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Just thinking about boyfriend Chan being so sensitive after being overstimulated. He can't stop whining and tearing up because of how good he's feeling. He just wants you to take care of him. He wants to cuddle and get soft kisses after, some reassurance that he is such a good boy.

These pictures gave me thoughts 🔞

Imagine laying on his soft stomach while he runs his fingers through your hair and talks about his day...

Or when you're sucking him off, running your tongue along his slit, you notice how good he feels as he whimpers as his tummy keeps clenching every time he takes a deep breath and releases it through soft quivering gasps.

You can't help but place your hand on his stomach to caress it and drag it up and down his torso.

You can't wait to see that beautiful tummy of his painted with cum.

There are times when I just think Chan is so ✨️pretty✨️

I feel like his beauty is so underrated. Everything in his face makes perfect sense. His eyes, his nose, his lips EVERYTHING makes him pretty. It's so unfair how his name and the word don't usually show up together cause tell me this man doesn't deserve to be worshipped. To have every single part on his body be caressed or kissed softly to make him think he's fragile enough to just let go and break under your touch.

He deserves to get praised every single second. To be told he's doing a good job.

How is nobody talking about how he CRAVES for it. How he begs to be taken care of. How much he would enjoy to have all his worries and thoughts be taken away from love and pleasure.

To be appreciated in such a devoted way. Like your life depends on it. Like it's your most desired goal to get him to that point where he's squirming and moaning loudly and uncontrollably under hot and careful touches that make him feel so delicate.

Imagine him feeling so treasured, so lost on the feeling. All he thinks about is how well he's being loved.

Anyways. That's it.

Sleeping with Curly Haired Chan

Masterlist

Curly Haired Chan who sleeps beside you, watches you fall asleep, admiring your beauty.

Curly Haired Chan who keeps his curls because of you, because you said you liked his curls and said he was cute with it.

Curly Haired Chan who kisses you allover your face while you sleep and hugs you tightly in his arms.

Curly Haired Chan who kisses your forehead while you sleep, sniffs your hair and whispers “mmm smells so good”.

Curly Haired Chan who looks at your face, smiles and whispers, “You’re so beautiful”, pinches your cheeks softly, smiles cutely and tucks a strand of your hair at the back of your ear.

Curly Haired Chan who falls asleep smiling, thinking of you and snuggles on you.

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[drabble]

I really like the idea of overstimulating Channie

mdni18+, overstim/edging (m!), handjob, piv (brief), not proofread

there's just something about him that tells me he would much rather prefer getting overstimulated than edged. don't get me wrong, he loves loves loves when you stop just before he cums. when those pearly whites just barely dribble from his tip and leak onto your fingers to act as extra lubrication.

he likes it, he does. even if his teeth are clenched and he's groaning so hard that his neck is turning red with his veins bulging, he loves it.

it just makes everything feel so much better when you do let him cum. when you giggle and moan with him despite hardly touching yourself. he has an airy type of moan, whiny, breathless when you've been edging him for so long.

but then you keep going. you keep stroking him until his hips are trying to shy away from your hand. you tell him that he deserves to be milked, even if it hurts.

and he'll beg beg beeeeggg for you to slow down, to give him a rest. but he does it on purpose just so you'll ignore him. you never really have to tie him up since he listens so good, but having him restrained just adds an extra layer of pleasure. the tightness of the ropes, the sting of them. it just all feels so good to him

too good, he cries. literally yelps when you tug on the head of his cock, squeezing and circling it until he's sobbing.

and you'll stop, after a long time, and he feels like he can finally breathe. his muscles relax and he groans from how hard he was clenching his body. but then you'll take your panties off, or put them to the side if you're that impatient.

hovering over him with an all too knowing smile while you sit yourself on his sensitive, throbbing cock. and as much as it makes him thrash and cry out, it's his favorite part

after all, you need to cum too. at least once, or twice....or thrice

I want whatever this is

Midnight Kisses

Pairing: Chan x reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive, romance, friends to lovers trope

Summary: You pay Chan a midnight visit in his studio, one thing leads to another and confessions get made.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.3k

Author's note: Hii, this is my first work so it's not perfect haha. Also, english is not my first language so I apologise in advance if there are any mistakes, I've tried my best guys. I hope you enjoy!

It was a quiet night at the studio, Chan was working on some of his tracks, the lights were dimmed and the only sounds in the studio were the clicking of his mouse and some background music he had on, it was the perfect ambiance, it was so quiet and relaxing that he wasn't wearing his usual headphones, that's probably why he was able to hear the quiet knocks at his door, he looked at the time, wondering who could be knocking on his door at midnight, he reached to open it, when he saw you, all confusion was dissipated and his chest was filled with nothing but happiness, he smiled at you and he motioned to come in, to which you complied smiling warmly at him, that smile, that freaking smile that made him forget all of his problems.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”. He said teasing you, “I just came to make company and maybe, share a midnight snack? Honestly Chan, how long have you been working for, hm? Everyone needs a little break, especially an old man like you,”. You answered, teasing him back. “You’ve been hanging out a little too much with Seungmin”. He said looking at you with accusatory eyes, to which you just simply smiled at him, god had you missed him.

It wasn’t unusual for you to show up at his studio late at night, you also worked at the company as a songwriter and producer and spent a lot of time with the boys, especially with Chris, you participated in the making of a lot of their songs. Because of that, you found yourself spending a lot of time at the studio, staying until late working with Chan, to which Jisung and Changbin also joined you a lot of the time, but mostly it was you and Chan alone who stayed up until late in the night. Chan because he was a workaholic and because of his insomnia, and you because you liked to spend time with him.

Because of the time you two spent together, falling in love with him was bound to happen, and you tried so hard not to, but how could you not, his caring nature, his kind heart and his beautiful smile that made his eyes look like half moons made it impossible for you not to fall head over heels for him, and his dad jokes, how could you forget to mention his dad jokes. But you weren’t a fool, you knew how hard it was to date an idol, you swore yourself to never date an idol when you got in the industry, you swore it. But you also didn’t know a Bahng Christopher Chan back then, and if you were honest with yourself, Chan was worth it, Chan was worth breaking that promise, he was worth everything, if there was one boy who would ever be worth your tears, it was Channie.

When you came back from your thoughts you looked towards him, he was so focused on his computer, he had a slight frown and his lips were pouting just the tiniest bit, he looked so… ethereal, the dimmed lights showed his sharp features, you couldn’t help but stare.

“You’re staring”. You blinked, “No, I'm not”. “Yes you are”. He said, smirking slightly, “Shut up”. “Do I make you nervous darling?”. “You’d love that, wouldn't you Christopher”. You told him, smiling sarcastically, you didn’t receive an answer but you felt his piercing eyes on you, “Who’s staring now?” you retaliated, still you didn’t receive a response, when you looked at him, you noticed the darkness in his eyes, when your eyes connected with his, he looked away and coughed a little, “Wanna come check on the song?”. He said changing the subject, to which you gave a slight nod and sat by his side, he passed you his headphones and when his fingers brushed yours you swore your heart skipped a beat, you ignored the feeling and put on the headphones while he played the demo, you thought that the melody felt familiar until you realized it was red lights, confused, you looked at him, receiving only a sly smile back from him, you continued listening. You gasped when you heard the lyrics, the mutherfucker had literally recorded the explicit version of the song. When the recording came to an end he looked at you expectantly while you took off the headphones and handed them back to him.

“If you release this song you’ll no longer be able to tell stay that red lights is about traffic lights, you know? Also, I fucking knew you were the one who wrote it and not Hyunjin”. You told him, receiving a big laugh from him. “Shut up, no, but really, what do you think?”. “I think it's great, but do you really think that jypapi will let you release it?”. “Well, it won’t be easy, but with the right amount of convincing anything is possible.” 

While the clicking sounds clouded the little studio again, you decided to remain seated by his side, you didn’t notice the time passing, getting lost watching him work. When you turned to the clock you saw that it was already 3am, you didn't even notice that you had been there for three hours already, when you turned to look back at Chan you found him already staring back at you. But there was something different in his eyes, in the way he looked at you, you didn't know if it was the late hours, the quiet atmosphere or the tiredness, but something had changed, it was more tense.

You didn't even have time to think before his lips were on yours, it was soft, his lips moved slowly on yours, he was testing the waters, to see if you would pull away, when he felt you returning the kiss he deepened it, his lips felt like heaven on earth, you felt like the air was kicked out of your lungs, it was too much; his breath, his lips on yours, the warmth of his body embracing yours. His hands went from cupping your face to your waist where he rested them for some seconds before lowering them towards your hips, which he grabbed and dragged you, situating you on his lap, you couldn't help but moan slightly at his sudden move, earning a groan from him. His lips then kissed your jaw and went down to your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin there, getting whines from you in return while you locked your hands on his hair and pulled his roots, his hands tightened even more on your hips due to your actions.

When he finally looked back at your eyes you couldn’t bother to hide the smile that creeped on your lips, mirroring his.

“I know we skipped some steps in the middle but I would really like to take you on a date”. He whispered while tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear. Suddenly, you were at a loss of yours, it felt like a dream, everything was so perfect, you couldn't help but imagine that this was really happening, unable to say anything you just nodded lightly. “Words darling, I need you to use your words”. “Sure”. Your voice broke while saying that simple word, receiving a chuckle from him that you copied, that chuckle became a soft laugh until you both were laughing loudly in each other's arms. It was perfect, maybe tomorrow it wouldn’t, but today it was, and that is what matters, everything was perfect, he was perfect.

I HAVE BEEN BARKING ALL MORNING AND IT WON'T STOP!!! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!!!!

Not what I expected to see but like yknow yea um I thought it was just gonna be pics of changbin but yea umm that happend and I may or may not have dropped my phone when I saw it cause like yknow and it’s so muscley and I can’t even rn like just look at it and the fact that they censored his face w an emoji like that ain’t doing anything like what like I can’t anymore they’re just teasing us cause Ik Chan was giggiling when changbin was posting it and I bet ur buttocks he’s gon comment bout it on bubble just like Felix did when he did his back thing in the concerns and so now I just wanna say, I’m going feral

CAN I TOUCH THEM PLEASE.

"Please chan" you beg following behind him. "You're acting like I've never touched them before" you whine.

Chan chuckles "no y/n" he says not to harsh. You've been pleading and begging for him to let you touch his chocolate bars- I mean ab *cough*

You're basically chasing him around the apartment now yelling at him to let you touch them. It's not like he doesn't want you to touch them. It's just that he enjoys watching you like this, it amuses him.

"Channnnnn!!" You yell "baby please you can't keep running forever"

He laughs as he runs and you chase him. You can see that cheeky smile in his face.

"You're enjoying this huh?" You stop running and fall to the ground playfully. This causes chan to stop thinking you actually fell.

"Why won't you let me touch them chan" you lay on the ground whining. Chan approaches and stands over you.

"Aww is my baby mad" he says mockingly and you nod.

"Okay since you've been so good and you've begged" he takes your hand and pulls you up. When you get up he pulls you to his body leaving no room between the two of you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"And even chased me around" he laughs.

