#bangchan ff

[leeknowsintrusivethots]

A Stray Concubine

| Part 1 | Pairings: Prince!Lee Know/You, Prince!Bangchan/You, RivalNoble!Hyunjin/You? We are all about possibility here. Summary: Entering into a harem choosing was something you have been groomed for since you were young. Your aim is to make Crown Prince Christopher fall at your heels in order to restore your ruined family name and fortune, but games of love are much harder than games of lies and deceit. Content: Angst (is it me if it's not?), slow burn, smut(warnings below the cut), fictional historical universe, dark themes, second person perspective, historical-typical gender roles, imperial harem-inspired concubine system, multi-pov WC: 5119 Minors do not interact. Do not repost my content to other websites. Notes: I'm back to writing again, keyboard slappin' again. Also, I am having trouble figuring out a way to format POV shifts on tumblr that is clean but not intrusive. I am open to suggestions.

Smut Warnings: very brief/very vanilla smut, sex with a stranger, no strings, mentions/illusions of oral, smut is not between leads of the story?(idk, I think some of you might be peeved by that. We do it for the plot.)

You

Powerful was a word that most would not place on a woman. 

Women were meant to be demure and delicate. They were meant to rear children and attend to household affairs as their husbands brought in income and fought in wars where there would be no true victors. It was not a woman's place to meddle in affairs of politics and governance outside of securing marriage alliances for unwanted daughters to bring extra wealth and prestige to the family name. That is simply how the world worked. 

You never questioned it in your childhood. You wore the pretty, colorful silks. You learned to speak eloquently but never out of turn. You played instruments and studied embroidery and other womanly arts. You were exactly what society dictated you be: a pretty face being prepared to be sold off for the honor of your family name. 

It was a single, fateful trip to the capital with your mother and father that had changed not only your perspective but the entire course of your life. Your family name was tarnished and your father was executed by the ruling Bang family for murder and treason. The only thing that had saved you and your mother was the grace of the sex you had been born with and her tears and pleas for mercy. Even as she cried and begged in front of His Majesty, the truths you had known crumbled to dust. 

Your father had been a puzzle piece in a generations long game of chess where the kings and queens played with the lives of others to gain power of their own. He had been a disposable pawn, easily lost to the ages as a traitor whom there would be no songs written about. Everyone knew it, and it didn't take long for you to realize it for yourself. You, even at a young age, looked beyond your mother's pretty tears and prettier words. 

You knew Princess Mai was set to wed the young lord Hwang.

The Hwangs were a powerful family - rivaling your own in terms of wealth and influence. Hwang Hyunjin was the sole heir to his family's fortunes. A marriage alliance with Princess Mai would tip the precarious balance of power to favor the Hwangs more greatly. It would have been a match that would have been detrimental to your own family's power. 

You knew all of this. You also knew the vial of dark purple liquid your mother had hidden under the flowing sleeve of her gown was not nail polish as she had told you. You had watched keenly as she had slipped the liquid into Princess Mai’s goblet as you all supped with the Queen without anyone else the wiser. Your mother's poison had killed the young princess before the physicians could even get through the door. As Queen Bang had cried and screamed for the loss of her child, your mother had secretly smiled. 

She had ruined the Hwang’s grab for more power and gotten rid of a Bang daughter in one fell swoop. She was the chess master, and she had outmaneuvered them all with a pretty face and a pretty smile. You don't know if she foresaw any of the consequences of her actions: the execution of her husband, the ruin of the family businesses, and the loss of your family's prestige.

Your mother had broken the mold. She had held your father under a spell with her looks alone. His station allowed him to take other wives if he chose, but he never did. He allowed her the freedom that many women would never get to taste in this lifetime, and she took it with greed and left him in a grave of her making. 

“Was the power worth it, Mother?” You asked the carriage window that tottered down the street.

Through the pristine glass, the lush landscape was ruined by the image of heavily armed men on horseback. They wore the colors and heraldry of the Bangs, and they patrolled the road to the palace with keen eyes and sharp blades. Their numbers were more than usual as they surveyed the throng of carriages and ladies on horseback that made the journey in an unlikely parade. 

The Selection was the only time that the Kingdom of Miroh would see such an odd assortment of women making their way to the Palace of Kings. It was a rare event, only happening when the Royal family required more women to act as concubines and maids. The needs of the Palace had nobles and commoners alike sending their daughters off for the possibilities of fame and fortune. 

Serving the royals as a maid was an honor that most of the peasantry could only dream of, but even nobles would be pleased if one of their younger daughters could secure a spot in the Royal household. It would ensure that they were at least in the line of sight of the many princes, and the maid staff were compensated fairly for their time along with accommodations and food provided for them. There were certainly worse places for a woman to find herself.

You, however, were not sent by your mother with such plebeian goals. 

It was not comfort you sought, nor was it the possibility of an affair with the princes. You were to aim higher. You were to become one of the women that history scorned for reaching beyond her station. 

Your aim was to ensure that you became Prince Bang's Most Favored. Your mother would accept no less. She wanted the favor, the prestige and wealth that would come along with your rise. It had always been her goal, and it had been fed to you for so long that you weren't even sure how much of it was your own desire over her influence. 

Did you want that level of power?

Did you even care to join the Royal family in such a fashion?

Would you ever even come to care for Prince Bang as more than a chess piece on your own board?

These were questions that you could not answer. You often thought of being a young girl again - ignorant to the world and the affairs of adults. You liked your pretty dresses. You loved running through your family's well maintained gardens with your favored hunting hound on your heels. You loved scrubbing paint off your arms and being scolded by your governess for ruining good gowns after a day of painting lessons. You were innocent then, but that was certainly no longer the case. 

The frivolities of childhood had to be left behind. You were an adult, and you knew more of the world than you cared to. You knew that as a gently bred woman, you would never be more than a broodmare for a rich and powerful man unless you took charge like your mother had so many times before. The consequences could be grave; you could lose your head if you weren't careful, but great queens had never become so by following the status quo. 

As you toiled with emotions far beyond your depth, the King's Gate shadowed your carriage eerily. It was an original part of the palace’s structure, built so solidly that the centuries had done minimal damage to its intricate design. It towered over the road, blocking out the sun with marbled walls inlaid with precious metals and jewels. It was meant to intimidate, and belittle. It was meant to make everyone passing in its shadows feel weak and small in comparison to the glory of the Royal Family. It opened seldomly, and only for whatever family sat the throne at the time. 

Its momentous shadow lasted for what felt like an eternity as the line of carriages trudged along the walls of the palace to a more appropriate entrance for those not of royal blood. You and the other women arriving for the selection were being directed to the same gate used for supply carriages and merchants. It was yet another mind game: being delivered like fine cattle to await the murderous whims of a king. It was a way to ensure all women of the selection knew their place - but you saw things through the lens of your mother. 

The Gate of Kings was the first thing all arrivals to the palace would see by design, but it would never open for them. Instead of intimidation, you saw a challenge to inflame and inspire your heart. You would enter through the Merchant's Gate, but you knew that the Gate of Kings would open for you one day. It was all a matter of what you had to do to make it happen - consequences be damned. 

Prince Minho

Head held high. Feet light and delicate. Body slim and lithe. Features sharp and regal despite station. Gown loose and flowing in bright, ostentatious colors. 

She could be a candidate, Lee Minho thought to himself as he watched the dancers practice. 

The brightly colored fabric of her gown rode up her ankles as she moved, offering the briefest flash of a pale and delicate ankle. It was inappropriate – bordering on scandalous. Had it been even a decade prior, she might have been imprisoned for her lewdness but times were changing. It was a fact of life as set in stone as the changing of seasons: people evolved and people learned. 

Minho liked that concept. He liked the ideas of society shifting and expanding. He liked the change of pace from the monotony, but what he liked even more was the prospect of those daring enough to enact that change. It took an uncommon spirit to go against the masses – to challenge the very knowledge that civilized society was built on. 

As if reading his thoughts, the dancer’s eyes found his and held them. Her's were not the wide eyes of an innocent maid. They were heavily lidded, seductive in their intent.

It was another act of impudence, a daring so strong she probably would be locked in a labor camp if his father witnessed the scene. A woman so open in her sexuality was a threat to the masculinity of the insecure men around her who grasped at whatever shred of power they thought was within their reach. She would be scorned – likely punished by her closest male relative had she acted so with any other man.

Lee Minho was certainly not just any man off the streets of Miroh. He was so much more, and arguably so much worse. A Prince of Miroh could easily have her pretty head taken off for such an insignificant slight against social norms. He hated himself for even thinking about it, but he did. He hated himself even as the dance practice came to a natural end and the dancer approached him carelessly. 

