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↳ Wedding planning is a stressful enough job as it is, without the added trouble of a handsome best man who can't seem to take his attention off of you.

But when it comes to 'meant to be,' maybe he knows something that you just don't quite know yet.

best man!bang chan x wedding planner!fem!reader — strangers to lovers, meet-cute, unrequited (?) pining, explicit sexual content. [11,2k wc] cws: alcohol consumption, protected penetrative sex, Chan wants it bad-bad, a lot of teasing and wanting and flirtatious banter.

In February, the weather is still cold. Bitter and icy, some days. Windy, with occasional snow, and it’s days like this that make it feel as though the warmth of spring and summer may never come. Sometimes, it’s the small reminders that life – the world itself – is ever changing. Spring will always come, winter will always end.

Such is life, isn’t it?

Walking up to the glass and platinum plated front doors of the expensive building, Chan muses the thoughts. Despite it not being for him – simply being an accomplice, of sorts – being involved in the wedding party tends to bring about the thoughts of ones own, personal love life. Life in general. Cycles of love and loss, all encompassing. A tall, white, building in a busy and upper class side of town – not where Chan is from, but where the bride-to-be was from. Completely foreign while simultaneously being familiar in proximity. Stepping forward and reaching for the door with his dominant hand, opening it for the couple and attempting to push his long, blonde hair out of his eyes with his other hand, the woman that his best friend would marry looks towards him kindly and chuckles – a comment about knowing the struggles of women with long hair versus the wind, and Chan smiles in response to her.

He likes her. Always had. Nothing romantic, but he was proud of the choice that his best friend of many years had made in a life partner. Chan often found himself hopeful that he, too, may one day make such a choice for himself.

The three enter the building as he continues the attempt of wrangling his hair – best friend in question, Lee Minho, laughing under his breath as to not disturb the quiet ambiance of the room they had just entered.

“Are you gonna cut it before the wedding?” he asks, lightly nudging Chan in the arm, and Chan looks at him in a slight state of shock, as if the thought had never even dawned on him for a second previously.

“Should I?”

“You don’t have to.”

Looking around, briefly at their surroundings: white furnishings, carpeting, walls – gold accenting mostly, with hints of forest green among the well-kept plants and coming together along the counter outline of the desk – he feels wholly out of place. It was much too expensive for him, and if he ever were to be planning a wedding in the future, it likely would not be here.

He brings himself back to the conversation, “does she want me to?” referring to the bride in question, and Minho only shakes his head. “No, she doesn’t mind.”

“I’ll be with you in just a second!”

A woman’s voice calls from another room – back behind the desk they stand before. Beige envelopes and paperwork lightly strewn across it; it’s somewhat messy, but nothing completely unmanageable, and the phone begins to ring at that moment.

Chan hears the same voice that had just called to them curse lightly under it’s breath. He cracks a smile at the break in character, as it were.

It’s in that moment that he finally lays eyes on you – beige pant-suit and hair in a ponytail, pen in mouth as you fly around the corner and attempt to answer the phone with the item still snug between your teeth before you realize that that simply will not do, hurriedly tugging it from your lips and lightly tossing it on the desk in front of you. You look up to the party of three in front of you, waiting patiently, and smile.

“Just a second.”

“No problem, take your time,” the bride insists.

Chan can only watch on in awe, though.

It’s a relatively quick phone call, confirming an appointment for flower arrangement the following week and then it’s all eyes on the individuals in front of you. You look at the bride, the groom, and then Chan – quite obviously not the one getting married. Messy, wind-swept golden hair and beady brown eyes – but in jeans and a hoodie with a small spot on it that looks akin to a child who had accidentally spilled some sauce on himself and forgot to clean it up.

A little charming, due to the fact that he’s good looking. Turns out that can get one pretty far in and of itself.

“Right so,” you begin, taking a deep breath before continuing, “what can I do for you?”

Minho and his soon-to-be wife begin the discussions that they had gone there for, Chan listening on and truly as if he were playing the part of the son that had been dragged along for the ride due to no childcare being available. Your eyes can’t help but creep towards him every now and then – watching the way that he looks around the room, almost as if in awe of the sights – not that the interior was anything to call home about. You found it charming, his simple appreciation for…white, you supposed.

Calling for them to come into the back with you, the group sit at a table filled with thick binders with numerous labels atop them. Things like “reception,” “flowers,” “lighting,” anything that you could think of and even many that you hadn’t lined the table, and Chan considers for a second that maybe he won’t get married, after all.

He brings his attention to Minho, who happily dives into one of the binders – evidently delighted by the prospect of wedding planning. A complete disintegration from the stereotypical male response – the response that had just immediately come to Chan, himself.

He figures that maybe you have to be there, then.

“These are the more basic, common options up at the front on these pages, they’re labeled with this color,” you point out towards one of the binders displayed in front of Minho’s fiancee, “the further back, the more expensive and intricate the options become. It’s good if you have a budget in mind so that we can plan accordingly, of course.”

And of course, Chan is listening. Of course he is. But he can’t help but get lost in his own thoughts, as well as he watches you work. Taking notice of your smile and how pretty it is, the few loose strands of hair that have fallen away from the rest that lie bundled up into a tie at the back of your head. Chan watches your eyelashes when you blink and notices their length, and how pretty the color of your eyes are. Your earrings – expensive looking, hopefully not expensive in price, he thinks to himself as he loses himself in wishful imaginative thought – because if the two of you were to date, he wouldn’t be affording anything of the sort, and Chances are, that if they were expensive, then you wouldn’t be interested in dating him, anyways.

Chan had a habit of romantically getting ahead of himself, that much was evident.

“Chan?”

A sudden, vocal intrusion once again pulling him back to earth, it’s the sound of his best friends voice calling towards him. “You okay?”

“Oh,” he says, clearing his throat and sitting himself up in his chair properly. “Yeah, sorry, was spacing out. What’s up?”

“What do you think of this color? We need an outside opinion, that’s what you’re here for.”

Chan leans himself forward and out of his chair to look over the shoulders of the couple. Napkins. They forced him to stop fantasizing about dating the cute wedding planner for napkins.

Because obviously what he had been doing was of much more importance.

“Um, I like the lavender.”

“See, I think I like the pink, actually,” the fiancee replies.

“Keep in mind you don’t have to commit to anything today,” you remind them, “this visit is really only to get an idea of where we want to go, we’re not setting anything in stone.”

“Says you, I’m planning our own wedding,” Chan thinks to himself in response.

With pinks and roses decided among numerous other items, it’s a couple of hours later that the four of you bid farewell. You shake the hand of Minho, and the bride-to-be hugs you – much to your surprise, but with Chan, it’s a bit more awkward of a goodbye – due to the necessity of his being there in any capacity being up for discussion. However, you smile, thank them all for coming, and wish them well on their day.

Little do you know, however, the plans that the airhead friend have already set into motion.

According to him, of course.

The sound of the doorbell rings through the room as you look up from your paperwork in the back office. Gently pushing things aside in an attempt to find your schedule book, you gaze on in confusion to find that you have nothing on the agenda for this hour – and with the firm not taking walk-ins, you fail to guess what it could possibly be.

It does, however, make more sense upon finding out what the wind had blown in today.

“Hey!”

You’re shocked to find Chan standing at the door. Less the shock of it being him, and more the shock of him looking just as disheveled as he had the few days prior when you had met him. How could an adult man be so not put together, and especially on this side of town? It’s something you contemplate but only for a moment, as you are forced to address him now that he is presented before you.

“Uh, hey, so we don’t take walk-ins—“

“Oh no, it’s not like, a thing, I was just asked to drop by to relay some information.”

“Why you?”

“Was in the area.”

“You were in—“ and you pause, trying to think of a polite way to carry on with the thought, “—the area.”

Chan sort of realizes that the gig is up at that moment, in his shorts and his hoodie in twelve degree weather, and smiles gently. “Yeah.”

You roll your eyes, but motion for him to follow you into the back office with you nonetheless in order to take notes about whatever it is that he had gone there for – chuckling to yourself about the fact that he showed up to a very expensive office in winter, wearing shorts.

You don’t even want to do the soul searching it would take to figure out why you find that endearing, perhaps best left for therapy.

Sitting down in your chair, you pull out the file for the bride and groom in question and pick up a pen. “Has the client changed their mind about something we had discussed the other day?”

“Yeah,” Chan begins, but it’s slow, as he looks around and takes in the sights of the somewhat chaotic back office space that you call your own. You gently, playfully, call out a “hey” towards him to bring him back to the topic at hand. “Oh uhh, yeah, so instead of the pink, they decided on the lavender after all.”

“Interesting, your choice,” you respond.

“You remembered?”

Realizing what you had done, that you had, in fact, remembered what his input had been, you feel a bit of the heat of embarrassment rush into your ears – but attempt to play it cool.

“Of course, you were a part of the planning.”

He doesn’t respond, and only smiles down at you, shoulder holding him upright against the wooden frame of the doorway.

“And they decided on lilies instead of roses, also.”

“Good choice,” you answer, scribbling onto the paper in front of you and quickly penning something over the mark to replace it. “I preferred the lilies, myself.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Chan answers, and it’s so smooth it sounds as if he never said anything unusual at all.

You know he’s flirting with you, you simply choose to ignore it.

“Is there anything else?”

“No, just those two things.”

You stop, furrowing your brows in confusion and taking a moment to truly consider the oddity of the scenario before you. “Why…didn’t they just call me, why did they send you in person? These sorts of matters can be dealt with over the phone.”

But Chan merely shrugs and continues smiling at you. “Dunno, didn’t ask.”

You don’t take yourself for much of a detective, but figure it’s pretty simple to see what’s going on here. It’s cute, but you’re not interested.

You stand, motioning out towards the main lobby of the building and walk ahead of the man.

Chan takes it upon himself to view all of the ways in which you exist before him. Your hair, your eyes, your clothes.

Perhaps a moment where most men would objectify you, Chan is merely finding all of the intricate details, all of the little things – tiny ways in which he can talk himself into falling in love with you.

And you’re just trying to get the work day over with.

“I think if it were my wedding,” Chan begins, elbows on the desk and chin placed into his palms as you sit at your swivel chair and gently look up towards him as if he’s somewhat of an inconvenience to you. “I think, forest green and gold, a bit like this,” he says, pointing towards the detailing of the marble just under him. “What about you?”

“You think about wedding planning?” you can’t help but ask, unusual for a presumably straight man. You consider for a moment that you had been picking up all of the wrong vibes from him. Maybe he wasn’t into you, after all.

“Yeah, well,” and he pauses, thinking again, “well, truthfully, I hadn’t until the first day we all came here. I have been since then.”

“That’s cute.”

“So what about you?”

“I have work to do, if we’re done here,” you respond, ignoring his question entirely and instead meeting him with a tonally cheeky reply, avoiding eye contact as to not laugh.

“Answer me and I’ll leave then!” Chan whines in response, and you really wish you didn’t find this sort of behavior endearing in any way.

But you sigh in defeat, putting the pen that you had just picked up back down in a huff and looking up at him in gentle irritation, “fine.”

“Burgundy,” you start, pushing papers around to find a tablet of color swatches beneath them, and you point to a color on it with a freshly manicured nail. “Similar to this, more blue-toned. and then—“ you pause, pushing the present swatches aside in favor of different ones that you had located in the meantime. “Gold accenting, like this. And yellow roses.”

“Why yellow?”

“I just like them.”

Chan knows that he responds to you, although if you asked him just after he had left what he had said, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. Instead, the man loses himself immediately in thoughts of a quickly developing crush. He watches your fingers dig through papers and point to colors – watches the way that your lips move with the words that you speak and the way the corners of them pull up when you talk about the things that you like in particular. It’s all in the way that you so matter of a factly say that you “just like” yellow roses – no other thoughts, no other reasoning. Just because.

Chan wonders if this is love – an absolutely, mind-numbingly, all-encompassing smittenness for another person that you barely know anything about. Juvenile and reckless and for all of the wrong reasons. Love at first sight. The honeymoon period that hasn’t even begun yet, and Chan was full-swing all the same.

And you wish it had been different for yourself – a child-like innocence to him that you found so charming and disarming in so many ways. a cute crush that surely would never develop past the phase in which it had already reached – you found yourself daydreaming about cute dates and picking out colors with him regardless, before shaking yourself out of it and returning back to your work.

bad idea, dating the clientele – even if only tangentially related as such.

“Hey.”

The smile on his face carries through the simple, verbal notion and you manage to pick up on it, even with all of the hustle and bustle going on around you.

That doesn’t stop him from having scared the shit out of you, though.

You watch Chan grin in response to your sudden yell and turn, “Jesus Christ,” escaping through your lips in exasperation and he still only carries a hopeful, happy curl of his lips.

“Bad time?”

The irony of the question being, of course, that he is asking it all the while you pick up the numerous sheets of paper, spools of lace, and other such items from the floor – items that had been suddenly relinquished from your grasp at the ill-timed intrusion of a man, a man not even getting married.

“Yes, you could say that—“ you respond, an attempt not to sound rude but perhaps failing ever so slightly. He was being irritating, after all. “—if we’re going to talk, then we’ve got to talk and walk,” you say, finally pulling everything into your bag and swinging it over your shoulder just before hurriedly rushing out from behind the desk and past the man before you – nearly dumbfounded in appearance at the way you move about in the middle of the day – even if for work. “I’ve got places to be, so make it quick.”

Rushing down the sidewalk, heeled shoes clattering against it, Chan watches in amazement at his inability to keep up. He wonders how you muster up the strength and ability to do this day in and day out – and with a smile on your face, at that.

“You need to take this,” you finally say to him, stopping only briefly enough to push some of the things in your hands, into his own. “Make yourself useful.”

“Happy to,“ he begins to respond, but only to watch as your back turns towards him again – ponytail in full swing, rushing back towards where ever it had been that you had been roped into stumbling towards.

Chan stops to smell the flowers – literally. As a few of varying different types had been thrown into his arms – but it’s quickly off to the races again, as to not disappoint.

And he can’t help but watch in complete, smitten, awe of you as you dart in and out of shops and doorways as you go. He never goes in with you – waiting patiently out front of where ever it is that you end up in the next moment, but he finds that he is never waiting long – that you work quickly. And he knows that he doesn’t know the workings of your job, your career, really at all, so maybe this is normal, but he smiles to himself at the way that the details of the situation don’t even really matter to him. Chan makes sure to watch you in a sort of make-shift slow motion that he crafts himself from scratch in the moment – capturing you and your essence and all of the things that he finds himself oh so quickly becoming enamored with, even just the way the wind some times catches your coat, it feels like a movie to him…the way his heart seemingly gets swept away in the same gust.

You step out of a building, as Chan is mid-thought, watching your every movement as he does. You don’t even notice it. Notice him. Not really.

He knows that.

Smiling, you bid the client farewell and give a sigh of relief towards the man that had aided you in your short, but fast-paced journey. “Thank you, sorry to make you—“

“Go out with me.”

The question arrives as a shocking on, albeit looking back on the situation, perhaps it should not have. You actually do give it some thought, as well – which in and of itself comes as a bit of a surprise to you, as well.

And you’re almost disappointed when you have to turn him down.

“Tonight, let’s get a drink.”

“Chan, that’s nice of you but—“ pausing briefly, you consider how to word the dismissal delicately…and sort of in a way to not shut down the possibility of going out in the future. “I have too much work to do tonight, and tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

You don’t want to talk to him like a child. Like someone to pity, but the refusal always finds a way to come out that way anyways. You watch Chan smile at you all the same, nodding to himself and simply saying “okay” as a response.

“You have a good night then, alright?” he adds, turning to head towards where home would be, and you’re not sure which part it is that’s yelling – the head or the heart – but one of them certainly is not being quiet about it’s desire to change it’s mind about the drink matter.

But you stand strong. There’s always more men.

“I will, you do the same.”

“I will.”

Chan loves watching you work. Hell, suffice it to say Chan fell in love watching you work. And perhaps it’s too much, too quick — something he tells himself from the logical part of his brain. You don’t even know her, dude. Which is true and he knows it, but the truth is that Chan has sort of taken it upon himself to fill in all of the blanks in the most shining, beautiful ways that he can. A man that lives on the precipice of a romantic comedy at all times — he’s always only been waiting for this moment. for someone like you. Someone to come in and sweep him off of his feet, as it were.

Just a hopeless romantic, that Bang Chan.

“Now’s not really the best time—“ you manage out towards him, mouth full of safety pins and fingers attempting to fumble through loads of white, shimmering fabric.

Dress fittings, the best part of the whole getting married gig, to some.

He doesn’t reply, carefully discarding himself from the doorway as to not be an obstruction physically in the same way that his presence is in every other way. He does smile, though. Halfway. A sly curly of the lip that you catch before pressing more pins into the bodice of your client.

Chan watches the whirlwind before him — feeling like the exaggerated display of floral lace and shiny shoes being tossed up and around like in the cartoons one sees when growing up weren’t actually that far from the truth — he smiles all the same, because he’s charmed by it all.

He especially takes note of your tied back hair and the way your jacket had been discarded probably long before he had arrived. How it appeared as though your day had already been a long one, despite it only being the early afternoon.

It’s the first time that Chan thinks to himself that you might really be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

But his attention is pulled back to reality, a woman gently leaning towards him and softly addressing him — as if she had known that his thoughts weren’t there with them at the time.

“Are you with the bride?”

Taken by surprise, Chan shakes his head — hands up in submission. “Oh, I’m with her!” he says, and points towards you as you continue diligently working on the fitting before you.

“Oh my God,” the client suddenly exclaims, turning towards him so suddenly that it sends you reeling. “You’re getting married, too!?”

Fuck sake.

“Wow, what a coincidence, huh?” the staff smiles towards Chan, before heading towards the small cooler behind the counter and pulling out a bottle of champagne. “We certainly have to celebrate this!”

It’s a roller coaster, for sure — and as hilariously charming the confusion is, Chan’s eyes can’t help but stay glued to your figure. Scanning your reaction. A chance you don’t hate this? A chance you might be willing to play along? Play pretend? Just for him, just for today?

The staff member comes back over to Chan without any time wasted, handing him a glass of bubbly gold liquid before sauntering over to you and handing you the same. Drinking is pretty strictly against the rules while on the job — except in situations where not drinking could cost you the job, of course. It’s up to your own discretion, case by case basis.

Suppose we’re pretending we’re getting married today. Just another check mark off of the list of completely insane things that the job every so often required of you.

Chan finally makes his way to the back and towards you, gently smiling — it says sorry that this happened, but it’s kind of fun, right? And you wish that you could deny him the pleasure of being right.

