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6TH ANNIVERSARY ♡ SKZ’S MAGIC SCHOOL FEAST HAN
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cinnamon roll just too sweet to eat 💕
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We can't be friends | H.H.
Pairing: Hyunjin x reader
Genre: ANGST, smut
Summary: you have been in love with your best friend for a long time. On a night where you were supposed to comfort him after a break up, things heat up and he finally looks at you the way you wanted.
Words count: 2,957
THIS WORK IS FOR +18 AUDIENCES ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Warnings: biting, protected piv, hickeys, blowjob, hair pulling, cursing(I think that's all)
A/N: I wanted to write something to "we can't be friends" by ariana grande, I was thinking so hard about what to write and this idea came to me so suddenly and I knew I had to write it.
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Hwang Hyunjin was everything you ever dreamt about. You didn’t realize that right when you met him in your first year of college, to you he was just a friend until he wasn’t anymore. You started noticing every little thing about him, how his eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, the face he makes when he eats something good, what are his favorite drinks and snacks. Suddenly everything about Hyunjin sounded so interesting that you didn’t even realize you were in love. You didn’t realize how happy you got every time he sent you a message, how touched you felt when he went to pick you up at work because it was raining and you forgot your umbrella, how calm you felt when you were with him, watching a movie and chilling.
The moment you realized you were in love, you knew you couldn’t be best friends anymore but you liked to pretend. Hyunjin never even looked at you twice so your mind never went to dark places, wondering what it would be like to tell him how you feel but even though that was the case, he didn't make it easy for you to stop liking him.
He would bring you snacks and medicine when you were on your period, when you felt down about anything he would be there to cheer you up and you could tell him just about anything, you knew he wouldn’t judge you — well, almost anything. Could he ever understand you about this, though? How could you fall in love with your best friend?
When he got his first girlfriend it was a shock to you, the pain in your chest felt like it would burn you whole, but you kept fighting with your heart, telling yourself that it wouldn’t do you any good for him to know about your feelings. His relationship didn’t last long but it also wasn’t the last you heard about a relationship of his and you thought you were okay with it. That is, until he met his last girlfriend. Hyunjin was head over heels for her and that killed you time and time again. Your heart broke more and more every time he talked about her, every time you slept over and heard him calling her late at night, telling her how much he loved her. A month went by, then three months, then a year.
Of course you didn’t want them to break up because you knew he would suffer and that was the last thing you wanted, even if in that case you would be the one hurting. You tried to date other people, but you always felt it was wrong because deep inside you didn’t want to get over him, not when you were still hopeful that one day he would look at you.
It was late at night when Hyunjin called you, it was clear in his voice that something was not right.
“Can you come over?” He asks, voice hoarse and tired.
“Give me ten minutes”, you tell him, jumping out of bed. You were already in your pjs, ready to sleep and no one other than Hyunjin could make you go out this time of the night.
You don't even change your shirt, putting on sweatpants and brushing your hair quickly before grabbing your keys and your coat, walking to the door. The chill air of the night blows your hair, messing everything up and making your face grow cold. Winter has been killing you for a while now, you have been avoiding coming to the cold outside since you started to work from home.
You get into your car, turning on the heater, putting on some light music so you can stay calm and not freak out about what happened to your best friend.
You don’t even knock when you get to his apartment, pressing the password to the door lock and entering the house. A strong smell of liquor comes straight to your nose, stopping you in your tracks. There are so many soju bottles on the floor that you can’t even count and you hear the sound of the shower, so you can only conclude that Hyunjin is taking a bath.
Sighing and taking your coat, you throw it on the table, going to the kitchen to find a plastic bag and starting to collect the trash around the living room. What the hell happened? Hyunjin is usually pretty neat, it’s rare to see his house this messy.
You hear the sound coming from the bathroom disappear while you wash the dishes, drying your hands on a towel and leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting for Hyunjin to show up.
He looks awful, clean but horrible. He has eye bags under his eyes and seems tired like he hasn't slept in days.
“What happened?” You ask him, walking to him to take a closer look.
Hyunjin pouts, looking at you. You swear he’s almost crying.
“Jisoo broke up with me”, he says, running his hand through his hair.
“She did what?” You scowl, eyes widening and he sighs. “What happened? This came out of nowhere”
“I don’t know, she’s been acting weird lately and she didn’t want me to pick her up at work anymore so I asked about it and she felt offended that I was being suspicious of her, but I was not”, he whines, “I was just asking if there was something wrong”
“When did it happen? Are you drunk right now?” You recall the amount of empty bottles of alcohol you found when you arrived.