"I'll let you touch them" he says sweetly. In your heart your happy but chan made you beg so much that your now mad at him and he sees it on your face.

"Are you mad at me baby?" He asks but you look away.

"Don't be mad at me baby, I'm sorry" he say sweetly as he takes he takes your hands in his and brings them to his abdomen. Immediately your palms comes into contact with he's abs and you can't handle the blush that's on your face.

"You're walking around shirtless and expecting me not to want to touch them." You say looking in his eyes.

He simply smirks and places a long simple kiss on your lips which you happily accept.

Having a major writing block.

Any drabble ideas/requests

STOP YOUR CAR

You're on your way home from a girls night out, you had been drinking but not enough to get you drunk.

You're enjoying your ride back home listen to some music. There weren't many cars in the road and you really wanted to get home quickly so you decided to speed up past the speed limit (don't do this, practice safe driving guys).

Just minutes after you pass the speed limit you see the famous red and blue lights and the sirens. You sigh.

"Stop your car" you hear from the police car.

You turn your car and pull over by a stop near the road. You sit with you hands on your wheel waiting for the cop to pull up by your window.

As you're staring ahead you see a figure approach and stand by your window.

"Y/n?" You hear the cop say, you turn your head and blink taking in the officer standing in front of you. He has a bright light shining in your face.

"Chan?" You say Identifying him by his voice."the light" you say squinting and cover your eyes from the blinding lights.

"Sorry" he says turning it off and putting the light in his back pocket.

You blink and regain your vision. "Chan? Look who passed their test"

Chan was your ex boyfriend from like 2 years ago. You two broke up cause he really never spent time with you cause he was busy training at the academy and you couldn't handle the lack of quality time. And he always seemed to appreciate his work than you.

"Are you drunk?" He asks.

"I'm not" you say. You truly aren't drunk, to you're knowledge atleast.

"Where are you from late at night" he asks his questions to little more casual than he would with anyone else.

"Why do you care" you say sounding bitter. You're still a little hurt from the way your relationship ended.

When your relationship ended he never seemed to care but what he never told you was that you were all he could think about. He thought about you everyday.

"I can see that you're still reckless" he says cheekily.

"Chan why did you pull me over" you ask like you don't know, you were afraid to talk to him for long, cause if you ask anyone you really never got over chan.

"You were going over the speed limit, baby" You smile from the little name. The name always pulled at your heart strings.

"If you're gonna give me a ticket then please do" you say not looking at him and trying to be nonchalant. Chan could always read your emotions like a book and you hates it cause you couldn't hide your feelings from him.

"Y/n,I'm sorry" he says slowly melting your cold persona. He lowers his head in defeat to his emotions.

"I'm really sorry y/n" you can hear the pain in his voice. You didn't want to do this.

"Chan I have to get home"

"We need to talk y/n please"

"You waited for 2 years" you finally look at him and chuckle. You see the look on his face and I breaks you could see he meant it, but honestly you were afraid of being second to his passion so its better if he was only left with one.

"I've thought about you everyday y/n. Everyday" his breathing starts to get heavier.

You stay silent trying to think through your thoughts and make a decision.you really did miss him and understood hjm but it still hurt you.

"Why don't we talk this out" he pleads

"You have work chan"

"That doesn't matter I'm off in 30 minutes anyways" he says as he looks at his watch.

"Is that okay with you baby, can we talk?" His tone and voice is gentle as if walking on eggshells.

You simply nod, truly wanting to talk to him and work through this and maybe the ache that you've had in your heart for the past 2 years would subside.

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I remembered I had this in the drafts. I kind of rushed it tho, my bad :)

FOR ME

So you're in the studio with chan working on his album/song

And you're in the booth sampling vocals for him.

"Babe I need you to sample a moan for me" he says so casually.

You're surprised " what?... chan-"

"Why don't you ask someone else to do it or get it off the Web... or something I don't know" you feel awkward with everyone's eyes on you, there aren't many people in the room but you still feel nervous.

It's not like you didn't want to. But you didn't know how to do it, or how to do it right.

"Why would I do that when you're just here. Plus if I ask someone else they would make me pay" he says watching you through the glass. Bold of him to assume you wouldn't make him pay.

You look at the other producer in the room feeling awkward.

"Come on I know you can" he says voice low

Chan prepares to record and you sigh, "okay fine I'll try" you give in.

"Come on baby do it for me?" He jokingly pleds.

Did I mention you were the only female there. Chan told you'd sample some vocals and you'd be done.

But you're here sampling moans for him.

"Okay give me a real strong one" he says smirking knowing damn well that you don't know how to.

You record about five times and his unsatisfied.

And you can see the other guys laugh and mumble something.

They've caught chan's attention "what's funny?" He says sternly

They can't even respond. Chan turns back to you.

"Let's try one more time,love."

The name gives you butterflies. You sigh "chan I can't do this... ask some else. Plus im uncomfortable" you say the last part in a whisper.

Chan turn to the people in the studio "you can go home we'll continue tomorrow" they don't argue and leave.

And now your alone with chan. You were confused why they had left because you couldn't hear what he said.

"Why did they leave?"

He doesn't respond. There is some silence and you turn to grab you bottle and drink some water.

You turn back. "Chan can I leave now?" You don't see him were you you last saw him.

"Chan?"

"cha-" before you finish. You see from the corner of your eye the room's door opens.

And it's chan. You're confused

"what ar-... can I go home now?"

"We haven't recorded the moan yet" he approaches you

"No you can... face the mic" he demands, you don't have energy to argue so you do as he says. There's a moment of silence, and you want to turn and see what his doing.

"Chan I can't" you say growing shy under his stareBefore you do it you feel his hands on your hips and he kisses your shoulder.

He trails his wet kisses up your neck. And you melt holding back a moan.

"Chan...what are you doing?" You find the energy to ask him and you fight your moans as his hand run up to cup your boobs. You moan

"Were recording the moan."

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I hope the mistake is fixed :)

DID YOU NEED ME

Can you imagine how lucky I am to have dreamt this:) except the nightmare part.

College au, best friend?chan x fem reader. Fluff.

Reader has a nightmare.

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You toss and turn breaking out in a sweat as you're being chased by one of those 'five nights at freddies' Characters. You run and scream as your heart races, but no-one hears your screams and no-one comes to your aid. The night time consumes your sight as you try to find a way to run, but unfortunately for you the creature catches you before you can get away. The creature drops you to the ground blocking any way for you to run.

You scream as the creature stabs you repeatedly.

You leap forward on your bed as you wake up from your nightmare. Fuck. You wanted to cry so bad. It felt so real. You touch yourself feeling your body for any stab wounds but you find none.

You sigh relieved but still feeling the adrenaline from the dream.

"Y/n are you okay" your roommate asks seeing the distressed and uneasy look on your face.

"Im okay just had a nightmare" you chuckle trying to ease her concerns "I'll be fine"

Your friend knew you well enough to know that after you had a nightmare you weren't going to be okay, you weren't going to be able to sleep. You'd either consume yourself with work or go on a stroll on campus.

She knows that you need your sleep and the only way you were going to sleep was if she called chan. So that's what she did.

Your friend walks out of the room intending on going to call chan from his room but she stops when she finds chan in the hallway chating and laughing with his friends.

"Hey chan" she says which chan replies to.

"Can you come for a minute y/n needs you"

When he hears your name and that you need him he drops everything he's doing, tells his friends he has to go and walks to your room.

When he gets there he finds you standing against the door frame in your shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Your friend walks in leaving you and chan by yourselves.

You're shocked when you see chan, you didn't expect him. You can't believe your friend went to call him. You knew you wanted him to be with you in order to feel better but you didn't know if he would want to.

He stands in front of you shirtless and in some sweatpants he has a smile on his face from his previous laughter. But it drops when he sees the uneasy look on your face.

"Your friend told me you needed me" he says walking closer to you and putting a hand on the side of your neck and rubbing your neck to comfort you. You give in to his touch sighing feeling the ache in your chest subside.

"Is everything okay?" He narrows his brows at you waiting for an answer. When he asks you this you feel your tears form in your eyes.

"I had a bad dream chan" you say about to cry as you run into his arms. And wrapping your arms around his naked torso. You relax at the sound of his heart and the heat he emits. You're surprised he's this warm cause he's walking around shirtless.

He welcomes you into his arms as he rubs your back and runs a comforting hand on your head and places a kiss on your shoulder.

"Aw my baby.... its okay I'm here" he coos as he places a kiss on your cheek.

He hears you sniffle and he even pulls you closer to him.

"I was really scared chan" your words are muffled by his chest but he hears you clearly. "I really want you around right now"

"Only right now" he jokes

"Forever. I want you around Forever" you say giggling a bit.

"Do you want me to cuddle you so you can fall asleep?" He asks pulling away in order to face you and look in your eyes. You feel cold immediately you detach from him even though you're the one more clothed.

"Please" you say begging with your eyes.

Chan smiles at that rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he places a kiss on your forehead.

"You're so cute. Come on"

He says as he pulls you into your room and into your bed. You lay under the covers with your back against chan's front as he rubs your stomach with his hand. His body is so close to yours, cause that's what you wanted, you wanted him holding you tightly and chan did as you asked even better than you expected. He casually hums and kisses your neck as you slowly drift off to sleep feeling safe in his arms.

"I wanna be around you forever too" he says into your neck as he too falls asleep.

Drabble/imagines requests are open. ✍

I only write BTS and STRAYKIDS.

I write whatever genre as long as it sits right with my heart.

You gotta be specific. If you aren't specific and I don't get the concept and write what comes to mind don't be mad.

"IT JUST SLIPPED"

Today you had to shoot a cooking talk show like video for your YouTube channel. You were so excited and happy cause you had two special guests. Bangchan and felix.

You had a hard time sleeping cause you were so nervous today. And as you walk through the studio towards the set up kitchen you get even more nervous.

"Have they arrived?" You ask your assistant as she walks beside you.

"Yes they just got in" as she says that the nervousness sinks in more.

Its the first time you and any straykids members are filming something together, you have many reasons to be nervous but the main reason is you're afraid you might slip up. Slip up? Yeah you're afraid you might accidentally call chan 'baby' like you always do when you're with him. But most of the time when you're with him it's not infront of large lights and cameras.

Nobody knows that you two have been dating, not your companies, not your crew, not even you're assistant, it's still kinda new so you wanna keep it low. The only people who know you and chan are dating are his members. Who said they found out when they all "accidentally" saw you and chan's chats. The defenders were han and Lee know, when you saw those two open there mouths to defend you knew it was bullshit. Who accidentally reads three months worth of conversations in front of others accidentally.

You were kinda mad and embarrassed that they read your messages cause you and chan had some spicy texts and pictures in there. But chan promised to talk to them and keep his phone better which made you feel better.

And it seemed like chan's talk did work on them, cause they never brought up any of the messages or made any silly joke about it. They only congratulated you and made you feel comfortable.

You see the familiar figure of your boyfriend and his bandmate walk in straight to you. You and chan give eachother smiles hoping no one noticed cause you and him need to keep this a secret.