“So, have you started dress shopping yet?” the bride asks, eyes sparkling and excitement lacing her voice. You found it so lovable — the absolute delight that she seemed to receive from just the mere prospect that someone else might be just as happy as she was — who were you to ruin her day, then?

“N-no, not yet,” you stutter out, bashfully smiling towards Chan and then quickly away from him, because what the fuck? “I’m quite picky.”

You can see Chan trying to reign in the curl of the corners of his mouth at the response. He’s enjoying it way too much for your liking, possibly more than the client before you.

“You should try something on with me! Oh my God, please!” she gasps, grabbing at your free hand and shaking it gently. “Please! It would be so fun!”

“Oh, I—“ suddenly looking up towards Chan — full on smiling, now — and back at the client, you feel a bit outnumbered. “I shouldn’t, I’m working…”

“Yeah, for me!” she answers, hands on her hips in a playfully authoritative way, “so I think if I want you to try on a dress with me, that you should probably do it!”

It’s a mischievous threat, not backed by any actual ill-will, but you do have to consider any possible implications behind it — she is a big client, an expensive client.

You should probably just do what you’re told, right?

Running your hands down the front of the beaded bodice, it’s sort of an impulse to avoid your own reflection in the numerous, angled mirrors before you. Set up to show you every inch of yourself — you find irony in the fact that you wish to see none of it, because it feels wrong. It’s out of place, and not how you had dreamed your first dress try on to be — to appease a rich, pushy client and for a man that for all intents and purposes, you don’t even know. Playing dress up and pretend at your big age, it wasn’t the ideal outcome.

You hear the woman call out for you — indiscernible words that you know the meaning of all of the same. Hurry up, come out, become a spectacle. But you had already agreed, and the faster you begin, the faster it will end. You look up, finally making eye contact with yourself in the reflection, and your heart drops — but not for any of the aforementioned reasons you had expected. In a flash, all of your previous concerns simply melt away, just like that.

You looked beautiful. Ethereal.

And in the moment, you became painfully aware of all of the years that you had spent attending to the romantic wants and needs of everyone but yourself. Seeing yourself in the dress became an acutely stark reminder that maybe — just maybe — it was time to allow yourself to focus on you.

And despite barely knowing the man before you, watching the way his eyes lit up at the sight of you as you gently strolled into the room — as if he had never seen a sight more beautiful in his life — you think to yourself that if this guy can look at you this way, then imagine the way that someone who loved you would look at you.

Irony.

A few hours later into the evening, the sun setting and air cooling, the four of you say your goodbyes as the staff locks up the shop and the client joyfully heads off and on her way. When only the two of you are left — you and Chan — you let go a heavy sigh of relief, one that feels as though it had made a happy home in your chest, never to be evicted or removed in any way.

“What a horrifically stressful day,” you start, as to set the tone of the conversation and not let the man before you get any ideas that you may have actually enjoyed any part of the goings on of the day. “But she was happy, that’s all that matters.”

“Is that so?” Chan replies, a hint of doubt in his tone. “You really hated it that much? You looked pretty.”

The compliment sends heat rushing to your face. Since when was that a side effect of engaging with this gentleman?

“I guess it’s good that you played along,” you say, pulling your messy ponytail out and beginning to put it back up into a more well-maintained one. “It’ll be a really positive memory for her, and that’s my job, after all.”

Chan simply watches you, taking in every moment as if it’ll be the last because really, who knows.

“Anyways, since she was so happy, if you don’t have anything going on tonight—“

“Yes.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!” you respond in a playful-yell, slapping at his arm, but Chan only laughs.

“I do know what you were going to say! You were going to ask me out! I said yes!”

“I wasn’t going to ask you out!” you quip, slightly embarrassed by how transparent you had seemingly been. “I was going to agree to going out with you, since you had asked me before, they’re different things, actually.”

“Ah, I see,” Chan replies, only playing along with your asinine explanation but not willing to push it any further because in the end — he was getting precisely what it was that he had wanted all along. “Well in that case, I know just the place.”

Only a few blocks down the street and a quick right, Chan stops and holds his hand out as if you usher you ahead of him. Gray, stone steps trailing down into what appears to be a basement, hole in the wall type establishment — you’re almost a little concerned. This is an upper class area of the city, and this is where he takes you? And it’s as if the man just behind you is capable of reading your mind, chiming out “just trust me, you’ll like it.”

You open the door, holding it for him to follow, and the dimly lit atmosphere almost sweeps you just off your feet. A beautiful, antique adorned establishment, decorated as if to appeal to numerous generations before; but in the most swanky, high class, way. The type of surroundings that just about anyone from any walk of life could find charm in.

So shocked, you forget that you had stopped to take in the sights.

“Come on, let’s not linger in the doorway,” Chan says as he passes, cheeky-toned and knowing that he had caught you.

Shrugging your coat off, you hang it on the rack and take a seat next to him at the bar. Drinks are ordered and quickly served due to it not being a busy night, and Chan wastes no time getting into the nitty-gritty of what it was he was interested in: you. Everything about you. Where you’re from, where you live now, where you went to school and what you studied and your hobbies — it’s all things that he, of course, has a genuine interest in — but that doesn’t change the fact that they are but stepping stones to the meat and potatoes of what it was that he really wanted to know.

Your relationship status. Are you single. Are you looking. Are you open to the possibility of falling in love, and not just with anyone, but with him, specifically.

Although, perhaps he would not be one to lean so hard into the tail end of the obvious.

“Truth is,” you begin, shimmering glass of red wine pressed delicately to your already stained-red lips. “I’ve been single for a while. Sort of on purpose, I suppose. I wanted to focus on work and really get my career going for a while before I put time and effort into adding another person into my life.”

“Is that serving you?” Chan questions, his own glass mirroring yours against his mouth.

You pause for a moment to consider the answer — remembering how you felt in that fleeting moment back at the dress shop, seeing yourself in that dress. Was it serving you?

“Yeah, I think so,” you finally answer in an accompanying nod, “I think it’s important to be able to be happy by oneself before attempting cohabitation of some sort.”

And Chan chuckles in response, much to your surprise. “'Cohabitation’ makes it sound so clinical, like the concept of dating someone is a science experiment.”

“Isn’t it sort of?”

“Yeah, suppose it is, in ways.”

“What about you?”

And now he pauses, thinking himself through the slew of potential replies that bounce through his mind in an instant — some more insane than others, admittedly.

“Happily single, but always open to the possibility.”

“I think that’s a good way to look at it.”

Chan takes a slow sip from his glass and eyes you intently, as if trying to gauge your interest in his answers based purely off of a single, minute, change in facial expression. Hell, he wanted it so bad he was willing to make it up himself.

It’s the gentle curly of your lip at his reply that catches him off guard — burned into his memory forever and always — or at least until a moment were to come that the two of you would have made enough memories together that such an insignificant one need not be held onto for so long anymore.

Drink glasses emptied and coats slung back over shoulders, the two of you head back out and onto the chilled sidewalk to head your own separate ways. You can’t help but take notice of the way Chan looks at you — eyes shining in the florescence of the street lamp just behind you — the first time that you acknowledge to yourself that you think he is handsome, as well as the first time you acknowledge that feeling in your chest that you get when he happens to come around.

It’s a bad time.

“Look, I had a nice time but—“

Chan rolls his eyes in response already, and you haven’t even finished the sentence.

“What? You’re a client…kind of.”

“I’m not, and on top of that, I can assure you that they would not care at all! They’d probably think it was cute, actually. I’m sure Minho would already have so many stories to tell at our wedding from the first consultation.”

“Well that’s not reassuring,” you snort, “telling me I was already so memorably unprofessional from the beginning, huh?”

“Only in my eyes, don’t worry, they loved you.”

“Chan!”

“Come on, I’m kidding,” he replies again, “it’s not a big deal, they wouldn’t think anything of it. You’re making it into a bigger deal than it would be in your head.”

You know that that is likely the case. You also know that it’s just so easy to say one thing — like that one is ever so willing to look for love — and then construct the simplest walls given to you to avoid it at all costs.

The two of you still in silence for a moment, as if in a stand-off of sorts, but you more than capable of breaking the silence and constructing just one more wall — for good measure, of course.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you say, with finality. “Thank you for tonight, I had a nice time.”

Chan thinks to himself as he watches you walk away, that if it were any other woman, in any other circumstance, he would have already live and let live. That even in watching the way you turn him down and walk away, that you’re still simply the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Musing about every word that you said and the way in which you said it — how your glass of red wine stained your lips just the perfect amount that it made it nearly unbearable to not kiss them, how pretty your hands looked around the wine glass and how cute your smile was every time he said something that — purposefully, of course — you found mildly irritating.

Making his way to his empty apartment again, and standing just outside, Chan knows that there is progress made.

But what are you running from?

When you hear the jingling of the front door, and look down to your planner to find nothing having been scheduled for that time, you know that trouble is awaiting you in the lobby — trouble in the form of a kinda beefy, 171cm handsome gentleman by the name of Bang Chan.

Eh, suppose things could always be worse.

Lazily buttoning the deep maroon button of your vest as to look presentable, you look up and lock eyes with him as you come around the bend and into the front of the establishment. Chan — in all of his glory — a fitting pair of jeans for once and a shirt to match, you’re a little surprised. Had he made the effort all for you? Charming, if not for the fact that you told him you weren’t going to date him only a week prior to now.

Some men have a problem taking ‘no’ for an answer, unfortunately, sometimes it’s kind of charming when that’s the case, as well.

“Honey, I’m home!” Chan chimes, and you roll your eyes as you make your way to the front desk and seat yourself down.

“Yes Chan? Can I help you?”

“Always.”

“With something involving my job in some capacity.”

“Oh, right, that!” he answers. You know that he knows what you mean, he’s always just doing his utmost to be as much of a problem as possible. You’re not happy about how charming you find that, either.

“So, rehearsal dinner is in two weeks, on Thursday.”

“I know that, it’s my job to know that, I already talked to the bride two days ago.”

“Well I’m not here to tell you about it, I’m here to ask you to be my date to it.”

The brazen admission takes you off guard. It wasn’t really the first time Chan had ever asked you out, but this felt…different. Perhaps because of the night at the bar not too long prior.

You weren’t particularly fond of the way it made your stomach flip, either.

“I’ll be there, but for work, not for fun.”

“For pleasure, I think is how they call it,” he corrects, and you’re not proud of what the implications of that do to your mind.

You clear your throat, Chan watching all the while with a grin, and avoiding eye contact altogether, you stand again — pulling some items from the counter top into your arms and heading into the back from where you came.

“Right, well,” you say, attempting to play off how flustered you’ve now become in his incredibly flirtatious presence. “I have work to get back to, so, I will see you at the rehearsal — because it is my job and I suppose that you will also be there.”

With a smile on his face and eyes never leaving your form, before you’re able to scurry off to freedom, one last thing leaves his lips — because of course it does.

“Do a little something nice with your hair, it’s an occasion, isn’t it?”

You had never felt the need to keep a pillow to scream into in the back end of your office prior, but perhaps now were as good a time as any to invest.

On rehearsal night, catching your reflection in one of the mirrors of the wedding venue, you sort of wish that you had been a stronger person. You wonder how it was, exactly, that this man that you truly, barely knew, had managed to wear down your resolve in such a way that you were playing dress up for him. No, your attire not different than a typical work day — you were still on the clock, after all.

But your hair. And you can’t stand the way Chan looks to the floor with a smile when he first catches glance of you. Well, can’t stand it, and also sort of adore it.

“So, the brides mother, father, and sister we’re thinking of having here — but if there’s something that I’m missing, let me know so I can arrange it in a way that—“

“Hey there.”

Frozen in place, you don’t have to turn to check who it is anymore, and meeting eyes with the catering planner you had been speaking to, you smile gently before motioning that you need a moment, and turning towards Chan. “I’m working, can you give me a moment?”

“We need you to sit in for rehearsal, we’re missing someone.”

“Absolutely not, are you crazy?”

“Come on, you only have to pretend you have a crush on me, you don’t really have to have one.”

Turning back to the caterer in an instant, you insist that you’ll email the finalized plans over to him right away in the morning before finishing your conversation with Chan.

“If you keep interrupting me at work, I might not have a crush on you, real or make believe.”

“I think it’ll take more than that,” he replies with a cheeky grin, and nodding his head over towards the table, “now get over here and pretend you’re in love with me.”

It’s sort of sick, how easy it is for him to talk you into it. All of it. Any of it.

When the seating plan goes smoothly, and all of the wedding participants stand to take in slow views of the rest of the venue ahead of the big day, as you finish off some notes, Chan saunters over towards you with two glasses of wine in hand. “Come out with me?”

Stepping out and onto the large, white stoned balcony, you sigh in relief at how smooth the night had gone. You explain to Chan that — even in spite of having done the job for years, there’s always parts of every new client experience that feel brand new, that you feel as though you’ve never done before. Chan gazes on intently as he watches you speak with vigor, with self-respect, and with love and adoration for yourself. He thinks, in that moment, it might truly be the sexiest thing about you — at least, thus far.

When the gentle wind blows your lightly curled hair to one side and sends a shiver down your spine, Chan reaches out and pulls you towards him — into his warm embrace.

“It’s still chilly this time of year, yeah?” he says, and it’s almost a whisper. Perhaps the quietest you think you’ve ever heard him.

You opt out of responding verbally, and silently enjoy the warmth the man brings to you.

“Hey,” he says again, suddenly, and pulling you from him ever so slightly. Again, you choose not to reply, assuming that there were to be more words following up such a statement.

But you were soon to find that to not be the case — as Chan leans down and into you, plush lips gently pressing into your own.

The warmest you had felt all evening, you think to yourself — and perhaps interested in more where that came from, after all.

A short drive in Chan’s car lands the both of you in front of your apartment building — a gentleman, having offered his services of bringing you home in one piece — albeit, the thoughts of being torn apart by him figuratively becoming more and more of interest to you as the moments near him pass. Surely, one glass of wine wasn’t enough to throw all caution to the wind.

Unless…?

“Can I walk you up?”

Grabbing your belongings from the floor of the front seat, you chuckle. “Not much to walk, my building has an elevator.”

“Wow, fancy,” he replies smugly. “Didn’t know you had elevator-money in this sort of economy.”

“Go to Hell, yes you can walk me up, sheesh.”

His playfulness was what really had you, and you hated to see it. Broken down by the childlike innocence and joy of someone who was becoming more intriguing, more desirable, and more sexually attractive by the second. Truly, what had happened to your resolve?

Manicured finger pressed into the up arrow button, the elevator is silenced completely — no indication of it ever having registered the button being pressed at all. You press it again, and still nothing.

You sigh.

“Broken?” he says.

“Probably just asleep,” you quip back, “yes it’s broken. Have to take the stairs I suppose — you don’t have to come, I live on the fourth floor, I’m sure I can make it.”

“Better safe than sorry, really.”

Rolling your eyes, the both of you head towards the stairwell — all the while you hoping the slamming beating of your heart against your chest won’t reverberate through the echoing halls of the winding concrete cave that you are about to enter.

Floors two and three go without a hitch — well, mostly. It’s between three and four, that you realize there was never any Chance of you getting out of this stairwell unscathed. Or un-somethinged, at least.

He had plans all along.

“Hey,” Chan quietly calls towards you from behind, a hand reaching out and snatching your wrist from behind. It’s gentle, but enough to have you stumbling ever so slightly. He catches you — turning and pressing your back against the cold, white, wall — and them himself even harder against you.

Hot breath ghosting against the skin of your face, Chan’s lips fail to make contact with your own — instead opting to press into your jaw, and then your neck — and not without the direct contact of his hard thigh wedged into the apex of your own.

You’re a little ashamed of how little it took for him to pull from you a verbal response. It wasn’t much, but a breathy whine all the same — and you can feel the curling of his lips against you in affirmation that he had, in fact, heard it.

“I want you,” he whispers into your flesh, and the admission makes you dizzy with desire, pressing yourself down and against his leg for friction even more — as if to say that you felt the same way.

“Do you want me?” he follows up, mildly irritated at the fact that he’s asking, given the physical cues, but you still manage the breathy “yes” that he had been waiting oh so long for.

Chan thinks that it sounds so much better than he had ever even imagined it would. Unfortunate that this was not to be the time nor the place.

Pulling away, the loss of body against your own leaves you confused and frazzled — chest heaving and eyebrows furrowed, but you choose not to speak, because surely he would.

Because what the fuck?

And right on cue, “not now, I mean—“ he pauses, looking down at the tenting in his own pants and adjusting as for it to be not as obvious in the case of running into other people. “Not here, or now.”

“My apartment is right there—“

“I know,” he nods, “trust me, I want to — obviously — but I like you, so—“

“You can’t have sex with someone you like? Are you one of those Madonna-whore type guys? I knew there had to be something wrong with you.” You spiral off, adjusting your pants and trying to gather yourself properly. Chan merely laughs in response for a moment.

“No, it’s nothing like that, I’m perfectly capable of fucking you,” he answers clearly, and with decisiveness. “And I will, presumably. But let’s get to know each other a bit more first, yeah?”

“Oh my God,” you exclaim, a little annoyed at the games that Chan seemingly loves to play with you, and yet, willing to continue playing them on his terms all the same. “Fine, I guess I’ll get to know you or whatever.” Playful sarcasm dripping from the tail end of your response.

He laughs, gentle smile taking his features — and in his mind, all of the ways he plans to have you when the time is right.

When Chan shows up to your place of employment only three days later, it’s bad timing. The truth of the matter, is that it’s always bad timing, that’s the nature of a fast paced job such as your own, though. Shoving items into a bag and slinging it over your shoulder — followed by desperately trying to free your ponytail from the confines of the sling as you run towards the door, you only manage out with a “let’s go, move, move!” as you rush past the man in the doorway.

By now, Chan knows better than to ask very many questions. He’s quick on the uptake. He knows what he may sign up for upon arrival. Today? A handful of miscellaneous binders — sticky notes and fabrics sticking out of the tops, bottoms and sides of them.

“Already comfortable with bossing me around, huh?” he says, a brisk stride catching him up to you on the sidewalk as the both of you hustle down the concrete path.

“You know how it is,” you say, “if you’re gonna be here then I’m gonna put you to work.”

“I kind of like it,” flirtation lacing his voice. “Being told what to do by a beautiful woman definitely isn’t the worst way to spend the day.”

“That’s what you like? I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Maybe, can’t give everything away on the first date, I’m not easy.”

“So I noticed.”

You take notice of how easy it is now to engage in these types of conversations with him. Cute, curly blonde hair flowing in the breeze as you both run-walk towards the destination a couple of blocks away — you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a charm point — his absolute willingness to go above and beyond already. Carry things. Help you at work. Hell, he had sort of already showed up for you better than a lot of the guys you had dated in the past.