“She ended it yesterday, I thought she was gonna come around”, he cries out, “but she even blocked me on social media”
Hyunjin turns around, walking to the sofa and sitting, supporting his elbows on his thighs while he covers his face.
“I'm not drunk, I ran out of booze a few hours ago and just couldn't get myself to go buy more”, he sighs, “I have no energy”
You feel that pain in your chest, you never wanted to see him suffering like this.
“Look, you have today to cry and tomorrow you're gonna forget about her, okay?”, you groan, the last thing you want is to comfort the guy you like because someone else broke his heart. “You have me, you’re gonna be fine” You walk to him, sitting by his side and patting his back. Hyunjin sighs, nodding begrudgingly.
“Thank you for coming”, he says, leaning down and putting his head on your shoulder. “I know it's late”
“Don’t worry about it”, you assure him, “I'm always here for you”
Hyunjin nods, looking up at you before you glance down at him, his dark eyes watching you like he can see right through you, all your emotions. Suddenly the atmosphere becomes strange, you both fall into silence and you feel something deep inside you, something you don't think you have ever felt before as he glances to your mouth and then your lips are on his.
For a few seconds you can't fully understand what's happening, are you two really kissing? And is he reciprocating? Hyunjin’s lips are just like you thought it would be, soft and sweet. Are you a horrible person for doing this when he just broke up with his girlfriend? His hands move to cup your face, deepening the kiss but yours go straight to his chest, pushing him away.
“We shouldn't do this”, you shake your head, trying to get back to your senses. “This isn't right”
Hyunjin scowls.
“It's fine, I want it”, he tries kissing you again but you stop him again.
“You were drinking earlier, you are not thinking straight”, you try keeping your cool.
“I'm sober now”, he insists, “please, y/n”, he pleads, making your heart melt.
It's not like you don't want to have him, you really do.
“You won't regret it later?” You ask, biting on your bottom lip and when he shakes his head, you turn off the side of your brain that makes good decisions, kissing him again.
You grab his face, deepening the kiss, delighting yourself on his plump lips. His long hair falls around your fingers, tickling your skin and the brush of his tongue on yours makes you sigh. Hyunjin bites on your bottom lip, pulling it lightly while his hands slide down to your hips, pressing his fingers with such force you think it might cause a bruise.
He kisses you again, hungrily, leaning over and making you fall back on the sofa as he hovers over your body. You feel tiny beneath him, like he holds all the power in the world and you’re just there ready to make all his wishes come true.
As he trails kisses down your neck, you sigh and slide your hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off of him and throwing it somewhere in the room. You kiss him again, eagerly, not capable of staying away for too long as his hands slide down your shirt grabbing at your breasts, making you let out a moan. Your hands go down his abs, sliding inside his pants, pressing your fingers around his hard cock. You start massaging it up and down and Hyunjin bites on your bottom lip, pulling it slightly just enough for you to feel a slight pain.
He slips his hand down your bra, kneading at your breasts and pinching on your nipples.
“Fuck”, you murmur, not able to hold up anymore as you pull your on shirt off to give him the view of your chest that's bare in a few seconds since you work fast to undo your bra.
He watches you for a moment, mesmerized by your beauty. You feel your cheeks grow hot, trying to cover yourself but he blocks your movements, holding your arms above your head. Hyunjin kisses your neck, leaving a trail of bites that are going to cause you to use turtlenecks for a while but you are not complaining, he trails down your collarbone till your breasts so he can suck on your nipples, rubbing his hard cock against your tight while he enjoys his time at your chest.
You can't hold yourself back anymore, so you put your hands on his chest, pushing him away enough for him to sit down. You throw one leg over him, sitting on his lap, brushing your core against his hard cock, moaning to the delicious pressure. You kiss him again, rubbing yourself against him a few times, his hands go straight to your hip forcing you down.
You pull away when you can't breathe anymore, trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, giving him a bite right on top of his collarbone, not stopping until he hisses.
“You're going to leave a mark”, he groans, opening his eyes that were shut in pleasure, just to look at you, seeing the smirk you have on your lips.
“That's the point”, you say, finally detaching your lips from his skin, enjoying the view of it turning purple.