When they approach you, felix first, you share greetings and give eachother hugs. When chan hugs you he tries to not make it obvious by placing his hand a little lower on your back.

"I missed you" he whispers into your ear and you feel the heat consume you.

"Shut up were supposed to be undercover" you joke.

"But I missed you too" you confess still in a whisper.

You two missed each other like you didn't text and facetime everyday when you can.

He walks by you as he greets the crew.

After sometime and getting things ready it's time to film.

Since its your youtube channel and show you have to be the one to introduce them.

"So today we're gonna do a little cook and chat" you begin to say to the camera.

"But before we do I wanna introduce you to two people" you give a look to chan and felix as they take it as a sign to get into frame. They give their biggest smiles to the camera as they bow to it and to you which you return as well.

They give their intros and you smile at them as they express how they're happy to be here and how much they've always wanted to be on your show. It makes you blush but it's not like you didn't know. One of the reasons this filming idea came up was because chan expressed to you how much you he wanted to be on your show. And after both of your companies accepted, the date was set.

You and the boys laugh as you answer some funny questions and chop up some food. One of the questions led to chan having to tell an embarrassing story which makes everyone in the studio laugh. You also end up telling a story and chan can't help but watch as you smile and giggle when you tell the story.

He always loved hearing you talk and express yourself, it's one of his favourite things about you. Feeling his loving gaze on you, you glance at him and warn him making him look away and focus on washing the lettuce.

You're cutting some cucumber when it slips from the grip of the knife and cuts you a bit.

You hiss catching everyone's attention. Chan looks at you worried as he watched you rush to the sink. It kills him how he can't just run over to you and care for your wound just because people might find out.

"I'm good guys" you say but it doesn't help lighten chan's heart.

Felix notices his uneasiness and taps him on the back. "She's okay bro relax" he doesn't pay much attention to that as he watches a staff wrap your finger with a bandaid.

After you get back you grab a new knife and new cucumber as chan stares at you still uneasy.

"I'm okay chan" you smile at him and he feels a little more relieved when you say it directly to him, maybe it's your smile that comforts him. But he still wishes he had been the one to help you.

You continue to shoot the video as chan takes over the cutting duty and puts you in egg boiling duty. Which you rolled your eyes at. He's so protective, as if you couldn't burn yourself with hot water.

After you're done with the shooting, chan approaches you.

"Let me see your hand" he grabs your hand not even letting you choose whether or not he can see your hand. But you let him cause he's just trying to be caring.

"Are you okay?" It's a question he keeps asking you and you don't know if you wanna answer him again.

"I'm fine chan, now let go of my hand before someone sees us." He doesn't take heed to your words and continues to examine your finger touching I lightly which you find comforting.

"You don't look fine. Want me to give you a hug?" He says slowly moving into you. If no one has noticed the two of you someone's gonna notice now. You try and push him away giggling at his words, you really don't want your cover blown but chan doesn't seem to care. He doesn't care actually.

"Baby I'm okay" you say a little louder than you expected. You immediately move away from chan and stare at the people now staring at you. If the company hears about this you're screwed.

"I meant chan" you laugh awkwardly.

"It just slipped" you try and assure the people around you. You know they couldn't care less but you'd never know who'd be a snitch.

"I call everyone baby anyways" chan laughs as you try to convince yourself.

It's no use they heard you clearly.

.....

Its been been seven days since your cooking episode with chan and felix aired. And you heard some rumours and theories going around on the Internet.

So you decided to check on the comments yourself.

Chan giving y/n those loving eyes

I want someone to look at me like the way chan's looking at her

If these two aren't dating I'm gonna take y/n

These two gotta be dating look at the way he's looking at her.

I can feel the tension between them

The chemistry between these two.

Kiss already

You didn't realise the tension between you and chan was so obvious. Maybe it's the way you spoke and looked at eachother. And after watching the video for yourself you can definitely see it.

"Our love can't be hidden" chan said when you brought the issue to him. You laughed, he doesn't take this seriously huh?

"What's the magic word baby"

Chan is literally down by your pussy as you shiver feeling his breath touch you.

He has your legs spread so you can't close them. He's been working and he's missed you so much, he really needed you but just like all the other times he needed you so say the magic word so that he knows that you want it. Yes wasn't enough for him.

"What's the word baby" he says breathless impatiently waiting for you to say it so he can dive in.

It somehow irritated you that chan always needed you to say the word for him to pleasure you. But you understand where he's coming from he just wants surety.

"What's the magic word baby" he says drawing nearer to your cunt hoping you can give him an answer quick. You sigh.

"Abracadabra" you say not able to hold in your laughter. How can you be so unserious right now he thinks. But that's how to two have always been, playful.

"Baby" he looks at you pleading as you continue to laugh at his facial expression. You calm down from your laughter noticing his hunger.

"Okay okay" you give in to his straight face. "Please channie" you whine remembering that he's actually between your legs. It's not long before he's on you, tongue touching every part of you.

After sometime you can feel chan smile against your cunt before he detaches himself and releases a laugh.

"That was actually funny" he says still laughing while on you. The vibrations from his laughter makes the pleasure even better. You're too lost in your thoughts to pay attention to the man still laughing at your joke.

"I'm never gonna forget that baby"

"Forget the song...focus on your health"

Idol au, y/n is an Idol

.......

Youve been quite stressed and unwell because comeback season is soon and the finishing up of your album is killing you. You're currently working on a song with straykids. You've never written a song with them and you're really excited. You've never interacted with straykids much, only saying hellos and HIs at award shows. You've also expressed to each other how much you really want to work on a song together, which brings you to now.

You're sat on the couch as changbin sits in the chair instructing han on his verse. Today it's just you, 3racha and one other producer.

Chan's on his phone next to you on the couch as you wait your turn in the booth. The headache you've been feeling for sometime decides to remind you of its existence as a sharp throbing pain hits your head. You've haven't been feeling too well lately, nausea and constant light-headedness have plagued you not forgetting the said headache. You've been eating well. Sleeping well, well not really, but you've been eating well that should be enough.

But its not enough. You've been having them for like two weeks or more, you haven't counted. You've only been taking pills to sooth the pain, not going to the doctor assuming it will be fine and it will just go away, just like the other times. Have you told anyone? Well your friend, but you just shrugged it off as stress and told them not to worry.

But now you think it's otherwise as you feel a wave of heat rush over you even though the air in the room is cool. Your vision goes blurry as your head starts to slightly spin. You grip the arm rest of the couch and rub your temple.

Chan notices your behaviour and scrunched up facial expression and turns from his phone.

"Are you okay?" He asks

"Yeah yeah" you smile weakly at him, "I think I've just been tired lately"

"Understandable" chan chuckles and smiles at you still a little concerned as you turn and try to focus in your phone screen.

For a few minutes your strong enough to endure but as the minutes go by the feeling gets worse then unbearable unlike usual. You wish you could get in the booth, sing your verse and go home. But you're very sure that you won't be able to enter the booth and do a good job.

It's getting unbearable as your temperature rises and you feel yourself boiling, you could just strip. You try and stay a little stronger cause you don't want to embarrass yourself during your first session with straykids in the studio. You feel bad that you know you won't be able to record today and that you're gonna set everyone back.

You decide to stand and maybe go rinse your face in the bathroom. As you do you stumble a bit but it goes unnoticed. You walk through your spinning vision and mind, you can barely pinpoint where the door is. This has to be the worst you've felt ever. Your steps are slower and you begin to breathe a little deeper. You're trying your best to go unnoticed but nothing goes unnoticed when you're legs give in and you fall hitting your head on the stand by the door and finally you hit the floor. You barely feel anything cause your mind goes blank and your eyes shut, darkness your only scene.

Everyone's attention is quickly on you as chan who's closest rushes to you, lifting your head off the ground. You're not bleeding, but he notices You're unconscious and your skin is burning hot.

Changbin who was on the chair now standing by chan looks over you, concerned and worried. He pulls out his phone to call an ambulance as chan calls out your name multiple times, worry engraved in his tone. He holds you in his arms like a little fragile egg as his eyes don't leave your face. He watches your unconscious face, you look relaxed. Chan uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the little droplets of sweat on your face. Your cute face he thinks. He noticed that your weren't okay, he should have acted on his intuition when he could've maybe you wouldn't have fainted. That isn't true you would've fainted anyways cause you've been neglecting yourself.

Changbin's a little worried whether you're breathing or not, but chan reassured him that you are after he checked, multiple times.

Soon enough the paramedics arrive and take you to the hospital as discreetly as possible. Chan should've just driven you to the hospital himself, but he knew they'd say no to him.

Chan, changbin and han were worried sick about you. Chan has been in contact with your friend through your phone. And when they heard that you were awake and in recovery they were relieved.

"Why are you still worried I'm fine" you say through the phone not sounding fine to chan at all.

"I'll have to come visit you myself to believe" he says softly "cause you don't sound fine."

You laugh through the phone and it lightens chan's heart to hear you laugh.

"You wanna come visit me?" You ask seriously

"Yeah, I care." You blush at that.

"Anyway the doctor said I can be out in a week" you inform, cause your situation was bad you had to stay a little longer.

"After that we can work on finishing the song" chan sighs as you say that.

"Don't worry about the song"

"Right now focus on your health. Get better the song can wait" he comforts you and you feel a little less guilty now.

"The boys said, they hope you get better and their gonna said you some gifts"

You smile even though he can't see it.

"That's not necessary, but thank you"

"Try telling that to a worried changbin and han" you both laugh at that.

"They wouldn't take no as an answer" you say wanting to cough but holding it in so that chan doesn't hear.

"Anyways" his voice lowers as he runs his hands through his hair, though you can't see it.

"What do you want me to bring when I come see you?"

............

Wrote this cause I'm awfully sick🤧

Cream of the crop ❤😭

SECRET SECRET — [18+!]

Chan sighs, “What if… one day, being just friends with you… isn’t enough for me anymore?”

“When will one day be?”

He blinks. Maybe there’s a chance for a happy ending. Maybe.

“It’s been for a few years,” he confesses.

🎸 SYNOPSIS: In order to get rid off the ridiculous crush you have on your best friend Chan, you decide to project all those feelings on an unreachable celebrity, rockstar CB97, instead to protect your stupid heart. But little do you know that these two guys might be closer than expected. When you get invited by 3RACHA’s company to edit their newest music video, suspicions finally pop up in your head.

🎤 CONTENT INFO: chan x afab reader, rockstar chan, video editor reader, smut/fluff/tiniest bit of angst, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, reader is a 3RACHA simp especially for CB97 but doesn’t know it’s chan, jisung being president of baboracha (once again), part of the TOPLINE universe but can be read as a standalone, warnings and smut tags under the cut

🎫 WORD COUNT: 9.3K

📷 CONTENT WARNING: mention of obsessive fans/sasaengs and the dangers that come with being a public figure, lying and keeping secrets

⛓️ SMUT: dom/sub dynamics, protected sex, corruption kink, praise, reader gets called baby, good girl, sweetheart etc.