It was a silent exchange – not a single word passing her rouged lips as he took her slim hand in his and led her from the banquet hall. He knew what she wanted. It's what they all wanted. Motivations differed, but the methods never changed. A fun time with a Prince of one of the most powerful nations in the world. He was never one to reject the advances, never had been. 

Lee Minho was many things. He was a Second Prince of Miroh. He was the son of the most powerful man in the kingdom. He was the younger brother of the Crown Prince. He was an intellectual, a graceful fencer, and the official Spare of the Bang family. These were all monikers and titles the public used to describe him, but behind closed doors they sang a different tune. 

He was the shame of the Royal family. He favored arts over swordsmanship. He was an alcoholic who frequented ill reputed pubs and discussed philosophy over ale with criminal scholars. He was a rake who lived at brothels and slept with low class whores. They talked as if they knew him. They spoke as if he sat at their tables and discussed with him personally over hot tea – but they had no idea. 

They knew nothing of the self hatred that coursed through his veins. They knew nothing of the helplessness he felt due to his station. They would never understand the uncontrollable guilt that never failed to find him. 

He was a Prince. He held all the power in the world but that power was wrapped up and presented to him with strings attached ever since he came into the world. He could drink, he could talk and he could sleep his way through the entirety of Miroh but that was as far as his freedom extended. The second he even stepped over the invisible line of what was acceptable, everything could be taken away. 

The change he wanted was within his reach – a delicate treasure that would be so easy to share. Reaching up to break it free for the rest of the world would spell the end of everything he had, but he was not brave enough. He was a coward – a coward hiding behind fancy words and under the colorful skirts of women far more courageous than he. 

His frustrations often manifested in indulgence in the freedoms he was allowed. He would drink, he would dine, and he would fuck in a vain attempt to fill the deepest pits of his tarnished soul. He never wanted it. He had wanted to change it, but his own desires had twisted him. He became the very thing he feared: a powerful man taking advantage of the luxuries given to him without giving anything in return. 

The dancer’s back was pressed against a thin wooden door. Her lithe legs had wrapped around him of their own accord and her hands were threading into his hair and the fabric of his shirt – pulling him deeper into a brief moment where he was not a Prince. He was a normal man without a moral compass, enjoying the pleasures of a woman's body. 

There was no foreplay – no kissing or passionate words. He didn't even get her name before he was pushing her skirts up and sinking his sheathed cock into her cunt. It was not an act of love. It was the act of a desperate fool seeking to forget the world around him. 

And he took. He took the brief reprieve with abandon. The door shook dangerously behind her. Her nails raked him though his shirt hard enough to leave marks. Her moans and whines intermingled with his hushed pants to fill his ears with sensual distraction as her walls squeezed him. 

It was over too fast. The sounds, smells, and feelings of arousal tapering until all that was left was grim reality. Post orgasm clarity was never a good moment sober. Words failed him, and all the truths he ran from distracted him from the beautiful woman who had originally caught his eye. 

“Talia,” she spoke as she adjusted her skirts. 

“Excuse me?” He questioned dumbly. He had put space between them, giving himself a moment of reprieve and allowing her a moment to collect herself. 

“My name: Talia,” she repeated. 

“You're telling me now?” He asked in mild amusement. 

“Figured you might want to know who just made you cum,” she shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Is that any way for a lady to speak?” he asked at her audacity. It was brazen and crass, but he was far from mad about it. Her words had his cock twitching in his pants again.

“M’no Lady. You know as well as me that I'm not gentleborn.”

“Since we're being so frank, relieve me of my curiosity,” he said as he propped himself against an abandoned and dusty desk against the wall opposite of her. He regarded her levelly, but with the easy charisma that he was often praised for. 

“Anything for Second Prince Bang,” she mocked with a quirk of her brows. She never shied away from his stare, never let herself be subdued by the power his titles held. He liked that – a lot. 

“I figured you knew.” He was not surprised in the slightest. His portraits were few and far in between, but it was highly likely the palace staff had informed the dancers one of the princes was watching in on their practice. She made no comment of guilt, so he continued, “What did you want from this entanglement?”

“Other than being able to brag that I fucked a Prince?” She laughed. It was not a malicious laugh, but a genuine one. She also found their exchange amusing. 

“Are you going to join my fanclub?”

“I'll be the leader.”

At her remark, he laughed. It was an honest laugh, one that had him feeling light and free. It was an uncommon feeling for him, one only his brothers had managed to make him feel. He liked this girl, but that's all he ever could do was like her. He was under no illusions that this was just an exchange of banter. She was a passing moment in his life, not a permanent fixture. 

“Were you that pleased?” He asked with a spark in his gut. He made to move from the desk, but she put her hands up in surrender. 

“So pleased, I fear another round would have me fainting.” She let out a sigh as she fanned herself in exaggeration before letting out a snort of derision. “Isn't that what the gentleladies say when their ladybits can't take it anymore?”

“Even noblewomen like to dabble in the fine art of overstimulation,” he smirked back. 

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Are you avoiding my question?”

“I would never dare,” she hummed with a twinkle showing in her eyes. It was teasing – daring on its own. 

“Then answer.”

“Is that a command, Your Highness?”

“Would you obey if it were?”

His question had her approaching him, a smirk that mirrored his own pulling at her painted lips as the gauzy material of her dress flowed around her slim figure enticingly. When she was directly in front of him, close enough that he could feel her breath against his skin, she sank to her knees before him. Her hands deftly handled the ties of his trousers to pull them down enough to free him. 

“If the Prince commands, I will serve.” Her mouth, hot and wanting, was on him before he could even think of a witty response.

Prince Christopher

As heir apparent of a nation, Christopher Bang was not unaccustomed to worry. He worried about the coming winter and if the provinces had prepared their food stores accordingly. The winters in Miroh could be harsh– deadly even. If the cold didn’t kill the populace, hunger was a certain second contender. If he could help alleviate that in any way: he would. It was his birthright and his duty, and he was nothing if not a man of his station. 

Any indication of increasing hostilities in the Borderlands would have him holed up in his personal offices for weeks on end. He would analyze patterns. He would discern strategies. He would rethink choices in generals. He would make plans to advocate for peace treaties with the neighboring territories. WIthout fail, his efforts would be rebuked by the King and the conflicts would continue unchecked. He never stopped trying. 

The conflicts never turned to all out war. They were simply petty squabbles with centuries long history over dejure land rights. It was almost ingrained as tradition– sons carrying out the same trite battles as a matter of pride over any true cause. Ofcourse, it wasn’t the Kings or Princes that suffered. 

It was the common soldiers with wives and children waiting for their safe return. It was the fishermen who watched warily as flagships came to shore. It was the farmers who worked full days for a meager loaf of bread only to watch their livelihoods be put to the torch in a war they never asked for. It was average people who held no stake nor say in the matters of governance or state. It didn’t matter to them who held the territories they called home. Their lot would stay the same regardless of which Lords called themselves King, but the battles for that title hurt them more than anyone else. 

Christopher knew that. He wanted to change it. He wanted to right historical wrongs and be the King his people needed. Alas, he couldn't. All he could do was worry. 

It wasn't even just grand matters of state that occupied his mind. Smaller, more personal affairs piled on his already overloaded platter of responsibilities. He was the eldest of his family's sons – even in the circles of peasantry that came with its own responsibility. He had to look out for his younger siblings. He had to ensure they played their parts as royal children and kept the family name clean and as prestigious as ever. Some of his brothers made it harder than others. 

Changbin had taken his duties easily as had their younger brothers: Seungmin and Jeongin. They knew their stations and how to conform within the standards that befit them. Felix and Jisung tried, but they were more empathetic. They struggled with their places on the world stage– questioning the morality of their way of life and the responsibilities they held. It wasn't a negative thing, and Christopher could not fault them for it. It was a natural part of being human.

In his youth, it wasn't at all uncommon for his studies and training as heir to lead him down a spiral of questions. He was one of the most powerful men in the world thanks to nothing other than being born a son of the Bang Family. He could make people tremble in fear if he so much as looked at them with ill intent. He held the power of life and death in his hands. How could that possibly be fair? How could he live knowing that he had everything while others had nothing? He was as well aware of the moral quandaries as Jisung and Felix. He would not fault them for floundering – he could not.

The hardest thing – he had learned – was having all the power in the world and still trying to be a decent human. 

The duties and power of royalty were a loaded hand cannon given at whim by an unfair creator. Some men would tremble at the burden, and lay it down without problem. Some would take the power to head and heart, and become a terrible beast whose machinations could ruin entire realms with a single shot. Others –  a very rare few – had the sense and sensibility to know not only how to shoot, but how to aim. 

It was Christopher’s only hope that he ended up in the history books as one of the latter. He would be a good king when the time came. He would care for his people and not let the burden of rule turn him hard and corrupt. He would be the role model his brothers needed. 

