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𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭

Bangchan!!

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

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

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 4,092

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 16 𝓶𝓲𝓷 22 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1817

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 7 𝓶𝓲𝓷 6 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hello!! Can I order a miso butter cookie with a vodka shot on the side with Skz bangchan? You can make it as spicy as u want:)) also love the order list, very creative!

A Closer Connection

𝓒𝔀: 𝓓𝓸𝓶! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓢𝓾𝓫! 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷, 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓳𝓸𝓫

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1677

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 6 𝓶𝓲𝓷 3

𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 - "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧"  𝘝𝘰𝘥𝘬𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 - 𝘋𝘰𝘮! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

After seeing the stunt Bang Chan pulled with being shirtless on stage I feel like this is very appropriate. Also thank you for ordering!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you wanna take it further?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please what?” You ask.

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

“Yeah?” You tease. “Then cum for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴, 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯-𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 838

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 3 𝓶𝓲𝓷 17 𝓼𝓮𝓬

🐺⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆🐺

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺

Soft music playing in the background filled the room as Bangchan sat on his couch, his girlfriend Y/N snuggled up against his side. She had her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she basked in the warmth of his embrace. Bangchan's arm was wrapped around her, his hand gently running through her hair.

"I could stay like this forever," Y/N whispered, her voice laced with contentment.

Bangchan chuckled and tightened his hold on her. "Me too," he agreed. "Nothing beats having you close to me like this."

"Did you know that today is National Boyfriend Day? And today is also your birthday."

Bangchan looked down at Y/N, surprise and amusement dancing in his eyes. "Is it really?" he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I had no idea. I guess I have a lot to celebrate today, huh?"

Y/N nodded a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "You sure do," she said, her tone teasing. "You've got me, the best girlfriend in the world, and it's your birthday. What more could you ask for?"

Bangchan laughed and ruffled her hair affectionately. "When you put it like that, I'm pretty lucky," he agreed. "But you know what could make today even better?"

"You taking today to completely relax and let the boys practice without you?"

Bangchan chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. "Nice try," he said, giving Y/N a light pinch on her arm. "But you know I can't do that. I have to make sure the boys are practicing properly and staying on task."

"Lee Know's there, he'll make sure everyone does the dance right. You know how he is when it comes to practicing."

Bangchan thought for a moment, then relented. "You have a point," he admitted. "Lee Know can be pretty strict when it comes to practice. But even so, I still feel like I should be there to help out."

"Text Minho with what they need to practice today and have him record what they do and send it to you if you're that worried but I'm not letting you leave the house today."

Bangchan considered her words for a moment, then shrugged. "Okay, you win," he said with a smile. "I'll text Minho and let him know what I think the boys should focus on for practice today. And I promise not to leave the house."

Y/N beamed at him, triumph and joy filling her eyes. "I knew you'd see it my way," she said, snuggling closer to him.

Bangchan laughed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. "You always know how to persuade me," he said, his voice warm with affection. "But you know what this means, right?"

"What does it mean?" Y/N asked, looking up at him with a coy smile.

Bangchan leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "It means I'm all yours for the day," he said, his eyes sparkling. "You've got me all to yourself."

"Good, because we're doing a self-care day. You need it and Stay will be happy you're taking a break."

Bangchan chuckled and ran his hand through her hair. "A self-care day, huh?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I can't say I'm against the idea, especially if it means spending the whole day with you."

"And here I thought that you said you can't flirt"

Bangchan laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Hey, I never said I couldn't flirt," he protested. "I just said I was bad at it. There's a difference."

"Your V-Live says differently"

Bangchan huffed but then broke into another laugh. "Okay, fine," he conceded, "Maybe I am not as terrible at flirting as I thought. But you've always been good at bringing out my flirty side."

Y/N grinned at him, pleased with herself. "Of course I am," she said, her voice full of confidence. "I know how to press all the right buttons with you."

Bangchan watched as Y/n got up and began gathering various skincare products. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her flit around the room, grabbing lotion, sheet masks, and makeup removal wipes.

"Looks like you're all set for our self-care day," he said, his voice filled with gentle humor. "You have enough skincare products there to last a month."

Y/N shot him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. "Hey, if we're doing a self-care day, we might as well do it right," she said. "And that means taking full advantage of all the beauty products and indulging ourselves. So just settle back and let me pamper you."

Bangchan chuckled and leaned back against the couch cushions, his expression a mix of amused resignation and eagerness. "As you wish," he said, a hint of a smirk playing around his lips. "I am at your mercy."

"Will you let me put a lip plumper on you then?"

“Wha- NO! I don’t want to look like a pufferfish.”

It seems like you all only like me when I post something about Bang Chan... love you all tho :)