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.

You let your bag sink down next to your chair, after placing your hot tea on the table. It’s always so calm in the morning, going to the office. Maybe that’s why you’ve chosen to start working in the earlier hours these past weeks. It helps you focus, keeps you calm before the building gets filled with busy people.

Your job is great. You love it—it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. After having relatives and friends trying to keep you from studying something creative, telling you to get a stable job instead—whatever that is in this economy—you’ve always stuck to your plans and dreams. And now you’re here—working as a video editor for a big company.

It’s fun. It really is. Your job is great. Mostly. Rather in theory. Unfortunately, it’s a bit different in reality, you’ve learnt that over the years. Sure, you’re still doing creative things but you have to stay focused on what customers want and most of them have a very specific vision.

Just like right now, you’re editing a few more scenes of an artist that just debuted and went through the roof with their album. But it’s not your type of music. You’ve always wanted to produce videos that are cinema worthy, that are their own special movie, that tell a story even if you turn off the melody of the song they’re portraying.

But this hasn’t happened so far.

Until you, still busy in your office, receive a mail from your boss.

Date: 01/12/23 Artist: 3RACHA Song: Gemstone

Fuck. You have to sit down for a bit. But you’re already seated. Your head gets dizzy, vision blurry. Overwhelming thoughts are streaming through your system.

3RACHA. Fucking 3RACHA. The indie band you’ve been listening to for over a year now. One could say that they gained success pretty quickly although that’s not right. They worked hard for what they are today and have improved themselves a lot in less than eighteen months.

Shit. You’re usually not a big fangirl. Well, that is wrong. You are. Everyone is. You are to a healthy amount—at least you believe so. Your friends might contradict that, especially when it’s about your affection to 3RACHA.

But they’ve helped you so much. Their lyrics warmth you on the coldest days, their tunes made you find a light in the dark and their overall personality—from what you know as a fan—made you feel confident throughout times that were filled with lots of insecurities.

And you have the chance to meet them. You can’t believe this is happening. You pinch yourself and realise it’s not a dream. You’re so shocked, you can’t even let out a little scream, although a bright smile is plastered all over your face.

You should text your best friend first. Tell him about it. He’s not the biggest fan of the band—which you can’t understand at all—but he’s happy when you’re happy so you’re sure he will be almost as excited as you are.

Grabbing your phone that’s lying next to your tea on the table, you open the messenger app and start typing.

[You 07:48]: YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT!!

[You 07:48]: I am actually losing my mind wtf

[You 07:48] Oh Lord I think I am hyperventilating shiiiit 😭😭

The three little dots appear and stay there for a while until you get a reply.

[Channie 🦘 07:49]: First of all, good morning. Second of all, I’m fine Y/N, thank you. How are you? Third of all, Jesus Christ, learn how to send one single message with multiple sentences it’s not that hard 😭

You can’t hold back a giggle. That is so typically him.

[You 07:50]: I’m sorry bub :((( didn’t want to upset you

Usually, Chan isn’t annoyed about stuff like this. But you’re still sorry you overwhelmed him a bit. You totally forgot how fucking early it is.

[Channie 🦘 07:52]: You didn’t, don’t worry, baby ❤️ so, do you want to tell me why you texted me?

Okay. Good. Well, except for the pet name that always manages to make your knees go weak. But now that you made sure everything is fine, you can finally drop the best announcement of the whole century. With one message, though.

[You 07:53] I am going to edit the video of the newest song of the one and only 3RACHA!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT CHANNIE 😩🫠🥵🥵

Chan starts typing. He stops. He goes offline. Weird. You don’t read too much into it, as you check the mail another time. December 1st is already tomorrow. You wonder if someone else ditched them and you're solely the replacement but you don’t care.

A vibrating sound coming from your phone lets you snap your gaze back to the screen.

[Channie 🦘 07:56]: Oh that’s cool

Wow. No comment. You know he’s not quite convinced when it comes to your favourite artist. But Chan knows how much you love the band. Can’t he at least pretend to care a little more?

Well, he does care. That was a bit unfair. Chan is your number one hype man. Which makes his current reaction a bit odd.

However, you still send the text you typed.

[You 07:57]: Cool??? COOL?? BRO i’m gonna meet fucking CB97 !!! HELLO?? A little more excitement please

He takes a little longer with replying again, so you focus on your work in front of you. You can’t believe it’s already happening tomorrow. Your favourite band. A new song they are about to publish. This is crazy.

[Channie 🦘 07:59]: I’ve told you before I am not their biggest fan

You sigh, leaning back in your seat, before you reply.

[You 08:00]: Yeah because you have no taste old man

[You 08:00]: You remember what him being shirtless for like 1 sec in their last MV did to me?? How am I supposed to survive meeting him irl 😩😩😩

Most of the time, Chan doesn’t react to you simping for your favourite one of the group. Perhaps, because he’s not interested in them. Or he doesn’t like fangirling or you fangirling.

But this is just you drowning in your own pathetic delusion. Simping for a bassist and singer is one thing, having hopeless feelings for the man you’re texting right now is a whole other world.

Yeah. It’s a cliché, really. You don’t even know when it happened but it did. But of course you had to fall in love with none other than Chan.

CB97 kind of reminds you of your best friend. It’s dumb, you know that. It’s just something about their general behaviour. Even their voices sound alike—from what you can tell, after all, the artist always wears a wolf's mask and no one knows what the members look underneath their face covers anyway.

However, they are similar. So, it’s always been easy to compensate for your real life feelings by having heart eyes for a famous person. It has helped you so far—by ignoring how your friend’s presence lets your pulse rush at the speed of light.

And maybe, just maybe, your feelings are the reason you've been crushing on the celebrity, in order to get over Chan instead, since 3RACHA’s leader can’t break your heart if he doesn’t even know you exist.

[Channie 🦘 08:01]: … 🤨

[Channie 🦘 08:02]: I am very happy for you though, Y/N ❤️ This is a great chance and I bet it’s gonna be amazing!

You sigh again. He’s trying his best and you don’t blame him. You know that he means it and that’s what you love the most about your best friend—he will always support any of your choices.

Well, maybe not the one that’s included in your following text…

[You 08:03]: not wanting to sound delusional but i’m praying a little for my personal Y/N-moment 🥰🥰 maybe he will fall in love with me 🤩

He goes offline then and you wonder if you’ve crossed a line. You dearly hope he can tell you aren’t being serious.

Or, are you?

[Channie 🦘 08:05]: [attached image]

You open the file, almost falling down the chair while laughing.

[You 08:06]: Did you just send me a Stock photo of grass???

[Channie 🦘 08:07]: Yeah, go touch it, you sound like a crazy person

Understandable. Why’s he so funny without even trying?

Oh, God. Y/N. Focus. It’s not the best combination—CB97 simping hours mixed together with you crushing on Chan.

[You 08:07]: … yeah i deserved that

It’s time to focus on work again. However, that is supposed to be possible. You’ll probably be unable to even fall asleep tonight.

[You 08:08]: Anyway, I’m gonna go back to editing.. love youuu 💕💕

Your phone vibrates another time and you quickly read your best friend’s message before you lay the device aside and direct your gaze to the screen in front of you.

[Channie 🦘08:08]:  Love you too baby ❤️

🎸

The next day arrives faster than you would have expected. Between all the piled up working that’s always occuring during the last month of the year and all the other errands you have to run—such as shopping Christmas presents or preparing your apartment for all the upcoming festive dinners with friends and family—it’s understandable that time seems to fly by.

With another tea in one of your hands, phone in the other and your bag over your shoulder, you’ve made it out the subway station, currently on your way to the building of 3RACHA’s company. Shit. Your heart seems to be pumping out of your chest and you realise now you should have opted for a caffeine free drink.

Nevertheless, you walk inside and towards the reception. The woman there tells you to sit in the waiting room and you do as you’re told, sinking down on one of those velvety chairs. You pick out your phone, realising you’re more than twenty minutes too early here. But better than being late, right?

Fuck. You’re feel like you’re hyperventilating again. Your palms are sweaty and your knees are weak, a typical sign of nervousness spreading all over your body. You can feel your pulse rushing through your system, as you try to push away all those negative thoughts about the upcoming meeting.

What if they’re not as kind as they seem to be in all those interviews you’ve watched? Don’t people say you should never meet your idol? What if they’re right?

Or worse—what if 3RACHA is actually as awesome as they seem to be and they think you're not cool? Or annoying? Or too much?

Oh, God. Calm down, Y/N. It’s gonna be fine. No doubt.

You decide to text Chan now, knowing he always manages to use the fitting words in situations like these. No matter if it is pure comfort or finding a solution together, your best friend always knows what to say to help you out of a rollercoaster ride of emotions.

So, you send him a message.

[You 12:37]: Channie… I am so nervous. What do I do?? What if they think I am annoying or stupid…

Another one follows, although you know he doesn’t like this type of texting.

[You 12:38]: I know I sometimes go overboard with my fangirling but I really admire them the most for their music… them not liking me would break my heart

Nervously, you stare at your screen. Your gaze flips up towards the reception from time to time, while you also check out all the doors that you see, waiting for someone to pick you up. You can’t wait anymore.

Buzz.

[Channie 🦘 12:40]: Baby, listen… it’s gonna be amazing, I promise. You’re the most talented video editor in this world and they wouldn’t have hired you if you weren’t. You’ve got the chance to meet your favourite artists so just try to not read too much into it. It’s gonna be fine ❤️

Fuck. He’s done it again. Chan just knows what’s right for you, what you need to hear when you don’t even know it.

That idiot makes you fall in love with him even more. Now that you’re about to meet CB97, you won’t be able to continue crushing on him the way you do. In that fangirl style. You’re sure you’ll still be admiring him but possibly in a different way, depending on how he is in real life.

It would be weird, right? Fantasising about that guy? Having explicit ideas and all?

God. You push those thoughts aside and decide to answer your friend instead.

[You 12:41]: Okay… thank you 💕 maybe we can get some ice cream after your shift? And I can tell you about it… unless I am annoying with it

Hopefully, Chan’s work will be over at that time. He told you he won’t be at his office for so long today, so meeting up and having him calm you down after sounds like a good idea.

[Channie 🦘 12:42]: Ice cream date it is! and you’re never annoying me, Y/N. I am happy to see you being happy and that’s all that counts. Fighting!! 🤞🏻

Okay. Good. You have something to look forward to, just in case that everything goes down the drain.

[You 12:43]: 🥺🥺🥰

Around fifteen minutes later, an employee calls out your name and brings you to a computer office, telling you to wait for the three musicians. Your heartbeat is still unreasonably fast but it’s gotten a little better. The thought of seeing Chan later really helped you ease your mind.

A clicking sound indicates that the door of the room is opening and a moment later, three men appear behind it. They bow and you do the same, before they sink down on the chairs that are surrounding the table you’re already sitting at.

