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Billy Herrington Minute Man Series 18, 1999 - Buckshot Productions
Bussy hella tight it’s gonna loosen me right up 😈🍑
this solidify i like it's rank for me........ and it shall stay in the pit of the hell!!!!!!
don't ask
✱ 'friend'!bc x gn!reader
— pushing me further, pulling me closer, some sort of chemistry.
w.count → 0.4k genre → angst? warning → chan referred to as chris, cussing, indications of being more than friends, implied kissing, basically chan is a jerk lol a.n → look, i love i like it, but that song is just !!! major red flag like good lord why!!! also, i don't really have the heart to write chan as a jerk but i want to try hence this being really short lol enjoy!♡
you knew what you were getting into when you decided to ditch your gut feeling and took his bait,
but fuck—how you wished you could kick past you in the ass.
“what are we?”
the clicking of chris’ keyboard finally came to a halt, robbing the already silent studio from its only source of sound. your question actually caught him off guard—he knew the question were bound to be asked, he just didn’t exactly know when.
“we’re friends,” he swiftly answered, turning in his sleek black chair to face you on his sofa, snuggled up in one of the hoodies he had lent you but never asked for its return. “aren’t we?”
“friends who casually holds hands?” your lips tugged into a bitter smile, “maybe friends who say ‘i like you’ like it’s nothing? or friends who knew how each other’s lips taste like? gee, chris, i didn’t know you’re someone like that.”
you know you have no one else to blame. not changbin for introducing you to chris and the rest of the kids, not hyunjin and han who asked you to tag along when the two were going out for lunch with chris, not even chris himself who had led you on with his pretty dimpled smile and sweet words.
you were the one who dived headfirst into his endless pool of affection—and you’re paying for the price when your feet could no longer touch the end of the pool.
“oh, don’t be like that,” chris exhaled, midnight colored curls bounced on his forehead as he let his weight onto the back of his chair, “i do like you. it’s not nothing.”
you let your eyes roam free on his features—ones you slowly had grown to find endearing, as you attempt to find specks of sincerity behind his deep brown eyes.
yet, all you could find was measly attempts of forged empathy.
“i just… i like things the way they are. i can’t—“
“save it, chris,” you shook your head, finally found the strength to stand on your two feet as you threw the hoodie you had kept onto his empty lap. your view turned blurry as tears involuntarily welled up on your eyes, and the fact that you still got hurt by the reality you’ve been avoiding yourself only irked you more. “don’t bother saying anything if you’re only going to say it’s better for us to be simply ‘you’ and ‘me’. i’m done.”
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What. It’d be weird if you didn’t listen to music from 10 years ago or beyond. Are there actually people who are like that?
'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me
⚠️ will use you as his own personal caprisun pouch
"I do not see this as a reason to be shamed. Stop being so delicious if you do not wish to be dined upon."