And now the flirting — playfully toying with each other in tone and topic that borders, if not fully crosses, the line of appropriateness — especially with you being on the clock.

Not that anyone is with the two of you to monitor the conversation. Or know that he took you home the other night. Or any of the other misdoings of that particular evening.

“Place is up here, did you come by for a reason or do you have a sixth sense for when I need help carrying things?” you ask, finally slowing down when the time on your phone insists that you have perhaps a minute or two to spare extra.

“Yeah, actually—“ he starts, slowing down next to you and stopping to face. “I wanted to ask you to be my date to the wedding.”

And you’re floored. That’s your immediate, gut, response anyways, but the more you grant a second to it, the more unsurprising you become.

He either genuinely does not understand how your job works and what proper boundaries are, or he just truly does not care. You’re fairly certain you know which it is.

“Chan, I’m working the event—“

“No, I know!” he interrupts suddenly, and for the first time it appears as though he had actually put some thought into it, and the inappropriateness of such a situation. “It can be our little secret. Just between us two.”

Looking down at your phone to check the time, and following it with an exhausted sigh, you roll your eyes. “Then what’s even the point?”

One corner of Chan’s mouth pulls up, and now you know he put thought into this. Which may or may not be advised, after all.

“The real fun would be after the event, obviously.”

Visually, you give off no tells, that of which you’re sure, but inside? Screaming, at the top of your lungs.

You’re not entirely sure if he means sex, or a date, or sex and a date or what he means at all. A man with something sly constantly up his sleeve, you simply had to assume: all of the above.

And so, you agree.

Weeks pass, and you’re surprised by the fact that when the night of the wedding comes around, Chan is actually no where to be found all of the time prior. The man that could not resist the urge to bother you at work, suddenly ghosting you? Were you being ghosted? Did he lose interest? Perhaps the allure of sleeping with the cute wedding planner had worn off all just before the big night itself. Tragic, you think to yourself, you didn’t even get to sleep with him, after all.

But when he meets you for the first time at the reception near the open bar — a smooth hand brushing the small of your back — so brief that no one nearby would ever catch it, the glimmer in his eye is enough to let you know that the plan is, in fact, still on.

And through the sound of a private bathroom door slamming against the wall, and your back up against it — met once again with the enticingly crushing weight of him against you as his mouth meets your own in fervent, needy kisses — you forget why you thought it was ever off anyways.

“W-we have to go back out there, Chan—“ you manage out between mouths and gasps of breath, fingers curled into the white coat of his blazer. “You wore white? That’s so tacky.”

“Not my choice, bride wanted it,” he answers back in similar neediness and much more expressed disinterest in the topic. “I want you.”

“Last time you said that—“ and Chan kisses you on the mouth hard again. “—last time you said that you didn’t do anything about it.”

“And I can’t again, not yet anyways.”

“Not into exhibitionism?”

“I don’t perform well under pressure.”

You laugh as he pulls away from you, allowing you to straighten yourself up to go back out into the public eye. “You’d be terrible at my job.”

“I know, just the most soft-dicked wedding planner ever, it’d be humiliating,” Chan chuckles, leaning back to check himself in the mirror as well before reaching forward and placing his hand on the door knob. “Good?”

“Good.”

As the reception carries on, you stand back to watch from a distance — available when necessary but for the most part, out of the way. For all intents and purposes, the large portion of your job was finished. The clients were happy, and the night a beautiful one — dimly lit fairy lights and silver plating along white, linen tables. You watch as Minho and his bride share a dance together, smiling into one another's eyes. Truly and madly in love.

A moment later, you catch Chan’s from across the room — a look held in time longer than it would typically be held. You feel it in your chest more than anything, and more than that, you’re hopeful that he might be catching the same.

When the night festivities finally come to a close — shaking more hands than you remember ever having mingled with in all of your time working with the client, Chan finally makes his way over towards you as the crowd dissipates — two glasses of wine just as he had offered on the rehearsal night, and you grin at him knowingly.

“Remember what happened the last time I had a glass of wine on the terrace with you?”

“Nothing much, as far as my recollection goes.”

Following him out and looking out towards the view, a breeze passes by the both of you — warmer than the last time, inviting, almost. Your gaze pulls from the trees and the buildings before you and towards the man next to you — handsome and charming and seemingly full of love and passion.

Had he…all of the things that you were looking for in a man?

Feeling your piercing gaze, he turns towards you — ashamed at your gawking, you chuckle lightly and bring your wine glass to your lips, but Chan only smiles in adoration of you.

Inhaling, Chan begins to speak.

“I’m not going to sleep with you—“

It’s sudden, and sends Chan visibly reeling — so much so that you feel the need to amend the statement in earnest.

“What I mean is like, like a one night stand…hook-up sort of thing.“

Eyebrows gently furrowing, Chan remains silent as he watches you talk through your thoughts in real time, not wanting to interrupt where ever it was that you were intending on going with this.

“I— I have feelings, so,” you stutter out, avoiding direct eye contact and instead, choosing to speak to the golden liquid in your glass. “So I don’t think it’s a good idea, is all. Sorry.”

Silence takes the balcony briefly. Seconds that feel like years to you, but in real time, Chan responds quite immediately. To that, you are thankful.

“What? Of course I’m interested in you. I’ve always been interested in you,” he says, “I don’t carry around binders full of color swatches just for any ol’ woman I want to sleep with, are you kidding me?”

“Chan shut up! I’m being serious!”

“I know, I know—“ he giggles, avoiding your playful slap to his arm. “I am, too. I’m serious.”

And taking a step forward, Chan leans down into you once again. It’s not the first kiss that the two of you have shared, and hell, not even of the night.

But it was different. It was new in all of the ways that love is and can be. The blossoming feeling of being seen and held by the one person that you wish to perceive you.

Walking back inside as the catering staff begin cleaning up the remains of the evening, Chan turns to you and takes a deep breath, as if somewhat insecure about where to go now.

“So,” he begins, the word exhaled through his mouth as if attempting to mask it to be as unheard as possible. “Want to come back to my place, then?”

You look at him with feigned surprise before replying, “aww, look at you. You look so shy now. What happened to tough guy in the bathroom a few hours back?”

“Tough guy has to perform now, if you say yes. Remember what I said about pressure?” Chan laughs in response.

You lean in to whisper, as to not allow any passerby into your banter. “Are you warning me of something?”

“Doubtful, but imagine how good it’s going to be if you go in with low expectations.”

“You’re so annoying.”

Turning off his car, you take a deep breath before grabbing your bags and moving towards crawling out of the passenger side of the vehicle.

“Nervous?” he asks. It’s obvious, after all.

“A little, I guess? Kind of silly since I’m a grown woman.”

“Not really, pretty normal,” he says, opening the car door and ushering himself out as well. “On the bright side, you don’t have to climb any flights of stairs, my building elevator works.”

“Elevator? After everything you said about mine! Jerk.”

Finally stepping foot into the mans apartment, you realize in the moment that you had never given even an inkling of a thought to what it would look like prior.

Nice furnishings, a clean kitchen area, and a bed that’s made — despite a relatively small apartment, it was well kept, and if you didn’t know any better you would think that he weren’t a single man at all.

“Want anything to drink?” he asks from behind you, rustling around with keys and coats by the door. You hum in response that you don’t need anything.

The next thing you know, you’re being hauled off towards the bedroom, in a set of arms much more muscular than you ever remember them being.

Dropping you back first onto the mattress, Chan wastes no timing climbing up the length of your body and nestling himself between your legs — mouths making contact yet again, and more needy than ever before — Chan only stops long enough to pull his own shirt off and over his head, thrown across his bedroom before settling back down and against you.

It lasts only momentarily, however — the heat of the moment quickly over taking him as he becomes acutely aware of how much clothing you are wearing and how much he desperately does not want that to be the case. Ushering himself up and onto his knees, he begins fingering at the buttons of your blouse, and smiles as your own hands reach down towards the buttons of your slacks.

“Can I take this off?” Chan asks hurriedly, already gently pulling you up and off of the mattress as if he anticipates the affirmative response. He receives it, of course, and slings the fabric along with the previously discarded of his own.

“In a rush?” you giggle, lying back down and watching his hands work in a rush against all of the confines keeping the distance between his skin and your own intact.

“A little bit, should I slow down?”

“No, it’s okay, we have more time for slowing down in the future.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Chan responds, motioning himself in reverse to create space to pull your pants from your legs. “That reminds me though, be my girlfriend?”

“You’re asking me now?” you laugh, the only clothing remaining on your body a pair of panties.

“Should I wait until i’m in?”

“You should shut up.”

“I’ll take that as a 'yes’ then.”

Chan makes fast work of his own jeans, kicking them along with his boxer briefs off before climbing back onto the bed, and you realize that you’re staring.

And unfortunately, that he notices, too. A cheeky grin, followed by a bright redness to his ears. It’s not often that you see him shy, but you can’t help but enjoy the sight.

Well, both sights.

Reaching down and hooking fingers into the remaining fabric, he pulls them from you and wastes no time pressing two fingers against — and then into you. A dull stretch, relieving in a sense — the feeling that this is finally going to happen, and apparently you had desired it much more than you had thought going in.

Chan leans down, pressing his mouth against yours only to trail his lips down your jaw, up and over towards your ear. Gently pressing his hand into you, you exhale a whiny — and you can hear the way it makes his own breath hitch.

“I want you,” he whispers into you, and if not for the fact that you knew it would finally happen, you might be annoyed by the admission.

“Please,” is all you can groan out, but thankfully, it’s all that he needs.

Pulling back and off of you again, Chan leans over to his dresser, opening the small wooden drawer and fishing out a plastic packet before ripping it open with his teeth and gently motioning it along himself.

As Chan leans back down into you, you feel the beginning of his gentle intrusion — guided by his hand in the beginning, then by the sharp inhale of your breath at the stretch. Forearms flat against the mattress on either side of your head, biting into your lip and eyes screwed shut — Chan groans under his breath as he presses himself all of the way into you, fully buried in your warm, wetness.

“God—“ he exhales into your mouth, you swallow it down happily, his admission of submission to you. “You feel amazing.”

“You feel—“ you begin, feeling as though it necessary of you to meet him halfway in the discussion. After all, no one likes to be left hanging all alone. But it’s the slow, drag of his pull out, followed by another velvety push inside that catches the words in your throat and only allows them out in the form of a groaned out “fuck.”

Only a few more strokes before Chan is able to get his head screwed on properly again — enough to make use of himself at least — and settles into a slow, strong pace against you. Bringing a hand up, he finds your hair and wraps fingers into it — not pulling, but as if you keep you grounded, keep you in place for him — for the both of you, in a way.

“Ch-Chan, I—“ you whisper against his cheek, voice shaky and seemingly already fucked out. 

He snaps his attention to, albeit a bit surprised by the fact. “Already?”

You nod quickly. Followed by a sigh of relief from him.

“Oh thank God, I'm so cl-close—“

Digging your nails into his strong shoulders, you feel your abdomen tighten in impending release, and it’s only a few more strokes before he’s pulling it from you — teeth gritted hard, unsure about the potential of a noise complaint from any neighboring people and not wanting to risk it — you groan loudly into the flesh of his arm, only causing him to meet you the same — three, four especially hard, rough pounds against you before he’s clenching his eyes shut and emptying into the barrier between you.

Rolling off of you to lie in next, chests heaving even in spite of the short session, Chan tosses his arm across his face and chuckles to himself after only a minute or two of silence between you.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for weeks.”

You giggle, snuggling up towards him. “Yeah? I could tell.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” he snaps back, bringing his closest arm to you up and around you. “Give me time, it’s been a while, alright?”

Tying off the condom eventually and getting up for glasses of water, he hands you one as the both of you sit at the edge of the bed.

“Burgundy and gold, right?”

The sudden thought catches you off guard, because what does that have to do with anything?

“Wh-what—?”

“Your wedding colors, burgundy and gold, was it?”

And now you’re really caught off guard, because he…remembered that?

“Yes, how do you remember that?”

You watch him smile, looking down into his glass of water before turning back towards you with his grin never diminishing. Chan leans in and kisses you on the forehead delicately before answering the question.

“Gonna be important,” he begins, “can’t hire you to work your own event, now can I?”

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—this is a oneshot, there will be no part 2.

THE WOLF KING - A BANG CHAN SERIES

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CHAPTER THREE: OUR LUNA

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Fantasy AU, Werewolf!Chan, MDNI

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Long before you were born the war between the kingdoms of humans and supernatural creatures began. No one ever knew the true cause of it, but humans were forbidden to ever enter the woods that bordered their lands. But you were never one to follow laws, you had always felt drawn to the beauty of the woods and never have you once felt in danger there. One day you come across a large black wolf watching you in the distance. It never approached you, but it watched you as you would lay against a tree in the sunlight and read your favorite books. From that moment on you would always see it, watching you. You felt as if it was protecting you. You would smile at it and never dare go near it. Little did you know, that the wolf who watched you carefully, was not just any wolf, but also a man, the man they called the wolf king.

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After the beautiful moment you both had shared by the lake Chan carried you back to his room, the room you both would share after your wedding. Though at this point you both didn’t want to be separated at all. Not after finally giving yourselves to each other. You spend the night making love til you were both absolutely spent. You were addicted to each other's touch, to each other's kisses, to the pleasure that you gave each other. You were sure that everyone in the castle could hear your cries as he claimed you over and over. Whimpering and whining for each other as you both whispered “I love you.”  

It was now morning and you woke up to him no longer beside you. Your heart sank at the feeling, but you were sure it was because he had matters to attend to. He was the king, and you were not his queen just yet. You blushed and held the sheet to your chest as maids entered the room. They ran you a hot bath which you took gladly, the water helped soothe you from being so sore after the passionate night you had with Chan. Once you were done you were presented with multiple dresses to wear for the day. This was something that would take a bit to get used to. You never had such lavish things, or people to wait on you. 

You found yourself exploring the castle, wanting to find the library. You walked past one of the large windows and stared out into the garden taking in the beautiful flowers now bright and vibrant in the sunlight. 

“Your highness.” You jumped and turned around wide eyed to see Changbin standing behind you. You held a hand to your chest as you let out a sigh of relief. 

“You scared me.” You breathed out and chucked. “What did I tell you about calling me that? You don’t have to.” He smiled gently at you and nodded. 

“Apologies Y/n.” He said quietly. “I saw you looked a little bit lost so I wanted to see if you needed anything. Have you eaten yet?” He asked softly.  You smiled softly at him and nodded. 

“Yes, Chan had the maids bring me breakfast this morning.” You said softly. “I was actually looking for the library. Or to see if there is one.” 

“There is one. Follow me, I’ll show you.” He said softly. He led you down the hall to a big doorway and pushed open the doors for you. Your eyes widened at the size of it. You walked in and looked around in awe. You had never seen so many books in your life. “We try to get as many books from the human kingdom as we can, as well as having a large amount of books on the history of supernatural creatures as well. You can find pretty much everything there.” You looked at Changbin and smiled. 

“Thank you for showing me the way.” You said softly and reached up to ruffle his hair. HIs eyes widened and he blushed before smiling softly. 

“Anytime, y/n.” He said softly. “If you ever need something when Chan isn’t available you’re bound to bump into at least one of us, so do not hesitate to ask us for anything.” He bowed at you before leaving you alone in the library. You spent time browsing through the books before settling on a book on the history of mermaids. You read it intently as you sat along a windowsill taking in the warmth from the sunlight as it shined on you. You were happy you had a chance to read and learn about the lore and history of the supernatural creatures. You were to be their queen so you wanted to learn as much as you could. Hours passed by as you read about the beautiful mermaids of the sea, and how they can transform into human form on land. 

“You look so beautiful, little pup.” Your heart leapt out of your chest and you looked up to see Chan leaning against a bookshelf gazing at you softly. You blushed and closed the book as he approached you and placed it to the side. “I missed you.” He whispered softly as he pressed his lips to your forehead, He caressed your cheek and smiled down at you. “I could barely focus on my meeting today, all I could think about was you.” He breathed out. 

Your cheeks turned a deep red at his words and you pulled him close to press your lips against his. He sighed happily into your lips and pulled you even closer. He slipped his hands between your legs and spread them wide. He moved between them and pressed into you as he deepened the kiss. You shivered at the feeling and pulled away to look at him shyly with a blush. He smirked and nuzzled his face in your neck and nipped at your skin. 

“My King.” You whimpered at the feeling and he let out a low growl into your neck. “N-Not here.” You added as he pushed your dress up until your bottom half was completely exposed to him.  He quickly got down on his knees and ripped away your undergarments. You gasped and arched as you felt his mouth against your core. “Chan!” You cried softly. You whimpered and covered your face in embarrassment. “My King, what if someone sees?” You mewled out as he devoured your core. 

“Let them see My Queen.” He growled into your wet core. “Let them see how good I make you feel. Let them see how you’re mine.” He slipped two fingers inside you and bit at your hand to suppress your moans. Your legs trembled as your back laid flush against the window.  Your other hand tangled in his locks as he pumped his fingers rapidly in you making you cry into your hand. He looked up at you and pulled your hand away from your mouth. “Don’t you dare try and hide those beautiful sounds. I want to hear you my little pup.” He ordered softly before attaching his mouth to your clit. You could feel your orgasm coming as you tightened around his fingers. 

“That’s it my love. Cum for me.” He groaned out. You came undone around his fingers with a loud cry. Your body shook and your eyes rolled back as your hips rocked into his mouth. Chan almost came at the sight of you. He licked his lips clean and moved up to kiss you softly. You whimpered into his lips and when he pulled away you saw him stare behind you. “It looks like we are not alone, my love.” Your eyes followed to where Chan was looking and you saw Hyunjin standing there. His face was flushed and he kept his eyes to the ground. 

“I’m so sorry.” Hyunjin whispered out. “Her scent, it just, I couldn’t stop myself from following it.” He looked at you and Chan both nervously. His eyes lingered on your bare legs and he gulped at the sight. Chan moved to him and pressed his hand to his forehead. 

“Your rut is starting.” Chan said softly and Hyunjin nodded with a deep blush. “You came to your Luna for help. ” He said softly as he looked at you. “Our Luna must help the pack whenever they’re in need.” You looked at them both in confusion and Chan walked back to you. “He’s in heat and would like you to help him. Can you do it my love?” Your eyes widened at his words and you looked to Hyunjin who was staring at your exposed skin in hunger. You shook under his gaze and looked at Chan nervously. 

