyune. This is going to take A LOT of getting used to." Felix agreed.

"I don't think I've ever seen Chan-hyung like this before... It's a little weird." Innie chimed in.

"That's because he hasn't done anything like this before. Outright claiming someone? That's new territory for him." Minho said.

"No wonder it was so hard for him to pursue y/n." Seungmin said, "Although I really did have a feeling it was going to be Hannie that ended up with her."

Ji made a face, "Never. Our love isn't romantic, even though we both love skinship."

They were interrupted by the wet sounds of you both still making out. 

 Ji started pouting again, shouting, "Yah! Are we going to play or what? Surely you can both hold off until later, sheesh." 

You pulled away and you and Channie laughed.

"Alright, let's play!" You said excitedly. 

Maybe this was new territory for you, but you felt comfortable in it already. You were so glad that you and Channie were able to find solace in each other. Maybe you guys weren't quite in love yet, but you were elated that he returned your feelings fully.  

This is the normal that Chan was talking about, and you wouldn't dream of having it any other way.

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after a solo mission goes awry, bang chan finds you and patches you up. you offer him to stay the night under the guise of poor weather, but when things escalate you can’t help but admit you’ve wanted him an unhealthy amount.

꒰ bang chan + fem!reader ⏤ 6.7k words ꒱ oneshot

༄ content info & warnings !! coworkers/friends to lovers. secret agent au. nsfw ; light angst, smut, & fluff ⋆ profanity. mentions of suicide & depictions of suicide ideation. depictions of a stab wound and blood. explicit sexual content [unprotected sex ; oral (f rec.) ; multiple orgasms ; overstimulation ; squirting ; rough sex ; breeding kink ; creampie]. aftercare & cuddles.

✉️𓂃 ࣪˖ this fic contains sensitive topics; please take care of yourselves! unedited as of 8/5. first time writing proper smut so be kind 😓! i also overused commas and probably italics in this one 😭 but anyways, bonus points if anyone can guess what kdrama i reference in the story :3 enjoy!

Labored breaths fill the cramped space of your personal bathroom. You grimace at the small blade that’s firmly lodged into your side, and you plant your palms on the cold countertop to help ground yourself. Your head is throbbing with a migraine and every breath you take blossoms unbearable pain now that your adrenaline has worn off. Fuck, today did not go as planned.

You’d been abruptly called up for a solo recon mission — the higher-ups sent you to a hole-in-the-wall jazz bar with the simple task of observing your target from afar. No contact, just listen and watch. Kim Hongjoong, the leader of the mafia group ATEEZ, wasn’t supposed to know about you being there tonight. But somehow, your position was leaked and his right hand man — Seonghwa, if you remember correctly — ambushed the little booth you were seated at in the corner of the cozy establishment and tried to kill you.

He’d manage to stab the right side of your stomach, thankfully missing any major organs, before you clocked him in the face with the back of your gun and shot his chest. You unfortunately missed his heart, but it allowed you just enough time to flee the bar and scamper back to HQ. You’d rushed to the medical bay, ignoring the frazzled looks of your fellow agents as you rushed past them, but when you got to the bay you belatedly recalled all of the medics were in Venice for the infiltration mission that was going down.

Fuck, why don’t they just keep one professional doctor around? Just one would be fucking sufficient. Granted, nobody is supposed to be going in the field when this huge infiltration mission is happening, but the company should always be prepared for emergencies. This is bullshit.

You had irritably limped back to your dorm, doing your best to stifle the pained noises that threatened to slip from your lips as you rode the elevator up. Every step you took down the hallway sent excruciating sparks of pain shooting up your side and it was torture to walk what seemed so fucking far when in reality was only twelve feet at most.

When you finally made it back to your room, you immediately locked the door and slumped against it, taking a moment to regain your breath as hot tears clouded your vision. It felt like hell ever since the adrenaline worn off, but you had to stay composed in public.

Which leads you to where you are now: frowning in your uncomfortably monotone bathroom at the wound in your torso as you contemplate on how to take it out. You’re inclined to just rip it out and quickly applying pressure to quell the bleeding, but it’ll hurt like a bitch and you don’t quite trust yourself enough to follow through. What if, in your moment of weakness, misery tightens its grip on you and you decide don’t want to do this anymore, and let yourself bleed out?

It’s been years since you’ve truly contemplated suicide. Nowadays, you don’t find the urge to actively die, though if death found you again you’d certainly welcome it warmly with open arms. You aren’t compelled to make an effort to live, not really — this lifestyle is merciless on both the body and the mind, and you find your days riddled with exhaustion and anguish more often than not.

You feel alone. Alone and tormented with the pulsing pain from the stab wound, the bruising on your arms, the lack of human companionship. You miss the few friends you had before you were roped into this job, miss the bustling streets of your hometown.

You’re abruptly dragged from your internal wallowing when you hear your front door click open then shut, and the new person fiddles with the lock for a moment before that clicks too. Fuck, did you make plans for tonight with someone? You try to think back, but your mind is too clouded with weariness to properly remember.

“Who is it?” you call out, pushing off the counter to turn and crack open your bathroom door. The faint crinkling of a plastic bag reaches your ears as you use the dark wood as a shield, only peeking your head out to try and see who it is. Only a few people know the code to your quarters, and you were close with them, so you weren’t too worried.

You were more worried about flashing them with an unsolicited view of your body. The moment you’d gotten to your bathroom, you’d stripped down to just your company-regulated black undergarments in hopes of preventing more blood staining your already limited selection of clothes.

Although you’ve changed in front of your coworkers during past missions, it was purely out of necessity. You don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable off-field, even if it is your home and they’re just visitors within it. You glance down at the rumpled clothes that litter your otherwise pristine tiled flooring, and sigh. It’s gonna be a pain to scrub the bloodstains out later.

You hear footsteps trodding through your kitchen and the wrinkling of the bag comes to a stop. It’s silent for a moment before you clear your throat and call out again as you helplessly look into your living room. The angle doesn’t allow you to see much further without walking out the bathroom. “Um, hello? Who is it?”

“Oh! Sorry — it’s Chan. I was just about to call you, didn’t realize you were home,” he tacks on a nervous chuckle, and you can perfectly envision how he’s probably tugging at his earlobes with a sheepish grin as he speaks. “Did you forget we were having takeout tonight?”

You blink. Fuck, now it’s coming back you. This morning, he had called you with a smile in his voice and you both agreed on eating takeout at your place for dinner — and you were looking forward to it, truly! But then the impromptu recon mission came up, and your mind, now laced with fatigue from this afternoon’s events, completely forgot about your plans. You barely resist the urge to slam your head against the wall in self-reproach.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Chan. The higher-ups gave me a surprise solo mission today and it slipped my mind.” You quickly turn and bend to grab your clothes off the floor so you can dress and meet him in the living room, but the sudden movement enables the knife to lodge itself deeper in your stomach and a yelp tears itself from your throat against your will at the fresh wave of pain. Your knees shake as you slam a palm on the wall to stop yourself from completely crumpling right on your bathroom floor. God, how could you fucking forget?

You hear Chan’s worried voice floating through the air, but you can’t focus on it when your vision narrows to the droplets of blood pooling onto the freezing tiles below you. You wince and move to sit against the wall when you realize Chan’s gently guiding you by your shoulders, calloused hands careful over your bruises. “—you okay? Talk to me, what happened?”

You swallow, throat dry as you try to gather your wits. “Went to a bar for the mission. I had to observe Kim Hongjoong, for… intel or something, they didn’t say much. Another mafia member discovered me there and tried to take me out. He stabbed me, I fucked up his face and shot him, then came back here and went to the med bay but nobody was there. Now I’m here. Dunno how I should take it out.” Chan waits patiently for you to get the words out, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the flesh of your shoulders as he rests on both knees before you.

“Okay. It’ll be alright, just let me help you, yeah? It’s easier to have someone take care of it.”