But these were simply hopes and dreams. In reality, he was simply one Prince amongst many others. His father still held the crown of governance, and he answered to the King as well as anyone else. 

“You can not simply force him!” Beauty Lee cried out with as much emotion as Christopher had ever seen her express. She was usually so calm, and collected. She was a Beauty of the King’s Harem, but he had learned far too early that even his father could break the cool facade of the Palace women with little effort. 

“And what's to stop me, Woman?” King Bang grunted back with a bite. His voice was not to be forgotten. It was distinct in its unyielding harshness, and it suited his appearance just as well. 

He was a hardened man – a King but a true warrior at heart. He was graying and wrinkling in age, but he was still considered a handsome – even fearsome – man.  Under the wrinkles covering his face and hands were scars from battle. He had seen war, but his age and dress showed he also knew luxury in equal measure. 

“He is your son! You must have an ounce of compassion for your own blood!” Beauty Lee protested. 

“Compassion? Is compassion what he needs, now?” The words were not spoken, but spat in frustration. It was a testament to Beauty Lee’s determination that she did not shirk away from the words. “I'd rather a firm beating to undo all the years of coddling you've put the boy through.”

“Is a mother's love coddling? I shall not deny he is flawed. Heaven knows we all are, but he's grown into a good man with a good heart!” Her voice was calmer, but still burning with resolve. 

The feeling of dread that had been slowly rising in Christopher’s chest engulfed him until he felt bile rising in the back of throat. He knew he had not been summoned to the King’s receiving chambers to simply witness a lover’s quarrel. They were speaking of Second Prince Minho - Beauty Lee’s only son and the Second of the Bang Sons.

Minho wasn’t like his other brothers. He had always been incredibly brave even if outlandish. He broke tradition: galavanting across the world with intellectuals, keeping the company of whores and artists, and never accepting his duties as a Prince of the Royal Family. He had always done what he wanted, and Christopher admired him for it even if it stressed him out to his wits end. 

“A heart our enemies would tear out of his chest and eat for protein. He is soft. Sometimes I question whether he is even my son,” King Bang said viciously. It was a tone that could cut down enemies. I was not a tone to take with a gentlewoman, especially not regarding your own blood.

“You– you can't say such things! He is your true son! I swear it,” Beauty Lee prostrated. 

“Ah, bugger off woman! If I had any true suspicions you would be dead and he would be left to rot in a cell.”

“Please, Your Highness. Minho admires you so much, he just needs time.”

“Time? Had I known you and your welp would be so resource intensive, I would have left you both in the whore house you came from.” King Bang said it as if he were discussing the menu for the upcoming festivities. It was as casual a threat as could be delivered, but it was a threat. 

“Plea–”

“Save your whimpering. There will be no further discussion. Minho will cease his fruitless adventures and settle down here in the palace with a harem befitting his station – or he will be sent to the Borderlands indefinitely.”

“You would send your own son to die in such a way?” Beauty Lee cried. As if suddenly realizing he was present, her wild eyes fell on Christopher. Before he could even register what was happening, she was tugging the sleeve of his shirt in desperation. “My Prince! He is your brother! Minho will die in the Borderlands! You know it.”

“Unhand the Crown Prince, Woman! I have taken heads for less!” King Bang roared amongst her pleas for mercy.  

It was moments like this that Christopher liked to pretend. He was not simply Prince Christopher: he was King Christopher. He held the power. He would never let Beauty Lee be in such distress and he would be content to let Minho live as he saw fit, but those were still dreams. He was but a Prince, and Minho was too. If they wanted to survive for a future, they all had their parts to play. He could not pretend: he had to take action. 

“Father,” Christopher spoke up as Beauty Lee clung to him. “I will take responsibility.”

“For Minho?” King Bang questioned with narrowed eyes. He was always suspicious– always seeing a play even if there was none, and truly Christopher didn’t have one. 

“Yes. I will ensure he settles down into Court Life,” Christopher assured his dad and the bleary-eyed Beauty. She blinked up at him with hope, and even fondness. She always had been kind to him and his brothers. She would sneak them sweets when they were young and practiced at swords and the King forbade it. She was a kind woman – maybe too kind for the world she had been adopted into. “I will make sure he accepts it, and adjusts appropriately.”

“Sometimes, I fear I have raised no sons, but seven bleeding hearts instead,” King Bang sighed. He contemplated for a moment, his eyes flashing between his concubine and his heir with laser focus. If he were looking for something, he seemed to be content with what he found. “I will let you.”

“Oh, Your Majesty. I will be forever grateful. You are good, and just!” Beauty Lee cried as she dropped Christopher’s arm only to bow as low as possible at the foot of the King’s ornate desk chair he occupied. 

“Save your words,” he commanded her. Her words stopped at once at his admonishment. “If Christopher should fail to tame my most wayward son, it will be a statement of his right to rule.”

As he spoke, he stared right into the eyes of Chrisopher. 

The young prince was not surprised. He had spent his entire life jumping through hoops to earn not only his crown, but even a shred of affection from the larger than life figure that he shared blood with. His aptitude had never failed him, but he would never feel safe relying on his father’s love for anything in his life. 

“If I cannot trust my heir to command his own blood, how can I trust him to command the people of an entire kingdom?” the King added. He let the threat hang in the air before turning his attention back to the sniveling Beauty at his feet. “In other words, if he fails: you will ruin two of my sons.”

It was another threat meant for the woman who had borne him a child. 

She was one of his longest lasting concubines. It was rumored that Beauty Lee was the one woman of the harem that held any love from the King, and she had suffered for it. She had been scorned and bullied by the other women of the King’s harem. She had been attacked in countless games of court intrigue. She had outlasted all the attempts to have her ousted from the court and from his favor. 

Christopher could only wonder: how would she survive the biggest threat of them all? 

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Loveably Annoying | bc

Well hi there to everyone new! HUGE thanks for all the love on Worth It, I didn't expect such a response!

A little bit about me: I'm Margot (aka Margie aka Margarine) and I'm 23 and living in the UK, so yes, English is my first language and you can feel free to judge me if I make any grammar mistakes. I'm living my best ArmyStay life, and I will write more about other people soon, but at the moment I've got Chan on the brain, so we're focusing on him !!

genre: slightly suggestive fluff !!

bangchan x female reader

warnings: none? I think?

“Oi, Felix.” You playfully punch his arm as you stroll into Chan’s hotel room, where Felix is still hiding. “You know you can’t swear like that dude.” Despite his live being over, Chan is still sitting in front of his laptop, cackling with laughter at your playfighting with Felix, who’s started punching you back.

“I’m from Australiaaa y/n, it’s just how I speak.” He drags out the words, landing gentle hits across your arms.

“So am I! Not an excuse Feels!” You’re both giggling, struggling to speak through your laughing. Adjusting his robe, Chan leaves his seat, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pulling you backwards, away from Felix’s reach.

“We’re all Australian here.” He scolds. “And y/n, you swear more than even Felix, don’t be a hypocrite.” He squeezes you tighter, moving side to side so you’re both swaying. When Chan starts placing gentle kisses on the top of your head, Felix grimaces, disgusted.

“You guys are gross. Get a room.” You manage to release one arm from Chan’s grip, pointing almost aggressively.

“This is our room! Get out, man!” Slowly, you raise your middle finger, mouthing the same word that Felix had called Chan only moments before. Felix scoffs, and points back at you, pouting.

“Chris, she just called me a bad word!” You pout back, turning your neck to look at Chan.

“No, I didn’t! Babe, you can’t really believe him over me?” Chan rolls his eyes, exasperated.

“You’re such a brat y/n! Chris, believe me!” Felix is back to poking your arms, as Chan continues to sway you back and forth, making you feel almost seasick.

“Honestly, I just tune both of you out. Felix, you’d better leave, we have a show tomorrow.” He releases you, instead trying to guide Felix out of the door. Felix walks away, only turning his head to send daggers towards you. It was all playful, you and Felix liked to imagine that Chris found your bickering endearing. Chris was less sure. You blew Felix a kiss, winking as he left.

“I know I’m only leaving so you two can shag, I get it, you just don’t want me to watch.” Felix mumbled, obviously loud enough that you could hear.

“Hey!” He sticks his tongue out at you and pulls the door shut before you can properly protest. Within minutes, Chan is back next to you, pulling you tight into a hug.

“You.” He intersperses his words with kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “Are. So. Annoying.”

“And that’s why you love me.” You reply in a sing-song voice. He only hums in response.

“Keep telling yourself that, babe.” You smack his side and he takes a step back, placing a smack to your ass in retaliation. “Did you still want to shower before bed?” You frown.

“Only if you come with me.” He’s rolling his eyes again. Sharing showers usually meant a long time in the bathroom, with very little actual washing going on. “Come on, babe, we can’t prove Felix wrong.” As you pull him into the hotel bathroom, he’s still rolling his eyes, dragging his feet.