Two of them—J.One and SpearB—take off their masks, complaining how warm it’s inside here despite the extremly cold weather outside. However, winter temperature doesn’t hold the youngest of them, their guitarist, back from drinking an iced americano. You’re surprised they revealed their faces so quickly. But then again, you had to lock away your phone in the beginning anyway. So, you won’t be able to take photos of them in secret—which you weren’t going to do. You’re a professional, no matter how big of a fan Y/N, the private person, is.

“I feel so honoured to be working for you,” you try to break the ice then.

The three of them give you a smile—except for CB97 since he is still wearing his mask. Weird. Maybe he’s caught a cold or simply doesn’t feel comfortable yet. He’s usually the most confident of the group, especially when it comes to showing off his body in music videos. Well, just give him some time.

3RACHA goes over their concept with you, explaining in detail which storyline and aesthetic they are going for. It sounds amazing. Incredible. It’s a miracle that these men aren’t only absolutely talented in anything music but also seem to have a clear vision of something that sounds as if it should be in a cinema. You seriously hope you will be able to live up to their expectations.

Time passes by, Jisung is ordering iced americanos after iced americanos for you online. He’s a funny guy—the two of you have instantly gotten along. He jokes around, encourages you to try stuff when it comes to editing and makes you sincere compliments for your skills. The same counts for Changbin. It feels as if he’s having quite a hard time taking his eyes off you. You seriously don’t want to read anything into it.

But the fact you’ve had some thoughts about these three that you now feel a little embarrassed about, doesn’t make it any easier sitting here with them. They are so attractive—not only look wise but mostly blamed on their incredible talent and the way they make you feel comfortable around them despite not really knowing you.

It’s as if you’ve known each other for years, as if you have been friends for some time, although you’re here for work reasons to edit their music video.

The only one who falls off that scheme is CB97. He hasn’t talked that much to you so far, only ever staying business related. He does take you seriously, it’s not like that but for some reason it feels as if he’s trying his best to avoid you.

It breaks your heart a little. Now being with them you know you weren’t really serious about waiting for your ‘Y/N-moment’ but it still stings a little that he’s doing anything to not speak to you more than what’s necessary—all meanwhile Changbin and Jisung are already sharing their interests and personal thoughts with them although it’s just been a few hours.

“You’re so skilled, Y/N,” Jisung compliments you, when you hit the ‘play’ button another time to go over a scene with them. Half of the video is roughly done by now. Of course, video editing is time consuming like nothing else but if you’re lucky, you’re gonna have a rough outline at the end of the day.

“We should book you for all our future projects,” Changbin adds.

You instantly feel heat creep up to your face. Getting to work for 3RACHA once has already been a dream. You’ve never expected them to adore what you do so much that they would seriously consider letting you edit another video of theirs.

“What do you think, CB?” Jisung asks.

“Yeah. Good idea,” the leader respons.

Still no fucking emotion. But you stopped reading too much into it. It’s okay. It’s more than fine. There’s probably a reason for his weird absence that isn’t caused by you. Who knows what’s going on in his distracted head.

“I mean,” Jisung starts again, severly confused about the behaviour of his older friend as well, “you were the one to initiate that deal but you’ve been so quiet since–“ Flick. CB97’s finger hits the side of J.One’s head. “Ouch, what the fuck?”

The leader gives the other one a strict look and you would wonder what on earth is going on if you weren’t so busy focusing on a very certain detail.

CB97 was the one who decided to have you as their editor.

You thought it was just their company hiring you or hiring someone from your company.

How the hell did he even find you?

“Oh, you were the one to set this up?”

“Yes,” he replies and it’s the first time his eyes actually meet your own for a brief second.

“Thank you so much, I feel so honoured.”

He gives you a warm smile. You still can’t see his mouth but you can see the kindness in his eyes. They look comforting. They look… almost familiar but you can’t quite put it yet.

“J.One and I have to head to the studio in a few minutes,” Changbin announces.

“Right, the appointment,” the youngest replies.

They get up all of a sudden and collect all their stuff. J.One is busy throwing away an endless amount of plastic cups. God, that guy’s caffeine addiction is in fact no joke.

“Ah, right,” CB97 says, “Y/N and I will take care of the rest. It’s okay.”

You gulp. Fuck. Does that mean you’ll stay here alone? Alone with none other than your celebrity crush CB97?

In the blink of an eye, the speed of your heart increases, your pumping pulse echoing through your body like the beat of the sound of the music video.

You can do this, Y/N. It’s gonna be okay.

“Is that alright with you?” he adds when he sees the unreadable look on your face.

“Hm?”

“Being here alone with me,” he explains. “We can also take a break, if you need one.”

“N-No. It’s fine. No break. It’s okay,” you tell him.

“Sure.”

You get back to work. A few minutes pass before the musician finally decides to scoot a little closer to you. He blames it on the fact that it’s easier editing this way but it’s also pretty weird that he’s been sitting so far away from you.

This is when you take in a deep breath and your nostrils get hit with a whiff of familiarity.

That cologne. That scent. You’ve smelled that somewhere before.

It is very close to the one that your best friend wears. It’s a pretty popular one. Chan once told you that he knows a bunch of guys who use the same fragrance. It gives you comfort, knowing that CB97 wears it, too. It reminds you of Chan. It makes you feel at home. Safe.

“It was the right decision to hire you for the job,” the artist says out of the blue.

“Thank you so much,” you reply. “How did you find me, by the way?”

You’ve been wondering since J.One accidentally dropped that their leader chose you for this job.

“I did some research,” he explains. “Came across your previous works and there’s just… just something about how you use colours in videos. It amazes me how you manage to tell a whole story just with a few frames.”

You give him a smile and he does the same. You can tell by the way of his eyes turning into crescents. 

The look… It reminds you of your best friend. Once again.

“Thank you.”

He scoots a bit closer, catching a glimpse of the scene that is being repeated on the big screen over and over again.

“In my opinion, a music video is perfect if it can be a standalone without the song itself. And you seem to achieve that every time,” he compliments you.

“I don’t know what to say…”

CB97 chuckles.

Oddly familiar.

That laugh. It sounds like…

No. There’s no way he could be…

Drop that dumb idea, Y/N. You sound like a crazy person.

There is no way that CB97, 3RACHA’s leader and your celebrity crush, and Bang Chan, your best friend and real life crush, could be the same person.

“There’s no need to say anything,” the man next to you says, rushing you out of your thoughts. “I’m sorry I was rather quiet in the beginning.”

It makes sense. Well, if you pick up that theory again. If CB97 is Chan, then that’s the explanation for him appearing quite inapproachable. 

However, you don’t want to think about this.

If this was true, you seriously wouldn’t know how to react. At all. Would you be mad at him for lying? Would you wonder if he only chose to book you because he knows you and not because of your talent? Would he be disgusted after all the unhinged and delusional comments you made about the musician that he is supposed to be?

Fuck. You feel your head get dizzy. Meanwhile, CB97 is staring back at you, puppy eyes telling you he is plagued by second guesses, too. You don’t know if it's because your assumptions are true or on what he said almost a minute ago.

Right. He’s waiting for an answer.

“No worries,” you quickly add.

The man gives you a soft smile with his eyes, before he shuffles in his seat and turns on another lamp that is placed on top of the desk. It lets the room shroud in a yellowish tone, turning the place a bit warmer.

You can get a better look of him now, too. Those dark curls hidden under a cap, the mask still covering his face, a black sweater hugging his upper body with a little print that looks like—a strawberry?

Strawberry.

Chan owns a sweater like this, too. You bought it together some months ago. Sure, it was at a fast fashion store a lot of young people go to but… shit, those can’t be sheer coincidences, right?

“My best friend has a similar sweater!” you blurt out then, unsure what to expect from him. Even if all those guesses turn out to be wrong, your comment sounded rather… random.

“Oh, cool,” CB97 answers, caught off guard, he can’t deny it.

“There’s… another scene on today’s list,” he starts again, changing the topic. The man scoots a bit closer, reaching for the computer mouse, before he opens another file. There in front of your eyes is an unedited video from their day of filming—it’s his part of the story, he’s performing it in the—quite artificial—moonlight. In the rain. Absolutely shirtless.

“That shot is… wow…”

CB97 chuckles, you can hear it through his mask. Fuck. It plays with his head, a little. He can’t deny it. It also shoots a sensation down to his cock that shouldn’t be there, but he’s a man after all. A man that is very much attracted to you.

When you first came into the studio today, absolutely shy—unlike how you usually are around him in private—he couldn’t take his eyes off you. It was hard. Painfully hard. Just how his dick is threatening to become if he doesn’t manage to focus on something else.

But, shit. You were so cute. So freaking adorable. He would be lying if it didn’t do something to him, whenever you have talked about your celebrity crush the way you do—unaware that it’s your best friend whom you’re simping for.

That’s what at the same time leaves a bitter aftertaste, too. Maybe it’s even the main reason why Chan hasn’t been able to be honest with you about his secret identity yet. 3RACHA started out as a joke between friends, after all. Jisung, Changbin and him would have never expected to become so successful, let alone gain so much fame in such a quick time.

Faster than he was able to tell you about it, you had already been head over heels for his alter ego. CB97. He wanted to share that plot twist with you, really. But at some point he became insecure.

What if you’re only attracted to the artist? Not to Chan, the private person? What if you’re not actually attracted to him at all? What if you don’t return those stupid little feelings he’s had for you for years now?

This could destroy your friendship and so much more.

And even if he was the luckiest guy on this earth, even if you felt the same for him—what about those obsessed fangirls? Chan can’t do this to you—date you and keep it a secret. He’s always wanted to show you off, tell the whole world that you belong to him once the time is right and his dreams come true.

But… that can’t work. You deserve something better. You deserve someone better. Someone that can take care of you. Someone who has enough time for you. Someone who can treat you the way you have always hoped for.

Chan can’t do this. And it breaks his heart every damn time only thinking about it.

“The tattoo… is it… a strawberry?”

His vision goes blank. Time stands still, as you drag him out of his inner monologue.

Fuck.

Shit.

No.

How could he not think this through? Of course, you were gonna see that stupid tattoo. It was just a matter of fucking time.

Did Chan even think… at all? That whole situation, that whole set-up of bringing you here was destined to be doomed. He’s so stupid. But he can’t think straight whenever you’re around him.

Maybe it was his inner desire, his endless feelings for you that made him come up with a dumb plan like this.

But he’s here now. And you’re on the finish line of connecting the dots, of counting two and two together.

“I– yeah…”

It’s inevitable. It doesn’t matter now anyway. It is what it is.

You take a closer look, hit rewind on a certain frame that shows the little strawberry quite detailed, almost in 4K. It’s the same placement. The same thin fine lines. The same shade of red. The same fucking tattoo.

“It looks like… it…” No. This can’t be. Still, as if you're on autopilot, you avert your gaze towards the man next to you.

“Chan?”

Immeditaly, he finally takes his mask off, revealing your best friend behind it.

“Hi, Y/N.”

He can’t be for real.

He can’t be for fucking real.

You feel weird. You feel confused. You feel embarrassed. You feel everything at once.

Your body moves for you, when you stand up and grab your bag, already heading towards the door of the studio.

“Y/N–“ you hear Chan call from behind you.