You nod, eyes suddenly stinging as you think back to your mother cradling you against her chest when you fell as a little kid. You miss her, miss the comfort of her arms and beating heart so badly it aches more than your physical wounds. Your emotional ones are still scabbing.

Oblivious to your dismal reminiscing, Chan brings you back down to reality when he delicately lifts you from the floor and plops you down on the toilet seat, moving to grab your med kit from the counter. He kicks away your dirty clothes to make room for where he kneels before you, assessing the severity of the injury with a tight-lipped frown.

“It looks kinda deep. When I pull it out, apply as much pressure as possible and then I’ll quickly wrap it. We can clean it later; our priority is to prevent blood loss. You with me?” He taps your knee and you give a firm nod. “Yeah,” you exhale, already preparing for the pain. “Can you talk to me? Just say anything, I need a distraction.”

He smiles, though it looks the farthest thing from happy. His eyes don’t crinkle with glee the way they usually do, but he complies. “Sure. Did you know kangaroos are the most active at night? Baby kangaroos are called joeys. They can be the size of a jellybean when they’re born…” he flits about the small bathroom, gathering different things as he lists off various facts about kangaroos, and your heart squeezes a bit at how endearing he is.

You shove down the strong urge to lean up and kiss this man on his plush lips as he goes to kneel before you again with gauze in his hand, still yammering away about kangaroos. This is absolutely not the time to be thirsting over your unrequited little workplace crush.

“…they can’t hop backwards, which is so silly if you ask me. You know? Like–” you try to listen to the rest of his sentence, you really do, but everything goes a bit fuzzy around the edges when the knife is abruptly dislodged from your gut. You double over with a groan, vision momentarily blurring, but you blearily remember to apply pressure as blood spurts around your fingers and dribbles hot and gross down the lower half of your body.

Chan wastes no time in scooting closer to thoroughly wrap your waist with gauze and wipe away the spilled blood coating your skin. By the time he’s done, your breathing is labored again and deep red is already blooming a considerable amount through the fabric. Your body feels grimy from the residue of the now-erased blood, but at least you can focus on what’s happening around you now.

He sits back on his haunches and nods solemnly at his handiwork. “Great, you did so well. I know you probably feel disgusting and grimy right now, but you need to eat before anything else. I’ll grab you some clothes, wait here.”

And then he’s gone, padding out the bathroom and down the hall to your bedroom to grab you a change of clothes. You gingerly rise from your seat on the toilet lid and step over to the sink to wash your hands and splash your face. Chan returns a moment later, passing a handful of neatly folded clothes into your hands, before stepping out and shutting the door behind him.

You carefully slip into the new clothes before regarding yourself in the mirror once more. You’ve donned one of your old black shirts that drapes a bit loosely over your frame, some worn black sweatpants, and black socks to match. Of course he’d pick an all-black outfit, you think with an affectionate eye roll. He really is himself, through and through.

You fix your hair a bit then pad out of the bathroom to find Chan already seated comfortably in his usual spot on your couch, cradling a warm oyster pail of lo mein close to his chest as he stuffs his face and watches a K-drama on your TV. You settle onto the cushion beside him and rifle through the plastic bag on your coffee table to pull out your own box of lo mein and dig in.

You watch the drama together in a comfortable silence, and from what you’ve gathered of the plot so far, a K-pop fan in her 30s has gone back in time through a wristwatch to try and change the trajectory of her favorite idol’s future, and in turn, save him from his suicide of societal pressures. It’s interesting, actually — but the love triangle is driving you crazy.

“This is why I never watch romance shows!” You point indignantly at the TV, like the actors portraying the high school characters could hear you if you projected your voice loud enough. Chan observes you with an amused smile playing at his lips, though he says nothing as you launch into a heated rant about the dynamics of love triangles and how the second lead was always a good guy but left for the wolves. You even get up to pace and rub your temple, ignoring the stitch in your side as you walk back and forth behind the couch.

Chan ignores the drama in favor of twisting his body to lean back and watch you stress over this silly little show. You cut yourself off before your rambling goes on all night, and rub the bridge of your nose with a deep sigh. “I’ll be back,” you murmur, stomping off to the kitchen to grab something for dessert.

You slink back onto the couch a few minutes later with a half-empty tub of peach-flavored ice cream. You hand Chan a spoon and he quirks a brow at the flavor as you place the tub between the two of you. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it with a playful head shake. “A friend got me this, I didn’t pick it.” He just giggles in response and you both take turns scooping bites as you both refocus on the show.

You’re not sure how much time passes when you see Chan lick his spoon clean and set it on the coffee table, leaning back into the cushions after and yawning. You blink and turn to look at the time on your stove: 12 a.m?!

“Hey, Chan, when did you come over?” You inquire, capping the tub of ice cream and licking your spoon clean as well. You rise off the couch and pad back into the kitchen to put it away again — really, how was there still ice cream left? These tubs seem like they last forever…

“Hm? Oh, like… around seven, I think? Why?” His voice rumbles through the air, nearly getting drowned out by the drama still playing. “It’s late. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you for so long,” you sigh, cocking your hip and resting it against the counter of your kitchen island as you stare at the back of his curls.

He whips around, and his expression looks so adorably bewildered you want to bite the apples of his cheeks and crush him in a warm embrace. “What? No, I enjoy being here! Don’t apologize,” he scoffs, looking mildly offended at the prospect of you thinking he didn’t enjoy one second of his time with you. “I stayed because I wanted to. Besides, you’re injured and nobody likes to be alone after bad missions.” You snort at his eagerness and opt to grab your phone off the kitchen table in lieu of replying, pulling open the weather app.

“Oh,” you frown at the screen. “It’s raining right now? Hold on, pause the show.”

His head tips a bit in question but heeds your request regardless. Sure enough, the telltale pitter-patter of rain can be heard when a gust of wind blows and slams the droplets against the side of your building, hard. Well damn, how did you not notice the torrential downpour outside?

You bite your lower lip, contemplating. Neither of you have an umbrella on hand and cab services certainly aren’t running at this hour, especially in such bad weather conditions. “It’s raining hard, dude. I don’t want you to walk back to your district in the rain — you’ll get sick. Are you alright with spending the night?”

A hesitant smile tugs at Chan’s lip and one of his large palms move to awkwardly rub at the back of his neck. “Of course, but only if it’s fine with you. I don’t want to impose, and I’ll be alright if I have to brave some rain,” he says, already rising from the couch to meet you in the kitchen.

You shake your head, moving to grab the remote from the couch and turn off the TV. “Don’t be stupid. It’s no problem: I wouldn’t make you leave, especially after you helped me earlier.”

He hums in quiet agreement and you suddenly feel a wave of exhaustion crash over your mind. You yawn, rubbing your eyes as they start to burn with sleepiness. “I don’t have a spare room. You good with sharing a bed? I won’t try anything, promise.”

He blinks. “Oh, I can just take the couch.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. This man always has to be so damn respectful. “No, your neck will be fucked up in the morning. You can’t fit comfortably on it, dumbass. Just sleep with me it’ll be fi— wait, not like that.”

Chan giggles at you but gives in and you wander down the hallway with him on your heels. You flick on the light of your bedroom and pause near your bed, eyeing him up and down. “No outside clothes on the bed. You want something to wear? I can’t stand denim on my sheets.”

Without waiting for a response, you slide over to your dresser and rifle for something large enough to comfortably fit your friend. He’s awkwardly glancing around your room when you turn back with fresh clothes in hand, and you bite back a giggle at how he dazedly admires the little trinkets you’ve collected over the years.

“Sweatpants and a shirt are gonna have to work, sorry.”

He takes it from your hands carefully and shakes his head. “Thank you, you really didn’t have to do this—”

“God, just shut up and go get changed.”

He obligingly heads out to the bathroom and in his absence you also change into gray sleep shorts and a black tank, foregoing your bra because you always find it horribly difficult to sleep with it on. You just have to pray Chan doesn’t notice and get uncomfortable with you.