“At some point all the boys will turn to you for help until they find their own mates. I trust him to not hurt you or mark you.” He said softly as he caressed your cheek. “But I will not force you my love. You’re human so it’s strange for you. But I know your heart and body are mine.” You let out a shaky breath and your heart pounded. 

"If you are okay with it, you will be loved by more than just me." He caressed your cheek softly. "They will love you just as strongly." You looked over to Hyunjin who was staring at you with such longing it made your heart flutter. You shouldn't be okay with this, but for some reason you couldn't bare to say no.

“Hyunjin.” You called softly. His lust filled eyes met yours and he bit his lip hard. You reached out to him and he immediately rushed into your arms. Chan smiled softly at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Chan are you sure?" You asked quietly.

“Treat him well my love. I’ll leave you both.” He said softly before leaving. Your eyes followed Chan as he left the library and then looked down to Hyunjin. He buried his face in your neck and kissed at your skin as his hands ran up your thighs. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling and your ran your fingers through his long brown locks. 

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” He asked shyly. You blushed deeply at his words and nodded. He pressed his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle and slow. His fingers found your wet core and he brushed fingers against you core. You were so sensitive from what Chan had just did and you couldn’t stop yourself from whining into his mouth. He pulled away from you and looked at you softly. “Let me take you somewhere more comfortable.” He whispered softly. He picked you up bridal style and you let out a soft squeal. He chuckled as he carried you further into the library where there was multiple divans and a lit up fireplace. He set you down on your get and looked into your eyes.

“May I undress you?” He asked softly as his hands wandered to the ties on the back of your dress. You blushed and nodded as he untied them with ease and soon your dress slid off of you leaving you completely exposed in front of the younger male. His eyes wandered as he took in your body. “So beautiful.” He whispered as his fingers grazed your hips. “What I’d give to paint you Luna.” He whispered as his lips brushed against yours. 

“Hyunjin.” You breathed out as you looked into his eyes softly. “Don’t be nervous.” You caressed his cheek. “Chan trusts you then so do I and I want to help you. Please tell me what you need.” You said softly. He looked deep into your eyes. 

“I need to be inside you.” He let out in a whimper. He pressed his lips to yours and picked you up gently before laying you on the giant divan. He pulled away and began to strip off his clothes. Your eyes watched as your heart pounded. Once he was completely bare for you, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking in his beautiful body. He was skinnier but toned and looked like something crafted from the gods. Your eyes blushed as they landed on his long and curved member.  Not as thick as Chan’s but still very big. He stared at you as if waiting for a command. 

“Don’t hold back.” You said softly. “Come here.” He growled softly at your words and settled between your legs. His large hand gripped your hip as he kissed across your chest. He sucked at your nipple eagerly as his other hand brushed over your swollen and wet sex. He slid three fingers into you easily and you let out a soft moan. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth continued to devour your breasts.  You rocked your hips and whimpered as you felt his fingers hit deep within you. His name escaped your lips in a soft moan which made him look up to you with such need.

“Say it again.” He whispered as he curled his fingers inside you causing you to cry out. You complied and gladly moaned out his name. “God you are the most beautiful thing on this earth.” He growled out. He pulled his fingers out of you and lined the tip of his cock with your entrance. He looked deep into your eyes and he slowly pushed himself in. You stared at him as his eyes rolled back and his brows furrowed. It was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. He spread your legs wide and looked down to watch his cock move in and out of you as he began to rock himself into you. The sight of your core taking him all the way making him moan loudly. “You’re taking me so well.” 

You were a blushing mess as you writhed beneath him feeling the tip of his cock already hitting spots that made your mind become foggy. He wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled you closer to him. Now you were straddling him as he thrusted up into you. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him go even deeper and you couldn’t stop the cries from leaving your mouth. He pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss as his thrusts became more rough and violent. Your legs trembled as you cried out into his mouth. 

He held you by your waist and pounded into you rapidly. Both of your moans and cries for each other could definitely be heard throughout the library. You felt your second orgasm approaching and you sobbed out for him. He never took his eyes off of you as he too felt his climax coming and soon you were both coming undone together as you clung to each other desperately. You felt his hot seed spill inside of you as you buried your face in his chest. He growled as he pulled out of you and laid you on your stomach. His hands ran up your thighs and gripped your hips to raise them in the air. He lined up against you again already hard and slammed deep inside you. Causing you to scream out. 

Hyunjin slammed his hips relentlessly against yours. His need and want to breed you flooded his mind. All he cared about was watching you cry for him as he made a filthy mess of your cunt. Watching your face twist in joy at the feeling of his cum spilling inside you. You were too lost in the feeling as he continued to use you for his needs. You didn’t even know if you would be able to cum again but you didn’t care. You wanted to please him and help him through his time of need. You were his Luna after all. His fingers found your clit and he rubbed it rapidly. The feeling made you cry out as you moved to get away. The feeling was too much. But he pulled you back and continued desperate to feel you cum on his cock again.  

“H-Hyunjin!” You cried out as you buried your face into the cushion of the divan. Your legs began to shake violently and your core clenched around him once again. 

“That’s it. Please again.” He begged softly as he pounded into you. You clenched around his cock and came once more. Your body going limp beneath him. He held you up by your waist as he pounded into you for a little longer before finally cumming inside you again. But he was not done. No, his rut was far from over. He needed more and you were gladly going to let him have his fill.

oh look another surprise. :3 hehehe. who do you think she will help next? or will it just be a moment of passion between her and one of the pack. Chan does love to share. So much happening and they haven't even had the wedding yet. >:)

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THE WOLF KING - A BANG CHAN SERIES

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Fantasy AU, Werewolf!Chan, MDNI

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Summary: Long before you were born the war between the kingdoms of humans and supernatural creatures began. No one ever knew the true cause of it, but humans were forbidden to ever enter the woods that bordered their lands. But you were never one to follow laws, you had always felt drawn to the beauty of the woods and never have you once felt in danger there. One day you come across a large black wolf watching you in the distance. It never approached you, but it watched you as you would lay against a tree in the sunlight and read your favorite books. From that moment on you would always see it, watching you. You felt as if it was protecting you. You would smile at it and never dare go near it. Little did you know, that the wolf who watched you carefully, was not just any wolf, but also a man, the man they called the wolf king.

Preview: "From the moment I first saw you in those woods, I knew you were meant to be mine."

A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work! Let me know if you wish to be on the tagged list.

THE MASTERLIST:

~ THE PROLOGUE ~ CHAPTER ONE: MY LITTLE PUP ~ CHAPTER TWO: BATHED IN MOONLIGHT ~ CHAPTER THREE: OUR LUNA ~ CHAPTER FOUR: WRITTEN IN THE STARS ~ CHAPTER FIVE: HONEY AND ROSES ~ CHAPTER SIX: WOLFSBANE ASH ~ CHAPTER SEVEN: OURS ~ CHAPTER EIGHT: UGLY DUCKLING

~ CHAPTER NINE: MINE TO LOVE

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welcome to my corner of delusion.

The SKZ House (series)

Summary: When you, down on your luck and looking for a place to live, see the Sigma Kappa Zeta fraternity ad for an "In-House Stay", you apply and are accepted. Your duties? Cooking...cleaning...oh, and pleasing your assigned members: Hwang Hyunjin and Bang Chan.

Chapter One: Of Breakups & New Housing

Chapter Two: Of Ex's & Tesla's

Chapter Three: Of Blowjobs & Birthdays

Chapter Four: Of Pineapples & Punishment

Chapter Five: Of Mirrors & Lessons

Chapter Six: Of Joy Rides & Hot Tubs

Chapter Seven: Of Watching & Submiting

Chapter Eight: Of Drive-Ins & Wishes

Chapter Nine: Of Halloween & Hallways

Chapter Ten: Of Yin & Yang

Chapter Eleven: Of Triple N's & Multiple O's

Chapter Twelve: Of Delays & Professor Bang

Chapter Thirteen: Of Girl Talk & Berry

Chapter Fourteen: Of Surprises & Closets

Chapter Fifteen: Of Showers & Cabins

Chapter Sixteen: Of Chan & Cuffs

Chapter Seventeen: Of Futures & Flights

Chapter Eighteen: Of Beaches & Baclonies

Chapter Nineteen: Of Chokers & Christmas

Chapter Twenty: Of Father's & Basements

Chapter Twenty-One: Of Rotations & Doors

Chapter Twenty-Two: Of Seungmin and Karaoke

Chapter Twenty-Three: Of You (Chan POV)

Chapter Twenty-Four: Of Changbin and Roses (Coming Soon)

References:

SKZ House Photo Book (to help you picture certain scenes)

[1:20 am]

pairing; bangchan x reader; soft smut

word count; 0.3k

tw; boob/nipple sucking, insecurity, comfort, reader has small tits, orgasm -_-

laid on your boyfriend's bed the sound of his keyboard lulling you to sleep wearing one of his sleeveless shirts as a dress it fitted you, carelessly staring at the tv.

that was when you started staring at your chest. you never liked it, how small your breasts seemed compared to other girls your age. it always bothered you but chris always took your doubts away with his sweet words.

"honey you there?" he chuckled after calling you a few times, "um yes" you answered, your voice like a whisper, empty from the joy that usually fills it and he noticed. "yeah" you said sitting on his bed trying to cover your chest. "come on, they're beautiful okay?" he sat next to you understanding the issue.

you swallowed a sob "just lemme show you how cute and pretty they are okay?" he whispered in your ear kissing down your neck. "yes please" you breathed, " nah-ah baby you don't need to say please for anything today okay? i just want to to feel good" he cooed kissing your collarbones

he cupped your breasts over your shirt whispering "see? it's so cute and small, they even fit in my hands"; his hot breath tickling you and you let a sigh. he took your shirt off leaving you only with your panties and exposing you jiggling breasts. "oh look at that" with that he pinned your back on the headboard sucking on the skin between your chest and moving and sucking around your left nipple.

you let out small breaths as chris pinched your right nipple and keeping it between his fingers. he continued sucking on you and his other hand going down to draw quick circles on your clothed clit to push you of the edge. your orgasm approaching fastly as you ended up coming on your underwear and his fingers.

"see how pretty they are now?" he chuckled handing you your shirt and helping you wear it. "they're not that bad are they?" you giggled back and hugged him tight kissing his plush lips. "they're perfect " he said caging you in his embrace, turning off the lights and dozing off to sleep

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"It's aright, Sunshine." (l.f)

plot; seeing Felix cry was never easy. But it's different as he cries while staring into the crowd of people who support him most.

paring; idol!Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

genre; fluff, comfort,

word count; 1.0k

warnings; 9th member, Felix is crying, established relationships, pet names

request; no

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It was their last concert of their tour, and they were wrapping up the last few songs. STAY was jumping and screaming as the group all danced around happily. Felix had started to get the feels a little before their last two songs.

 Felix had a love for STAYs that was unexplainable. They made him into the person he was. He loved them more than he would be able to explain. He wanted to be able to make them happy. Which he did all the time!! There was just that worry that he was disappointing them in some way. But this concert was proving him wrong. 

The STAYs had something planned. They had all written on some paper airplanes and started throwing them on stage. The nine members had all ditched their choreo, curious in the planes. They started making rounds over the stage, waving and greeting STAYs as they picked up the papers and read over them. 

Felix was so baffled by the act of STAYs. He read every word on the papers. Taking them to heart. At some point, he had backed up into the middle. He covered his face up with his green rag, gazing into the crowd with his teary eyes. At some point he broke, sobs beginning to rack his body as he stared at the many people in the stadium. 

(y/n) hopped around next to Jeongin, hyping him up as he sang his part. She was careful not to step on any of the planes that were still being tossed onto the stage. She glanced back when she realized Felix wasn’t doing rounds anymore. A frown coated her face. She tucked her microphone into the pocket of her jeans and walked over to the man in the middle. 

“Oh, Felix, baby..” She hushed. She gently wiped his tears with her thumbs. “What's wrong, dear?” She tilted her head, her hair flopping to the side. Felix stammered out some words which were all kinda just jumbled. But the motion to the planes and the crowd was enough info for her. Felix quickly gripped onto his lover, sobbing into her shoulder. 

The other members had taken notice of this. “Felix, whats up?” Chan rushed over, looking at (y/n). She motioned to the crowd. “Happy tears.” She said simply. “Awe, Felix!” Chan cooed into the microphone. “Stay! You made him cry!” Changbin said into the microphone, sending a playful glare to the crowd. The stadium filled with ‘awess!’. 

“Come on, Lixie, one more song yeah?” (y/n) said after she took her mic out and turned it back on. Felix nodded, following the group as they all began to sing their final song of the night. They all stayed more huddled together. Felix was hugging everyone, more than once even. Some short, some longer. He was making his rounds, waving and picking up planes. It went on like that for a little while longer before it was time to leave. They all bid their goodbyes, heading into the back rooms.

That's where Felix let himself cry and cry as he read more of the papers. “Come here, Felix,” Changbin said, waving him over. He hugged him, holding his phone up. Felix muttered something. Changbin hit the record button on the phone. “What was that?” He said. “Huh?” Felix stood off his shoulder a bit. He frowned. “Say it again,” Changbin said. Felix turned and scoffed. “Dont film me-!” Felix pushed the phone away. Changbin snickered, only to get scolded by Chan a few seconds later, causing him to pout. He still ended up posting it on bubble.

With a huff he turned to his girlfriend, who was laying on the couch in front of the fan. Felix sniffled and crawled on top of her, hiding his face in her neck. “Oof-” She grunted as the male's weight was laid on her. She didn’t mind though. She rubbed his back. “Hi, Sunshine..” She hushed. “Hi.” He sniffled. They had been dating for about two years now. It was still private to STAYs, but not to the other members. They fully supported them.

“I’m sorry for crying so much.” Felix sniffled as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I probably looked so stupid.. Ugh, and it's all over the internet now..” He groaned into her neck. “It's alright, Sunshine,” (y/n) picked up his head to look at her. She wiped his tears. “You’re not stupid. You were overwhelmed by all the love from Stay,” She said. “It's a lot, you had every right to cry,” She added. Felix nodded a little. “Besides, crying is good for you, dove, don’t worry.” She kissed his nose. 

Felix smiled and pecked her lips. “Thank you, starlight,” He hushed. “Ewww! No sucking faces on the same couch i’m on!” Seungmin whined, pushing their feet off the couch. This caused loud giggles to emit from everyone in the room. Seungmin grumbled to himself before going back on his phone. “She is right, Lix. It's okay to cry. We all do.” Chan pipped in as he sat on the floor to stretch his sore legs.

Felix would always be so grateful for his members. For STAY. They were always so good to him, sometimes he was in disbelief it was all real. But it was moments like these where he was so glad to have all of them. They truly meant the world to him. He would do anything to keep it just like this forever.

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this was a little idea. i don't think it was written very well but its whatever- i hope youre all doing wellll!! stay safe out there, lovies! muwahh!!

all writing rights reserved to @his-angell do not repost or translate my work without my permission.

Thinking about giving Minho a handjob on the couch, with you sitting on the floor between his legs, his pretty thighs decorated with bites and bruises. "Come on, Min. I need you to cum for me," you tell him, your hands moving up and down his length. He whines, shaking his head. He can't cum, not anymore. Not when he already has twice in a row, his poor cock all red at the tip while his own cum serves as lubricant, making an obscene squelch with every move of your hand. It was a mess, your black shirt and hands sputtered with his milky white, the leather of the couch all wet and sticky, while his face is all wet from the tears and droll.

"C-can't—" he manages to stutter out before his eyes roll to the back of his head, his body tensing up as your hand focuses on his tip. "T-too sensitive, fuck—" He whimpers, his length twitching in your grasp. "I can't stop yet, darling," you coo at him, licking at the droplet of cum that's sitting on his thigh, "not until you cum for me again. Can you do that? Are you gonna cum for me again, sweet boy?"

He doesn't answer, not when your thumb grazes against his frenulum that has him convulsing under you, his spent cock shooting out strings of white as best as it could. He's crying now at this point as you milk him dry, squeezing out every last drop of his seed. He doesn't know if he feels dizzy from the intensity of his orgasm or it was because of how you climbed unto his lap, your clean hand grabbing his face squeezing his jaw open, only for you to make him taste his own cum.

He thinks it was the latter.

cw: a/b/o verse, hybrid!changbin, hybrid!reader, degradation, size kink, breeding kink, cervix kissing (do not attempt irl), changbin is a stud in a breeding farm, reader is in heat, implied mutiple orgasms, marking kink (idk if that's a thing)

a/n: lowkey wanting to turn this into a whole fic but its nearly 2 in the morning and i need sleep

[01:41 am]

"God, such a tight fucking cunt." Changbin says as he fucks you from behind, his large frame caging your smaller one. "Gonna fucking empty my balls inside you. You wouldn't mind, right?" You mewl at his words, too lost to even comprehend what he just said. The feeling of his large cock rearranging your guts in all the right places takes over your system, turning you into a moaning mess.

You were in heat, to begin with, so you were brought to a breeding farm where they ended up pairing you with one of their best studs, known for his pedigree, stamina, and genes, ensuring that you'll bear high quality pups in the future.

You can feel his knot growing against you with every thrust, making you whine every time it gets caught with the entrance of your cunt, only bringing you closer to another orgasm. Was it your 5th? 6th even? You didn't know. You've lost count after the 3rd one and if it were any ordinary day, you would have tapped out moments ago.

"M-more, Changbin, please--" You slurred out, arching your back towards him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head once his cock kisses your cervix, nearly breaching it. "Dumb mutt wants more, huh? Is your heat turning you into a cock-drunk whore?" Changbin says with a chuckle as he lands a spank on your ass, loving the way how your flesh jiggles upon impact. "Yes, yes, please need your cum. Wanna feel your knot inside me." You begged-- more like cried out. Tears were already streaming from your eyes at how overwhelming everything feels. Slick was running down your quivering thighs and into the sheets below you while your skin burns at the intensity of Changbin's grip om your hip every time he pulls you back to meet his brutal pace.

"Fuck, yes-- have my pups. I'm gonna breed you so full, I might as well mark you and make you my bitch. Your pussy feels too good to be claimed by other alphas on your next heat." He says as he leans into you, making his cock sink even deeper. You practically scream at the sensation, feeling so full and used, goosbumps forming on your skin as soon as you feel him nosing against the juncture between your neck and shoulder, inhaling your scent. His tail flicks with interest, the temptation of just sinking his teeth into your skin lingers in his mind.

"Ngh, please. Make me yours then. Mark me, alpha," Changbin knows that it was just your heat talking, but god does it spur him on hearing you beg like that.