You get down from his lap, getting on your knees in between his legs, pulling his pants and underwear down to find his painfully hard cock, glistening with precum. You grab the base of his cock, pumping it a few times before you get close enough to lick the head, circling it with your tongue, listening to him moan while he grabs the sofa, knuckles turning with the strength he's using.
You hold one of his hands with yours bringing it to your head and letting it rest on your hair, as you look at him sharply, sucking up and down on his cock even more eagerly.
“Fuck”, he grabs a handful of your hair, pressing your head further down his cock, the head reaching the back of your throat, making tears escape your eyes. “You look so pretty gagging around me”, he murmurs, throwing his head back, groaning to the intense feeling of the orgasm approaching.
You feel his grip tighten on your hair and he cums a few seconds later, letting go of your hair and breathing heavily, trying to recompose himself. You stare at him from the floor, not sure if he's going to want to keep going, but he soon looks back at you stretching himself to the side of the sofa till he reaches the drawer in the rack, pulling a condom out of there.
“Do you want to-”, he begins to say.
“Yes”, you nod frantically not even letting him finish.
“Good”, he smiles, tearing the package and putting on the condom, his cock hardening again. “It's pretty difficult not to get hard again seeing you fucked out like that for me”, he teases. Your hair is disheveled, your lips are swollen and there are tears marks down your cheeks.
You smile sheepishly watching as Hyunjin offers you his hand, pulling you down to sit back on his lap. You grab his cock, teasing your entrance lightly, closing your eyes to the feeling. When you sink down you swear you can see stars, his cock is just perfect, the stretch feels so good you can't even begin to describe it. He's reaching places you didn't even know you wanted to be reached, the way he grabs your hips, pushing you down on him while he makes you grind makes the sensation a thousand times better. You can already barely breath when he kisses you again, bringing a hand to your hair and pulling it while he bites on your lips, you can feel him thrusting into you, faltering movements showing that he's almost reaching his second orgasm. He trails kisses down your neck, kissing the hill between your breasts and licking on your right nipple while he curses under his breath.
“I'm gonna cum”, he announces, detaching his mouth from your chest, glancing at you just to see you nod, murmuring ‘me too, I'm almost there’ over and over until a loud moan escapes your lips. Your legs tremble and you hug Hyunjin looking for some kind of support, he wraps his arms around you, fucking into you while he cums too.
You don't have any strength left to get up when you come down from your high, resting your head on his shoulder. Hyunjin gently picks you up, holding your legs around his hips while he carries you to his room, laying you down on his bed. He murmurs something but you're too groggy to understand him, falling into a deep slumber as soon as you feel his lips meeting your forehead.
It's already afternoon when you wake up, there's no one by your side though and you feel the pain of regret beginning to find its way to your chest. You could ignore it, you really could, if it wasn't for Hyunjin’s voice coming from outside the room. You dress up fast, walking to the door to hear what he's talking about and then you realize he's not alone.
“Do you have any idea of how much you hurt me?” You hear his voice.
“I'm sorry”, you hear Jisoo’s voice, “I know I went overboard this time but I wasn't thinking clearly”
You feel your stomach sinking in, your heart starts beating on your ears but you make a huge effort to keep listening to them.
“What do you want me to do about it now?” He asks, sighing.
“Let's get back together”, she suggests, “we can pretend we never even broke up in the first place”
You want to believe with all you have in you that he's gonna deny her, that he's going to think about you and tell her he's not interested anymore.
“Fine”, he says, “but I'll need some time to think”
You wish you could say you're surprised with his answer but you're not, it's not even sad, it's just pathetic. You really thought that he would really look at you this time, didn't you? That he would fall in love with you after one night together? That's embarrassing to say the least.
You scoff to yourself, walking around the room and collecting your things, you want to get the hell out of there and disappear from this world.
You hear the front door being closed and you know Hyunjin is gonna show up at any time now.
You're already ready to go when he opens the door, stopping on his tracks to look at you.
“I didn't know you were awake”, he says, sheepishly.
“I am”, you say walking past him in the direction of the front door.
“Y/N, about yesterday-”, he starts saying but is interrupted by you spinning around to look at him, trying to contain the tears that are threatening to escape your eyes.
“You're a fucking asshole”, you tell him, making him scowl.
“I- look, you don't understand”, he tries but you laugh, scoffing at him.
“What don't I understand? That you fucked me one night and went back to your girlfriend the next morning?”