“Leave me alone. I– Just– Fuck.”

The next second he sees you storm out the room, he knows he’s absolutely fucked up, neck deep down in shit.

He’s such an idiot.

🎸 

Of course, rain finds you before you reach your apartment. You still manage to make it inside, before you strip off the drenched clothes and throw them in the washing machine. Grabbing the rest of your dirty laundry, you turn the thing on. You hop under the shower next, internally screaming as the thoughts keep running in circles.

How the fuck are you supposed to look him in the eyes again?

You simped for his alter ego in front of him on a level that needs a word stronger than just ‘delusional’. You feel so absolutely embarrassed of this whole situation. And on top of that, you feel hurt about the fact that Chan didn’t trust you enough to tell you about his side business.

You feel dizzy. Nauseous. This is getting too much.

Exiting the shower, you put on some random shirt and sweatpants, before you head back towards the living room. That’s when your brain starts babbling again.

Too many thoughts are running through your mind at this second. Is this the end of your friendship? Will you ever see him again?

Well, to be fair, you were the one who stormed out of the building of Chan’s entertainment. The emotions just washed all over you, flight mode kicking in instead of fight mode.

God. You can’t focus.

Is it really that bad?

Like rationally thinking—which you are not capable of at current times—maybe the situation isn’t as bad as it seems.

Let’s place the cards on the table. Chan, your best friend, your crush, is also CB97, the famous rockstar, your other crush.

Is there a way that this friendship or whatever it could evolve into can survive? He lied to you—well, not entirely, he rather kept it a secret but you also understand that it probably was to protect himself. However, it stings a little, knowing that he doesn’t trust you enough to share his other identity with you.

You’ve always thought that you can tell each other everything. You tell him everything. Well, except for the fact that you are madly in love with him but this is just to protect yourself–oh.

Maybe you get it a little, maybe you will understand once the angers has vanished away from you and–

Knock knock.

Your body paralyses. It’s always been like this whem someone shows up at your apartment unannounced. It’s silly, it really is. But your pulse always picks up its pace when that noise creeps into your ears.

You don’t react. You simply can’t.

Knock knock.

For fuck’s sake, you’re supposed to handle your overwhelming emotions here you can’t experience more anxiety because some neighbour annoys you–

“It’s me. Please, let me in.”

Oh. Yeah, of course. Why on earth didn’t you take into consideration that your best friend might show up?

“Y/N… please, I can explain.”

You sigh, contemplating what’s the best way to react. But you won’t be able to escape this situation forever. Maybe letting him speak what’s on his mind will be okay.

“Fine.”

You open the door and let him in. Chan is carrying a big brown paper bag that he places on the dining table of your studio apartment.

“Strawberry cheesecake and strawberry oat latte. For you,” he explains with a small but soft voice. “Oh—and your phone. You forgot that.”

The device meets the table as well while Chan’s eyes hover through the room before they connect with your own.

“You can’t buy my trust,” you say. “Although, that is a start.”

Chan lets his head sink down. A couple of seconds later, his palms meet his face, gesturing how overwhelmed he must be by the situation.

Fuck. He wishes he could turn back time. Tell you earlier about who he really is. You must feel like shit. Probably embarrassed about all the unhinged stuff you said about his alter ego although this has never been an issue to him.

The more important part is that you probably believe that Chan can’t trust you. That’s what it looks like at least. But it’s not at all what it is. The story is a lot more complex, a lot more complicated.

Chan hides his persona to both protect himself but also you. After all, he knows what it’s like to live life being a public figure. It’s nothing at all what most people think it is. It’s a lot darker, a lot more stressful, actually.

“I’m sorry. I know,” he starts then, breaking the ice again after a long pause of zoning out in his own worries. “I should have been honest with you from the beginning but the whole thing isn’t as easy.”

You don’t get it. You seriously don’t. If there’s someone Chan can trust, it’s you, isn’t it?

“Why isn’t it? I wouldn’t have told anyone. I would have kept it a secret, you know?”

Does he maybe believe that you would have spread it around? Told other friends about it? Maybe his parents? Or others?

God, this sounds as if Chan has an Only Fans that he hides from the public when he’s just a guy doing indie rock music, occasionally shirtless.

“That’s not it, Y/N. It’s more complicated and fucking complex than this,” he says through gritted teeth.

He’s not mad at you. He’s mostly mad at himself and this society.

“What is it then?”

“Fans… rumours… insane people talking shit about you. If they once see us together and draw that connection, it’s over.”

His voice is a little louder now but you don’t complain. You get that he’s emotional.

“We’ve been out in public together before,” you say. 

You don’t understand how this could be an issue? 

“I’d love to take you to all the events with me, though. Now that you know about me. But this isn’t an option.”

Shit. Your heart melts a little. He can’t say shit like that. Why does Chan even want you to be at events with him when you’re not his… partner?

“It’s okay… I don’t expect that from you. It’s fine how it’s been,” you reply, meaning it. You would never pressure him into anything like this. His safety comes first.

“What if people find out? What if they… harm you because you’re part of my life?”

You gulp. Maybe Chan has been hiding his identity not only to protect himself but also to protect you.

“But we… aren’t even a couple, Chan.”

Unfortunately.

“What are they supposed to say about us being just friends?”

The words just friends and the sad truth that connects to them enlighten a stinging pain in Chan’s heart.

“It wasn’t bad in the beginning but once we got more recognition, the fans went insane,” he explains.

You chuckle. Embarrassed. Shit, you have to think back to all the crazy stuff you said about CB97. And his abs. His arms. How you’d allow him to rail you into oblivion—yes, you said shit like that to Chan, unaware you are talking about your best friend.

God. A shiver runs down your spine and you want the ground to open up and swallow you as a whole.

“Yeah. I know. I am part of them.”

You try to avoid his gaze, it’s uncomfortable enough already. Fuck. Chan probably thinks you’re a weirdo. A freak. A pervert. You would have never shared those unholy thoughts if you knew that they were secretly about him.

Well, it’s not as if you’ve only ever had those dreams about CB97—they don’t differ a lot from the fantasies you have about Chan. But you for sure won’t tell him that either.

“No, on that level it’s fun and all,” he reassures you and you feel a bit of the weight drop off your shoulder. Okay, at least he doesn’t think you’re a bad person. “But there are dangerous ones, too. They would even get angry for us just being friends and considering that I–“

“That, what?”

For fuck’s sake, why did you interrupt him?

“N-Nothing,” he lets out.

“Chan… what were you going to say? Where’s the issue in us being friends? They don’t even know what you look like.”

That’s the thing. Why would there be a problem with you leaving the house with him and being in public? You’ve been doing this before, as well. No one knows how CB97 looks like behind that wolf’s face.

“Some fans do… we used to take off our masks in earlier days. We stopped though once we got more famous. But some fans from the beginning will recognise us, probably.”

Oh. Well. That explains his anxiety. It might be just a few but from what he tells you, maybe they are capable of things that you can’t even imagine. Your heart suddenly increases its beat, thinking that your best friend might be in danger at any time, given the fact that some psychos might be his ‘fans’.

However, this still doesn’t explain what the whole situation has to do with you. This is a struggle he faces without you knowing of his rockstar life.

“But why do you care that much about me?”

Because I love you, Y/N, and you don’t seem to realise.

“I want to protect you… I– what if…”

“What if?”

God, Y/N, can you let the boy speak? He will never finish a whole sentence when you keep interrupting him.

He sighs, “What if… one day, being just friends with you… isn’t enough for me anymore?”

The earth stops.

Your heart stops.

Everything stops.

If one day being just friends isn’t enough for me anymore?

Chan said it. He just said it. He let it out and now he has to face the consequences of you not returning his–

“When will one day be?”

He blinks. Maybe there’s a chance for a happy ending. Maybe.

“It’s been for a few years,” he confesses.

“Chan…”

“Just forget what I–“

“No. Listen to me now.” His eyes find yours again. “I… me fangirling for CB97… I’ve always liked him so much because he reminded me of y-you…ironic, I know… a-and I thought that if I direct my feelings towards a celebrity that I don’t have a chance with anyway, I will forget about how much I’m in love with my best friend…”

Chan is the happiest man on this planet. No, screw that. He’s the happiest man in this whole fucking universe.

Can someone pinch him? Wake him up from this dream he’s dreamt a thousand times before?

“I’m in love with you, too, Y/N.”

God. You’re always pretty. But nothing comes close to the beauty you’re carrying when you smile at him like you do right now.

“This still doesn’t solve all the issues with you being a celebrity–“

“We will find a solution. I promise, baby. Nothing can come between us.”

Huh?

How did he switch from being an anti to full supporter of the idea of you and him together? Fairly speaking, he’s never been against it at all, rather just scared of turning this dream of his into reality and all the consequences he must face when it comes to the love for you.

“How do we make sure that… nothing happens?”

“First of all, I’ll protect you,” he reassures you. “Second of all, we communicate like we always do. If something gets too much for you, you tell me.”

For some reason you’re not convinced yet. He seemed so serious of not wanting to cause you any trouble linked to him. It seems weird, if you’re honest to yourself.

“But… you were so hesitant and against this just a few minutes ago? Where’s that one hundred and eighty degree turn coming from?”

You see him sigh. Chan looks nervous. Almost more nervous than he was when dropping the bomb about his years-long obsession that differs a lot from innocent platonic feelings.

"That's because I’m a fucking coward, Y/N. I didn’t want to risk both losing you because of my secret identity and the feelings I thought you didn’t return.”

Fuck. It actually makes sense, now that he explains it. You understand why he wanted to make sure first that it’s worth it fighting. It may sound a little egoistic but you get where it’s coming from. After all, you haven’t confessed until today either and if Chan didn’t finally unwrap that elephant in the room you’d still be waiting here for him to make a first move years from now.

“Oh… yeah, I get what you mean.”

He gets a little closer, shaky fingers now intertwined with your own. They feel both cold and warm at the same time, reflecting the ups and downs of the rollercoaster of emotions he’s riding.

“But I promise,” he continues, “I fucking promise that I will always protect you. Nothing comes between us, ever. You’re the most important person in my life.”

“You’re quite okay, too,” you joke.

He chuckles, cocking his head, “Brat.”

That stupid smirk of his instantly shoots a sensation to your belly, butterflies dancing together because of that slightest gesture. But when Chan starts speaking again, your attention shifts back to the current conversation.

“I’ve also wanted to tell you that it isn’t entirely true that I was the one to hire you. My boss saw a video you edited and we both agreed on asking your company to invite you.”

You’re a little relieved now. You’ve been wondering if you’ve only been hired for the job because of your connection to Chan and this kind of crushed your ego, if you’re honest.

“Thank you for telling me this,” you genuinely reply.

“Yeah.”

His gaze roams all over your face, searching for something.

“Hm,” you let out.

He looks determined and distracted at the same time. His heart is beating out of his chest, intense pressure threatening to rip the sweater apart that is covering his upper body.

“What are you thinking about, Chan?”

You can’t take it anymore. Giving him a little nudge, you’re sure he’ll be able to tell whatever he’s thinking about.