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[iamthejinyouarethejin]

an afternoon with him :)

inspired by my boy niall

He caressed me in all the right places, his hands practically floating around my body. He makes me feel so good without trying, but that moment outshone all the others. He treated every part of me like I was some delicate little butterfly, capable of breaking. He always did. He always made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. He would hold me for hours on end, keeping my body still on his, slowly swaying back and forth.

"This feel good to you baby?"

But I couldn't speak. I was drifting off into ecstasy.

"Mm..." I drowsily murmured, completely love-drunk.

"I'll take that as a yes." he chuckled.

Ah,

slow hands.

Slow, slow hands-

Hands that slowed the racing of my heart, hands that calmed my heavy breaths, hands that stopped the trembling of my body, and the torment of my own mind.

"So good," I sighed. "So good."

It wasn't sexual, just my man pouring out his pure love through his palms and his fingers, tracing and practically rewriting every part of me.

"It's so good because I love you," he spoke softly into my skin. "No one else gets this."

"Mmhm..."

"No one." His husky voice made my stomach clench, his head rubbing against mine.

"Because I’m yours?” I looked up.

“Because you’re mine,” he nodded. “Completely mine.” He gently kissed my temples, massaging my hips.

“Yours.” I spoke, more myself than to him.

Sometimes I had to remind myself of that.

He’s yours. You’re his.

Nothing could bring me more peace in that moment.

“I don’t want you to leave me,” he cooed.

“I-”

“Stay.”

“Baby…”

“No. Stay. Stay with me.”

“I can’t.”

“No.”

“I can’t-”

“You can!”

Shaking his head, he glanced away, still holding me close.

“I’m sorry.”

“Baby-”

“No- I… You don’t understand. I would do anything to be with you, just for a little while longer.”

“Don’t say that. I can’t have you going out and doing something stupid.”

“But I love you.” He spun me around so that I was facing him, pulling my face close to his. “So what- maybe I’d want cut my arm off just to be able to pick you up early from work. I will go to that asshole of a supervisor and tell him that he’s been treating my lady like shit and he needs to stop. You’ve been working overtime, baby.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Every night. 8-12. Tuesday through Saturday. Past 2 weeks.

“For us.”

“No.”

“I’m doing this for us, baby.”

“No! You don’t get to just-”

“Yes! For us- All three of us.”

“No, you... Th-three?” he spoke shallowly.

“Three.” I placed a hand on his cheek, our lips barely centimeters away from the other's.

“We’re- you’re having a baby?”

“A baby of our own,” I smiled.

“So then I would definitely cut my arm off to get you off of work early.”

“Baby!”

if you guys liked this i’ll think about continuing the- achem… series. 🫣

Put some suggested names in the comments for the baby!

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[jungwnies]

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ christopher bang | s. how i imagine stray kids' bang chan texts his partner ! | r. requested ! | t. @f4iryhyjin ! | g. texting ! | w. light cursing !

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[skzcoffeemachine]

Chan's POV

I called out to Bambam, who was rather occupied in something else - staring at someone.

I sat himself down, but not before knocking Bambam on his head. "Whatchu lookin at? "

"That. I don't think she's a korean, tho", he gestured at the table opposite.

I was curious, ofc. Tbh his choices has always been spot on, unlike mine. I need to learn some things from this man. So i got up to the water filter, which was an obvious excuse to catch a glance.

Oh.

A book in one hand, iced coffee in another. Dark hair. Her skin glowed from the sunlight reflection off of the table tops. Focused eyes. Are they brown —

*splash*

I tripped over the table, pouring water over her cream pants.

"Eyy" and our eyes met as she stood up, the sun rays hitting right at her, making her skin glow ethereally.

Brown. Her eyes are brown. And widened. Does she know me?

"I am so sorry, i didn't see you there.. I'm really sorry", i lied.

"It happens, it's ok", she smiled.

I can get drunk off of those eyes, get addicted to that smile.

"No what can i do.. I feel really bad", i managed to keep in my inner thoughts.

"Well.. ", she paused, looking up to meet my eyes, " You can buy me lunch ".

Tingles. Excitement. Nervousness.

"I-"

She burst out into giggles. "Hey just a joke. I get it. See don't ask what you can do to anyone like that. There are LOTS you can do".

"Dinner"

"Mm? ", her face morphed into the cutest confused face

"Dinner at 7", i said, never once breaking eye contact.

She looked down. Is she blushing?

Then picked up her bag and pulled out a card.

Y/N

Paediatrician, MD

A doctor?

"See you tonight, Chris", she handed over the card , lightly grazing her fingers against mine, before leaving the scene with a smirk on her face.

Damn.

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[bamnamuu]

things bangchan would do as your boyfriend

w.count 250 | warnings mentions kissing | em’s note it’s been a weird couple days, and the only way to get through them is with boyfriend channie : D oh also not proof read !!!

boyf!Chan who teases you about stealing his hoodies, even though he leaves them out on purpose because he likes seeing you wearing his clothes.

boyf!Chan who always sends you messages and selfies every hour or so just so you don’t forget how much he loves you. (not that you could forget, he's on your mind 24/7 365)

boyf!Chan who learns to cook your favourite food, so that when you get home you do not have to worry about cooking.

boyf!Chan who has a polaroid of you two in the back of his phone so everywhere he goes he has you with him.

boyf!Chan who lets you listen to skz's new songs before the rest of the members because he wants your approval, he admires your thoughts.

boyf!chan who would set up ‘sleepovers’ at your shared apartment every weekend just because he wants to do something special for you. (he would also let you help build a pillow fort)

boyf!Chan who always gives your forehead a little kiss whenever he leaves the room you're in, even if he leaves for a second he’s gonna smooch your head.

boyf!Chan who when sleeping next to each other, drags you closer to him if you roll away because he's missing your warmth, he just likes having you close knowing you're with him makes him sleep better.

boyf!Chan who doesn't know what he's doing, but tries his hardest to be the best boyfriend for you.

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[chqnverse]

i came across your writings recently and im obsessed!! imagine you’re straddling sub Han on his studio chair and you’re grinding against him and marking him and he’s letting out the prettiest moans and whines. He was stressed with his work before, but you made him forget 🤍

𖥻 Make me forget

♡┊ 𝐂𝐇𝐐𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ; Han Jisung

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 :: you just wanted to help your boyfriend to relieve some stress

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 :: smut ( 18+ ), sub!jisung, dom!reader, marking, fucking in a chair, reader is written with bigger thighs and wide hips in mind, stressed Jisung

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: turned out kinda passionate but oh well <3

Jisung was stressed there were many songs to write and finish but he was stuck, his brain to full to even concentrate on his current work so he texted you. His sweet girlfriend and asked if you would mind dropping by with some coffee. You being the amazing girlfriend of course said yes and not even 30 minutes later you’re here…standing between your handsome boyfriend’s legs with his hands running all over your body. Jisungs iced americano long forgotten on his desk, his mind occupied with your body the way your tight shirt made your breast seem even bigger than normal it made Jisung want to bury his head between them. But you had other plans,suddenly sitting down on his lap right on his hard dick. Your tiny skirt was making the feeling even better one layer less that separates Jisung from what he now desperately needs. You’re teasing him slowly grinding down on him making Jisung throw his head back with a desperate call of your name. Oh how pretty your boyfriend sounds calling out your name as if you weren’t already giving him pleasure and making his brain fussy.

All Jisung could think about was your warm soft body pressed against his and the feeling of your pretty cunt pressed against his dick each roll of your hips send him even close to his orgasm, his hands never leaving your body one hand suddenly grabs your hip pressing you down on him even more your panties were soaked at this point and you’re not much better than your sweet boyfriend. The friction of your wet cunt sliding against his hard length made you see stars. One of your hands gripping his soft curls while the other one was pressed against his chest using it to support yourself. Your thighs were burning from the fast movement but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop not when you’re so close to your sweet relief and not when your boyfriend was looking at you with heart eyes while moaning your name like a prayer.

You couldn’t help it and lean to kiss him passionately moving your lips against his ever so soft ones, you could taste the chapstick Jisung always uses and it only turns you on more. Jisung gasps when he feels you pretty lips agains his the way they moved ever so lovingly against his own just when he wanted to take the kiss even further he feels your lips move lower towards his jawline leaving tiny kisses on your way to his neck, when you start sucking on his neck Jisung knows he won’t last longer so he tries to warn you with little stutters of your name but you seem to know already. It wasn’t hard to tell from the way he was trying to grind up against you and the way his grip on your hip tightens even further. You were sure it would leave marks but that’s okay at lest then you would have something to remember this moment the next day.