With your walls clenching around him so tight, he couldn't help but just sink his teeth into your neck, making you cum on the spot with a silent scream, your body convulsing under him.

"You're fucking mine now, you got that? You're my bitch now and I'm gonna give you my knot so you better take it."

How do you think the members would react if you asked them to sit on their face?👀

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chan is a full bodied pleaser and would die inside if his s/o asked him if they could sit on his face. it's like a treat! he'd be super gentle at first and not rush you, but once he's into it, man get into it. I'm talking hands hooked over your thighs to keep you in place, roaming occasionally up your back to feel how heavy you're breathing, tugging you down tighter so that he has almost no breathing room. he wouldn't be able to contain his own moans and hips would be rutting into the air cus the sound of you feeling so good would have him heaving into a dry orgasm at the way you call his name. "god, you taste so fucking good. ah fuck, oh you're so tight, does my tongue feel good, baby?"

minho loves it in secret. he'll never admit that he likes when you ask for what you want, so used to just providing what he thinks is best. so when you ask if you can do all the work and he's just there to be used, his dick gets hard instantly. he'd make a fuss out of it at first and tease you because he thinks it's cute when you're flustered. also enjoys making you work for him to comply, resulting in you finally bursting in annoyance that, "the one time I want something specific, you won't just take it lying down!"

"I'm already on my back, if you wanted to sit on my face so badly, all you had to do was take off your pants and sit."

changbin expects you to ask for the things you want because he loves to spoil you, sitting on his face is no different except that it's his favorite thing to do. spoiling you rotten extends to the bedroom, wherein he won't stop until you're begging for him to. you could be shaking, limply hanging onto the headboard and he'd still be chasing you every time you try to pull away because he knows you can take one more. "don't you wanna feel good, baby? don't I make you feel good? you sound so pretty, I could do this all day. I will do this all day, won't you let me?"

hyunjin has never actually tried it before, but is more than willing to learn. he's gone down on you, made you cum from his mouth alone more than you could count. but having him just lay there and be used, used by you, it's uncharted territory he's eager to explore. he feels how careful you are when you initially position yourself over him and actually pulls your full weight onto him. actually moans with his whole chest when he realizes his tongue can reach so much deeper this way. he enjoys it even more when you start fucking his face and comes to terms with the fact that he can never go back because this was so much more pleasurable. "we're doing this every day, oh my god, I love this- I seriously can't get enough- sit more, you won't break me."

jisung loves the humiliation of it all, mostly the way that you look at him. he likes the way you make him feel so small and helpless, just there to please you. you don't actually ask him if you could sit on his face but rather order him to get on his back and open his mouth. he definitely loves it more than you do, though, he can't even sit still and gets scared when you threaten to stop if he can't. you have to degrade him into place, which only makes his cock throb harder. sometimes, if he's really not behaving, his ankles get tied to the bed posts just to keep him in one position. "no, please! I'll be good, please sit on me! I'll make you feel so good, I promise you won't be disappointed! if you are... well, I'm already tied up."

felix may be a little messy, but is very enthusiastic. he gets excited whenever you ask to sit on his face because it means you wanna be close to him, at least that's how he sees it. likes it more when you're looking at him, enjoys the eye contact while he makes you feel good. and when you grab his hair to still his head and ride his face, oh he almost cums on the spot and groans loudly into you. his hips will kick up and his cock slapping against his belly is too cute not to resist reaching back and taking him in your hand to him to rut into. he's actually a master at mutual masturbation, so multitasking isn't an issue- but lets save that for another day. "pull my hair harder- harder! love being so close to you. will you touch me, too? wanna cum together, please cum with me?"

seungmin will also tease you into oblivion for asking to sit on his face, but eventually leans into it more than he realizes. at first, he'll be so, so smug with that shit-eating grin he has and literally says, "ooh, you want me so bad~" like yes!! you do!! when you do get him to lay down and let you sit on his face, he loses his goddamn mind. like actually doesn't know what to do with himself cus he feels suffocated in you. gets so overly enthusiastic that he doesn't realize you already came and will continue to pull you into his mouth until you yank his head back by the hair. after that, he'll ask for you to sit on his face at least twice a week. "won't you please, please? I need it so bad, need to taste you, need to make you feel good. you can pull my hair! you like doing that! please, I'm begging you."

jeongin is also new to face sitting and is taken aback when you ask if you can. like hyunjin, but has a much more limited range of knowledge with what to do. obviously knows how to give his s/o head, but has never ventured as far as to be suffocated while doing it. soon understands the appeal, though, when he's got you all for himself and can relax while also enjoying the way you taste, the way you squirm, the way you call his name as you cum in his mouth then rest all your weight onto his face during the comedown. he moreso enjoys the closeness of it all, likes being able to just reach up and play with your tits as you cup your hand over his, pull his hair and nudge your clit against his nose. it lets him hand over a bit of control while still maintaining his ego. "don't look at me like that, you know you love it. isn't it fun? you're so cute when you think you're all big and strong, baby. it's okay, enjoy yourself while you still can."

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Mind Break

PAIRINGS: Seo Changbin x fem!reader

GENRE: Mature (smut, 18+)

CONTENT WARNINGS: just pure filth tbh, dubcon elements but it's all for the scene binnie wanted (pretend that they discussed this beforehand), thigh riding, anal fingering (f. rec), piss play, bin cums in reader's ass, bunch of dirty talking, bin calls reader bun/bunny, huge dom/sub dynamics. Let me know if i miss anything!

SYNOPSIS: After your boyfriend's constant teasing that left you sexually frustrated, he decides to play one last game with you: cum on his thigh within 5 minutes, or else you'll never get to cum at all.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k words

TAG LIST: @leyknowsbin, @goblinracha, @ch4nb4ng, @iadorethemskz, @abcdefgiwsmcty, @operation-steal-chans-laptop, @biribarabiribbaem, @chrisbahng

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you still mad at me?" Changbin has you trapped against the wall, his legs slotted in between yours, knee dangerously close to your cunt. "Fuck off, Changbin," is what you only tell him, trying so hard to make it seem like you are nowhere near flustered even though everything is completely the opposite.

Were you really mad at him? No. Not really. Maybe a little bit frustrated. He spent the whole week teasing you and pissing you off, and today, you had a particularly rough time at work, so him cornering you like this wasn't helping.

"Come on, Changbin. I need to shower," you say while you push him away from you, but he was strong, all those years spent in the gym now showing proving itself useful as he barely budges. "Not until you give me a kiss, you don't."

"Changbin, please. I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now."

It was true, you were nowhere near in the mood for his antics right now, but you still can't help but flush at the proximity between you and your boyfriend, especially when he finally presses his leg against your clothed core.

"I promise I'll let you go," he says, nudging against your cunt making your breath hitch against your throat, "but only if you do exactly as I say." He smiles at you, eyes turning into crescents as if he wasn't rubbing your sides sensually with a devious plan brewing up in his head. You'd say no, but Changbin really is stubborn, knowing that if you deny him again, he'll never stop bugging you. So with a groan, you drop your head in defeat, muttering "fine," under your breath.

Your boyfriend beams at that.

"Come on, sweetheart. It will be fun." He uses his fingers to tilt your head back by your chin to make you look at him without much resistance from you, embarrassingly so. Your cheeks heat up from the simple touch, making you almost forget that you were supposed to be mad at him.

Right. You were supposed to be mad at him.

"All you have to do—" you feel him press his knee against your core, making you gasp, "—is to make yourself cum on my leg. Then I'll let you shower."

Oh, ok. That's easy—

"But you have to do it in 5 minutes."

Fuck. That son of a bitch.

"Bin, you know I can't cum that quick—"

"Sure you can."

You can't. And he knows that. He knows what he's doing, and he's definitely doing it on purpose.

"If you can't, then I guess I can play with you just a little bit more."

Yup, he's definitely doing it on purpose.

"Binne, please," you whine. "You know I can't cum that quick, especially when I'm wearing jeans, and—"

Changbin clicks his tongue, and you can tell that his patience is running thin with the way he hastily undoes the button of your jeans before shoving it down to your knees together with your underwear. "Must I do everything myself?" He asks, obviously annoyed. "I'm already giving you a chance to relieve yourself but still you find a way to complain."

He doesn't give you time to respond and just slots his leg between your legs, your cunt now pressing against his thigh, making you gasp.

"Now move for me, pretty thing. Ride my thigh."

"Ch-Changbin, I—" he gives you a stern look, making you shut up almost instantly. So, with a pathetic whine, you grind against his clothed thigh, slowly dragging your cunt over the fabric until it goes damp because of your wetness. You use his arms for support as you continue, trying to find a good rhythym.

The pleasure is there, but dull and weak, the dry drag of your pussy against his thigh was far from giving you the pleasure that can make you cum, and time is already running out.

"Binnie, please, it's not gonna work—" you pout, grinding on him harder to add more pressure against your cunt, but it does nothing to help you.

"Then you gotta try harder, bunny."

You whine in defeat at his words. You are already trying, and you're trying as hard as you can. It's a game you know you can't win, and so you prepare yourself for your defeat, your shoulders slumping as you slow down your movements in both surrender and exhaustion.

"Giving up already, baby?" He asks you, and you nod, looking up at him with tears in your eyes and trembling lips. For a moment, he stays quiet, his features softening a little as concern now graces his features "Color?" he asks you softly this time, breaking character from his scene just to check up on you. Sure, there's nothing he loves more than playing with you like this, but god forbid he ends up pushing you against your own limit and hurting you.

You take a deep breath and compose yourself for a minute, now completely stilling your movements as you hold onto his shoulders to stabilize yourself. "Green, Binnie. I'm green, I'm fine," you reassure him with a breathy giggle, resting your forehead against his sturdy chest while he gives your sides comforting rubs, his gentle touches sending tingles on your skin.

"Good," he says, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "Now where were we?"

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You've been dating Seo Changbin long enough to get to know him well— long enough to read what mood he's in, long enough to know what his likes and dislikes are, long enough to know the things that keep him up at night, long enough to know what makes him feel better instantly. But there is one thing that you seem to not get a hang of that easily, and that is his duality.

One minute, he's your soft, gentle, caring boyfriend, and then a hot, dominant, and intimidating person the next. It never fails to give you a whiplash at how fast he changes his mood, his aura because how in the hell did he just manage to drag you into your shared bedroom, strip you naked, and have you all tied up in a blink of an eye?

With your hands and feet bound to your body using the blankets, he has your ass up and chest down, completely unable to move your hands and legs as you lay bare and vulnerable before him. Your poor aching cunt is leaking nonstop as he fingers your ass, leaving your pussy completely neglected, clenching in need.

Tears stream down your pretty face as you try to angle your hips even just a bit so that the fingers that aren't in your ass can graze your clit, even just a bit just so you can feel good, but all you get was a spank to your ass cheeks as a warning. "Stay still, bun. Do you really wanna go for another week without cumming?" he asks, his hand that just spanked you now returning to continue jerking himself off with the same pace he's fingering you opening, biting his lower lip to suppress the moan that threatened to slip past his throat at the feeling of your walls clenching around his digits.

"N-no," you reply, staying still just like what he asked for the sake of not being punished again. Maybe if you were good enough for him today, maybe he could change his mind and let you cum.

"Yeah, I know, bun," he teases the head of his cock with his hand, squeezing the tip to gather more precum. "Couldn't last an entire day without cumming, let alone for a week. I don't think a needy bunny like you can last not cumming for another week."

"Yes— yes. C-can't, I can't. Wan-wanna cum, please. I'll be good, I promise! Please, just let me cum, please," you mindlessly beg, drool now spilling past your lips when he adds a third finger in your ass, further spreading and scissoring you open that has you begging for your release.

"You'll be good for me? You promise?" Changbin sounds breathless when he asks you that, and you figured that he might be close. The thought of him being able to cum and you don't makes you cry harder and chant, "Yes, yes! I'll be good, I'll do anything. I'll be your good girl, just please, let me cum!"

You hear him hum as if he's taking your words into his consideration and stops fingering you, resorting to prod around your stretched-out rim, but really, he's just trying to rile you up even more.

"I haven't really pissed in a while, bunny," he says, his fingers now moving again. "And I really need to go soon. I hope you don't mind me using your hole for that."

"Anything, I'd do anything, Binnie. Anything for you," you mindlessly respond, your hands tugging at the restraints a bit. "Just, please, let me cum."

Changbin takes your word for it and strokes himself faster, now groaning at your desperation. "So, so good for me, my bunny. You'd let me do whatever I want with you just so you can cum, huh?" You nod against the sheets, blinking the tears away from your eyes as you writhe under him.

"Whatever you say, bun."

You feel him pull his fingers out, only to be replaced by his cock, the sudden but welcomed intrusion making you scream against the sheets. "Fuck, bunny. Still so tight around me," he says before shallowly thrusting in your hole before he cums without warning, shooting his load and painting your walls.

"Take it, just like that— fuck, baby, clenching around me so fuckin' tight, gonna take my piss in too? Hmm?"

It didn't take long before the warmth of his cum slowly gets mixed with something less sticky, and before you knew it, he was already relieving himself inside of you with an unrestrained moan. "O-oh, oh my God, Bin—" you moan out in realization, feeling his piss just spill inside of you until it was too much for your ass to handle as it starts to seep around his softening cock, down your thighs and legs, and into the sheets bellow.

"That's it, bunny— jesus— just fucking take it in that ass of yours."

He finishes with a twitch of his cock before he slowly pulls out, piss and cum now starting to leak out of you but not before long because he has you stuffed again with a plug that he has stashed near him.

You lay there, out of breath, the stench of both sex and piss fogging your senses as your pussy clenches around nothing. Your boyfriend all but sighs as he rubs the spot on your ass where he last spanked it, admiring the blooming print of his hand on your skin. "Think you can keep my piss and cum for me, bun?" He asks you, and you nod again, too deep into the headspace to even give him a snarky remark about how filthy he's made you.

"That's my good bunny," he says, now undoing the makeshift restraint from your body. "Keep it in for me and I'll give you your reward, yeah? I promise Binnie is gonna make you cum because you've been so good for me today."

Dirty Bunny • lmh

PAIRINGS: lee know x fem!reader

GENRE: mature (smut) 18+

CONTENT WARNINGS: sex (quick, act surprised!), piss play, watersports, consensual video recording, p in v, creampies, degradation, humiliation, dom/sub dynamics, pain play (pussy slapping), mean dom!minho, sub!reader, just really filthy smutty writing.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

A/N: ... very self indulgent, enjoy.....

MDNI ‼️

"M-Minho... I-I can't," you pitifully say, physically shuddering as your body warns you for the nth time that you needed to pee, the urge coming at you like a wave that washes all over your body. You wanted to relieve yourself so bad you feel like your bladder is about to burst, but Minho doesn't let you. Well... at least not yet.

He wanted to see how long you can last, how long until he can turn you into a sobbing and whining mess. He wanted to see you beg and break, loves how glossy your eyes get when you look at him, loves how fuckable you'd always look.

Clad with nothing but a flimsy tank top and some grey shorts with no panties (as per Minho's request), he has you seated in the bed, legs spread open as your back leans against his sturdy chest with his phone recording the two of you from a distance, properly propped on a tripod he bought specifically for moments like this.

"Try holding it in just a little bit longer, bun," he says against your ear, chin propped up on your shoulder just to get a view of your clothed pussy from behind, his own legs keeping your own open. "Min, I-I really can't anymore— fuck, c-can't hold it in anymore, I really can't!" He hears the desperation in your voice, high-pitched and whiny, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you try your best to hold it in. "P-please, Minnie. I can't— I feel like I'm gonna burst."

He already sees the dark patch on the crotch area of your shorts already growing by the second, your hips moving like crazy as you try to stop the flow. Minho only grows only harder at the sight.

"Dirty bunny, you really want to make a mess?" he says, sneaking a hand right around your waist only to slap your clothed cunt, making you cry out. "Your slutty little shorts are already sticking to your pussy, bun. Look at this," he says, cupping your heat over the fabric before pressing his fingers against the wet patch. "Your greedy little cunt just always wants to have it her way, huh?" You whine at his words, now watching the way his fingers trace the outline of your cunt before he taps at your aching clit, almost making you scream. "Minho— fuck! S-stop, oh my god, I-I might pee, please!"

You were sensitive, everything feels sensitive at this point. You fear that if Minho were to keep on messing with you like this, you might not be able to hold it in any longer.

"You're in no place to tell me to stop, little one," he replies sternly, giving your clit a harsh flick before putting his hand inside your shorts to finally touch your bare cunt. "You're already leaking, bun. Are you not embarrassed? Didn't I train you enough?" He shows no mercy in touching you down there, his fingers dragging over your slit before circling your clit. It had you moaning, hips lifting from the bed with your head thrown over his shoulder as you try to hold yourself back, cursing with reckless abandon and chanting his name like a prayer.

"You're so fucking filthy, bunny. Maybe I should start potty training you again."

"N-no, I'm good— I'll be good, I promise! I can h-hold it in just- just please stop— ah!— stop touching me there, please!"

He doesn't listen, opting to just watch everything unfold, a smile plastered on that sculpted face of his which proves that he truly is a menace.

You were at your limit, body writhing against him as you poorly warn him, no longer able to hold your bladder. "F-fuck, Minho, fuck— i-it's coming, I-I can't— can't hold it in any longer—"

Warm stream of piss leaves your body as he continues stimulating your clit, making an absolute mess on his hand and your shorts that are definitely getting wet. Tears spill from your eyes as you repeat the words "I'm sorry" over and over again as you felt the relief from finally, finally being able to pee, the pleasure from Minho's fingers, and the embarrassment from not being able to hold it in, all at once.

"Dumb little slut. Didn't I tell you to hold it in?"

Suddenly, he flips you over, pushing you down until you were chest down with your ass up. Your soiled shorts immediately gets removed and thrown away somewhere in the room with a wet splat before Minho (who was already naked the moment he started filming) starts to line up against your hole.

Using the piss that was still leaking from you as lubricant, he manages to push right in with no struggle, your warm walls wrapping around his cock.

"You really like pissing yourself that much, bun?" He asks, his thrusts quick and rough, making you crossed eyed from the pleasure you feel in your sensitive pussy. "You like being my piss bunny? Is that what you want? Is that what you are?"

"P-piss bun— bunny, yes" you slur out hands scrambling to grab unto the sheets to ground yourself. You were already so high strung, you can already feel your orgasm creeping near, dangerously building up.

Everything about this was just so filthy. You feel wet all over, even your tank top got dirtied too, the damp fabric now bunched around your chest as Minho's hands found its way to grope your tits and play with your nipples, making you scream and clench around him.