He sighs, “Can I please just kiss you?”

You chuckle. How can someone be so adorable and absolutely hot at the same time?

“What are you waiting for?”

His lips feel so soft pressed against yours. For a moment you’re convinced time stands still, your surroundings becoming a blur, as your heart decides that nothing else matters anymore when your best friend finally kisses you.

After all these years. All these nights you dreamt about being like this with him. It finally becomes reality. But none of those imaginations come even remotely close to the real deal.

His lips feel soft. Although his kisses are anything but that. Tongue grazing over your mouth, you invite him in, allowing Chan to take the lead, while his firm body forces you against the dining table, all on autopilot. You let him. You don’t care about anything anymore.

Not when he’s roughly nibbling at your lower lip with his teeth, grunts slipping out of him, when he tastes you. Fuck. He’s only been kissing you, nothing more but he can already feel his pants tightening whenever one of those sweet moans leaves you. Chan is a man after all. A man that desires to have you under him, a man that desires nothing more than to ruin you in the best way possible.

You seem to catch on, when he leans a little closer, pushing you on top of the furniture. Spreading your legs, you tell him you need him near and he complies. His firm crotch is pressed against your covered pussy and you let out a whimper. Chan swears this is the most stunning melody his ears have ever witnessed and he realises in that moment that he’ll never be able to create a song that comes even close to that beauty that is your voice.

Your voice that is so desperate. For him. Only him. At least he finds out, when your hands reach under his sweater. You admire the little strawberry for a second, feeling like a total fool for not counting two and two together so much sooner. Chan and you aren’t ruled by the trope of best friends to lovers, you’re total idiots to lovers. But it doesn’t matter.

The fabric gets hovered over his head, leaving him shirtless. You’ve seen him like this before. Chan isn’t necessarily shy when it comes to showing off his perfect body but it’s a little more intense when he’s so close to you now.

“Wow…” is all you’re able to say.

He chuckles, before he dives in for another kiss and lets his hands travel under your shirt as well. It doesn’t take him long to pull that clothing off you either, after all you don't really fight it. Why would you?

And that’s when the unexpected happens. His lips crash into the skin on your neck, rough bites being placed there, the feeling shooting through your whole body, enlightening the deepest desire hiding underneath.

When Chan looks back at you, you witness the pure lust swirling in his eyes before your mind basically turns blank.

Why is that?

Well, you’ve lost track of time but Chan’s fingers have found their way between your thighs, brushing over your clothed core. It’s kind of cute how you’re staining the material of your sweatpants. Your best friend finds it adorable, really, how easily you seem to crumble underneath him. It makes him want to corrupt you, let out the darkest yearning that must slumber deeply inside of you.

His other hand wastes no time and pulls the fabric down, leaving you in your underwear. All that brat does is chuckle, before his fingertips wander back to their destination again. He grazes over your sensitive spot, admiring the wet patch he seemed to have caused from doing so little.

He can’t help it but let this mischevious smirk appear on his face again. It makes you witness his dimples, too. And you would pay a little more attention to them if your thoughts weren’t occupied by how good it feels to have Chan so close to you. You whimper, when he slows down his movements, rubbing your clit through the fabric, as you feel yourself grow wetter and wetter.

“So fucking sensitive,” he grunts. Fuck. Chan’s been dreaming about this moment for years. He can’t believe it’s actually reality now.

And when yet another moan spills from your lips, he finally decides to free you from that drenched barrier. You watch your panties collide with the floor, landing somewhere on top of the shirts—and leaving you bare naked in front of him. Chan mumbles some curse words under his breath, before he manages to speak a sentence, “Stop me, now– or I won’t be able to hold myself back anymore–“

“But I don’t want you to hold back…”

That smirk on your face is the cherry on top that break him. Chan’s lips smash into yours, his body coming closer, making you spread your legs for him. His hand is back right between them, playing a little with your clit, this time without any disturbing layer that’s separating you from one another.

“More… Chan– more, please.”

He finds it adorable how you’re begging for him, so two fingers slide into your hole just as you’ve wished for. They stretch you out perfectly, you’re immediately clenching around them before the man in front of you starts thrusting them in and out of you.

“F-Feels so good, fuck,” you let out, throwing your head back.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of your aching hole again, before he guides them to his mouth. They disappear, as he licks your scent off his skin, a groan escaping his lips.

“Fuck– you taste as sweet as candy, baby.”

You, in the meantime, graze over the strawberry tattoo on his chest with your fingertips, as a little smirk appears on your lips.

“You have no idea how fucking much I want you.”

“Then do something about it,” you challenge him.

“Are you sure, baby?”

His demeanour switches. You adore this confident, dominant type of Chan but there’s something about him turning all soft just to make sure you’re feeling alright.

“One hundred percent.”

It takes him less than three seconds to free himself from both his sweatpants and boxers, as he lets the fabrics slide down. The clothing pools around his ankles, as he doesn't want to waste any more time. Chan is impatient. Fucking impatient.

Yes, he’s waited for this moment for years but having the taste of being inside you so close to him, within reach of his fingertips, he realises he can’t bear a second without having you.

Meanwhile—your eyes are fixated on his beautiful body, roaming around, taking a glance of his muscular thighs, his pretty cock, back up to his firm chest and the little strawberry.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

Cheesy.

You slowly let your hand find his upper body again, before it wanders down, dangerously close to where he needs you the most. Wrapping a hand around his length, you start stroking him, bringing your eyes back to his.

He already looks fucked out and for some reason it’s adorable. Chan is always this respectful, caring best friend—totally opposite to how he behaves in his music videos and you wonder how long it takes for him to reveal his true, animalistic nature.

A sweet whimper that he lets out is barely the beginning and when Chan notices how innocently you’re staring at him, oh so opposite to what you’re doing right now, he fears he might cum at the spot. So, to stretch out some time and to make sure this is a little more comfortable for the both of you, he grabs you by the waist without a warning, spins you around until he’s carrying you bridal style to your bed.

Your back hits the mattress and you have no time to get used to your surroundings, when Chan is already towering over you—hungry for more. Parting your legs again, you invite him to come closer. He positions himself right between your thighs, pumping his length a few more times before he asks, “Condom?”

“First d-drawer,” you reply, voice shaking—out of excitement.

“Are you nervous, baby?”

You’re not sure if he’s teasing you or genuinely worried you might regret this.

“No, just really fucking horny, Chan and I swear if you don’t–“

“What a brat you are,” he intervenes, clicking his tongue.

Painfully slowly, he reaches towards the nightstand table next to your bed, getting closer to you and placing a soft kiss on your lips—you believe your heart might melt in a second.

“You… you make me a brat…”

You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re such a bad liar, it’s unbelievable. Your best friend comes back to his previous decision, unwrapping the plastic before he glides the condom onto his dick.

Chan scoffs, thinking about what you just said, before a little chuckle follows, “Be a good girl for me, baby, hm?”

You hastily nod, finally giving in, as you allow him to push the first few centimetres inside you. It takes a little time to get used to the feeling—you won’t lie, it's been some time since you’ve been intimate with someone.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yeah,” you stutter. “I– I haven’t… uhm… in a long time.”

A gentle kiss gets placed on your cheek.

“I’ll be careful, okay?”

You nod again, before you tell him to add more and he slides completely in. Chan pulls out of you, just to repeat the process again—now filling you completely, tight wet walls hugging his throbbing cock, begging him to move.

So, he does exactly that, starting with slower motions, waiting for you to get used to the feeling. Chan can’t deny it—you’re tight, tighter than he would have expected so he makes extra sure to give you enough time to stretch, to get used to his length.

“Fuck–“ you curse under your breath, “feels so god damn good.”

All he does is chuckle and add another kiss on your cheek, before he picks up the pace a little. You’ve lost track of time by now, absolutely deluded in the feeling of him stuffing you full of his cock, brushing that certain spot from time to time, whenever he changes the angle a little.

Chan decides to place your legs over his shoulders, which helps him fuck even deeper into you, threatening your vision to get blinded by stars anytime soon. Your attention shifts somewhere else, when you notice the palm of his hand lying flat against your lower belly, grazing over the bulge that’s right there.

“Look, darling, we’re made for each other,” he tells you.

You hastily nod, letting a chain of moans slip out of your mouth, lips staying parted. Chan has already ruined you for anyone else, nothing matters anymore.

And whenever the man above you witnesses that fucked out look on your face, it drives him closer to his own relief as well.

“Chan– need–“

He hastily nods, bringing two fingers close to where your bodies meet. He flicks them over your sensitive nub, rubbing your clit to the rhythm of his hips moving. Chan keeps rutting into you, hitting your sweet spot so deliciously that you fear you might faint for a second.

“Please, please, please,” you beg for nothing in particular.

But Chan knows exactly what you need which is why he continues his movements, catching your lips with his own, before he whispers, “Be a good girl, baby, and cum all over my cock, yeah? Can you do that for me?”

And you do. The pleasure takes over you, spreads through your whole body when he lets you tip over the edge. The stars are finally blurring out anything else, tears are pricking at your lower lash line, while you cry out your best friend’s name as if it’s the only word you’ve ever known.

Chan helps you ride out your high, slowing down a little until you give him a sign to continue.

“Well done, baby…”

God. You might as well cum again, if he doesn’t stop praising you.

“You’re so good at this,” you compliment him now, knowing this is exactly what he needs to hear.

Your predictions turn out to be true—a few more thrusts and whimpers and Chan fills the condom with his seeds, moaning out your name. The sweetest melody your ears have ever witnessed.

Heavy breathing fills the room, as your eyes find his own. Smiles erupt on your faces before giggles follow.

Without a word, Chan pulls out of you and discards the condom. He comes back with a warm towel from the bathroom, cleaning you from your own juices, and a glass of water from the kitchen. He doesn’t leave until you’ve chugged down all of the liquid.

A few more minutes later and you find yourself under the covers with him, dressed in fresh pyjamas, just like him. Chan is playing with your hair, almost dozing off into sleep, but he wakes up again when you kiss him on the cheek.

“I love you,” you say.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

❤️ AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you so much for reading this little spin off! I actually planned to include this in a series as it was supposed to be a hannah montana inspired story HAHAHHA anyway, since I didn’t manage to finish that series, I decided to still publish this one! Also, because I felt like Chan deserved his own lil story in the Topline universe. Stay tuned for what I have in store for Binnie! 🤭 I really hope you enjoyed this story. Ngl, it was kinda hard finishing this time, mostly due to personal issues so it took me longer than I would have liked and I wished some scenes would be… better. But I still hope you enjoyed this fic. I really like the mc in this, she’s a bit different from what I usually write and very similar to all of us simps on this website lmao XD If you enjoyed this story, please consider leaving a kind comment and/or reblogging it. Unfortunately, likes don’t really matter on this app and I am dying to know what you think about this story! Have a nice day and thank you for being here!

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EVEN IN MY SLEEP

You're currently on a road trip with bangchan and his kids. Chan's in the drivers seat and changbin in the passenger's seat, after arguing with minho about it.

You're sat by the window behind changbin, minho is in the middle of you and hyunjin.