You slink onto your bed, crawling over the duvet to wiggle under the covers. Your bed is placed before the center of your wall, so you choose to lay on the left side of your bed. This will allow you to keep your back to him and not jostle your wound, which is on the right side of your body.

You’re tucked under the covers, lying on your back and mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed, when Chan steps through the door, old clothes in hand.

You look up and nearly start drooling. He looks so unbelievably good in your clothes that your eye threatens to twitch. The gray sweatpants you lent fit him perfectly, deliciously outlining his print and giving you an even better view of his ass. You discover just how wonderfully the fabric stretches over the curve of his absolute dumptruck when he turns to set his clothes on an empty portion of your desk, patting it twice in a reassuring way.

And don’t even get you started on the way your ratty black shirt is a bit tight on his upper body, gloriously framing his pecs and huge biceps. It’s definitely going to be stretched out by the time he’s done with it. You hope your gulp isn’t too audible in the quiet of your room.

He doesn’t seem to notice your inner horny turmoil when he flips off the light in silence, tugs off his socks and adds it to the pile, then moves to slip under the covers beside you. His movements are definitely a bit tentative, almost like he doesn’t want you two to brush skin, but you don’t mind.

The rain is still relentless in its assault against your building: there is absolutely no chance it’ll clear up enough before morning for him to safely get back to his quarters. You turn off your phone and plug it up to your charger, setting it on your nightstand with an alarm hopefully set for tomorrow morning. If it isn’t, then that’s a problem for your future-self.

When Chan finally finishes settling a moment after you and the room is overall dark — save for your little standing lamp in the corner that casts a cozy dim glow over the space — you realize just how much warmth Chan radiates.

Your bed isn’t even small: it’s a queen. There’s a comfortable amount of space between the two of you, a silent agreement to stay as far apart as your situation allows, yet he’s still so warm beside you. The covers quickly become toasty with combined body heat and you flip onto your side, back towards Chan, as you tug your arms out from under your comforter in an attempt to dispel the warmth and cool yourself down.

You hear the light shuffling of fabric behind you and assume Chan does the same. You start to wonder if maybe you are the one overstepping in this situation, as he kind of did seem uncomfortable when you kept insisting it’s okay for him to be here, for him to share a bed with you.

Your brain is about to start overthinking when you feel the gentle lull of sleep calling your name, tugging your weary mind down into the comfortable nothingness labeled as rest. Before you even realize it, you’re out like a light and breathing steadily into the mellow embrace of your bed as your mind carefully coaxes you into your dreams.

⟢

When you wake, the first thing you register is the searing heat.

Your body is absolutely boiling with warmth. Which you find odd, because your room usually stays cold and you hate the heat.

You’ve never been one to favor summertime over the winter: you always welcome the crisp wind of winter with a grin behind your scarf, hands tucked happily into your pockets as you cherish the cold. The stench of other people becomes less apparent during the wintertime. Bugs crawl back to their origins in Hell to hide from the frigid temperatures. It’s so pleasant.

Whereas during summer, you always end up glaring bitterly at the squiggly heatwaves that seem to taunt you from afar. Beads of sweat run down your face every time you dare to step outside and mosquitos ravish your exposed limbs, leaving you an itchy mess when you finally retreat back to the cover of a building. Your occupation doesn’t allow much time off, either, so you rarely find a day to visit the beach or relax at a pool. Who would enjoy such a torturous season?

You blearily crack your eyes open and lift your head, trying to discern with fuzzy vision the cause of your absurd body temperature. That’s when you register your covers are kicked down to the crease of your knees, and another body is pressed intimately against yours from behind. A solid arm is strewn over your hip and, to your horror, something of notable size and firmness is also pressing into your backside. You bite your lip to stifle a gasp as you come to the very evident conclusion Chan is spooning you from behind. While sporting a boner. Fuck.

Instead of slamming your head back down on your pillow at the shock of this predicament, you delicately lower your cheek against it and resist the urge to scream as to not wake the man behind you. His hips are comfortably cradling your ass, and you gulp. It’s fine, this is so fine! People move around in their sleep. Boners are just a normal bodily function. Happens to the best of us, even. If you just ignore it and go back to sleep, you can wake up in the morning and pretend it never even happened. All will be swell.

But of course, just as you’re about to close your eyes and try to drift off again, the hand tightens its grip around your waist ever so slightly and kneads once at the soft flesh of your hip. The universe sure does hate you and loves to see you suffer, huh.

Chan mumbles something sleepily against the dip between your shoulder blades before his hips softly grind into your rear once. A whimper spills out your lips against your will and the body plastered against your back suddenly goes stiff as a board. Your eyes snap open and your joints instinctively lock up in response, too.

There’s a beat of silence, sans the sound of your quiet shared breaths puffing in and out, before Chan swiftly detaches himself and rolls back to his side of the bed with a pained groan. “Fuck— I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

He sits up, still stuttering out an apology as he moves to swing his legs over the side of your bed. You spring up from your spot with so much fervency you half expect your spine to pop. Without a second thought, you grab his bicep and squeeze, urging him to turn back to you. His head whips around and he ogles you with wide eyes when he hears you mumble something he never once expected to hear. You miss his shocked expression as your eyes are downturned to study the sheets. Wow, were they always this shade of white? How pretty.

“Say that again,” he murmurs, somehow sounding breathless though he hasn’t moved an inch from his spot on the edge of your mattress as far as you can tell. You don’t know if it’s the sleepy haze blanketing your brain that gives you the confidence to repeat yourself, but if this is your only chance to get with the man of your dreams then you’re going to fucking take it, heedless of the possible humiliation and consequences this could cause.

You swallow, still refusing to meet his eyes. Your hand releases its deathgrip on his arm, dropping down to play with your sheets. You clear your throat, somehow managing to say the sentence that would make or break your relationship with Chan again in a stable voice. “I said, can I kiss you?”

It’s like something snaps between the two of you. He tugs your body toward his with a groan, wasting no time in crashing his plump lips against yours. You gasp and he bites down on your bottom lip, and you begin to kiss back with equal, if not more, passion. He gently guides you to lay back so your head is situated comfortably on your pillow, mindful of your fresh injury as he does, and you practically turn into putty in his hands as you let him move you like second nature.

He pulls away from your mouth, a string of spit connecting the two of you as you both pant and stare at each other. His pupils are blown, and a glance down confirms your suspicions that he’s still rock hard beneath his sweats. If Chan feels big against you when he’s just half hard, then you’re honestly a bit concerned for your pussy when you think about the full package. You drag your eyes back to his face when you realize you’re staring, only to be met with a cocky smirk and a knowing glint in his dark eyes. “You like the view, baby?”

A heat different from the physical kind sparks in the pit of your stomach, and the casual utterance of the pet name quickly kindles the sparks into a low flame. Your cunt begins to pulse with its own heartbeat and you nod eagerly. He chuckles and leans back down to pepper kisses beneath your ear, your jaw, any sliver of skin he can reach. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he mumbles into the divots of your collarbone. “Wanted you.”

Chan punctuates his words with a light nip to your trapezius and you squeak. He shifts his weight onto one arm and lifts a hand to toy with the strap of your tank top, knobby fingers absently plucking at the thin band while he hungrily eyes your expression instead. “Can I take this off? Wanna see all of you.”

You hesitate, a wave of insecurity washing over you at the idea you may not be pretty enough for him, but you quell the negative voice in your head and just pray he’ll appreciate your body. You nod wordlessly, lifting your arms enough for him to tug it over your head and toss it aside.

He sits back, tongue poking at his cheek as he stares at your chest, ears reddening into a pretty shade. You feel embarrassment flush through your skin and move to cover yourself, but he immediately grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. Your cunt flutters around nothing and you feel a drop of wetness pool in your panties. Oh God, how are you going to survive this?

“Don’t hide,” Chan murmurs, voice an octave lower than his usual timbre. He leans down to graze his teeth against a nipple and you jump, arching your chest up with a gasp as you writhe slightly in his hold. “You’re so beautiful, fuck, I can’t believe I get to have this.”