When Jisung feels you suddenly stop sucking and your sweet voice whispering in his ear to just let go for you he couldn’t help himself but obey. The wet patch on his pants grows bigger with each passing second and you throw your head back. The sight of you sweet boyfriend cumming made you hit your own high feeling yourself clench around nothing your panties are probably completely messy by now but neither of you could bring yourself to care enjoying the blissful feeling of your shared highs.

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[valkyriexo]

You Faint | Bang Chan

ᑉ³pairing; Bang Chan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Fainting due to Dehydration and being busy, mentions of not eating, mentions of not drinking water, kissing, Implied Female reader, Established relationship

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon!

Part of the "He helps you when.." collection. Other members parts: Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

In the flurry of your responsibilities as a personal assistant to the CEO of a massive corporation, every second counts, every task critical to the smooth functioning of the business. Despite the hunger gnawing at your stomach and the parched feeling in your throat, you soldier on, driven by the need to ensure that everything operates seamlessly for your employer.

Hours blur together as you navigate the demands of the corporate world, your own needs pushed to the sidelines in the relentless pursuit of success. The weight of expectations presses down on you with each passing moment, propelling you forward even as exhaustion threatens to overwhelm you. You don't have time to notice the way your limbs grow heavy with fatigue, the world around you fading into a distant blur as you push yourself beyond your limits.

But as the day wears on, your body begins to rebel against the neglect it's been subjected to. Dizziness clouds your vision, a warning sign of the toll the day's exertions have taken. With every step, your limbs grow heavier, protesting against the punishing pace you've been maintaining.

And then, without warning, it all becomes too much. Your vision blurs, black spots dancing at the edges as dizziness overwhelms your senses. Your knees buckle beneath you, unable to support the weight of your weakened body, and before you can even comprehend what's happening, darkness claims you.

As consciousness slowly seeps back into your awareness, you find yourself nestled on the plush couch of the CEO's office, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. Your head throbs with the remnants of your fainting spell, a dull ache echoing through your skull.

Blinking groggily, you glance around the room, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. To your surprise, you find yourself surrounded by two or three other assistants, their faces etched with concern as they hover nearby, murmuring amongst themselves.

"Hey, are you okay?" one of them asks, her voice laced with worry as she kneels beside you, her hand hovering over your forehead. "You gave us quite a scare there."

You nod weakly, the events of the day slowly coming back to you in fragmented pieces. "I... I think so," you mumble, your words slurred with exhaustion.

The other assistants exchange worried glances, their concern palpable in the air. "You should rest for a bit," another assistant suggests, her tone gentle as she helps you sit up, offering you a glass of water.

Taking a sip, you feel the cool liquid soothe your parched throat, the sensation a welcome relief. As you lean back against the cushions, you're grateful for the support of your colleagues, their presence a comforting reminder that you're not alone in your struggles.

"Thanks," you murmur, offering them a weak smile. "I appreciate it."

"We were so worried about you," one of them says, her voice filled with genuine concern. "You gave us quite the scare."

You offer a weak smile, still feeling disoriented and unsure of what happened. "I'm sorry," you mumble, your words barely audible.

Another assistant nods sympathetically. "We called for help," she explains gently. "We wanted to make sure you were okay."

You furrow your brow, confusion clouding your thoughts. "Called for help." you repeat, the words sinking in slowly.

Your mind feels foggy, memories hazy and fragmented, making it difficult to grasp the severity of the situation. The concern in the assistant's eyes only adds to your growing sense of unease, prompting a knot of anxiety to tighten in your chest.

Before anyone can elaborate further, the door to the CEO's office swings open, and Chan rushes in, his expression a mix of panic and relief. "I got here as fast as I could," he says breathlessly, his eyes darting around the room until they land on you. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You swallow hard, the reality of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. They called Chan, your emergency contact, before they even called the paramedics. You feel a pang of guilt knowing that he's here now, worrying about you, when you hadn't wanted to burden him.

As Chan rushes to your side, his expression a mix of relief and concern, you can see the worry etched into every line of his face. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to grasp yours, his touch both reassuring and desperate.

"I... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I fainted, I think."

Chan's eyes widen with alarm, his grip on your hand tightening. "You fainted?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. Chan's concern deepens, his brows furrowing with worry. "Do you know why?" he asks gently. "Did you eat today? Drink enough water?"

You shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny, the guilt of neglecting your own well-being weighing heavily on you. "I... I may have forgotten," you admit sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

His expression softens with understanding, but a flicker of frustration dances in his eyes. "Y/N.."

"I just didn't have time," you whine, feeling the weight of his disappointment settle over you. "I have deadlines to meet, and it's been really busy here with the CEO prepping for a major partnership with another company. Plus, I'm in line for a promotion, Chan. If I do well, it's almost guaranteed. But if I fail, then I have no shot."

Chan's expression doesn’t give much away, but his resolve remains firm. "It's not that important," he insists, his tone gentle but firm. "There will always be other opportunities. Your health should come first."

You shake your head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Not everyone can lead and be super talented like you, Chan," you argue, your voice tinged with emotion. "Some of us have to work twice as hard just to keep up."

"I know it feels that way," he says gently, as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch warm and comforting. "You're already doing more than enough," he assures you, his gaze unwavering. "But your health should never be sacrificed for success."

You sigh, feeling the weight of his words settling over you. "I know," you whisper, your voice heavy with resignation.

Chan's hums at your response, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before he reluctantly withdraws. "Let's go home," he says gently, " You need rest."

With a heavy heart, you rise from the couch, your legs trembling beneath you as the full extent of your exhaustion becomes apparent. Chan's eyes widen in concern as he notices your struggle, his expression softening with empathy.

"Here, let me help you," he says, moving to your side and slipping an arm around your waist for support.

You lean into him gratefully, feeling the warmth of his embrace. With Chan's steadying presence, you manage to make your way out of the CEO's office and towards the elevator, your fatigue pressing down on you with each step.

As you reach the lobby, Chan guides you towards the exit, but when you attempt to take a step forward, your legs buckle beneath you, weakened by fatigue. Chan's eyes widen in alarm, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he catches you before you fall.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

You nod weakly, feeling embarrassed by your inability to stand on your own two feet. "I'm just... really tired," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, Chan sweeps you up into his arms, his strength a reassuring presence against your exhausted frame. "Let's get you home," he says softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

You nestle into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his arms as he carries you out of the building and towards the waiting car.

Once you're settled into the car, Chan drives you home with careful attention, his concern never wavering as he steals glances at you from time to time. When you finally arrive at your apartment, he helps you out of the car and guides you inside, his arm wrapped protectively around you.

As you enter the cozy sanctuary of your home, Chan guides you towards the couch. However, he senses your hesitation, the way you lean heavily on him as if struggling to keep your balance.

"You need to rest," he insists softly, his voice laced with concern as he helps you settle onto the cushions. Despite his gentle urging, you remain silent, the weariness evident in every line of your body.

"I feel gross," you finally murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, admitting to the discomfort that weighs heavily on you.

Chan's brows furrow with worry, his gaze searching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Seeing your distress, he nods in understanding.

"Would you like to take a shower?" he suggests gently, his tone filled with empathy. He waits patiently for your response, ready to provide the support and comfort you need

You shake your head slowly, a feeling of exhaustion washing over you. "I don't think I have the energy," you confess, feeling a pang of guilt at the admission.

Chan's expression fills with empathy as he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours. "That's okay," he reassures you, his voice soft and comforting. "Why don't we start with something smaller? Like washing your hair?"

You blink back tears, starting to feel overwhelmed. "I just... I feel so drained," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion.

Chan nods sympathetically, his gaze filled with compassion. "I understand," he says softly, his words a soothing balm to your weary soul. "Let's take it one step at a time, okay?

As Chan helps you make your way to the bathroom, you feel the weight of exhaustion pulling at your limbs. With his steady support, you settle on the edge of the bathtub, feeling drained and weak. Chan kneels beside you, his gentle hands reaching for the shower head. His concerned gaze meeting yours.

"Lean back," he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet bathroom. You obey, allowing your head to rest against the edge of the tub as Chan pours the water over your hair, the liquid cascading down in a comforting stream.

The sensation of the warm water against your scalp is both soothing and revitalizing, washing away the weariness that has settled deep within your bones. Chan's touch is tender, his fingers massaging your scalp with care as he works shampoo into your hair, creating a rich lather that fills the air with a subtle scent of eucalyptus.

As Chan tenderly tends to your needs, a wave of helplessness crashes over you, leaving you feeling small and useless. The inability to perform even the simplest tasks on your own gnaws at you, a constant reminder of your vulnerability. You watch as Chan effortlessly takes care of everything, his competence highlighting your own shortcomings.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you struggle to suppress the rising tide of frustration and self-doubt. "I hate feeling like this," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with the bitterness of inadequacy.

"Like what?" Chan's voice is gentle, his concern evident as he seeks to understand you.