And the other's are in another car tailing behind you.

You laugh when minho turns around to communicate with han in the other car, you actually wonder how han was able to win shotgun over seungmin.

Anyway minho and han continue to share hand waves as the rest of you have tiny conversations and laughs. But eventually everything dies down and silence envelopes the car.

Your brain takes that as the time to shut off since you've been tired during this week of work, since you had to work an extra shift to make up for the week you'll be away on this trip with the boys.

Nobody bothers you when they notice your shut eyes. They know you've been busy at work this week, you've complained to them when you were loading the car.

"Minho, put her head on your shoulder" chan says nodding to your head bouncing against the window cause of the bumpy road. Chan watches through the mirror as minho obeys. He doesn't have a problem with you on his shoulder he just hopes you don't drool. You don't.

You're so relaxed that your mind fades into dream. It feels so relaxing and real that you don't register that you're in a car, and it's filled with men. Until minho is tapping you and calling your name for you to wake up.

You sit up still distorted and mad that they woke you up from yor dream. With blurry eyes you stare at the man who just woke you up.

"What? Are we there?" You turn to look out the window but the car is still in motion. Its gonna be a long trip.

"No-" Minho begins but is cut off by changbin's loud voice.

"Y/n what the fuck were you dreaming of" he laughs and you're even more confused when hyunjin bursts out laughing.

Did you do something?

Did you fart? Oh geez you hope you didn't fart, but telling by their straight faces and the closed windows to protect you from the cold, you didn't fart.

Maybe you snorted. Oh that's embarrassing.

"What? Did I do something" you look at chan hoping he can give you some info but he just smirks.

"What? Guys tell me" you plead and they continued to laugh within themselves.

You're so confused and your starting to get frustrated. Minho notices your frustration and decides to speak up.

"Y/n you were moaning"

"More like whimpering" hyunjin cuts in.

What the- why. Shit that's embarrassing. Were you loud?

Did you say any nam-

"Oh chan. Channie" changbin cuts your thoughts by repeating your whimpers.

Fuck you were moaning chan's name. They could hear. Looking at the grin on his face you're sure he heard you loud and clear.

You wish the door would open right now and you'd fly onto the road. You hide your face behind your hands as you continue to hear changbin repeat your desperate plee for chan.

Fed up you smack his arm and telling him to shut up. The other guys watch your interaction and laugh. You hear minho and hyunjin make fun of the situation too and you turn to give them your attention but before you can lay your hands on them chan's voice speaks.

"Guys stop it...mistakes happen" he holds in the pride he feels "she can't control it"

He's not even helping, he's enjoying this too.

You try and recall the dream you had. Then it hits you..

Shit your were dreaming about chan railing you. You slap yourself mentally. Your brain couldn't stop thinking about the actions you and chan did two days before this. You hope the boys think nothing of this cause you don't want the to know that you had chan are fucking.

Thats why hes got that stupid grin on his face cause he knows even your mind can't forget him.

You hide yourself tightly into the corner hiding your face from the other.

"Ooo.. channie I'm gonna cu-" Minho whispers by your ear and your cringe. You hear chan laugh and you get even more embarrassed. You're not gonna fuck him by the fire place like he said, especially not after this behaviour. He's not even defendng you.

They start mumbling some phrases to make you feel better and less embarrassed but nothing helps, especially if it's coming from chan. You're not upset you're just really embarrassed.

You get a text and even doubt opening it but you do. And you groan when you read it.

[Hannie] bae you were moaning? 😭

How the fuck does he know, who told him and what time?

Then you see the phone in minho's hand and you give a death glare.

Fuck this is so embarrassing.

You wish maybe it would've been better if you just snorted or something.

Skz drabbles/oneshots

🎀-fluff 🔥-smut/smutty 🌦-hurt/comfort 🌧-angst 🔪-yendere

Bangchan

╰┈➤ WEAR THIS.🎀

╰┈➤ STOP YOUR CAR

╰┈➤ DID YOU NEED ME🎀

╰┈➤ EVEN IN MY SLEEP🔥

╰┈➤ "What's the magic word baby" 🔥

╰┈➤ "Forget the song...focus on your health" 🌦🎀

╰┈➤ "IT JUST SLIPPED" 🎀

╰┈➤ CAN I TOUCH THEM PLEASE.🎀

╰┈➤ FOR ME 🎀🔥

Leeknow

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Changbin

None yet

Hyunjin

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Han

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Seungmin

╰┈➤ fever 🎀

Felix

None yet

Jeongin

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❀ Birds of a Feather ❀

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pairing: bangchan x reader

word count: 1.6k genre: FLUFF

It started as a silly crush, one that you would normally get around a friend of yours. A little pang in your chest at the thought of him. A flutter of your stomach when he smiled at you, that sort of thing that friends normally never acted on. But for some reason, your friendship with Chan, who had become your best friend, felt different.

It started with small things, things that you would dismiss as nothing. You would catch him looking at you sometimes when he thought you wouldn't notice, but when you would look his way, he would quickly look away. He would also always sit next to you in interviews, in group photos, or in any sort of activity, always taking a seat right next to yours whenever given the choice. He would also always want to play with your hair, pulling you into his lap and letting his fingers run through your hair while whispering praise and sweet words into your ear. 

And that would be something a typical friend would never do. In fact, no one else in the group treated you like that, so why was he so different? The strangest thing was that even though he would always be affectionate with you in front of others, in private the way he acted was completely different. Instead of playing with your hair affectionately, he was constantly finding opportunities to touch your skin, running his fingers along your hands, arms, and face, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

In the most private moments when no one else was around, he would constantly find ways to hold your hands. His fingers would intertwine with yours as he pulled you close. He would also sometimes find ways to pull you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your torso as he held you firmly against his chest, his hands splayed against your stomach and chest, holding you like he never wanted to let go. It was so strange, how one minute he was normal, the next he was being so affectionate in a way that could not be seen as merely platonic. It was like he couldn't get enough of touching you, as if he was addicted. Even in public he would always be seeking any type of contact, whether it was a squeeze of your hands, a hand on your back, or just sitting next to you, he always wanted some type of contact. It was almost as if he was starved for the touch. And the strangest thing of all was that none of the other members of the group seemed to question it or care, they all acted as if it was normal. Did they just not notice, or was it truly normal for friends to act like this? 

Even you yourself were starting to wonder if it was just how he acted with everyone, but no other member behaved like he did, and definitely didn’t touch you like he did. Whatever the case, you found yourself not minding the affectionate gestures. In fact, deep down, you even found yourself looking forward to them. You found yourself wanting him even more when he touched you. 

It made you feel butterflies in your stomach whenever he held you close, the heat of his body against yours making something deep within you stir. Finally, after days of contemplating, you two were hanging out together in your room in the dorm and then you gained the courage and decided to confront him. As the both of you were sitting in a quiet corner of his room, you turned to him, a determined look in your eyes.

"Channie, can I ask you something?"

He looked up from his phone at the sound of your voice, a curious expression on his face. "Yeah, what is it?" You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. "This is going to sound random, but why are you always so... affectionate towards me?"

He was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. But finally, he let out a soft sigh. "Ah, I guess you've noticed."You were taken aback by his response, not expecting him to admit it outright. But at the same time, you couldn't ignore the way your heart fluttered at his words. "No, it's not a problem, I just... well, I'm just wondering why. Friends don't usually act like this, you know."He then let out a soft chuckle, setting down his phone and turning to face you fully. "I guess I just can't help it. You're just... really touchable, I guess. And it makes me feel good, touching you like this." 

He leaned back, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Plus, you never complain about it, so I figured you didn't mind me being all over you." You blush like your about to explode.

“No no! it’s not that i just really want to know why..” Chan chuckled as he saw your blush, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Why are you so curious about it, huh?"

He shifted a bit closer to you on the bed, his knee brushing against yours. "Are you worried I'm being too clingy?" You get shocked by his words “no! i don’t mind it at all, i just wanna know if you know.. if you have feelings for me.. that’s all.” Chan's smirk faded into a look of surprise, not expecting you to boldly come out and ask such a thing. 

He was silent for a moment, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the answer within them. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft. "What if I did? What would you do if I did have feelings for you?" You were caught by surprise by his response. “To be honest, i really don’t know i really don’t wanna ruin our friendship that we have, and it’s gonna be so hard gaining that friendship and trust back if something does happen to us.” you became so worried and started to make your anxiety build up and make you think about what would happen between them. Chan listened intently to your words, his expression softening. He reached out and placed a gentle hand on your arm. "Hey, hey, it's okay."

He took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I get it, I really do. We've been through so much together, our friendship means so much to me too. But..."

He paused, letting out a small sigh. "But sometimes, feelings can't be helped. You can't ignore them, or push them away. They just... happen." He looked down at your intertwined hands, his thumb gently running over your knuckles. "And if we do have feelings for each other, I don't think that's a bad thing. Sure, it might change things between us, but change isn't always bad, y'know? It's not always good either, but..."

He looked back up at you, his gaze sincere. "I think there's a chance it could be good. If you feel the same way, that is." She looks up, her eyes wide and sparkling. 

 from looking down at their hands being intertwined with each other’s. “Wait, so your saying that we could have a chance with each other?” Chan nods, his hand gently squeezing your own. "Yeah, that's what I'm saying."

He shifts a little closer to you, his knee pressed against yours. "If we both have feelings for each other, then yeah, we could have a chance at being together. It's up to you though, if you want to give it a shot or not." You then decide to tackle him onto your bed and hug him, so in joy that he decides to give a chance for y’all’s relationship. Chan let out a small yelp of surprise as you tackled him onto the bed, his arms instinctively wrapping around you as you hugged him tightly. He chuckled, a mix of surprise and amusement in his voice. "Impatient much?"

He returned the embrace, holding you close against him, his face buried into your shoulder. Then you decided to take the first move, suddenly you kissed him softly. Chan's surprise was evident at your sudden kiss, but he quickly melted into the feeling. His arms wrapped tighter around you, pulling you even closer as he kissed back. His lips moved gently against yours, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, his breathing a bit heavier than before. "Wow...I didn't expect you to take the first move like that." You then smile softly as you nuzzle yourself into his neck. “sorry! i really been wanting to do that for a while now..” You then chuckle all shy. Bangchan chuckled, his hands running up and down your back soothingly. “Don't apologize, I don't mind at all.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arms still holding you close. "You’ve been wanting to do that for a while, huh? I didn’t know you liked me that much." You didn’t wanna leave his arms, you wanted to stay put. “Maybe… but at least i hid it better than you..” You say in a small giggle still nuzzling in his neck taking in his sent. He chuckled again, his hands continuing to gently caress your back. “Hey, I didn't hide it that badly." He protested, a playful pout on his lips. "I was just being... affectionate. Is that a crime?" “Never said that it wasn’t channie..” You say as you plant your lips on his. Chan smiled into the kiss, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head as he returned it with equal fervor. He pulled you even closer, his body pressing against yours as he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled away, he was a bit breathless, his eyes locked on yours. "You really are something, you know that?"

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