“I wasn't on my right mind yesterday”
“Fuck you”, you feel your face hot with anger, “you said you wouldn't regret it”, you cry out as you run your hands through your hair, “I guess that's on me for really believing you”
“Let's not let this ruin our friendship okay? We can take some time apart to clear our heads but we are still best friends, y/n”
“We can't be friends”, you inform him, “I have known that for a long time now but I liked to pretend”, you sigh, waiting for him to say something, anything that could make you stay, but Hyunjin just stares at you in shock and watches as you leave him.
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bandgie · 2 days
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Free Use - Hyung Line
warnings: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, !!free-use is legal and public!!, public sex (duhhh), dry humping, gangbangs (implied), pussy easting, sex photography, reader is called slut
notes: longer version of this ask! to be clear, this is a free-use society so if you're not comfortable with that, don't read it pls! thanks :)
BANGCHAN! - even if it's completely legal to fuck you in public, chan can't bring himself to. your moans, whimpers, cries... those are for his ears (and maybe a few close friends) but that doesn't mean he won't do a few things - main one is arguably dry humping. standing behind you while waiting in a line for some boba and his hands settle on your hips. it's cute at first, but his grip tightens. you'll arch your back further into him because you know what he wants, you can feel it. - he grinds his hips softly on your ass. guiding his cock over your body before sliding it out to put it between your thighs. He breathlessly moans in your ear, one hand moving to grope your chest over your shirt. if he gets really into it, chan will push your head down once you make it to the counter and rut into you like he's actually fucking you and still order. - another that's more intense is when he's working in the studio. he's got you pretty and nice on his lap. Changbin and Han are so used to you riding his thigh that they hardly notice your moans anymore. - no shorts, no underwear. just your bare pussy on his leg while you hump him desperately. in a way, this is more degrading since people will come in and out of the studio, asking for adjustments and adding things to the schedule acting like they can't see you rocking your hips on his flexed thigh. but it still doesn't stop you from quietly pleading for his friends to have a turn too.
"I dunno, babe. I've got a lot of work. Why don't you keep doing this and if you're a good girl, I'll think about it."
MINHO! - total opposite of chan, he is 100% fucking you in public. everyone needs to see how much a slut you are, how much you love being fucked no matter the time of day. just cuz he's a little shit, minho will purposely fuck you in places you're supposed to be quiet. on a bus, a train, the library, the possibilities are endless - the bus though? his favorite. there's so many eyes silently watching him bounce you on his lap. all his has to do is tap his thigh and you know to lift your skirt up and sink onto his cock. no underwear on because why would you? - he wants you to be loud, he wants the people around you to join in. to twist your nipples and shove fingers in your mouth. some people will look at you with disgust wondering why mandated free use is even legal. most will be jealous though, asking minho if you're up for grabs or if you're personal use - and when it's finally your stop, he'll slide out of you and feel the way your pussy clings onto him. a few people might follow you guys until he stops at an alleyway (he has some decency) and bends you over the air.
"You can use any hole you want, but her pussy's mine."
CHANGBIN! - you're public free-use when he first meets you. there's just something about your moans, the way you move your hips, the aroused look in your eye. changbin doesn't usually engage with mandated free-use sluts but you catch his eye right at the start - he'll frequent at the place you do service at and watch most of the time. jerking himself off at the same pace you're bouncing on a cock. but he'll work up the courage and finally take you like he's been wanting to, flipping you around to get a up close view of your face - gosh, you're perfect. fucked out expression, swollen lips, cum dripping down your pretty body. how has no one made you a personal slut yet? changbin taps his fat tip on your clit, watching your body vibrate in overstimulated pleasure - he takes a long time, the people behind him growing impatient, but he doesn't care. you deserve to be praised, to be cherished. your walls are so soft and warm when he slides in, most likely from the previous people fucking you endlessly, but changbin hardly minds the fact. he presses his cock deep in you, feeling your pussy spasm and clench. and when he slides out? he gets to see all of your cream coating his length.
"So pretty. Pretty, pretty girl. You're not personal yet, right? Binnie will take care of you. Binnie can make you feel like this everyday."