All that falls from your lips are whines when he takes a sensitive bud into his mouth, alternating between suckling and swirling his tongue. He pops off after a moment to give the other side the same attention, his hands tugging at the nipple that’s freshly exposed to the cool air of your room.

He suckles a mark onto the soft skin above your nipple and pulls away to loom over you with heated eyes. You shy away from his gaze and instead tug at the hem of his shirt. “Off, get it off. Not fair how I’m the only one undressed,” you pout.

He chuckles and quickly pulls it over his head before sending it flying across your room. You absently run a hand over his defined abs, a wave of arousal washing over you so roughly that your eyes threaten to roll. “Pants,” you rasp out, almost nonsensically, but he seems to understand.

You both share a moment tugging off the last of your clothes before you’re on each other again like moths to a flame. His hands are careful when they roam your torso, wary of your wound, but his fingers quickly turn merciless again when they find the heat of your core. You cry out when he begins to circle your swollen clit, hole fluttering as it weeps for his attention.

His fingers momentarily dip lower and he groans at the copious amount of slick that greets him. Your cunt makes a lewd squelch when he dips a testing finger inside and you moan as it ventures deeper. “You’re so wet, baby, shit.”

“All for you,” you whine out, twitching with a gasp as he crooks his finger at a certain angle. He grins as he massages that gooey spot deep inside you, looking overly content as he turns you into a babbling mess beneath him.

“Yeah, baby, this cunt’s mine.”

Almost as if proving a point, he leans down a bit to let a fat glob of spit roll off his tongue and land on your clit. Your fingers shoot out to thread through his hair when he promptly leans down and latches his mouth to your pussy, slurping obscenely as he works his tongue over your most sensitive area. He mumbles sloppily into your folds, eyes half-lidded. “God, you taste divine. C’ld stay here and eat this pussy forever…”

He draws two orgasms from you like that, wrenching your thighs back open when they clamp around his head from the first orgasm. He pulls back momentarily to give you a breather, leaning up to kiss you filthily. You moan at the taste of yourself, but just as you reach down to grab his cock he’s already between your legs again and resuming his ministrations.

You kick out at how oversensitive you are, pawing desperately at his forehead to try and halfheartedly push him away. The pain hurts so deliciously good — you don’t want this moment to end.

“‘S too much, Ch’nnie!” You realize tears are streaming down your face when your cunt eagerly clenches around the digits he’s stuffed inside you, thighs quivering on either side of his head, but he knows not to stop despite your broken pleas.

He pulls you over the edge again with swift, hungry licks to your clit and two fingers prodding at your gummy walls, groaning into your dripping heat. Your second orgasm doesn’t simmer in your stomach the way the other did: this time it takes you by surprise and makes you genuinely wail.

Even Chan’s firm grip on your thighs can’t stop the way they cage his head in and squeeze while you cry out, hips bucking off the bed and eyes squeezing shut as you yank on his scalp. Your orgasm seems to last forever, sending you floating in a warm space while stars blooming in the dark of your eyelids. You eventually come down from the high, unlike anything you’ve felt before, with watery eyes and shaky limbs when you realize the absolute that’s mess between your legs and the puddle drenching your sheets. It isn’t rocket science to piece the two together.

Fuck, you just squirted on his face.

You throw an arm over your face in belated embarrassment as you hear the shuffling of sheets. It’s gently pulled away not even a second later and your face burns when you see the wetness glistening on the entire lower half of Chan’s face. He doesn’t bother wiping it before he’s kissing you, and the locking of your lips is rough and full of desire.

He pulls back to knock his forehead against yours, both of you breathing into the close proximity. “Can I put it in, baby? I don’t have a condom, but I can pull out, promise.”

You weakly glare like it’s even a question, body still jittering with an occasional aftershock. Despite coming twice with barely any reprieve, you still feel keyed-up as ever with a dull ache settling between your legs. Yet, you feel so empty. His fingers aren’t enough to satisfy you for the night.

“You just made me come twice from your mouth alone and now you’re asking?” You scoff, your snarky words contrary to how your legs are impatiently spreading further to accommodate him. “I’m on birth control, by the way. So… you, um, don’t have to pull out.”

Something predatory flashes in his eyes, but you blink and it’s gone. A knowing feeling rises in your gut and you suppress a grin. So he has a breeding kink… perfect.

He exhales sharply, but nods as he slips back a bit to wrap your legs around his hips. He scoots forward again and lines himself up, tip prodding at your entrance and you sigh at the pressure. He glances up once more just to double check, and only when you give an aggrieved nod does he finally push in.

You both moan in tandem and Chan scrunches his eyes shut when he bottoms out, leaning forward to softly press the hard planes of his stomach against your bandaged one. “Just one second, baby,” He pants into the crook of your neck. “Too.. too close.”

You giggle and bring a hand to the back of his neck, lazily scratching at the curly wisps that form there while he works to staves off a premature orgasm.

You lay in silence for a moment, your shared sweat starting to cool, before he pushes himself up again and sits back on his knees to push your thighs up to your chest. “You’re so pretty like this, all spread out for me,” Chan sighs, looking down at where the two of you meet. “Let me fuck you properly now, yeah?”

His pace is languid at first, but with every choked out whine that escapes you his thrusts start to come faster, harder. It’s not long before he’s fucking you into the mattress, the bed frame squeaking pathetically.

Your hands desperately clutch your pillow as you lose all ability to think when the front of his thighs slap so harshly into the backs of your own, over and over. With the little coherency you’re able to maintain, you doubt you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

“Babygirl,” you hear Chan grunt as he somehow manages to thrust even harder. You barely hear him over the lewd squelching of your pussy filling the room. “Look at how well you’re creamin’ over my cock, shit!”

It takes you a moment to register his words. When you do, you crane your neck to stare at where his dick, flushed an angry red, is pistoning relentlessly into your poor, abused pussy.

True to his words, your cum forms a pretty white ring around the base of his cock and you distantly feel drool dribbling out the corners of your mouth when he angles himself to hit that spongy spot inside you.

You cry out, hips bucking until he pins them down with large hands that span soothingly over your hips. The demeanor of that gesture is such a stark difference to how roughly he’s fucking you up the bed and it makes you whimper as you realize he’s fucking you like a toy.

The closer Chan gets, the looser his lips become. He starts babbling nonsense and his words are tailed by an occasional soft whine that makes you clench. It only serves to rile him up further.

You have half the mind to realize you’re the one driving him out of his mind with pleasure, and it’d bring a smile to your face if you weren’t so incoherent at the moment. Nobody else can have him the way you can. Chan’s thrust start to turn from a steady pattern into more erratic movements and he presses your bodies together in a flat line once more, returning to hide in your neck.

“…gonna fuck a baby into you,” you hear him murmur with a groan as his hips snap jerkily. You logistically know this is unlikely, as you’re on birth control and it probably won’t take anyway, but you wrap your arms around his neck and cry out into his ear, “Yes, Chan! Please, please,” you slur. “Need your cum so bad. Need to have your babies, gon’ make you a daddy.”

He fully whines at that. “You want it, huh? Want me to pump you full and breed this fucking cunt?” His hips aren’t even properly thrusting anymore: he’s more or less just frantically humping against you, addicted to the warm and wet heat that envelops him.

“You’ll be such a pretty mama, walkin’ round all glowy with my baby. My fucking baby, yeah—” Then his hips pump deep, once, twice, thrice and his eyes roll back. “Fuck, fuck, take it all, take this dick.”

You gasp brokenly when you feel something warm flood your insides as he pulses within you, and a genuine sob wracks itself from your body when he presses a thumb to your clit, rubbing in quick strokes. You topple over the edge as soon as his hand is on your sensitive nub, and you bite your lip so hard to muffle your scream that you draw blood.

Chan collapses beside you, and the movement pulls his dick free from your cunt with a loud noise that sounds so awkward in the newfound quiet. There’s silence for a second before you lock eyes at the same time and break into euphoric giggles, coming down from the simultaneous high. He tugs you into his arms and you bask in the warm afterglow, sweat cooling on your skin as you both catch your breath.