"Helpless," you confess, the word heavy with emotion.

Chan notices the heaviness in your sigh and the sorrow in your eyes, and his heart aches with empathy. Leaning closer, he places a soft kiss on your lips.

"You're not helpless, love," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with affection. "You're just taking a break. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, even superheroes like you."

His words are like a warm embrace, wrapping around you with love and understanding.

"You're my baby," he whispers, "And I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what."

As Chan rinses the shampoo from your hair, the water running clear and pure, you feel a sense of renewal wash over you. With each gentle stroke of his hands, you can feel your energy slowly returning, a flicker of hope igniting within your chest.

When the task is finally complete, Chan reaches for a fluffy towel, wrapping it around your shoulders with care. He helps you to stand, guiding you away from the bathtub.

"Let's dry your hair a bit so you don't go to bed with it wet," he suggests, his lips forming a shy smile. He grabs a hairdryer, carefully adjusting the settings before starting to blow dry your hair, the warm air a comforting embrace against your skin.

As he works, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, the sound of the hairdryer a soothing backdrop to the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Chan concentrates intently, his brow furrowing as he focuses on the task at hand. His brow furrows in concentration, his lips pursed in determination as he attempts to weave the strands of your hair into a braid. With each failed attempt, a mixture of frustration and amusement flickers across his features, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.

You can't help but find his earnest efforts endearing, and a soft chuckle escapes your lips as you watch him work. The sound fills the small bathroom, mingling with the gentle patter of water droplets.

"Where did you learn to braid?" you ask, genuine curiosity in your tone.

Chan looks up at you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I've been teaching myself," he admits, his fingers still fumbling with the strands of your hair. "I thought... one day, when we have kids together, I want to be able to braid their hair. I want to be the kind of dad who can do that."

His vulnerability touches your heart, and you reach out to gently squeeze his hand, a tender smile playing on your lips. "You'll be an amazing dad," you assure him, your voice filled with love and admiration. "And you're already an amazing partner."

"I want to be better,"he says softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "For you."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His lips are soft against yours. As he pulls away, his eyes shimmering with adoration, he presses another tender kiss to your forehead before returning to his task.

"You did great," Chan whispers, his voice filled with pride and admiration, as he guides you to your bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, comforting light across the room as he fusses over you, fluffing pillows and tucking blankets around you until you're cocooned in warmth.

With gentle hands, he arranges the pillows behind you, ensuring you're propped up just right for maximum comfort. He tucks the blankets snugly around your shoulders, his touch tender and reassuring as he ensures every corner is tucked in securely.

After making sure you're settled, Chan disappears into the kitchen, the faint clinking of dishes drifting through the air as he prepares your meal. Moments later, he returns with a tray laden with food – a simple yet nourishing meal, prepared with love.

The aroma of home-cooked food fills the room, mingling with the soft scent of freshly laundered sheets. Chan sets the tray down on your bedside table, arranging the dishes with care before settling in beside you.

As you eat, Chan sits close by, his warmth radiating beside you. He regales you with stories and jokes, his laughter filling the room with a sense of joy and ease. Each tale is punctuated by his infectious laughter, and despite your weariness, you can't help but smile at his antics.

As you finish your meal, feeling the warmth of the food spreading through your body, Chan rises from his seat beside you, his movements fluid and graceful as he clears away the dishes. The clinking of plates and silverware fills the air as he tidies up, his attention to detail evident in every gesture.

Once the dishes are cleared, Chan returns to your side, settling in beside you on the bed. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, soothing away the remnants of tension that linger in your muscles.

With a contented sigh, you snuggle closer to him, reveling in the warmth and security of his embrace. Chan presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch a silent reassurance that everything will be okay.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice low and raw. As he speaks, he guides your hand to his chest, letting you feel the rapid thud of his heart beneath his shirt.

"Every time you're in pain or in danger," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper, "it's like my whole world stops."

You feel a lump form in your throat, a rush of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "It wasn't on purpose."

Chan shakes his head, his grip tightening around you as if afraid to let go. "I know," he says softly. "But I need you to promise me something."

"What?" you ask.

"Promise me that you'll always try your best to care of yourself," he says, his tone earnest. "Promise me that you won't push yourself too hard, that you'll listen to your body and prioritize your health."

You meet his gaze, seeing the depth of his concern reflected in his eyes. With a nod, you offer him a small smile, filled with gratitude and determination.

"I promise," you vow, your voice steady with conviction.

Chan's eyes soften, a tender smile playing on his lips. "And I promise in return," he says softly, "to always be there when you need me, or a little extra help."

He settles back against the pillows, pulling you with him until you're both comfortable. As you nestle into each other, Chan reaches for the remote control, flicking through the channels until he finds a movie that catches your interest.

The soft glow of the TV bathes the room in a warm, flickering light as the movie begins to play. You rest your head against Chan's chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat getting faster beneath your ear. It's a comforting sound, a reminder of the love and stability that he brings into your life.

As the movie unfolds, you lose yourself in the story, the worries and stresses of the day fading into the background. With Chan by your side, you feel safe and at peace, cocooned in a bubble of love and warmth.

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[shhuuga]

Puppy chan in "rut" AKA it's been so long since he's last seen you that even the faint scent of your perfume and shampoo left over the hoodie he stole has him bricked up. The moment he sees you? Strong leader bangchan is out the fuckin door and he's just your lil Wolfie/puppy who needs to breed you full of pups -🦇

stuck in a rut.

warnings: cussin, p in v, unprotected $3X (don't do that <3), breeding k¡nk, taboo p0rn plot bc im corny like that, (smut under the cut!)

chan hates his ruts. usually, he handles then himself. stays in his room with his food and just lies around naked, preferably not touching himself. when he does, he can't stop. it'll take him hours, and even sometimes a day for him so stop going.

but with you, it's different. he doesn't know how to tell you when literally smelling you makes him horny, your clothes make him horny, hell.. your new acrylics make him horny. (okay, those always did the trick, but still.)

so when you call from the laundry room that you've gotten stuck in the dryer, new leggings that are hugging your ass so much.. fuck, he's got to have you.

"please, please, baby.. i just need to.. can i? can i fuck you baby? please?"

and who were you to deny your little puppy boy? who you knew was fucking struggling with his rut but refused to just ask you for help. now you had him right where you wanted him, and he didn't want to go anywhere.

the second he gets your panties off, (which took a while due to him fumbling over his words and accidentally rubbing himself on your thigh) he's going all in. as fast, hard, and deep as he can, he's going to go. you weren't sure if it was his heat or not having him inside you for the last few weeks that made his dick feel fatter, a delicious stretch that made your gummy walls pulse.

"thank you, baby. fuck, yes...shit! thank you so much, baby. thank you for- fuck! oh yes, thank you for taking my cum, baby." is all his mouth can muster as he pumps his third load in the last twenty minutes deep into your pussy. you feel the warmth escape him again with a hearty moan before being heaved out of the machine, the dark of which had comforted your eyes.

"i-i'm sorry, baby.. i am, but- could we go to the bedroom? im still so horny.."

and who were you to deny your puppy boy's wishes?

#🩷.txt #🩷 qu33ncard 🩷 #skz x reader #changbin x reader #bangchan x reader #hyunjin x reader #lee know x reader #skz x y/n #skz fanfic #skz x black reader #bangchan smut #skz smut #bangchan fluff #bang chan hard hours #bang chan imagine #skz ff #skz fanfiction

[bangchanisinmymind]

no one else

pairing; bangchan x reader; fluff

"mm morning love" chris said with his raspy sleepy voice wrapping his arm around your waist and lowering his head to smell your hair.

you weren't awake enough to speak so you just nuzzled your face deeper into his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. still tired from last night you couldn't even open you eyes and when you tried to move you felt the well known soreness between your legs.

you started waking up at the feeling of his hand travelling along your hair. "babe" you whispered after lifting your head up for a few seconds before smashing against his strong chest once again. "what time is it" you managed out.

"11 but it's sunday isn't it" he spoke carefully not breaking the loving silence between you two. "wanna sleep a little more" you asked rhetorically knowing it was time for your sunday morning cuddles.

"come here you pretty" wow the day hadn't even started in your world and you were already a blushing mess. moving to rest his hands on you again after checking his phone you were surprised he just turned you around and now he was the one laying between your bare breast securing his hands around your waist before taking your hand and put it on the top of his head; signalling you to play with his curls.

you didn't waste your chance and started massaging his sculp the way you knew he loved and relaxed him. his soft hums and his breathing was the only thing could be heard in his empty bedroom. the rest of the dorm was surprisingly as quiet as you were probably because the rest of the kids had a picnic at the nearest park.

glancing over chris's phone to catch up with the time you saw a few unread messages from the others inviting you, but you didn't even react. today was only for the two of you and no one else

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[lilmisssona]

⋆˙✮⋆Chan As Your Bf! - Insta Stories⋆˙✮⋆˙

A/N : This is my first peice of work, So I hope you like it. Please comment your thoughts and reblog if you like. Bear with me for any grammatical errors as english is not my first language (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Resuse and Translation Not Allowed 🙅‍♀️🚫

Warnings : None ? Pure Fluffy Chan, down bad

y/n (｡- .•) Enjoy!