HYUNJIN! - even though you're the one who's free-use, hyunjin acts like he is. he always worships you, in or out of the bedroom. he'll bring you to his photoshoots and surprises you with being photographed! the makeup artists and hair dresses doll you up so nice and pretty. you look beautiful, how can Hyunjin stay away? - with the cameras shuttering, he'll get on his knees and hook one of your legs over his shoulder. peeling the dress up to expose your sweet cunt. the makeup artists will scowl since the'll have to redo it and the hairdressers groan when you thread your fingers through his carefully styled hair, but he doesn't care - the photographers will make the best of what they can. there's no use in trying to pry Hyunjin away from you. your pussy tastes too sweet, too inviting on his tongue. so you'll be able to hear the rapid clicks of cameras and see the flashes of light while orgasming in his mouth - it's definitely a little strange to see yourself on the front cover of a magazine with hyunjin between your legs, but it's even stranger that it looks good!
"You look like an angel. You're shy? Don't be shy! You're beautiful, everyone needs to see that."
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you're my baby, say it to me
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MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY | ☕
warnings: mentions of menstruation, panty grinding, aftercare <33
a/n: I just needed a soft chan for when I am going through it during that time of the month. This is purely self indulgent :((
Soft Channie who sings your favorite songs while you rest. The strumming of the guitar like soft kisses. Soft Channie who makes your favorite drink, perfect amount of cream and sugar, to ease your cramps.
Soft Channie who massages your feet while you talk about your latest TV show, all the drama happening between your favorite characters. Soft Channie who listens intently, pressing his palms into the palm of your feet, telling you how cute you look when you talk about your interests.
Soft Channie who cautiously grinds on top of your panties, knowing even the slightest stimulation will help your menstrual pain. Holding his shirt between his teeth, he slowly thrusts his hips into your soft, clothes cunt.
Soft Channie who lets small, pathetic whimpers leave his lips, careful not to push you too far or thrust too quickly. Soft Channie who is desperate to cum, his tip swollen and red against your fabric. Your clit poking through ever so slightly, to brush against it.
Soft Channie with impatient beads of cum forming at the tip. The shaft of his cock pulsating faster. You grab his face and force him to make eye contact, knowing it will be the end of him
Soft Channie who pours himself on top of you. Covering and coating you entirely. Soft Channie who apologizes again and again for making such a mess, kissing and cleaning you profusely.
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Texting Skz “Happy Anniversary” (Hyung Line)
//gn!reader x Skz//
Synopsis: You try and wish your boyfriend a happy anniversary for Skz Day
Genre: crack, fluff
Warnings: none
A/N: HAPPY SKZ DAYYYYYYYYY. Wanted to put a little something out for the kids’ 6th year 🫶🏾
~Maknae Line~
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CHANGBIN Stray Kids 6th Anniversary | SKZ’S MAGIC SCHOOL FEAST
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yonglixx · 3 days
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Stray Kids 6th Anniversary🎉💛
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pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader
genre: ????? idek, fluff ig, f2l, drunk confession
request: "Drunk texts from reader to best friend skz, but reader writes everything grammatically correct and doesn't make mistakes. (I literally have a friend like this lmao). Also maybe some mutual pining, like idiots to lovers style?"
a/n: i know it said bsf skz so you might've meant it like one of those ot8 texts i always make but i only had the imagination for one (1) of it and as a hyunjin stan (which so are you my beloved 🦭 anon) i just had to go with him. sorry not sorry. i hope you enjoy<3
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huiracha · 3 days
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hyunpic · 2 days
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HYUNJIN ♡ WKOREA & KILIAN PARIS
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thevampywolf · 3 days
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𝐀 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐧
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☆ Genre: Idol!Chan, angst, fluff
☆ Warnings: None
☆ Request: No
☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N (Changbin, Hyunjin, Han)
☆ Word Count: 3k
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He wasn't depressed.
Chan clicked onto the left button of his mouse. His hand moved slightly with the small device as he located the new folder he had just created, and he right clicked the mouse before pasting a file into it. His laptop screen was dark as it started to transfer his file, and Chan could see his reflection painted clearly in front of him. Dark rings hugged the skin below his eyes, and his brows were so tense they almost appeared to form a single, harsh line across his forehead. His lips were swollen and chapped from chewing them, and seeing his own face looking back at him, Chan couldn't help but bite his lower lip again with perplexity.
Chan looked down at his hand on the mouse as he waited. He wiggled his dry fingers; pain shot through the middle of his wrist and up into his forearm like a fiery shooting star. He winced and removed his hand before pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhaled slowly.