"You love being my filthy bunny, don't you? Always so so good to me, letting me do whatever I wanna do to you. Would you let me piss on you too? Let me mark you? Your body? Perhaps you'd let me piss inside you too, love. Make you my personal toilet, how does that sound, hm?"

His words was enough to send you into a spiral, pussy clenching around his dick so hard as you squirted, your body convulsing through your orgasm as you cum with a broken moan.

"That's it, bun. Cum for me just like that— god. If only they knew how a good girl like you could be such a dirty piss bunny— oh shit, fuck!"

Minho doesn't stop fucking you until you've been milked through your high, following suit soon after as he cums inside of you, his body hunched over yours in a mating press, heavy balls pulsing with every spurt of his seed.

He thinks that this is probably the best video the two of you have ever filmed.

황현진 BOYFRIEND HYUNJIN WHO...

bf! hyunjin who likes to squish your face and take pictures of you, so he can blackmail you by threatening to send them to everyone unless you give him a kiss.

bf! hyunjin who spams your instagram comment section whenever you post. "woah do you have a bf?" "all mine 😘"

bf! hyunjin who likes to copy your outfits and act like they're all his ideas

bf! hyunjin who makes spotify playlists to romanticize every moment he spends with you, whether its a road trip compilation or a midnight baking mix

bf! hyunjin who likes to send you red roses when he's far from home and adds fancy little handwritten notes for you to find

bf! hyunjin who brags about you to his friends and feels more proud than jealous when other boys admire you.

bf! hyunjin who changes your lock screen to a selfie of him when you're not looking, so you'll have a constant reminder of him

bf! hyunjin who complains about you stealing his sweatshirts but secretly loves to see you in his clothing

bf! hyunjin who sends you real love letters written on paper, instead of just text messages or emails

bf! hyunjin who pulls you outside so you can slow dance in the pouring rain

bf! hyunjin who likes to sketch you in his notebook whenever you aren't looking; when you're cooking, sleeping, or tapping away on your computer

bf! hyunjin who lets you try out new hairstyles on him and loves to post selfies of him all dolled-up, even if he has sparkly pink bows in his hair

bf! hyunjin who buys your perfume and sprays it on his pillow when you're not with him and he misses you

bf! hyunjin who buys a ring only a few months into dating and hides it in his closet for when he thinks you're ready, because that's just how much he loves you.

puppy seungmin or bunny changbinnnnn brainrot pleaseeeeeee asdfghjkl

bunny!changbin would be so so cute :(( his soft fluffy tail and ears, his cute little nose scrunching up every time you deny his orgasm. big brown eyes rimmed with tears and voice already hoarse from begging, "please, imma be a good boy for you, 'm your good bunny," wet sniffles turning into moans of pleasure when you finally let him cum. hot, thick ropes spilling all over his tummy, his frustrated cries when he sees the wasted mess turning into high-pitched whines as you sink down on his aching cock. the overstimulation hurts, but he wants to breed you so bad, and he said he'll be good for you... so he lets you use him to get off and milk his cock for hours, making good use of that rabbit stamina :))

distance isn’t going to make me stop loving you. [repost]

warning: unprotected sex, dirty talk, and a little bit of choking.

a/n: this is my first smut and I hope it is alright.

you and bang chan used to be really close friends in high school, some would mistake you two for a couple. sadly, you two never got together due to him being a hard-working trainee and you working on your art portfolio for college. it was quite difficult for both of you to hang out since you were an early bird while chan was a night owl. luckily you two still found a little bit of time to keep in contact, whether it be a phone call or a small coffee break.

something that the both of you kept to yourselves for a majority of the friendship was feelings towards each other. you were always head over heels for chan and chan always felt lucky and proud to have you in his life. he was actually the first one to confess his feelings towards you.

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the whole of stray kids was at your place, you cooked them a ton of food while most of them were playing video games in the living room. chan wrapped his arms around your waist and whispered into your ear,

“you know, I love you y/n.”

this didn’t completely catch you off guard but you sarcastically replied, “well duh, I’m great. who wouldn’t love me chan?

he pressed his chin on top of your head and sighed.“no silly, I’m in love with you.”

you were speechless, unable to comprehend what you just heard. your entire body tensed up and your face turned a whole different shade of pink.

“chan, have you been drinking? you get awfully affectionate when you drink, darling,” you say softly as you face him and wraps your arms around his waist.

“y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n, I love you so much. it makes me feel drunk.”

you couldn’t help but cry when you heard those words, “c-chan I love you too but we’re not going to be together for long. y-you know that...” you say softly while hiding your face into his chest.

“I know doll, but the distance isn’t going to make me stop loving you. I can pinky promise that” he said in such a calm tone while confidently holding out his pinky.

“Okay, but if you break this promise then I won’t know how to forgive you,” you state while making serious eye contact.

chan pressed his lips all over your face and you were just laughing the whole time because he’s so damn cute.

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after that night all you could think about was distance, how would it affect you, chan, and the relationship as a whole… would he end up falling for someone else?

once you and chan went your separate ways, those questions started to disappear from your mind. you and chan focused so much on your careers that it separated the two of you. as much as you love chan, you know that his career is way more important than you. it’s all he wanted and you know you shouldn’t take that from him. 

you being the person you are, you tried your hardest to make sure chan and the rest of stray kids took care of themselves, even if that meant spending $100+ on food for them...

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July is never a busy month for you so you spent a lot of time designing future tattoos and creating music on the side since it seemed to relax you. Luckily, you only had one appointment for the whole of July and you don’t even know what this person looks like. they also want a surprise tattoo so this session is just going to be amazing.

the morning before the session, the mystery person calls and suggests to have a larger design ready for them. since you were thoroughly prepared, you tried to talk about a price but the callers simply state, “I’ll pay you whatever you’re willing to take.” which left you in a total blur. that voice seemed familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

FINALLY, YOU’RE MEETING MYSTERY MAN WITH SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE WORK. you spent hours making sure your entire studio was crisp and clean. for some reason you felt extremely nervous, you began playing some music that you love to sing and dance to. you spent what feels like forever singing and dancing to pass time (it was really 10 minutes of singing and dancing). you finally hear your client at the door and once you open the door you were hit with a wave of emotions.

you were trying your hardest to keep your composure but you just couldn’t stop the tears from coming out of your eyes,”c-channie? is it really you??” you exclaimed while covering your eyes. “hi doll, it’s really me. your channie!” he says while wrapping his arms around you,” I’m not actually here for a tattoo but I did want to see what could’ve been on my skin.” he states while bringing you back into your own home.

as you wipe your face, you quickly got up and grabbed your designs. “well, since I didn’t even know it was you!! I drew like 6 different things. cherry blossom tree, koi fish, a microphone, and different landscapes.” you said happily, “I’m quite proud of all of these, especially the landscapes.” you notice chan flip through your designs and finally looks up at you, “wow. they are all phenomenal y/n. I especially love the cherry blossom tree!” he softly states as his heart flutters for you.

“thank you chan but what the hell are you doing here??? I thought you and the guys have a bunch of important things to do.” you nervously claim while grasping his hands.

“I do have important things to do and seeing you is the most important thing I have to do today. I have missed you so damn much y/n, it’s making me crazy.” he pauses for a moment and moves you onto his lap.

“I miss holding you, miss your scent, the way you whine my name whenever I don’t do something for you. I miss making you and your heart flutter, miss your kind words, your random doodles, I just miss you, darling,” you felt him tense up as you tried to get comfortable on his lap, “ahh chan, you know you can always call me or come over,” you say in a slight seductive way, “I’ll always make time for you, as you said many months ago distance isn’t going to make me stop loving you.” you couldn’t help but grab chan’s face just to bring it closer to you. “You took the words right out of my mouth y/n. I can’t believe you remember that.“ chan’s hands wrap around your waist so tightly you could feel his heart pound against your skin.

"Can I please kiss you? it’s been so long since I’ve kissed your beautiful face.” chan whispers into your ear. all you did was a nod in excitement which made your body grind up against chan’s thighs. as chan was kissing your body, you couldn’t help but squeak and whimper very slightly at his warm touch.

you felt a little embarrassed at the small noises you made and decide to get up,“ I’m sorry… I’m being noisy.” you mutter while grabbing his hand,“ but I need you so badly. I need your touch and your love baby…” his eyes start to glisten in a way you’ve never seen before, he decided to get up and follow your steps.

“my baby doll is being needy, I haven’t heard you whine for me in a long time.” he states while sitting on your bed, “come on doll, I’ll take good care of you.”

as you crawl into bed, chan immediately moves you onto his lap. you felt his lips quiver along your skin as you slowly grind amongst his member. as much as you wanted to pick up the pace, chan just wanted to take things slow and savor every moment with you.

your hands roam his torso as he left marks along your collarbones, “let us take this off chan, I want to admire your amazing figure.” you whisper while playing with the bottom of his shirt. he quickly obeys your request and you felt your eyes widen, “have you been working out? your muscles look so defined!!” you say in excitement.“ well, of course, I’ve been working out, I wanted to look my best for you.” “you’ll always look amazing in my eyes baby!” you exclaim while placing your face onto his shoulder, “hold on channie, I have a surprise for you.”

you got up, played some music, and slowly started stripping for chan, while also dancing to the music. you were in black lingerie which showed off all of your own tattoos.

chan was completely mesmerized by the way you put on a show for him, his pants restricted his member which made him crave you even more,“ darling comes here now… I need to be in you.” he stated in a dominant tone. as you slowly crawl back onto the bed chan places his hands on your face and passionately kisses you. you felt his craving for you, so you took the initiative to pull down his pants. “all these years, you’ve been hiding this from me?” you stated while grasping his full member into both of your hands,“ my goodness baby… do you think you can handle me? I don’t want to hurt you.” chan mumbles as he thrusts into your hands. you softly chuckle as he worries, “channie don’t worry, I’ll make sure you fit. now, let me taste you.”

you left a trail of kisses along his torso and hips, he was a whimpering mess for you and my god you loved it. as he filled your mouth, you felt his hands grip your hair which made you moan against his member. he softly moaned out,

“y/n~ o-oh my god. your mouth feels so fucking good.” as you listened you felt his hips buck which made you gag a bit. “y/n if you don’t stop, I will literally cum in your dirty mouth.” you hummed against his member as you stare into his eyes while feeling him tense up even more. he forcefully pulled out of your mouth, grabs your waist, and positions your bottom in front of his face, “baby, you’re being naughty. I wouldn’t want to punish you right now.” he says while running his finger between your slit.

you buried your face into your bed while squirming at his touch,“ please touch me… I need you…” you whimper softly which sound like music to chan’s ears. he removes your underwear and slowly pushed his finger into you, your body decides to move into his finger and make soft moans into your bed. “my darling is so tight, I can’t wait to stretch you out. I can’t wait to see you whine and whimper just for me.” he said softly while leaning towards your thighs,“ I just love every part of you so damn much.” you felt his lips press against your skin and instantly perked your bottom up for him.

“my g-goodness, m-more, please… channie please.” he smirks and slaps your bottom, “not yet darling, I don’t think you can handle my cock just yet.” chan slowly puts another finger in you and kisses your hole very gently, “you’re dripping y/n, you taste so good.” he hummed against your skin which caused you to squirm even more. as he picked up the pace, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. “I’m t-too close baby. please please get inside of me.” he softly chuckles as he pulls his fingers out and positions himself at your slit, “okay love, are you ready? if it hurts please tell me.”

you nod quickly and push yourself closer to chan,“ yes yes, please fuck me.” he slowly pushes himself into you and grips your waist tightly, “holy shit, you are so so so tight. so tight and wet for me, aren’t you?” a mix of moans and whimpers fill the air as you struggle to answer him.

his hips bucking at an unsteady pace which makes you weak. chan sits back onto the bed and pulls you onto of his lap,“ please ride me, baby, I need to admire you.” you catch your breath for a moment and slip his member into you, “channie you’re fucking huge…” you bit your lips and wrap your arms around his neck while pushing yourself all the way down. you can feel chan’s breath along your skin, you slowly grind amongst his member.

chan lets you take your time, you moved your hands towards his neck in hopes to restrain his breathing for a little bit. “hmm, what do you think you’re doing sweet cheeks? do you want to choke me?” all you do is nod while slowly adding pressure to the base of his throat, as he slightly struggles to breathe you decide to pick up your pace quite a bit.

you made sure all of him was in you, hitting your sweet spot every time you push down. you tried your hardest not to make loud noises but chan made that impossible for you, “channie please please pound into me, please please.” that plead came from your gut and chan felt it.

he quickly placed you onto your back and pushes himself all the way into you, grazing your sweet spot again. chan muttered curse words and your name constantly, making you feel even better about letting him fuck you. chan rubbed your slit gently while ramming himself into you as fast and rough as he can. you moaned and whimpered loudly while gripping chan’s blonde hair.

“i-i need to c-come…” you were clenching around chan’s member and trying to hold yourself together until he says that you can come, “channie, please… I need it.” you whined and plead for him to let you reach euphoria and finally, he pulls out and replaces his member with his wide tongue. “y/n~ come now, baby. come all over my face.”

finally, you were able to let yourself go and my god, chan looked like he was ready to have another round. as your high came down, you realized he hasn’t come for you just yet. “babyyyyy I want your load in me!!”

chan chuckles and squeezes your cheeks, “okay darling, open nice and wide for me.” he states while positioning himself by your lips. you quickly obliged and placed your hands on his thighs. he thrusts himself into your mouth while gripping your hair, he was close to his climax but just wanted to admire how you looked with his member stuffed into your mouth. “ahhh y/n~ you look so good right now. oh fuck.”

he kept hitting the back of your throat which made your eyes water and you gag. after one last thrust, he finally released his load all into your mouth and you hummed in complete pleasure.

“I missed you so much channie~ I love you so damn much!” you whisper while laying down beside him, “thank you for this baby. I love you too y/n.”

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“Let us take a nice warm bath, I feel like I was quite rough with you today.” chan says as he sits up, “I’ll only take a bath if you carry me to it,” you said jokingly as he quickly rushes to start the bath. all of a sudden you’re in the bathtub with chan’s fingers brushing through your hair and rubs your body very softly which made you melt into his arms.

after the nice and calm bath, you put on chan’s old sweatshirt that he lent you many years ago. “y/n I’ve been looking for that sweatshirt for years!!! why didn’t you tell me it was with you?!” he exclaimed as he crawls into your bed. “You never asked me about it baby, so it’s mine until you ask.” you jokingly said while sticking out your tongue and crawling into bed. ”also, I think I look much better in this sweatshirt than you do baby. it just fits me so perfectly.”

chan laughs as he brings you up to his face,” whatever you say y/n. anyways goodnight my sweet peach, you’ll need to rest for what I have prepared for tomorrow.” your face showed clear shock but you refused to argue since you were just so tired, “okay channie, I love you so much!! goodnight.”

“I love you too y/n… sweet dreams,” he says before kissing the top of your head and slowly falling asleep with your head on top of his chest.

[21:06]

imagine dancing to yes or yes by twice and having felix help you clean up the choreography.

"baby, make sure to be on the balls of your feet especially during the chorus." he says while demonstrating key points of the choreography.

"lix, can we please take a break? we've been dancing for forever!" you exclaimed as you tried to fan your sweaty face.

his frame slowly moves closer to you as you tried to cool yourself off, "alright darling, we'll take ten." he states softly while planting his bottom next to your feet.

"you did amazing for someone who claims they don't dance." he says as he stares at you with loving eyes.

"thanks lix, i wouldn't have been able to do most of the moves without you though."

"yes you would, i've seen your booty move in the hallway. you can definitely dance."

"okay wait why are you looking at my booty?"

"you have a nice booty okay, let me be."

[11:31]

your eyes have been fixed on one figure across your health class. the one and only han jisung, a well rounded guy who truly makes your heart ache and daydream a little too much.

he finally noticed your beautiful eyes on him and his face turned bright pink, he wasn't able to focus on your teacher or his notes. jisung started to fidget with his pencil as he daydreams about you and all the cute lovey dovey shit he would do with and to you.

suddenly the bell rings and he rushes towards you.

"y/n! wait up!"

you immediately turn around which made jisung come to a quick stop and end up crashing into you. you were quite lucky your bag was filled with clothes and ended up being a cushion to protect your head.

"aish~ i'm so sorry y/n... i just wanted to tell you something...

"jisung it's fine, help me up and then we can talk."

you held your hand out and he had no hesitation to help you up. you chuckle and guided him to your favorite spot on campus. your bags drop onto your usual table and you invite jisung to sit next to you. his breathing became slowly and steady, it genuinely made you relaxed. his natural brown eyes look at yours as he sits beside you,

"y/n... I'm in love with you... i understand if you don't feel the same but i just thought you should know."

his head immediately hung down to avoid your rejection but to his dismay, you love him too. you couldn't help it, again he is a well rounded guy. he sings, dances, raps, produces his own music, and is still able to take care of his academic career. han jisung is truly your dream man and you felt horrible that he couldn't see how much you love him.

"han jisung, look at me."

you cup his squishy cheeks and press your lips onto his. he wraps his arms around your waist and brough you onto his lap.

"you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that jisung."

[20:52]

"y/n? why are your thighs so thick?"

"jeongin you can’t just ask that... especially when you know how i feel about them.”

“noona, i’m sorry. i didn't mean to offend you, i just want to understand why you don't like your thighs..."

jeongin tilts his head to the side and searches for your eyes. silence quickly filled the shared bedroom and my god, you've never felt so uncomfortable in silence until then.

"noona. you're worrying me, please say something..."

"innie, i love you but i just don't want to talk about this."

"i love you too y/n and i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable or offended you... also i love your thick thighs, they make great pillows!"

soft chuckles leave your lips as his head lays onto your thighs, your hand start to play with his hair as he decides to open his mouth once more,

"also whenever I lay on your thighs, im able to admire your angelic features."

a/n: i LOVED JEONGINS RED HAIR.

what2do

"Y/n, I know you can sing this. we've sung this before!!"

Jisung stated as you stand in front of the large mirror in the dance room. he gently wraps his arms around your waist and sighs.

"there's nothing to worry about, no one is here."

you rub your face softly while taking a deep breath in,

"Ji, I don't know why I can't hit that note. I sang it before we came here," you stated in defeat.

"I want this to be perfect for your stays Ji."

"How about you sing by yourself for a little bit while I grab some snacks for us? You can even record yourself, y/n."

You simply nod as he leaves the room...

you've always been able to harmonize with Jisung's voice so you did not understand why you weren't able to sing this song with him. You chose to sit on the floor and prop your phone up to record yourself, you sang it the way you wanted and just in time because Jisung came into the room with your favorite snacks.