You eventually find the stickiness between your legs uncomfortable once it all dries. With an apologetic smile, Chan carries you to the shower while you two chat quietly about random topics. He takes off the old gauze from earlier, herds you into the shower to clean you properly, then towel dries you when you two step out.

The mirror is foggy with steam from the water as you fall into another comfortable silence and he reapplies the bandages. It’s so much better than earlier since your wound is properly cleaned now and you’re no longer covered in grime and sweat from a fight.

After you’re both dry and dressed, he deposits you back into the bed with clean sheets and pads off to the kitchen to get a few things. You’re feebly fighting off sleep in the middle of the bed when he returns, and he smiles dopily when he sees your struggle to stay awake.

He climbs into bed and passes you a water bottle, urging you to sit up and drink. With a grumble, you do as told before shimmying back under the comforter and patting the space beside you. “Relax, I’m coming, I’m coming,” he chuckles.

Chan pulls his new shirt off with his sweats, leaving him in just a pair of black boxers when he clambers in next to you. He presses a kiss to your forehead and you sidle into his arms, easily dozing off now that you’re in his comforting embrace.

Your body feels so sated after how he deliciously worked you up and took you apart that it takes you absolutely no time to fall asleep for real. But just before you slip out of consciousness, you feel him press another kiss to your forehead and he sighs into your hair. “I’m so happy, baby. Thank you.”

Before you can reply, your mind is gently tugged under to that familiar realm of nothingness. Though, if he sees the minuscule smile that appears on your lips as an indication you heard him, he doesn’t comment on it when you wake and instead greets you with a loving kiss, morning breath and all.

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I NEED HIM & THIS SONG IN MY VEINS NOWWWW.

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Gossiping with skz @astralis-is-typing

Dating @luvtak

Sneaky love antics @amelee23

Getting drunk and coming home late @/il-i-sam

Acts of affection @hwasdollie

Finding you walking around the apartment half naked for the first time @mazeinthemiroh

You are in study mode @linonyang

what are we ? @/cosmic-railwayxo

Dating skz @hyunjinsbelovedamericano

Squeezing you @telesvng

sleeping apart, after a fight | hyung line | maknae line @taeyeonschild

Who’d love sleeping on your belly @babesindestroyland

Naming a stuffed animal after them @cbini

Partner privileges @j-onedrabbles

skz watching you sleep @softiejoon

BARBENHEIMER @/softiejoon

Annoying/ cute things skz would do as bfs @/hyunjinsbelovedamericano

cute moments @hyunluvbug

their s/o likes forehead kisses @kai-lee08

sleeping in the same bed @/cbini

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s/o likes head pats/ rubs @/kai-lee08

You knitting @queenofthegardengnomes

helping them shave @143hyunes

I have a boyfriend! @aakomii

You’re not eating @/lieslab

Giving you booty slaps @/babesindestroyland

Silly boyfie things @/hwajin

calling bf skz ‘bro’ @gyusangels

non famous!skz dating idol!reader (part two) @binniecorre

their s/o “re-confessing” to them @/kai-lee08

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Skz as bfs @kyrjnie

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You don’t say i love you back @jinhyun

Cash or Card?

Chan x Reader

859 words

Warnings: Reader is called “wife”, otherwise no mention of reader pronouns (soft, fluffy, no smut)

Based on a reel on fb where someone answered the question “cash or card” with “husband”.

I wrote this for @kaciidubs but figured I’d share ☺️

Your boyfriend promised he wouldn’t make you buy anything. He promised! So, begrudgingly, you agreed to go with him to the boutique.  One of his acquaintances — a friend from the industry — had invited Chan and the rest of the boys to a private viewing since they had a short break coming up. 

It wasn’t exactly well publicized but Chan was bringing you along too, and this acquaintance was apparently trustworthy enough to know that. They’d arranged a full fitting experience for you while the kids shopped and browsed.  

Something told you it was Chan’s idea, that he was up to something, but you brushed the feeling aside. As soon as you arrived, you were greeted with a drink and whisked away while he chatted with the owner. 

After several hours of being styled (and occasionally seeing whatever Chan had tried on), you were exhausted. Playing dress up with the boys was undoubtedly fun, but it took a lot of energy to keep up with them. 

Just to be sweet, you had decided to buy a few things. It would show gratitude to the owner of the boutique, and it always made Chan happy when you treated yourself. Admittedly, your take away was smaller than Chan’s and most of the other boys. 

You followed one of the stylists to the counter as they carried the few things you had approved. As she began wrapping your choices another associate (who must have missed your entourage of idols) began ringing it up. 

“Will that be cash or card?” She asked. 

Before you could even snap open your bag, a hand at your elbow stopped you.

Chan pressed your hand and bag back down to your side. 

“Husband,” he answered, holding out his black card towards the associate.

The catcalling and whistles from the crowd of kids assured you that everyone in the room had witnessed it. Chan’s eyes were nearly closed from the grin on his face, and he was red from the tips of his ears to his chest, but he seemed thrilled with himself. 

You let him get away with it — at least, in public — because you knew any fuss you made about it would set the kids off even more. You’d have to ask him about it when you got home. 

And you did — the moment the door closed and he leaned in close to kiss you. You stopped him with a hand to his chest. 

“Husband, huh? Feeling a little possessive?”

“Ahhh, sorry, I just couldn’t help it. ‘Boyfriend’ didn’t sound as cool.” Chan blushed, raising a hand to the back of his neck. 

“Pretty sure she knew we weren’t married since, y’know, Stays would lose their entire minds. You better hope she’s paid well and your friend employs people with discretion,” you teased. 

“He made everyone sign an NDA for us,” Chan explained, like he was worried you were really upset about his ‘husband’ comment. 

“Channie, I’m just kidding. It’s okay.” As he breathed a sigh of relief, you tacked on an admission at a whisper. “I kind of liked it, actually.”

“Yeah?” He laughed, and he suddenly seemed more relaxed. 

“Yeah, loverboy. I did,” you confirmed, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

You removed yourself from his arms to turn back to the kitchen and start figuring out dinner. He cleared his throat. 

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” You responded. You keep walking, assuming he was following. 

“Turn around a second?”

Apparently, he was not. 

You didn’t expect the sight in front of you when you turned around, but maybe you should have. Chan seemed to be pretty pleased with himself, if the soft smirk on his face was anything to go by. 

He was down on one knee, holding out a ring toward you. 

His usual cheesy pickup lines and goofy jokes were nowhere to be found. He didn’t say a word, just looked up at you and smiled that charmer smile. 

What else were you supposed to do but tackle him to the ground and cover his face in kisses? 

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” He manages, before pressing his lips to yours and not letting you actually answer. 

* * *

It’s been two months since you got engaged in your apartment after a shopping trip.

It’s been a month and a half after your vacation with Chan, where you found out he went back to the boutique and bought everything you’d touched with any amount of interest.

You’re at the grocery store with your fiancé, who’s added so many snacks to your grocery cart when you weren’t looking that you can’t even remember what you originally came in to buy. 

As your items make their way down the conveyor belt and the cashier scans them, Chan’s busy browsing the grab-and-go selections around the register.  He doesn’t notice when the total pops up on the screen. 

“Will that be cash or card?” The associate asks.

You push Chan aside just the slightest and answer her with “Wife!”

You’ve never seen Chan turn so red so fast, but his cheeks squish his eyes shut with the size of his grin. 

skz - your body insecurity gets bad while cuddling

pairing: chan x gn!reader, changbin x gn!reader, felix x fem!reader warnings: hurt/comfort, some crack in felix', descriptions of body-insecurity summary: your boyfriend notices that you are insecure while cuddling and knows just how to help you get through it word count: 1.5k

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Bang Chan, 565 words

Channie noticed your discomfort almost immediately. Of course he did - he knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. He would take note of the way your eyebrows would scrunch up a pinch. He would feel your muscles tensing under his body. You didn't try to pull away, not wanting him to realize that your thoughts were torturing you once again, but his perception of your tiniest shuffle was out of this world - so he knew how you felt, even without you saying it out loud.