Now that he wasn't focusing on his work, Chan could feel everything that was wrong with himself and his environment. At some point unbeknownst to him, the triangular lights above his bed had switched off, as had the two round ones on either side of his TV. He was in complete darkness bar the glow from his laptop, and it was suddenly very uncomfortable. Alongside that the man felt as though the entirety of his back and shoulders were slowly being pulverised beneath a sledgehammer; Chan thumped the curve of his shoulders with his fist - a feeble attempt at trying to remove the throbbing pain. It didn't work, and he slumped back against his chair, his head falling backwards in mild annoyance.
Chan loved his work. Or so he constantly told himself … he enjoyed the process of creating something out of nothing; but most of all, he enjoyed how it distracted him from everything around him.
And with a mind that worked overtime like his, Chan needed a distraction whenever he could get one. Perhaps it was a not so positive quality of his - he didn't really want to acknowledge that part of himself - but on most occasions, Chan would much rather shove all his ailments to the back of his mind and lock the door after them before they seeped out again. He was prone to getting too caught up in the intricate web of his mind; he wasn't sure if it was due to a lack of self control, or if maybe some part of him enjoyed torturing himself with the possibilities of things that he knew deep down would never come to pass. Either way, Chan didn't particularly want to deal with his brain at all.
Perhaps he was a little depressed.
Chan blinked slowly as his file continued to load. It was a large file - larger than he had initially participated. He had been working on it for hours on end, and even though he was somewhat satisfied with the outcome, Chan wasn't exactly happy. These days, it seemed as though everything to do with his work that had once filled the emptiness inside of him had started to not be enough. There was a hole inside of him, and as the days went by, Chan was beginning to feel hollow and unsatisfied.
Of course, that only made him work harder. Chan wasn't the biggest advocate of admitting things to himself, and he wasn't about to accept how making music didn't feel the same to him anymore. Even listening to it had begun to feel like work, rather than pleasure. It irritated him - and so he was trapped in a continuous cycle of working, hating it, and working harder.
Chan was snapped out of his mental darkness when a loud, high pitched cackle sounded from outside his bedroom; a fit of giggles followed, and the corners of Chan's lips turned up at the sound of Y/N laughing over Changbin’s laughter. A muffled chaos broke out as Hyunjin and Jisung joined in, and Chan's smile grew at the sound as he slumped back against his seat.
A bubble of annoyance aimed at himself popped inside his body. He really should have listened to Y/N and joined in with them instead of being cooped up inside his bedroom the entire evening. But he had shut her out as per usual, and told her he wanted - needed - to work. He had expected her to leave; but Y/N had stayed outside of his bedroom, telling him she would stay until he had finished. If she couldn't convince him to stop working, perhaps she could stay and show him how silly he was being.
It was nearly one in the morning, and Chan's eyes stung as he stole another glance at the list of files on his laptop.
He really despised himself sometimes. He didn't understand why he found it so difficult to push his work aside. Perhaps it was pride; he told himself it was because he was the leader, he had to set a good example. He had to keep working otherwise things would crumble. But no … perhaps it was because he knew joining in with his friends would bring the vulnerability out of him.
And he couldn't let that happen. He had to be strong. He had to be a pillar of support for the people around him.
He couldn't show his weaknesses. He didn't want to.
But Y/N … there was something about her. She didn't exactly push his boundaries. But she always managed to draw the softness out of him without her even realising it. Whenever Chan was around her, he could feel the tough exterior he was trying to build around himself starting to melt. With her, he didn't have to pretend to be strong all the time. She never expected him to, either.
And that terrified him. His feelings for her confused him at the best of times; he never understood how it was possible to feel so strongly for another human being. A part of him thought it was something that he wouldn't ever experience, that love wasn't written in the stars for him. And he hadn't expected to find it in Y/N out of all people; it hit him out of the blue like an episodic wave, and it swept him completely off of his feet.
He wasn't used to it. He wasn't used to his feelings being reciprocated.
In return, Chan kept pushing Y/N away. It constantly surprised him that she was still by his side despite how aloof he had been towards her. Other people would have given up on him by now, but not Y/N. She was always there with her pearls of wisdom and her sweet, warm smile.
Chan closed his eyes as her familiar face rose in his mind. Why did he do this to himself? Why couldn't he surrender himself fully and accept her help when he needed it? He was too stubborn, too proud to admit that he wasn't invincible - perhaps he thought accepting help was a sign of weakness, something he was too good for.
Chan rubbed the back of his hand over his cheek. It came away wet, and he sniffed, drawing the cuffs of his hoodie over his fingers.