"baby, I think I got it. I finally have it." You exclaimed while hooking up your phone to the TV.

The video you took played as Jisung and you ate some of the snacks. Once the video finished he tackles you to the ground and laughs.

"I told you, you could sing it. Now we just have to do it together."

He pinpoints as he sat up, you softly groan while sitting up.

after you sat up, jisung propped up his phone and replayed the song, you two were able to mix your voices together in ways most people wouldn't expect. he used his higher range while you used your lower range (reminds me or Heize and DEAN's song, And July.)

As the song came to an end, you and Jisung started yelling out of excitement, you two finally got your shit together but now you two have to sing in front of STAYS. You were a nervous wreck and you couldn't help it, this was going to be the first time you're going to be singing in front of a crowd.

"I really hope your fans like this Ji, I don't want to embarrass you or me." you whisper as you tensely play with your hands, "y/n, they love you already. they'll love you even more by doing this, I'll love you even more for doing this with me." he says, slowly moving closer to you.

Jisung softly places kisses amongst the crown of your head, you were able to relax a bit as the rest of the guys wish you good luck, "you two are going to kill it!" Chan exclaims while getting his hair done. "Break a leg noona! Ah don't actually but you know what I mean." Jeongin says happily while hugging you.

You thanked everyone who gave words of encouragement and took a deep breath as Jisung approach the stage. he got the crowd hyped up for you, "What's up STAYS! As you all know, y/n and I have been together for a bit. We have prepared something very special for you all." He finally gestures you to come onto the stage, you were wearing a light blue silk ensemble which you felt extremely confident in. "hey STAYS, I'm so excited to show what Jisung and I have prepared," you said into the microphone while walking out towards him.

Abruptly, the stage lights shined onto you and Jisung, he presses his lips onto your hand and gives you a reassuring smile, "You are going to do great doll." he whispers into your ear as STAYS settle down.

You put your mic on the stand and made sure your earpiece was in your ear, "Tell me what to do, I don't know what to do. Your love is just a memory." you sang softly as your eyes shut.

Jisung sang the first and second verse, you added some ad-libs and harmonizes to compliment his tone which caused the audience to roar. You can see Stays holding their lightsticks and flashlights, swaying in sync which made your heart move.

"Tell me what to do, I don't know what to do. Your love is just a memory, Your love is just a memory yeah. Baby, it's your last time, To give me your best try, And to give your heart to me. Take it to the bridge..."

As the song ended, everyone around you was applauding. From staff members, members of Stray Kids, and the Stays, you felt so thrilled and privileged to be able to sing in front of a supportive audience. Suddenly Jisung runs up and picks you up,

"You did so well baby! I'm so proud!" he says into your ear.

Members suddenly rush to you and congratulate on such a good job, Jisung quickly pulls you to the back to give you lots of kisses and appreciation, "thank you so much, darling. This performance will always be special to me." he states as he sits on a couch in a dressing room with you on his lap.

"thank you for giving me the courage to sing in front of your fans. This was an amazing experience."

—where we left off.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff, very slight drama, pining, non-idol au, best friend’s brother au

word count: 7.4k

summary: spending new years’s eve at a club with your best friend’s brother and his friends sounded like a lot of fun. that until a certain girl felt like fighting you for him, and suddenly spending the countdown back at your place, just the two of you, sounded so much better.

warnings: mentions of alcohol

author’s note: hellooo, don’t come for me, as usual i couldn’t control myself lmao. this is kind of like part 5.2 of my social media au “heart out”, in case anyone who doesn’t follow the story comes across this one shot. i hope this manages to give you all some more context of what was going on behind the texts, and i hope you all enjoy! if you do please don’t forget to leave an ask or a comment with your thoughts on it<3

“You’re kidding”.

A single chuckle was heard in the hallway, where Hyunjin stood holding up a quite long puffer jacket of his for you to wear.

It was comical, actually — how you had opened the door for him with a smile adorning your face, only for it to be erased the second he flaunted the jacket in your face and you were hit with the fact that he was indeed not kidding when he told you earlier that day that he’d bring you a jacket if you decided you weren’t wearing one.

A part of him regretted it as soon as he saw you. You looked beautiful. You always did, but the dress you decided to wear that night could only make him feel like not taking his eyes off of you for even just a second; wishing he could throw the jacket to the side and act like he hadn’t brought it in the first place.

The most rational part of him, the one that could still manage to control himself around you, however, made him stand his ground. As stunning as you looked, the weather outside was just too cold for you to wear only a dress.

“As you can see,” he wiggled the piece of clothing in his hands. “I am not”.

“You really expect me to wear that?” You raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Unless you want to go get a puffer jacket of your own, yes”.

Rolling your eyes, you took a step outside your apartment and closed the door behind you, sliding your purse down your arm before you took his coat from him. “Whatever, I’m taking it off as soon as I enter the restaurant anyway”.

Holding your purse for you while you put the jacket on, Hyunjin couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front. You wearing his clothes made him feel something he had not quite felt before, and he could only rejoice in it and take it one step further by zipping the jacket up until it was covering your chin.

“I look ridiculous” you stated.

“You look cute” he reassured you, handing you your bag.

“You look handsome though, and I’m not matching your vibe anymore” you fought him once more, completely unaware of the power your first statement had over him.

Having to clear his throat in order to conceive the butterflies in his stomach, he gestured to the stairs, so you would start walking towards them.

“Let’s go” he said. “You can match my vibe when you take it off at dinner”.

The moment you stepped a foot outside, you were thankful that he forced you to wear it, but he wouldn’t catch you admitting it out loud, of course. Not like he needed you to anyway, for one look at you and the way you were hugging yourself while you waited for the taxi he called to pull over, was enough for him to smile proudly to himself.

And then, when you arrived to the restaurant and you didn’t immediately take it off like you claimed you would, he knew you’d found comfort in the warmth it was providing you with.

One of his friends spotted him from their table and waved at him, catching his attention, and only then, when you were walking towards a group of at least ten people, you began to feel nervous. It only intensified when you reached them and all their eyes focused on both of you.

Greeting everyone with a small bow, you walked around the table after Hyunjin motioned for you to go before him.

Thankfully, Han and Minho had saved two seats in between them, so you’d end up sitting in between Hyunjin and either one of them instead of next to any of their other friends you didn’t know.

As soon as you reached the empty seats, you threw Hyunjin a taunting smile.

“May I take this off now?” You motioned at the jacket he made you wear.

Hyunjin laughed, nodding his head and reaching out to help you slide it off your arms. “You’re putting it back on as soon as we’re done here, though”.

You visibly rolled your eyes at him, earning another light laugh of his as he placed it on the chair in front of him, and then pulled it out for you to sit down. It took you a second to get it, only doing so when his eyes met yours and he nodded his head towards the seat for you to sit down on.

You smiled sweetly, doing as told and then quietly thanking him when he took a seat next to you.

You realised then that, much to your relief, you had already been introduced to most of the people in there, thanks to that one birthday party they threw Hyunjin a few years ago, and some others you had seen on two or three of his social media posts.

The only new faces were two guys sitting by the left and a brunette sitting in front of you, right next to Haeun, a really nice girl you remembered talking to back at Hyunjin’s surprise party.

“Did you guys order already?” Hyunjin asked.

“Not yet,” Minho replied, handing him the menu. “But we already know what we’re ordering, so you better make up your mind fast”.

Chuckling under his breath, Hyunjin placed the menu in front of the two of you while his friends called the waiter to start ordering, so you could check out your options.

“Would it be too basic of me to just order tteokbokki?” You mumbled for only him to hear, still staring at the menu after having gone through everything in it. “Although donkatsu does sound really good right now”.

“The donkatsu here is amazing so I had that in mind, but now I’m torn between tteokbokki as well” he confessed with a breathy laugh, earning a chuckle from you.

“Should we order both and share them?” You proposed, looking up to him and watching a bright smile show on his face.

“Yeah, let’s do that”.

Sitting up straight right as everyone else was done ordering, Hyunjin handed the menu back to the waiter and proceeded to order what the two of you agreed on.

As soon as the waiter left, you felt all eyes fall on the two of you.

“So when were you telling us you got yourself a girlfriend?” One the guys you had never seen before asked him right away.

Hyunjin almost choked on air, feeling his face heat up while everyone stared at the two of you and you looked nearly frozen over that question.

“I’m not…” you began, looking over at Hyunjin as you didn’t really know what else to say.

“She’s Yeji’s best friend” Hyunjin finished your point.

“Oh? You guys must be very close then for you to bring her without your sister” Jihoo, if you remembered the name correctly, asked this time with a teasing smirk.

“Yeji’s out of town and Hyunie didn’t want me to spend new year’s eve alone” you explained.

“Yeah, I can tell you guys aren’t that close” the girl next to Haeun stated, her eyes going from you to Hyunjin. “Hyunjin hates being called Hyunie”.

“We are close, though” Hyunjin corrected her in a heartbeat. Had she not just seen you arrive together while you wore his jacket? “She can call me whatever she wants”.

Your head turned to Han next to you, who couldn’t hold back a snort and ended up choking on his water.

“Oh, so he’s like a little brother to you?” She asked you directly this time, and you managed to catch the not very subtle nudge Haeun gave her to shut up. “Is that why you call him that?”

“Can we talk about something else?” Han spoke before you could answer, having managed to catch his breath surprisingly fast. “Hyunjin’s love life has never been that interesting anyway”.

Although earning himself a smack from Hyunjin, it was enough to make the whole table laugh and move on to another topic — one that didn’t have to do with your and Hyunjin’s relationship status, and one that would definitely not end up with you possibly confirming to him that you saw him as a little brother. He really had to thank Han for that one.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. Hyunjin’s friends were a lot of fun, you soon realised, to the point you found yourself laughing so much that you were able to ignore the nasty looks the girl in front of you —whose name you later found out was Dahye— would give you anytime you interacted with Hyunjin; which, considering he was sitting next to you and on top of that he was sharing dishes with you, were a lot.

It wouldn’t take a genius to understand that she was into Hyunjin and that it might be a problem that night given he had arrived with you, but you had more important things to care about rather than to pay attention to her anyway, like making sure you’d get along with Hyunjin’s friends so he wouldn’t feel like he had to check up on you to see if you were having fun every five minutes, and later that night racing him to pay for the check, only to be beaten by him.

The proud smirk that curved up his mouth while he paid for dinner was enough for you to peacefully accept your defeat and forget about the girl glaring at you from the side.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

By the time you made it to the club, which was only three streets away from the restaurant, as Hyunjin’s group had deliberately chosen one of the most popular areas not to need another car to get you there, it was already filled with people — the queue to enter being quite long, yet moving surprisingly fast.

Hyunjin found himself unconsciously tugging at the sleeve of your —his— jacket as soon as you made it inside, standing right behind you not to lose you in the crowd of people as you made your way past them. And it only hit him how close you were when you turned your head to him and your nose nearly brushed against his mouth.

“We should find the coat check” you said, coming closer to his ear for him to be able to hear you over the loud music.

He nodded, gulping hard before the two of you stood there looking around the place. When you found it not too far from where you were standing, you pointed at it, feeling Hyunjin nod behind you and telling something to one of his friends before taking off — although inaudible, you guessed it had to do with something along the lines of coming back to them right away.

“You know, this wouldn’t have been necessary if you’d just let me come without a coat” you taunted once on the desk, beginning to take it off.

Hyunjin chuckled, shaking his head while he took his jacket off as well, as it was way hotter than he’d expected inside the club. Much to your surprise, the black shirt he was wearing underneath, and which you had supposed was long-sleeved, was not. His biceps were fully displayed as he reached for your purse and the puffer jacket you were trying to fold, and you couldn’t help but stare while he handed the three items to the person behind the desk.

Putting the claim ticket inside his pants’ pocket, his eyes focused back on you, smiling shyly when he caught you staring.

“And then I’m the one who’s not appropriately dressed for the weather?” You raised a questioning eyebrow.

His previous shy smile turned into a smirk, gently turning you around and placing his hands on your bare shoulders so he could lead you through the crowd towards your group. “I was wearing a jacket”.

“It’s so not the same?” You turned your face to him once again, and he swore your unannounced proximity would be the end of him.

“I care about you not getting a cold, shouldn’t you be saying thank you?” He argued, pulling you closer to him when you almost bumped into someone.

“I looked ridiculous” you stated.

He begged to differ, you looked adorable. He would lend you his clothes every time he could, even if you weren’t being stubborn and didn’t really need him to at all.

“Besides, who says I don’t care about you catching a cold either?”

“I didn’t see you bringing me a jacket though?” He questioningly tilted his head.

You rolled your eyes. “You can wear the one you brought me once we leave. I’ll wear your other one”.

Hyunjin laughed under his breath, thankful for the loud music and bad lighting that allowed him to hide just how flustered he was over the simple thought of you leaving the club wearing the jacket he had come with. Sure, you came in wearing his puffer jacket, but there was something about everyone else seeing you leave in the jacket he was previously wearing, that sent butterflies flying all over his stomach.

“I’ll think about it” he tried to play it cool, earning a triumphant smile from you.

Seeing Han wave towards the two of you from near the bar, Hyunjin tightened his hold on your shoulders, redirecting your body in said direction before you saw him as well. Getting closer to the group, the two of you smiled in relief when you noticed they had managed to take over a booth.

“Where’s the rest?” He asked Han, realising only half of the group was there.

Jisung shrugged. “Some went to get drinks, some are dancing”.

Hyunjin gave him a quick nod before turning back to you. “I’ll go get us drinks” he informed you. “Cranberry vodka is it? Or do you want something else?”

“Cranberry vodka is perfect” you smiled, finding it the sweetest how he remembered such a small detail like your drink of choice. “Should I go with you?”

He shook his head no, motioning for you to take a seat. “It’s okay, I’ll be right back”.

You gave him a smile, nodding for him to go and watching him and Han disappear into the crowd before you sat down, sliding towards the empty spot next to Minho, who was already enjoying his drink.

“Having fun so far?” He tried to initiate small talk.

Your eyebrows furrowed, leaning slightly closer to him, as you had not been able to hear him. “What?”

“Are you having fun?” He spoke over the music.

You nodded, a smile curving up your lips. “Yeah, you guys are fun. Although I’ve mostly been glued to Hyunie all night, which must be annoying”.

Minho chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. If you only knew, you being stuck to him was all Hyunjin ever wanted.

“Nah, he’s okay with it” he reassured you. “He was really excited about you joining us”.

Your smile brightened, feeling like a weight had just been lifted off your shoulders. “That’s good to know…” you mumbled more to yourself.

“Hey, we’re going to dance!” Haeun caught your attention from the other side of the booth, gesturing to herself and another girl next to her. “You wanna come?”

You politely denied with a smile. “I’m waiting for Hyunjin, maybe later!”

They both smiled back at you, standing up and rushing towards the rest of the group.

“Aren’t you joining the rest over there?” You asked Minho, catching on the way he was looking at them as well.

“Probably will once the alcohol hits” he confessed with a small smirk, getting a light laugh from you.

“Oh, so you’re into Minho then” a female voice spoke loudly from right behind you.

Turning around, you were met with Dahye, who was now sitting down next to you and staring at you with what you could recognize as a cynical smile.

Now, you didn’t have a problem with her so far, but the way it was becoming a habit of hers to make assumptions about your relationships with people was really beginning to annoy you.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You’re not into Hyunjin but into Minho” she took a sip of her drink. “I’ve got nothing to worry about then”.

“I’m not into anyone” you clarified.

“Good, because Hyunjin and I have a thing going on, so it’d be really messed up for you to come in between” she mindlessly played with the straw. “Not like he’d pay attention to you anyway, you seem way too mature and he’s into girls more his age, like me”.

Before you could reply, a very loud scoff was heard from Minho.

“Is bullshit all that ever comes out of your mouth?” He practically yelled over the music, getting dumbfounded looks from the rest of his friends in the booth.

Her mouth remained shut, shrugging ever so nonchalantly before she took another sip of liquor. Minho rolled his eyes, standing up and motioning for you to slide to his previous seat, so he could take your place instead and keep Dahye from interacting with you anymore.

“Don’t listen to her, she’s just jealous” he leaned in to say in more of a whisper.

Choosing to say nothing and to just let it slip, you nodded understandingly. In all honesty, though, you hardly understood what was going on.

Minho said that she was jealous, and you got that, it was clear that she had a thing for Hyunjin and it must’ve sucked to see him arrive with someone else. You knew you would’ve felt the same had you been in her shoes. But you had already explained that you were Hyunjin’s sister’s best friend, and that the only reason he invited you was because she was out of town. On top of that, you had also just made it known that you weren’t interested in anyone — not Hyunjin, not Minho, not any of their friends at all. So why wouldn’t she just drop it?

You disliked the way she was handling the whole situation, but you tried to understand her. The side of you that knew what it felt like to have feelings for someone and fear they were into someone else, tried its best to sympathize with her.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Hyunjin arrived, loudly announcing that Han had stayed back and joined the rest of the group on the dance floor.

His previous smile faltered and his eyebrows furrowed when he realised that not only had Dahye joined your side of the booth, but also that you and Minho had switched places. One single look at his very annoyed friend, however, was enough for him to guess the whole picture.

Just as you had done a minute ago, he decided to say nothing, instead handing you your drink and smiling when you thanked him and squeezed up against Jihoo next to you, to make some space for him.

“Everything alright?” He asked, unable to hide his worry.

“Mhm…” you took a sip of your drink. “Apparently I’m into Minho now”.

“Wait, what?”

Minho nudged him to catch his attention before he could fully panic. “That’s what your admirer accused her of”.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. That was one hell of a jump scare you just gave him.

“Why’d she think that anyway?”

“We were just talking and I guess we got too close since we couldn’t hear each other” you explained, chuckling to yourself when you realised you were just as close to Hyunjin now. “Just like we are now, she must be back to thinking I’m into you”.

Now, that was something he could deal with; Dahye —or anyone else for that matter— believing you were into him. That simple thought made him happy enough to let it slide just how close you had apparently been to his friend minutes ago.

A bright smile parted his lips, trying to play it cool by taking a sip of his drink, only for it to be erased the moment Dahye called him from next to Minho.

“Hyunjin, let’s go dance?”

He shook his head no. “I’m fine, thanks”.

“Yah,” you whispered-shouted, gently nudging him, which earned you a confused look by him. “Go have fun”.

“I am having fun,” he brought his drink up to his lips. “Right here”.

“Aw, come on” she insisted, reaching over Minho to hold Hyunjin’s wrist — needless to say, it took him less than a second to snatch his hand away. “You can still enjoy your drink on the dance floor”.