"Wait, let's sit up real quick, baby", he loosened his touch around your body, helping you get into a more comfortable sitting-position. His hands were still hovering on your arms, his fingers ghosting over the small hairs that were all over them. His eyes found yours. And while his were shining with love, yours were full of sadness - the tears threatening to escape if you looked at him for a second too long. "Channie?", you put one of your hands over his, slowly removing his hold of your arms. "I can't help but feel like I don't deserve to be with someone as-", you stammered, "-someone as beautiful as you." Your eyes deviated from his, looking at your lap in shame.

The man in front of you asked you to look at him again, his voice barely more than a whisper, "May I touch you, baby?" You nodded, not trusting your voice. Chan put one of his warm hands on your cheek, holding it there until you leaned into it unconsciously. "Whenever you lean into me like that, it shows me that you trust me as much as I trust you. That you feel as comfortable around me as you can." A tear rolled down your cheek. It landed on your lips, tasting salty. You didn't mind.

"Can I touch your hips?", he asked. You nodded again, trying to hold in the rest of the tears that were about to fall. His hands slid down your waist and stopped on your hips. You barely felt the touch, your eyes never leaving his. "I love holding you here when we dance. It's like my hands were made to hold you - like I was made to hold you." Your bottom lip quivered and you stopped holding back, finally letting yourself cry.

"Am I allowed to kiss you, love?", his hands were still on your hips, squeezing them ever so slightly. You nodded one last time, letting the tears trickle down your face. His lips felt soft on yours as his arms slid behind your back, holding you impossibly close to him. Chan tasted the salty tears that hadn't stopped yet, but he didn't care. This wasn't a kiss of lust or romance. It was a kiss of trust and intimacy. It was a kiss of comfort. It was one of love. "If you think I'm beautiful, then you have to be, too. Because I am convinced that I was made for you. That we were made for each other. You complete me and I complete you."

He let you stare at him, letting his words seep into your brain for as long as you needed. "Channie?", you nuzzled your head against his shoulder. "Hm?" "Can we cuddle more?" This time it was his turn to nod, letting your bodies mold together once more, as if they were one, "Of course, baby."

Seo Changbin, 404 words

"Do you think my stomach is too big, Bin?" Changbin furrowed his eyebrows behind you. You were cuddling for a while, but this made him remove his hold from you, letting his hand slide off of your waist. "Jagi! What do you mean?", he made you turn around slightly, so he could see your face. He was expecting you to be joking, but he could tell by the redness in your eyes that you meant every word.

"Yah!", he looked at you with an entirely serious expression. "Why? Do you think mine is?", his eyebrows furrowed more. You were shocked at his response. "No! Why would I ever think that?", your eyes widened, "Your stomach is warm and soft and quite literally my favorite place to sleep!" You sighed, "I just...I think my belly is too fat and that it makes me look gross."

Changbin noticed that you tried to look anywhere but at him, not wanting him to see how embarrassed you were. "Bunny.", his hand touched your chin, making you look at him, "Did I ever tell you that I can't sleep without holding your belly?" You shook your head. "When I hold your stomach it's like I can keep you safe. I can hold you even when we are asleep, and if a big bad closet monster would try to snatch you away from me at night I could hold onto you without it standing a chance. I always take hours to fall asleep when I am not holding you."

You giggled a little, but he could tell that you still weren't entirely convinced. Both of his hands moved to your cheeks, squishing them a little so you would automatically pout a little with your lips. It made you look adorable. "Your belly holds all of your most important organs, you know? It makes sure to keep them save so that I get to have one more day with you. And it does that every single day. How could I think it's gross, when it's such an important part of you?"

"Do you mean that?", your eyes were wide, glistening with wetness. Changbin put both of his hands onto your belly, immediately spreading their warmth to you. "Every word, bunny."

Both of you got back into the position you were in before your question. "Binnie?" He only hummed in response, his breath tickling your neck. "I like your belly, too."

Lee Felix, 438 words

Felix could feel you attempt to pull out of his tight cuddle for the third time, so he finally decided to talk to you, "What's wrong, honey?" You mumbled what he could only assume to be words in some sort of alien language. "I didn't quiet hear that.", he giggled. "I said I don't like my body today.", you tried to wriggle out of his hold - again. But he pulled you even closer - again. "I'm not going to let you get away from me until you hear what I have to say. And if you still want to stop this insanely good cuddle-session to let me freeze to death, then, I'll let you.

He didn't wait for your response, seeing you pout in surrender. He already knew the response, but asked anyways, "Is this about the fact that your legs are hairy?" "Yes." "You are like crazy pretty when you smile. Genuinely. You are gorgeous. I can see your eyes sparkle when you do, and it makes me so happy. That's why I always send you stupid tiktoks that I think you will like." In an attempt to stop him from seeing your smile you pulled the corners of your mouth down to keep the pout intact. It didn't work. Felix beamed a toothy smile at you, "Sometimes I catch you dance along to music when you think nobody is watching. But everyone is watching, because you are mesmerizing. One time I had to threaten the boys I would teakwondo their asses if they looked at you for too long again." You laughed, not being able to hold back any longer. "You did what?" "It's true!", he nodded.

"Do you know why I stopped calling you cupcake a few months ago?" "Because honey is sweeter?" He shook his head, "Close, but no. I realized that you are way better than any cupcake could be. No matter how good the buttercream is and no matter how many sprinkles are on it." A loud snort escaped you, "Lixie, that is such a bad analogy!", you had tears in your eyes from laughing. "Yes, but it made you laugh."

You didn't protest when he hugged you even tighter one last time before letting you get comfortable in his arms again. "How could I ever even care about some hair on your body when your laugh immediately hypnotizes me. You don't even realize that I would do anything for you if it only means I get to hear your laugh."

In order to keep up the playful atmosphere you slapped his arm slightly, fake-rolling your eyes, "Shut up and cuddle me, sprinkles."

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skz - you bleed through your pants during practice

pairing: ot8 x member!afab!reader warnings: crack, fluff summary: you bleed through your pants during dance practice screenshot count: 5

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STRAY KIDS WORKS!!!

warning: some swearing here n there, but pretty much none

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@/nahcgnab

@/t.leeknowsaurus

@/jutdwae

@/hynjinnnn

@/_doolsetnet

@/yong.lixx

@/miniverse.___

@/i.2.n.8

@/nahcgnab

warning: some swearing here n there, but pretty much none

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dividers credit — @plutism

Series

warning: sensitive topics, swearing, mention of certain topics. overall, all series are all matured!

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˚₊✩‧₊ - The Hwangs : loud screams in the house of a modern place, where feet are smacking on the floor daily with giggles. Messy toys sproud out of the house with more color crayons and paint all over the place. Hearing the sigh and groans of the parents.

divider credit : @horangipilled

Accidents

A/N: uhh this is my first fic so.. i apologize if it's shitty so please bear with me

might make a pt 2 if it goes well

to which jisung's can't skate for dear life's clumsy ass bumped into a girl.

or..

in which the reader hates when accidents happen to her except maybe it's not so bad after all?

Han Jisung x reader

[stat: currently going feral for him]

(you can actually imagine who ever you want since i dont mention han anywhere but i swear he'll eventually come out in pt.2)

Song - Paper rings by Taylor Swift

word count: 1.3k

“SHIT” Cussed out a boy on his way to let his (sorry) ass (not so) gracefully land on the ice. On his way falling he bumped into a speeding girl. She took a few steps back steadying herself.

Rotating facing the boy, daggers thrown against the nape of his head. All the murderous intentions vanished when she faced him, planting his ass on the ice letting his upper body fall on the ice. Clenching his hands moving it up and down as if he’s a little child throwing a tantrum. Chuckling lightly at his little tantrum she reached out her hand. The boy raised his head up, staring at the hand above him. He squinted, making out the face of a girl. the boy huffed in embarrassment and defeat reaching up for her hard.