In truth, the man was sure he was losing his sanity day by day. All his years of holding everything in, all his worries, his problems, everything he had bottled up inside of him was starting to have negative effects on both his mind and his body. The figurative bottle was too small; it seemed as though the lid was starting to pop off, and everything that Chan had pushed away was beginning to trickle out of him, and he couldn't stop it.
Another bubble of laughter erupted from beyond his room, and unable to keep himself away any longer, Chan shut his laptop. He pushed his seat back and groaned inwardly as he stood up; he clasped his hands over his lower back and stretched backwards as much as he could. The man's pace was slow as he crossed the small distance from his desk to his bed, and he fumbled around before switching on his violet lights again. He shuffled to the door of his bedroom.
Chan smiled softly as he leaned against his dooframe. Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung and Y/N were sitting on the floor, huddled around the table in the middle of the room as they played a card game together. Pizza boxes were stacked on the side; Chan's stomach rumbled as he stared at them. He suddenly wished he hadn't refused his friends’ insistent offering of the food earlier on.
Y/N spotted him first. She slapped a card onto the table and looked up in triumph; Changbin roared and Y/N's mischievous eyes softened as she caught sight of Chan watching them all with his usual loving expression.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Y/N grinned at him. “Finally left your man cave?”
Chan rolled his eyes at her teasing just as Changbin’s cackles filled the room again, accompanied by Jisung's guffaws and Hyunjin's chortles. It was like a zoo, and Chan couldn't help but chuckle at the familiar sound around him.
“Ha-ha,” Chan said, folding his arms across his broad chest. “What are you guys doing?”
“She was waiting for you,” Changbin replied loudly as he pointed to Y/N. “And we were … “
“... Not waiting for you,” Jisung offered helpfully.
It made the little group start to giggle again, and Chan shook his head good naturedly at their antics. He swivelled his gaze onto Y/N; she was already watching him, her brows furrowed as she surveyed the hollows beneath his eyes.
“Are you still waiting for me?” Chan directed his question towards her quietly.
Y/N set her cards down onto the table. “Depends on if you've finished working or not.”
The side of Chan's mouth turned up in a half smile. He tilted his head to the space behind him, signing for Y/N to follow before he retreated back into his room.
Y/N carefully shut the door behind her as she ventured into his bedroom. Chan was rubbing his face with his hands, and he dropped them when he caught her looking.
“Do you want some pizza?” Y/N broke the silence first.
Chan's eyes lit up. “Is there some left?”
Y/N nodded. “I saved you some.”
“You did … ?” Chan wondered out loud.
Y/N smiled. “Of course I did. You forget I know you, Christopher.”
At that, Chan looked towards the ground as his lips spread into a touched smile. “Yeah. I guess you do … “
“So … do you want some?” Y/N asked him again.
Chan chuckled. His eyes sparkled when he looked up again. “Later.”
Y/N watched the man carefully as he began to walk towards her. She tilted her head up when he stopped a few inches from her, and she couldn't help but notice the awkward tension to his limbs. It was as though he was holding himself back, his stance rigid as he looked down again, and Y/N's eyes grew softer as he blinked up at him.
She reached out and gently curled her fingers around his. They were cold; it surprised her. She had never known his touch to be anything other than warm. But his hand was as cold as it was rough, and Y/N's heart fluttered with sympathy for him as she pulled him into her. The small movement seemed to be exactly what Chan needed - he immediately melted into her, his body sinking while Y/N wrapped her arms around him tightly. Her hand was soft as it cupped the back of his head, and he buried his face into the crook of her neck, his arms secure around her waist.
“You're so stupid,” Y/N whispered to him. She smiled when she felt Chan chuckling against her collarbone; he then sniffed, and she wasn't surprised when her skin grew wet with his hot tears a moment later. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Throw me in the bin,” Chan mumbled through his silent tears.
It was Y/N's turn to be amused. She giggled at his comment and tightened her grip around his shoulders. “No. Never.”
A moment later, Y/N slipped her hand back into Chan's and she led him to his bed. The two of them sat at the end, and Chan dropped his head against her shoulder again as she curled their hands together in his lap.
“Don't say I told you so,” Chan's voice was heavy as he stared into their distant reflection on his TV. “But … I should have listened to you.”
Y/N's lips twitched. “Oh yeah? About which part?”
Chan groaned and Y/N laughed under her breath as she squeezed his fingers. They had begun to warm up, and she turned her face to drop a kiss onto the man's temple.