⋆˙✮⋆˙ Chan As Your BF! Insta Stories ⋆˙✮⋆˙

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[sunwoowrites]

Dense.

Y/n x Bang Chan

Fem!reader

angst.

TW- mention of food.

part 2

"Chris" you called out for the hundred time opening the door to the bedroom. "can you please come and eat dinner, you've been at it for hours on end." He groaned and turned his swivel chair round to look at you. His face scrunched in annoyance and his fingers massaging his temples.

"I. said. that. I'm. not. hungry. y/n." he said as if it were the worst thing to reply to you. "Chris, you have to eat, how many times must I tell you that. You need food in your system. What you're doing, its unhealthy." He removed his headphones chucking them onto his table causing you to flinch.

"Exactly y/n." He said losing every ounce of patience. "How many fucking times are you going to tell me that. If you told me before and I gave you an answer couldn't you just take a hint goddammit. It's like you're so fucking dense nothing gets through that thick skull of yours. Y/n. Do you have to be up my ass the entire day I'm at home?....and you wonder why I'm at the studio so often. "

He huffed out the last bit but you heard him loud and clear. His words were like daggers to your heart. Your grip on the door handle loosened and you stepped back. Without thinking you shut the room door, grabbing your purse and your keys. You looked at the dinner table that you had set hours ealier for dinner. Now cold. You sighed. "I'll get out of your ass. You dickhead." you mumbled leaving your shared apartment, your heart heavy as tears threatened to fall. A lump in your throat and a heavy weight on your heart.

Hours later Chris sighed, standing up to make a cup of coffee. He opened the room door. The apartment filled with silence. Chris frowned. He walked to the kitchen, stopping when he saw the table. Food set out neatly into plates. His favourite home cooked meal. Cold. He looked around the lounge. Where did you go? Keys gone. Coat gone. He immediately went to check the bathroom. Then the spare bedroom. Gone.

Panic began to rise in him. He looked at the clock. 2:55 am. He went back into the bedroom, grabbing his phone repeatedly calling you. His hands shook. No. no. no. Surely you didn't take him that seriously. Right? He inhaled and exhaled trying to stay calm. She'll be fine. She's going to be okay. Everything's okay Chris.

He was scared. He didn't mean it. He really didn't mean it. Your presence didn't annoy him. In fact without you there he wouldn't be able to function really. Yes he stays at the studio for long periods of time. But the pictures of you that he stuck to his computer is what comforts him. When he has too much work to do and when he feels like his drowning. The spare bottle of perfume, your perfume that he keeps in his backpack. The scent that reminds him of you, thats what keeps him grounded.

He sniffled. What if you didn't come back. And it was all his fault. He couldn't hold his tongue. He just had to ruin everything. I hurt her. "The number you have dailed is not available please try-" He groaned. "Please please please" He chanted as he texted you. "I'm so sorry." He cried.

The door opened and you walked in, throwing your keys in the dish. You sighed. Chris ran out of the room and pulled you into a hug. "Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." He cried. You pushed yourself out of his hold. "The fuck Chris." He flinched and sniffled. "I'm so so so fucking sorry." You sighed. "As you should be." You mumbled walking to your bedroom. "Y/n please can we talk." You paused turning around. "Please give me space. We can talk in the morning. I don't wanna see you right now." Your throat tightened and you bit your lip holding in your tears.

You walked into the room closing the door behind you. Chris sat down at the table, shoulders slumped and tasted some of the food. Tears rolling down his cheeks. Its delicious. He choked out a sob. Sniffling and eating quietly. I didn't mean to hurt you. I promise I'll be better. I need to be better. I need to be better for her. I can't lose you y/n.

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[yangbbokari]

In my past, I find you and in the future, I still have you

Pairing: Bang Chan x F!reader Genre/AU/Tropes: Angst, lovers to exes and back to lovers, idol!AU Warnings: Breakup, a few(lots) tears, cursing, (it might hit close to home so read at your own risk), sick reader, memory loss WC: 2.5k Summary: Leaving Bang Chan was hard for you. But how hard would it be on Chan? (Not really a summary but yk ✨SUSPENSE✨) A.N: Okay so it won't stop bugging me and I'm eatin' this up. Also, this is very cliche, ik. so🤫🤫 Song Rec: Atlantis - Seafret, I Love You So - The Walters, If the world was ending - JP Saxe ft. Julia Michaels

It's not that you didn't love him. It was that you couldn't. He already had so much work piled on him. Late nights at the studio and being overworked by his company was already taking a toll on not only his physical, but mental health too. Now in these circumstances, he didn't need you to add on to that.

You were diagnosed with a brain tumor last week. The doctors had said that you would slowly lose your memory over time and the operation was risky.

“It’s best to tell your loved ones so they will know when the time comes.”

But how could you do that to Chan. You wouldn’t want him to worry about you and forfeit his career. Yes, he would be an emotional wreck if you left him, but it’d be worse if you left his world completely.

What hurt your heart the most though, was that the universe seemed to be playing tricks on you.

“You’ll most likely lose about five years of your memory.”

Five years. Five years ago when you and Chan met. Isn’t that funny. It was making you forget him. Why though? Why did you have to forget the only person who made you truly happy?

So you had no choice. No choice but to let him go. Let him be happy with someone new. Someone who isn't you. As much as you wished that none of this fell on you, there wasn't really another option.

You let there be a slow let down. Drips of it at a time instead of a waterfall. A small flame instead of a blazing fire. I light breeze instead of raging winds. A tiny whisper instead of a loud voice.

So you packed your bags and waited for him. When he got home, late at night, or you could say an early time in the morning, you sat him down. He was clearly worried. It wasn't normal for you to be up this late let alone sitting him down like he'd done something wrong. Before you could even get a word out he grabbed your hands and starting speaking.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for whatever I've done that makes you wish to leave me. Please don't end this. I'll fix whatever is wrong. You're... you're everything I could ask for so don't say anything about us seperating."

Why could he read you so well? How were you suppose to leave him when he looked at you like this? Why did he make it so hard for you to leave him? But you had to tell him one way or another. You took a shuddering breath before spilling it on him.

"I just don't think..." It was suffocating you. You didn't want to continue but you had to. Tears were already rushing to your eyes, ruining your plan. But you couldn't let him see them. "...I don't think I can continue o-our relationship."

"Why?" He said almost immediately.

You wanted to tell him the truth. Or at least give him a soft reason. But you knew you had to hurt him so that he would want to forget you.

"Because I'm tired. You come home at late times. You're probably out with some other girl while I sit at home, waiting for you. Besides, I'm tired of keeping this useless relationship a secret. How long have we been together, Christopher?"

"Don't call me that."

You knew him hearing his government name coming from your mouth would hurt him a little too deep.

"Four years... four years and not even the members know, Christopher."

"Don't call me that!" Tears brimmed his eyes as you spoke.

"I want someone who can be with me and have time for me. Someone who can show me off as if I'm his entire world."

"You are my entire world."

"I don't want to be anybody's SECRET anymore!"

The tears were threatening to push all boundaries and just fall. But you had to keep your resolve.

His grip on your hands tightened. "FIne. I'll take some time off a-and we can do whatever you want. A-and w-we'll go public. I-I-I don't want t-to hide you either so let's-"

"No. I'm done, Christopher. I'm done with all of this and I'm leaving."

Chan gradually moved from the couch and onto his knees, in front of you as he shook his head.

"Please don't call me that. Channie, babe, baby, anything but Christopher. And please... please don't leave me. I'll do anything just don't go. You're the best thing that could possibly happen in my life so d-don't go. You're my happiness. I-I don't know what to do without you. You're my life and soul. You're my everything. So don't walk away..."

You could feel his tears fall onto your lap and hands as he hung his head low. You wanted to sob your heart out. Tell him that this is only for a little while and you'll come back. But you couldn't. So you pushed him away. Walking to your shared bedroom and coming out with suitcases. Chan's eyes widened a he ran to your side.

"Where are you going? Are you seriously going to just leave everything behind? Please don't, please...? Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Let me go."

"Anything but that."

His hand rested over yours, stopping you. His eyes pleading you to stay. His breath shaky and unstable. His trembling body from the disbelief. His bothered mind, not wanting to believe this.

“I already said I’m tired and I’m leaving.”

“Take me with you.”

“I’m leaving you.”