Scoffing at her he stumbles his way up greeted by a series of snorts and chuckles. “I-it’s not funny!” He stuttered out of embarrassment. Looking down, ears and cheeks clearly red from their encounterment. Pulling on his hair as he screamed hiding his face in his hands facing up to see her, eyes shift everywhere except her eyes. Grinning at him widely “come on… it’s pretty funny” stomach hurting from hurling out of laughter cheeks hurting from smiling too long. 

Nevertheless, Jihyo [could only think of mother [stream killin’ me good]] saw that unexplainable and rare scenery of her younger sister talking to a person; a guy to be exact talking as if they’ve known each other for decades. She smiles to herself taking a picture of them together for err memories her friend came to her with a questioning glance she tilts her head towards them smiling at her friend.

“First time?” asked the girl after practically begging him to stop hiding his face and when he didn’t want to, she wrestled his arms, prying them away. Him; a complete stranger. “That obvious?” he blurted out with his dignity finally looking into her dark cold eyes lingering. It took him a moment to come back to his senses, clearing his throat as he settled his eyes on the icy floor.

She tilts her head sideways forming a small and light smile she brings her right arm in front of her chest shaking it sideways as a symbol of 50/50 as she scrunches her nose. The girl noticed a school of teenagers her age looking and pointing at them while whispering. “Your friends?” she pointed out straightening her back making her look extra taller than he is. “Yea actually, they dragged me here.” he chuckled out looking back at the memory. 

See, the boy has never liked the ice. His friends had always talked about it, but he always managed to chicken out. Nonetheless, this time his friends had a plan to drag him into the skating rink. Literally. Changbin eyed Chan urging him to take the upper half while he took his lower. Chan grabbed both his arms while Changbin grabbed his legs carrying him effortlessly as if he's some ragdoll. Stumbling on his shoes he cried out a pathetic help to the people in the mall (no one stopped to make sure he’s ok.)

“Want me to help you?” she offered softly, her voice sounds like music in his ears is what I would say if it were true which isn’t. She offered him in a low awkward voice twirling to show off her [basic] skating skills. She reached out her hand hoping he would take her offer. He stared at her hand not knowing what to do. So he ran. Well he wobbly skates away like a newborn penguin from her back to his friends. Scooting against the railing slowly even a snail on ice is way faster than he is. She sighed looking at the now empty space in front of her. She leaned her back onto the railing regretting what she did ‘well, that went well.’  She thought to herself having an internal pity party over someone she doesn’t know. And a guy for that matter could've been a girl could’ve been a cat but a boy? That was the last thing she would have ever expected. 

A boy bumped into her just as she was about to skate away, not just any boy that’s right it’s him. “Hey! Where are you going?” the boy rushed up onto his feet quickly holding her hand. “Come on! What are you waiting for? I don’t want to spend another second knowing that i’m gonna fall on my ass every time I take a step.” he took a slow and careful step forward repeating what she did before; holding his hand out for her to take which leaves the poor girl confused he just left her for his friends and now he came back? That question wrecked her brain. Nevertheless, she still took his hand.

The rest of the afternoon went on as a blur of laughter, jokes, silly questions and mostly falls. She took [more than] a couple of photos as a keepsake ignoring all his complaints. She felt happier and more alive than she had ever been in a long time. Losing track of time they both didn’t realize that the amazing time they had had come to an end rushing out of the rink and into the mall she had realized that she had known nothing about him, not even his name. She went back to the rink telling her sister she left something she ran as fast as her legs could take her. She was too late. He's gone. Nowhere to be found. She went out of the rink sulking when she saw her older sister waiting for her “got what you need?” Jihyo asked her clearly out of breath complaining how tired she is from running across the mall just to make sure she’s okay. That is what yn said when in reality she took all the time in the world and she even slowed her walking pace. Her little sister nodded clearly disappointed and tired [cause she RAN there to catch a BOY -that mind you- she knew nothing of].

Masterlist SKZ

Legend: fluff (☁️), angst (💔), [tbc bcs that’s it for now]

A/N: I’m officially adding Taglish as a genre, because besides writing aus in tagalog, I wanted a bit of a spin of trying out taglish. The descriptions will still be in english, but the dialogue will be consisting of english and tagalog words.

Note: I accept requests <3 (the to come ones are in progress stories in my drafts)

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Bang (Christopher) Chan

Stunt Double ☁️

Lee Minho (Rhino)

☁️Cuddles and Kisses☁️

Seo Changbin (Lewis)

(to come)

Hwang Hyunjin (Sam)

“Yeah, you like that?”🔥

Han Jisung (Peter)

“Y/n, do you want to talk to him?” 💔

Lee Yongbok (Felix)

(to come)

Kim Seungmin (Sky)

(to come)

Yang Jeongin (Bob)

“I told you not to bother me. Didn’t I?” 💔

OT8 (Poly) [Thoughts & Scenarios]

(to come)

Member x Member

(to come)

Series

(to come)

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Stunt Double

[Bang Chan x Fem!Reader]

summary: hannah convinced you to be her understudy but things quickly take a turn when you become her ‘stunt’ double due to a scene in the script where the prince has to kiss her

genre: fluff

warnings: none

note: this is a non!idol au, high school au. like to add that descriptions about your looks are vaguely mentioned since you are a stunt double, you have the same hair as Hannah. AGES ARE CHANGED!!! they’re only 1 year apart, with chan being a senior, and hannah being a junior. your dorm is like an apartment btw (honestly surprised i finished this earlier than the jisung fic but whatever)

Masterlist

The sky is still dark when Hannah calls you, your ringtone loud as it bounces around in your empty dorm room. You’re lucky your roommate is somewhere else, otherwise they’d be awoken by it.

You reach for your phone, the screen feeling cold to your warm touch. “What do you want?” You mumble lazily, eyes still closed in effort to keep the sleepiness in.

“Please don’t be mad…” She begs, dragging the end, voice increasingly loud, waking you up fully.

“Bitch, if you don’t shut the fuck up.” You quake, not fond of her loudness. You lower the volume on your phone.

Hannah groans from the other line when you hear Christopher, her brother, warning her from the other room. “CHRIS! I’m on a call with Y/n!” She exclaims, not even caring that her mouth is directly to the microphone.

“So what’s the news, that you have to wake me up at,” You pause, glancing at the blinking digital clock on your bedside table. “…3am in the morning.” You deadpan, mentally kicking your best friend for ruining your sleep schedule.

“Well it’s just, you know…” Her voice sounds almost apologetic, guilty in a way, but mischievous just the same. “So you know how Snow White is kissed to be saved from the poisonous apple and uh.”

“Who the fuck got the prince role, Hannah?”

~•~

“Come on. It won’t be that bad, right?” She insists although sounding unsure. Offering you a smile that you return, albeit sarcastically.

You sit at an empty table, begrudgingly setting your books down. “What do you mean! It’s literally,” you hiss, pinching the bridge of your nose. Trying to calm down.

“Okay first of all, I understand. The man is old as fuck. But you just have to lay down on the bed, maybe have a glass case over you, stay still as he kisses you. Then the lights dim and the smoky effects will start and then we’ll switch places.” She went on, hoping you won’t back out.

“I just didn’t expect my first kiss to be for a play.” You murmur timidly, accidentally banging your head on the table as you drop down to rest.

You’re about to massage it when you feel a hand on your head and a worried voice asking you if you’re okay. You blink, Chan’s face so close to yours. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine Chris.” You respond, taking his hand off your head.

He backs away from you, quickly taking the spot beside his sister, you don’t notice his ears redden and a giddy smile tugging at his lips.

You spend the rest of the day swimming between classes, the halls seemingly crowded every time you leave the classroom. By the end of the day you’re bruised from the amount of people who bumped into you in the hall.

You sigh, exiting the nurses office and heading for the theatre room.