“What's wrong with me?” Chan mumbled. “Why am I like this?”
“There's nothing wrong with you,” Y/N tutted. She slid one of his arms around his back, pulling him closer to her. “This is completely normal, baby. Everyone goes through times like this … you know that.”
“I know … “ Chan sighed. “I hate it. I hate everything.”
Y/N sighed. “I know.”
“It just feels like everything is going wrong,” Chan continued a moment later, sitting up again. “It feels like … like time is passing by so quickly, and I have so many things I want to do, and I don't have the time for anything, and when I do have the time, I can't do anything because all I can think about is work … I don't even know if this is what I want anymore.”
Y/N smoothed his curls away from his forehead. “What do you want?”
“I don't know,” Chan breathed. “Just … not this. I feel so heavy all the time. And I can't show the kids I'm feeling like this … “
“Why not?” Y/N asked softly.
“Because … I'm supposed to be the strong one. I'm the leader.”
At that, Y/N couldn't help but smile. “I think it's important for fathers to show their kids their vulnerability. Because then the kids know it's okay for them to be vulnerable too.”
Chan looked up at her. “You said that as if I'm actually their dad.”
“Well you are, aren't you?” Y/N said happily. “They're your kids. You're their dad.”
“You know that means you're their mum, right?” Chan chuckled. He shuffled a little closer to Y/N and kissed her cheek. “Our kids.”
Y/N snorted with quiet laughter. “Sure. Whatever makes you happy.”
“You make me happy,” Chan whispered.
“I do?”
“You do,” Chan nodded. “Can't you tell?”
Looking into his eyes, Y/N smiled softly. “Sometimes I really can't tell what you feel towards me. You always push me away.”
At that, Chan sighed. He leaned forward and slid his arms around her. He was quiet for a while, his breathing stirring Y/N's hair as she rested her cheek against him, her hand running up and down his back.
“I don't mean to,” Chan murmured a while later. “I … get scared sometimes. You're the only one I feel like I don't have to pretend around … and that confuses me.”
Y/N pulled away a little, frowning up at him. “Is that why you keep working instead of talking to me?”
Chan looked guilty. His nose and cheeks were pink, and his hair a dark cloud of frizz over his forehead. “Maybe.”
“Christopher … “ Y/N groaned. She squished his cheeks in her hands. “I knew there was something else going on. Every time I think I'm getting somewhere with you, it's like you run away and I'm at square one again. It's confusing for me too.”
“I didn't realise it was affecting you too,” Chan's voice was muffled with Y/N's grip on his face. It made her giggle and she leaned forward to kiss his nose. “I'm sorry, baby. I don't mean to do it … I'm just … “
“A scaredy cat?” Y/N grinned.
Chan sagged against her. “Yes.”
“I already knew that,” Y/N teased him. It made him frown goofily and she started to laugh again as she hugged him close. “Christopher?”
“Hmm?”
“You do know that I really care about you, right?” Y/N said quietly. He looked into her face as she spoke, his pupils moving slightly as he registered her words. “I care about you so much. And so do the kids. You don't have to sit in here on your own all the time because you're scared of showing your true feelings, you know? You're safe with us, baby. You're safe with me.”
Chan shut his eyes. His lashes shone with unshed tears, and Y/N caressed his cheekbones before sweeping his fingers over his closed eyes.
A second later Chan's stomach rumbled again. Much louder this time, and it caused his eyes to snap open in embarrassment.
Y/N burst into a fit of giggles. The sound was comforting to Chan, and he closed the small space between them by suddenly closing his lips over hers in the sweetest of kisses.
He smiled gratefully at her when he pulled away again, his forehead against hers. His nose bumped against hers and Y/N stole another kiss from before closing her hand around Chan's fingers.
“Come on. Looks like you really need that pizza,” Y/N grinned. “We got lava cakes too.”
Chan gasped. “You got lava cakes? And you didn't tell me?”
“Would it have changed your mind if I had?” Y/N grinned as she got up from the bed.
Chan chuckled. He rubbed the nape of his neck, flushing profusely. “Maybe not.”
Y/N was about to reach for his door handle when Chan's arms slid around her waist. She smiled and dropped her hand, letting the man hug her from behind, his chin warm on top of her head.
He squeezed her tightly. “Thank you, baby.”
Y/N peered up at him. “What for?”
Chan shrugged, his cheek dimpling as a shy smile crossed his face. “For loving me.”
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