Not giving her an answer, his eyes fixed on you, and for some reason that was all it took for you to get it all wrong — because the scene you were seeing in front of you was the one of a girl who was head over heels for Hyunjin, trying her best to spend some time with him, and a very troubled Hyunjin who didn’t want to leave you alone. After all, he had invited you to join him and his friends that night, therefore, it was only rational that he’d think of it as rude to leave you all alone to go dance with someone else. Or so you thought.

So, not wanting to be the one holding him back, you did the most reasonable thing you could come up with in that moment: show him you could have fun on your own and he didn’t need to be glued to you making sure you were.

“Minho, you wanna dance?”

Not only did Minho’s head snap in your direction, but so did Hyunjin’s.

“Me?” He asked, taken aback as ever.

“Yeah” you smiled, already getting up to get out of the booth. “We can join Han and the rest”.

Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, Minho’s first instinct was to look at Hyunjin, hopelessly looking for approval. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was too busy staring up at you to even notice his friend’s cry for help.

When he invited you to join them that night, he had completely overlooked the fact that you could end up bonding with someone else. He was blinded by the idea of him being the closest to you and therefore you not leaving his side, which was only intensified considering you’d been stuck together all night, but now you were asking Minho to dance with you instead of him, and he realised he had only played himself.

“Come onnn, the alcohol must be hitting at least a little bit by now” you teased him for his previous statement, motioning towards the dance floor.

“I mean, y-yes, sure” Minho stuttered, and only then, hearing his answer, Hyunjin’s glaring eyes fixed on him. “Maybe we could all go?”

His suggestion managed to calm Hyunjin down. Sure, he hated how Dahye was being included and how she’d most definitely end up dancing with him since you had asked Minho to, but it was the best his friend could do given the circumstances, and he was thankful for it.

“Yeah, let’s go” Hyunjin agreed, standing up as well and, much to his disappointment, being followed by a very happy Dahye.

He had definitely played himself.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

Although your plan had partially failed, given you weren’t able to leave Hyunjin and Dahye alone, you were still decided to make the most of it and have a good time.

Nevertheless, roughly twenty minutes on the dance floor were enough for you to realise that having fun and ignoring Dahye’s behaviour towards you wouldn’t be as easy as it was during dinner. Because, although you did dance with Minho at first and she got to be with Hyunjin for a while, it only took a few minutes for the whole group to get together and end up goofily dancing around in a messy circle.

Hyunjin naturally gravitated towards you, and so did you towards him, for at the end of the day he was the one you came with and the one you wanted to be with the most, but every time he tried to talk to you over the music or just get closer to you for the sake of it, the girl next to him would try to draw his attention back to her.

You didn’t know whether to be annoyed or to feel bad for her, finding yourself acting oblivious to her poor attempts most of the time. It wasn’t your business anyway, but something she and Hyunjin had to figure out.

Even then, when she tugged at Hyunjin’s arm to pull him to her when you tried to come close to his ear in order to say something to him, you realised you had enough of this one-sided battle.

Gently grabbing his wrist right after he pulled away from her grasp and Haeun came to the rescue by making Dahye dance with her instead, you looked at the time on his watch. It was only a little past eleven, and you decided that was good enough for you to go back home.

Placing a hand on his shoulder and motioning for him to lean down so you could speak closer to his ear like you had previously tried to, you stood on your tiptoes to meet him halfway. “Can you hand me the claim ticket to go get my bag? I’ll bring it back before leaving”.

His eyebrows furrowed. “You wanna leave?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but you stay here. I’ll call a taxi, you don’t need to come with me”.

“Is something wrong?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“No, but—” you were cut off by a guy dancing behind you bumping into you. Your first instinct was to laugh it off, and Hyunjin’s was to pull you to him.

“Let’s go get our things and talk outside” he raised his voice over the music once again. “It’s too chaotic in here”.

You simply nodded, deciding to look past the fact that he was getting his jacket as well, and wanting to believe it only had to do with him going outside until you left and not wanting to freeze in the meantime.

Once on the street, you were thankful to breathe in some fresh air, even if it was cold as hell compared to how it was inside the club. Hyunjin ended up going against his fantasy of seeing you in the jacket he had arrived in, and giving you his puffer coat once again instead. You were far done complaining by now anyway, for it was doing wonders to keep you warm.

“Is the taxi coming?” He asked, shoving his phone into his pocket after letting his friends know you were leaving.

“Mhm…” you nodded, looking up from your phone and catching the way he was rubbing his hands together and blowing some hot breath in them. “Should be here in the next five minutes”.

“It’s not even midnight yet, though…” he pointed out. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened, really, I just…” you shrugged, a shy smile curving up your lips. “Am I allowed to say it?”

“Say what?” He wondered.

“I feel like I’m cockblocking you”.

“What?” To say he was astonished was an understatement. “Cockblocking me? You?”

“Yeah, with Dahye”.

“With Dahye?!”

You laughed, shaking your head as you looked down at your phone, seeing the taxi be only four minutes away now.

“Have I not made it clear enough that I don’t like her?”

“But you could if you weren’t so closed off to give her a chance” you smiled. “I feel like I’m keeping you from getting a midnight kiss and maybe even more by being here because you’re kind of obliged to stick with me, or maybe you feel uncomfortable with me seeing that side of you because I’m Yeji’s friend and I could snitch on you or something”.

Hyunjin blinked rapidly, trying to take in the nonsense that had just come out of your mouth.

“I’m not obliged to, I want to be with you” he clarified. “And I couldn’t care less about you snitching on me to Yeji, I’ve got lots of shit on her anyway. That’s not it at all”.

“But she—”

“I don’t know what makes you think I want to kiss Dahye at midnight or whatever, because I—just,” he sighed. “It’s kind of a long story”.

“Ugh, just when my taxi’s almost here,” you whined, looking up from your phone and to the street. “You can go back inside, but I’m very intrigued now so maybe we can catch up later?”

“No, I’m leaving with you”.

“I can leave alone, though. You don’t have to worry about me, Hyun…jin? Hyun?” Your eyebrows furrowed, pensively. “Is Hyun okay? Should I stick to Hyunjin?”

“What?”

“Dahye said you hate being called Hyunie,” you reminded him. “I’ve been calling you that all these years, I’m sorry”.

“Y/N, no. Please don’t,” he sighed heavily, throwing his head back as he felt like pulling his hair out. “Don’t listen to anything she says”.

“But—”

“But nothing, she knows nothing” he cut you off. “I only hate it when she calls me that. I’ve told her multiple times not to”.

“Are you sure?” You hesitated.

He nodded, coming closer to you. “Like I told her earlier tonight, you can call me whatever you want”.

“Even if it’s something ridiculous like pudding?” You smirked, and he snorted, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Who are you, Harley Quinn?”

“Don’t test me, I will come up with something embarrassing to call you in front of your friends”.

Before he could bite back, your taxi pulled over in front of you.

“You should go back to them now” you motioned towards the club, walking towards the car.

“I don’t want you to welcome the new year alone, though” he followed hot on your heels.

You smiled sweetly. “Trust me, you did more than enough for me tonight. I had a lot of fun thanks to you, Hyunie, you don’t need to worry about me at all”.

He smiled softly, loving that you were back to calling him that.

“Would it change anything if I said I want to be with you at midnight?”

“Possibly…” you felt your face heat up. “But I want you to have fun with your friends”.

“Okay then, how about this,” he began, knowing he didn’t have much time to negotiate right then and opening the door for you. “I leave with you now, we spend the countdown together, and then I come back here afterwards”.

Pondering your choices for a quick second, and knowing he was just as obstinate as you, you gave in.

“Okay,” you smiled, entering the car for once and for all. “I expect you at my door ready to come back here as soon as midnight hits, though”.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

You made it back to your place barely twenty minutes before midnight.

You were relieved to be able to take off your heels, rushing to set the coffee table in your living room the best you could with what you had at home — that being a few snacks and a bottle of white wine, as your original plan before Hyunjin invited you to spend new year’s eve with him was to eat and drink alone while watching TV and scrolling through your phone.

He tried to help you set everything up, but you were adamant on him relaxing on your couch while you took care of it. After all, he was the one to treat you all night, now it was your time to take care of him.

Once everything was done, and Hyunjin was quietly switching channels to find one covering the new year’s celebration not to miss the countdown, you excused yourself to quickly change into something more comfortable, since, unlike him, you weren’t going out again.

“How long until midnight?” You asked, fixing your hair while you re-entered the living room in a dark blue sleepwear.

“Twelve minutes” he announced, gesturing towards the TV.

“I was afraid we wouldn’t make it” you confessed, earning a laugh from him as you slumped on the couch.

“Good thing the club wasn’t that far from your place” Hyunjin chuckled, handing you a glass of the wine he opened while you changed in your room.

“Honestly I didn’t care about missing the countdown, but then you came here with me and I was afraid I’d make you miss it”.

“Worst case scenario, we celebrated in the taxi” he shrugged.

“As opposed to you getting to be all hyped up spending it with your friends at the club?” You questioned, then shaking your head in denial. “I would’ve felt so bad”.

He chuckled, taking a sip of wine. “I wouldn’t have minded”.

“No, but I’m sorry I felt like leaving earlier” you pouted. “We should’ve just gone back inside”.

“The taxi was already there,” he pointed out. “And in all honesty I wouldn’t have made you go back there when I knew you were uncomfortable. Dahye kinda ruined it for me too anyway”.

“Right…” you mumbled. “So what is it with her?”

He sighed heavily, making you laugh over how stressed out he seemed just by thinking of it.

“Okay so first of all, she’s not even part of our friend group” he began. “She’s Haeun’s cousin and she always manages to get her to invite her to our hangouts, which is really annoying since she isn’t friends with most of us”.

“You invited me, though?”

“It’s different” he argued. “You’re nothing like her, and my friends really like you”.

“She doesn’t seem that bad?” You tried to reason, and the glare you got from him was enough to let you know she was. “Don’t give me that look, she looked pretty nice to everyone but me”.

“Yeah, that’s…” he sighed again. “She’s had a thing for me for like three years now, and I made the awful mistake of kissing her when I got wasted one night after breaking up with Seoyun and now she won’t leave me alone”.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on” you sat up straight, leaving your glass on the coffee table to focus on him entirely. “You kissed her?! Seoyun? Who’s Seoyun?”

And then it hit him, how you never really knew about his first girlfriend. Because you weren’t as close back then.

Somehow, spending these past three days with you made your fall-out feel minuscule, like you’d only spent a couple of months apart at most. It was only then that he got a reality check and got hit by the fact that you had missed almost four years of each other’s life.

Although you kept in touch as much as you could, he now realised how superficial your conversations and interactions had remained.

“Right,” he laughed nervously. “Um, she was my girlfriend. And yes, I kissed Dahye…”

“And now you’re surprised that she’s obsessed with you?”

He snorted, pinching the bridge of his nose as he lamented. “I was drunk. Wasted, actually. I wouldn’t even remember if it weren’t for the fact that Han and Minho won’t let me live it down”.

You chuckled, imagining just how much shit they must’ve given him for it. “It was only a one time thing then?”

“Yeah, I think it was like the second time we saw each other, didn’t know how pushy she was back then” he ran a hand through his hair. “But then after that night she expected more and I explained to her that I was drunk as hell and I tend to get really touchy in that state and that it meant nothing to me—”

“Ouch?”

“I sugarcoated it, okay?” He squinted his eyes at you. “But she’s been very insistent since then and I’ve told her so many times that I want nothing to do with her, that I… I don’t know, my patience ran out, I can’t really be nice about it anymore”.

“I get it…” you mumbled, staring to your lap. “It must be really annoying that she won’t take no for an answer after all these years. Sorry I tried to set you up with her in a way, I didn’t know”.

Hyunjin smiled, loving how easy it was to talk to you — how you never really judged him, but tried to understand him and his choices instead.

“It’s okay…” he mumbled as well. “Just please don’t try to leave me alone with her again, I said I wanted to stay with you back then”.

“You didn’t really say that” you argued with a smirk, having him shake his head and bring his cup to his mouth. “But I know better now, won’t do it again”.

“Thank you” he sighed in relief, and you giggled, reaching for your glass and taking a small sip of wine before you looked at him again.

“You said it was after you broke up with… Sooyun?”

“Seoyun” he corrected. “Yes”.

“I only knew about Nara. Was this before her?” You tilted your head.

“Yeah, a few months before her” he explained. “Seoyun and I dated for like three months by the end of 2021, then that thing with Dahye happened, and then I dated Nara in like middle 2022. That’s pretty much the timeline”.

“And I’m hoping Dahye stopped insisting when you got together with Nara?”

“As if” he scoffed. “Nara couldn’t stand her. It’s good that she doesn’t have my number and the only times we interact are when she tags along in our hangouts, otherwise it would’ve been so much worse than it was”.

“Next time you get a girlfriend, I say you block her on every social media”.

“I’ll block her on everything if you do the same with Mingyu” he playfully held his pinky up for you to seal the promise.

What he got instead, was a throaty laugh coming out of your mouth as you lightly slapped his hand away. “You’re an idiot”.

“I think it’s pretty reasonable, though?”

“We’ll see” you played along. “You need to get a girlfriend first in order for me to follow through”.

“I can block her right now, I don’t care” he stated, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“Stop!” You laughed, stopping him from unlocking it. “There’s no really need to just yet”.

Rolling his eyes, he let his phone fall on the couch. “You’re no fun”.

You chuckled, taking another sip as the living room fell silent and your mind went through everything you had just talked about. You surely had missed a lot.

You had missed him a lot.

“I can’t believe I never knew about Seoyun…”

“I mean, not even my sister knew back then, it wasn’t that serious…” he swirled the drink in his hand. “And we didn’t really talk that much anymore back then, so…”

“Yeah… sorry about that” you smiled bittersweetly. “It was my fault we drifted away. I’m sorry, Hyunie”.

“What do you mean it was your fault?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably. “Mingyu didn’t like me having guy friends. Girl friends he was fine with up to a certain extent, but he just… was a little possessive”

He felt his blood boil. “You never told me that”.

“Like you said, we didn’t really talk much back then anymore” you smiled weakly. “But yeah, I didn’t see it as a problem because I was so in love with him that it made me feel good to know that he wanted me all to himself, as idiotic as it sounds, so I ended up pulling away from most of my friends. Chan was the only guy friend I kept throughout our relationship, mainly because he’s been my best friend since high school. Mingyu still was a bit wary at first but Chan’s where I drew the line”.

“Couldn’t you have drawn the line with me, too?”

Hyunjin tried to make his words come off as a lighthearted joke, but the weak tone in his voice and the hurt look in his eyes let you know he was serious, regardless of the smile adorning his mouth.

“I tried, Hyunie. I really tried” you confessed.

“You did?” His eyes softened.

“Mhm…” you ran a hand through your hair. “You mean a lot to me, I loved the way our friendship was back then, but Mingyu just had this… he was convinced you had a thing for me, and he would go on and on about it”.

Oh.

“Then again, according to him everyone had a thing for me” you rolled your eyes at the memory. “So please don’t take it to heart, I know you didn’t and it was all in his mind. I tried to reason with him plenty of times, but he just wouldn’t listen”.

“I understand…” he mumbled. “It’s okay…”

All this time, he thought he had made a good job at hiding his feelings for you. Apparently not.

Of course they would be obvious as hell to the one other person who was in love with you back then.

He hated to admit it, but he could see where Mingyu was coming from; at least when it came to him. He could’ve handled it better for sure, but he knew that if he was in Mingyu’s shoes and he knew you were close with someone who had a thing for you, he wouldn’t like it either.

“I wish I hadn’t pushed everyone away because of him…” you lamented.

“At least you still have Yeji and Chan” he tried to cheer you up.

“Yeah, but now I feel like a third wheel most of the time” you confessed rather bitterly. “It’s not their fault at all, and they do make me feel included, but that’s just how I feel. It was great before because there were four of us, but now it’s just me and ugh”.

Watching you throw your head back in exasperation, he bit his lip, staring into his glass as he debated on whether to say the words that were dancing on the tip of his tongue.

“Maybe we could…”

Your head snapped back to him, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“Maybe we could what?” You wondered when he wouldn’t.

“Maybe we could take up where we left off?”

“Where we left off?”

“Yeah, you know… I mean, I hope it wasn’t only me, but I feel like we were really close back then? Before he came into the picture” he explained, feeling nervous as ever under your piercing stare. “Like, we’d text everyday, we’d see each other quite often too… we didn’t have to rely on Yeji to interact, and… if you’re up for it, I would like to go back to that”.

All nervousness washed away when you smiled.

Nodding your head softly, you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your mouth, making the pace of his heartbeats skyrocket.

“I would really love that”.

“You would?” He asked breathily.

“Mhm…” you reassured him. “I don’t know if you missed the part where I said you mean a lot to me, but I’d love for us to be close again”.

Hyunjin smiled shyly, lowering his head and begging his cheeks not to give away the beautiful mess he was feeling inside.

As if saved by the bell, your eyes went to the TV for a second, and only that took for you to jump in your place and gesture for him to take a look as well.

Fifteen seconds until midnight.

Fourteen.

Thirteen.

“Twelve minutes already?” You asked, dumbfoundedly looking at him.

Hyunjin laughed. Had you not looked at the TV in that moment, you would probably have continued talking into the next year without noticing.

Ten.

Nine.

“To pick up where we left off?” He offered a small toast, raising his glass.

Six.

You chuckled, happily nodding your head before raising your glass as well. “To pick up where we left off”.

Three. You counted together.

Two.

One.

Clinking your glasses together, the two of you gave it a poor attempt at cheering, resulting in both of you laughing as you leaned in for a comfortable hug.

“Happy new year, Hyunie” you cooed, resting your chin on his shoulder.

He smiled softly, mimicking your small action and gently rubbing his thumbs up and down your sides. “Happy new year, Y/N”.

Starting the new year together and with the promise of becoming close again, could only make the two of you excited, hopeful even, for what was to come.

Needless to say, he was not going back to the club after midnight.

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◇ 06. new me

◇ heart out

◇ hwang hyunjin x reader | best friend’s brother au

when your long-term boyfriend left you for someone else, not only were you left to deal with a broken heart, but also with the discouragement of never finding true love in your life.

after all, you were completely unaware of the fact that your best friend’s little brother fell head over heels for you the moment he first saw you six years ago, and he’d be damned not to show you, firstly, that he was no longer the teenage boy your mind made him up to be, and, secondly, that he would be the man to step up and love you right.

author’s note: these just keep getting longer and longer 💀 can you tell i’m enjoying writing this story so far lol. as always i hope you guys enjoy it too and i would really love to read your thoughts on it<3

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