“Hey!” Chan calls from behind you and you wonder if he’s talking to you. “Y/n!”

And he is.

You stop walking, turning around to look at him when you suddenly fall to the floor. An undeniably heavy weight leaning on you.

He’s quick to stand up, offering you a hand then picking up the bag you dropped. “Sorry.” He whispers while smiling, avoiding your gaze.

“It’s alright.” You reply genuinely, with you already experiencing that with a number of people today, him being added to the list isn’t that bad.

“I’m going to the theatre room, walk with me?” He questions, hopeful eyes gleaming down at you.

He’s tall.

“Y/n?” He repeats, lightly tapping your shoulder.

You snap out of your trance, nodding. “Sure.”

You stride side by side, stepping into a comfortable silence. When you reach the small beige door that leads to the theatre room Chris opens the door, bowing like a gentleman to a lady.

You giggle, “Why thank you, good sir.” Playing along, you enter the theatre room, doing a slight courtesy before bursting into a fit of laughter.

He finds the sound so angelic, he can’t help but stare at you. Eyes shut as you hold your stomach, lost in the moment.

You sigh in content. “You’re funny.”

~•~

On the day of the play you don’t seem so bothered anymore, “Thanks Y/n. I know you wanted your first kiss to be romantic but I don’t want to kiss my brother. Yuck.” Hannah expresses her disgust, mimicking the sound of puking.

You laugh at her shenanigans. “It’s okay, really.” You assure her as she steps into the dressing room, fixing her dress.

You have a similar one, being the double after all, you need the same clothes. You haven’t changed yet, all the other dressing rooms being occupied. “Hannah, I’ll just go change in the bathroom. Be right back.” You excuse yourself, walking to the nearest unisex bathroom, which you know is down the hall.

When you get inside you start to undress yourself, putting the dress on. It’s cool to the touch. Silk gliding right on your skin like a perfect match. The beautiful red gem on your chest sparkling in the bathroom light. You smile, admiring the beauty of the garment when you realize the zipper is stuck.

The doorknob rattles, “Occupied!” You shout, trying to zip the dress up quickly but to no avail.

“Oh sorry.” Chan replies.

When you hear his voice outside you feel relieved, “Chris?”

“Y/n.” He responds, unaware of your situation.

“Can you help me with my zipper?” You request in a whine and he agrees. When you unlock the door he rushes in, careful not to open it too wide so no one can see you. You turn your back to him, the low dip of the zipper is enough for him to almost see you shorts underneath, but he doesn’t.

Chan starts to fiddle with the zipper, trying his best to zip it up. When he finally does, you’re grateful, giving him a thank you smile before leaving him in the comfort room.

~•~

You stay unmoving on the wooden table that’s been decorated with flower, vines, and numerous types of leaves. You haven’t been waiting long, just about 5 minutes when you hear Felix’s narration through the speaker.

“The dwarves lead the prince to princess Snow White, the path familiar to him.” Felix starts,

“She looks like she’s just sleeping.” You hear Chan recite, but it’s not boring. You can feel the emotion from just his voice, like you don’t need to see his expression to know he’s worried.

You know he’s just acting though.

“She’s been poisoned by the Evil Queen.” The smallest dwarf Changbin explains sadly and you almost tear up, the raw emotion from their voices makes you love theatre so much more.

If only you didn’t have a sore throat you’d be having your own lines.

“-The dwarves leave the prince to mourn for his lost love-“

You don’t listen to Felix anymore though, instead focusing on a sneeze you feel. Trying your best to stop it but you just can’t control it, you let out the smallest sneeze.

It’s the cutest thing Chan’s ever heard and he has to stop himself from smiling at your previous action.

You feel your long hair getting pushed to the side and Chan’s hot breath on your lips. He caresses your cheek before completely closing the gap.

His lips are soft.

The kiss is slow and sweet, when he pulls away you have to stop yourself from sitting up to pull him back in for more.

The music changes and the ‘smoky effects’ Hannah was talking about fogs up the stage. “Do you need help getting up?” Chan suggests, hands going to support you but you shake your head.

You shuffle off the bed, rushing backstage where you find the 7 dwarves.

“So,” Jeongin teases, acknowledging your presence. He grins, “How was hyung’s kiss.” the young one continues to mock.

The rest of the boys cheer at his question making you groan, “Shove off, I.n.” You order but the smile on your lips tell them you liked it.

~•~

“How was it?” Hannah chimes from your door, behind her are your roommates, Rachel and Olivia who seem equally pleased with your one moment ‘performance’.

“He’s a good kisser if that’s what your asking.” You admit, turning your attention back to your book.

“Okay hoe.” Olivia blurts, sitting on the floor of your room and Rachel joins her.

Hannah sits beside you instead, taking your book and your reading glasses then placing it on the table. “Okay you dense dumbass. My brother’s been in love with you since you two met. Honestly the man can’t keep his mouth shut about how you’re the most beautiful amazing person he’s met. So do you like him or not.” She confesses.

“And if you do, since when!” Rachel bubbles.

The girls look at you expectantly.

“I,” You ponder what to say. You’ve never thought of him that way, but the way his lips felt right against yours. “His kiss got me feeling something.” You answer, the blatant honesty getting the whole room erupting in laughter.

Your phone rings and you pick up, shushing your friends. “Hello, Y/n speaking.” You speak, a default response falling from your lips.

When you hear who it is you put it on speaker phone and mute yourself, “Hey Y/n, I was just wondering if you’d like to go out for lunch tomorrow. You know to celebrate the play?” He proposes, and if Hannah hadn’t told you about his undying love for you, you’d think this was just a friendly hang out.

Funny, a senior who’s incredibly dense.

You hit unmute, “Sure, darling.” you muse and you can practically hear the smile on his face as he says goodbye.

Your friends squeal, happy you’re finally out there living your life.

~•~

“Thanks for lunch,” you sing, opening the door to your dorm. When you’re halfway in you turn around, “you kiss really well, Channie.” You praise, about to close the door when he stops you.

“Do,” He stammers, “can I kiss you?” he pipes. The same hopeful gaze you know all too well from his sister.

You open the door wider, inviting him. When he gets inside you close the door and lead him to your room.

The rest of the night is spent cuddling, watching movies, and exchanging a few kisses.

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Haha another HC!!!

So, yes, I love SKZ. They are hilarious, lovable, adorable angels (or maybe demons, idk). Anyhoo… Stray Kids with Quirks. Because yes, yes, yes, and YOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Bang Chan: Half-Wolf. He has wolf ears and a tail, and can transform into full wolf when protective or angry.

Lee Know: Caterwaul. He can speak in the Cat Language™️, and understand cats perfectly.

Changbin: Muscle: He can build up muscle 2-3x faster than the average person.

Hyunjin: Starstrike. He has the ability to mesmerize anyone with a single glance, but this only works on three people at a time.

Han: Squirrel. He can do pretty much anything a squirrel can. He’s fast, has good balance, has LOTS of energy, and is adorable.

Felix: Sunshine. He can make rays of sunlight from his eyes, hands, and feet. Basically lasers. Also, his freckles glow in the dark.

Seungmin: Savagery. His sarcasm and snark are just outlets of this quirk. His fighting ability stems from his trash talk, so the better the quip, the more powerful the punch.

Jeongin: Maknae On Top. He’s kinda like Shinsou, but his mind control works better when he’s fighting low-intelligence thugs or 300+ IQ Final Bosses™️.

The Ninth (Stray Kids OC insert) - People in Aera's Phone (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1459205205-the-ninth-stray-kids-oc-insert-people-in-aera%27s?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=shroomie_likes_frogs Originally on AO3, cross-posted on Quotev. Aera Hyun-Ryong. Also known as the immensely chaotic maknae of Stray Kids. She's quirky, neurodivergent, and unapologetically crazy.

You praising the boys on the new music video Mirror. Go and watch it. Go and love it. Go and like it. Go and subscribe to them. My talented babies 🔥❤️