You sent the words like sharp, cold icicles straight into his heart. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. His whole world was falling apart.

No.

His whole world was walking away. Away from him. Away from everything they’ve ever created. Away from their love. His arms went limp and you did as you said. You left him. You walked away. ~~~ It’s been a year now. The operation was successful and you made it out safely. But not your memories. As life went on, you felt a little uncomfortable. Like something was missing. Someone was missing. You couldn’t pinpoint it though. So you found a new way to cope, K-pop.

It started recently. A month or two ago maybe. Not that you really could remember. Your friends introduced you to BTS and it just fascinated you. Recently, you started standing a new group, Stray Kids. You didn’t exactly have a bias yet. But, you were really drawn to one member in particular, Bang Chan. He brought you much warmth and for some reason, you kind of felt familiar with him. Like you’ve known him since forever even though you only discovered Stray Kids last week.

Your friend, Yuna, happened to have an extra Stray Kids concert ticket. How could you say no? It wasn’t until another two weeks. But, hello? You had to find the finest outfit out of what you already had. As you rummaged through your closet, a box fell from the top, and you dodged it quickly. The box broke open revealing photos, a diary, a necklace, a phone, and a couple of CDs.

The items weren’t something you recognized. Probably Yuna’s, you thought. But curiosity got the best of you. Yuna wouldn’t mind… right? So you gathered the items together before actually looking at them. Shocked, was an understatement.

There was photos of you and no other than, Bang Chan, together. Cuddling, kissing, canoodling, everything you could possibly find in the books. There’s no way. The person you’ve been admiring for a couple of weeks was… was… was someone you were infatuated with.

You put the rest of the items back into the box and rushed to living room. Placing the box on the table, you took out a few CDs and placed one in the CD player. It was without a doubt, Chan’s voice coming through the speakers. His soft voice singing a love song. You then took out the diary. It contained little moments that you recorded. Your eyes skimmed through the diary until the last page. Tears rushed to your eyes.

“Hi, me. Hi, Y/n. It’s me or you or us. I don’t really know. But I’m writing this because I want you to know about someone. Someone who helped you through everything. Christopher Bahng. Bang Chan. The man who you love most and who loves you most. Don’t forget him. Run to his side as soon as you read this. He’ll be waiting. I promise. If you forget about him, remember the most you possibly can. He’s the only one who will protect you and stay by you. You met at the cafe shop right outside of JYP. Your first date took place at the same place. You had your first kiss during a movie night at his place. His birthday is October 3rd, 1997. He’s your soulmate.”

You grabbed the phone and opened it. Thank god it was unlocked. Thank the past you who was smart enough not to put a password on it. Opening your camera roll, there was gazillion pictures of you and him. Your phone book had only his number in it. Everything on that phone had to do with him. Even the small little widgets.

Memories flooded your mind. It was all of him. Everything about him. You took a deep and shaky breath. Looking at his contact on this phone, you contemplated on pressing it. You ended up pressing it anyway. Now the problem was, how to call him. It was too nerve-wracking. Though it was only about 10 seconds, it felt like hours until you pressed, call. The other end connected almost immediately.

"Y/n... Hello?"

Your breath hitched. It really was him. The voice, the person, the missing peice. You finally found it.

"Y/n, are you there? P-please let it be you. I ran from practice once I knew it was you. Hello? Please say som-"

And you hung up. Everything was finally clicking. Now you knew why you felt like you've known him since forever. Why you felt you had a missing piece. He was there all along and you were just too stupid to realize it.

You finally let your long held breath out. Your heart beating at a rapid pace. Everything felt so surreal. As much as you wished to deny it, you knew it was all true. ~~~ When the time of the concert came, you were ready. Emotionally, probably not. But physically, definitely. You placed the necklace around your neck. The one you had found in the box. It was a galaxie pendant with your's and Chan's intitials written on the back. You dressed exactly how he liked. Well not exactly, but close. He usually prefered you in what you were most comfortable in. But you knew he absolutely loved when you were fully in black. Preferably, a skin tight dress. So that's what you wore. You did a small touch of makeup with a coral shade of lipstick. It was his favortite shade on you. Even though he really liked your natural beauty.

You mustered up all the courage left in you and you went to the concert. Were you scared? The answer was yes. You weren't sure what to expect but that didn't mean it didn't made you scared.

Yuna managed to get her hands on V.I.P tickets which meant you could even go backstage. Your head was jumbled of all the things you were gonna tell him. It made you feel kind of guilty for leaving him like he was nothing just to run back to him. But you still loved him and you weren't gonna let anything get in the way this time.

Eventually, you made it. But you were now standing in the front, extremely nervous. What would he think when he saw you again? Would he be mad at you?

No one but you two knew of your previous relationship. So not even Yuna would have known that she was taking you to the one person you loved.

As soon as they entered the stage, you froze in place. Your eyes couldn't leave his figure. They followed every single one of his movements. What you didn't expect though, even though you should've, was when his eyes found you.

It was after the first song ended and they just started talking to the fans. As he scanned the gigantic crowd, his eyes softened. But when his eyes moved to the row in front of him, his eyes widened. They widened with shock, surprise, disbelief. There you were, standing in the audience of a concert for him. It has always been a dream of his to see you at his concert.

You took off as soon as you saw his eyes widen. You most definitely were not ready for that. You should’ve mentally prepared yourself better. Your heart wouldn’t stop beating rapidly. ~~~ It wasn’t until after the concert that you finally came back. Yuna had to drag you backstage. She kept teasing you for being so shy. But if only she knew. In the end, you were face to face with each of the members. You didn’t do anything, staying still.

Bang Chan had a whole lot of self control, to not run to you and hug you. But Yuna just had to have such a big mouth and said, “ Y/n’s favorite member is Chan! She had her eyes on you the whole time. Was even too nervous to come back here and meet you.”

You face completely flushed with a deep color of pink, immediately looking at Chan. Nervously chuckling as you inputted, “Y-yeah… haha..” Now you both were clearly uncomfortable. The silence kept between the two of you was insufferable as the others teased you. ~~~ Somehow, you were now trapped in a room with Chan. The others left to give you some “privacy,” or so the called it. It felt like hours before one of you finally spoke.

“Hey, y/n…” He said.

“Hey…”

“How’ve you b—”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Everything.”

A few moments of silence fell between you again.

“I’m sorry for leaving you and saying things so horrible.” Now tears started clouding your vision as you talked. “I actually didn’t want that. It was all a mistake a-and I really really miss everything we had. I know I sound stupid. But I lied. I lied about everything and I should’ve told you the truth. I-I-I-I had a brain tumor.” Your tears were a full on waterfall now and they definitely weren’t stopping anytime soon. “And I was scared I would affect your career. I was scared that I would forget you, us and everything we had.”

Without a doubt, Chan was also crying. He quickly came to hug you and comfort you. He hushed you down.

“N-no it’s okay. I know it must’ve been hard. I should’ve kept pursuing you and staying by your side no matter what.”

“Don’t blame yourself. You had no choice but to believe me. I was the one who left.”

He just shook his head and held you as close as possible.

“But you’re here now, aren’t you?” He asked before you nodded your head. “See, you’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

Let’s just sayyyyyyy, y’all made up just fine and now you’re happy. Yuna and the other members were shocked for sure but it all went well. The two of you were now together and that’s how it would be, forever. ~~~ another a.n: sry for the ass ending y’all😭 but I didn’t know how to end it with a make up so that’s what I gave. It was also super rushed so sry for that too. Maknae line pt.2 should b out by tmrw so don’t worry. Love y’all though!!!😘😖💗

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[heluvschibi]

Destined (Meant to be) (pt2) (1)(2)

idol!Chan x fem!reader

[edited]

Des: Ever since you were little you guys were friends. Why? Because our parents were also friends. So, you can imagine the happiness and shock when your parents and his parents found out we were both due on the same. Day. And for 26 years of your life all you heard was "You guys were destined, meant to be."

A/N: I did change the writing style. :]

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Y/n's POV

I opened my door and plopped down onto my bed, closing my eyes. "That was embarrassing…" I mumbled to myself in my dimly lit room, illuminated by a single small lamp on my desk.

I closed my eyes and started to think about what happened at dinner…

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10 minutes earlier

Everyone was laughing and eating… all except me. I had hoped to see Chris again, but… it's just embarrassing.

He left to pursue his dreams of becoming an idol, and I'm still here at home—the same home for the longest time.

I wanted to be a vet and help animals, but when Chan left, everything went downhill. At college, I was kicked out because someone took my position. Like, what!?

And when I applied for another college, I didn't have any money for tuition, so I dropped out. I'm 26 years old… and I still live with my parents.

I glanced over at Chan as he casually chatted with my parents.

"Chris, I'm—we're proud of you," my mom exclaimed. The scoff was supposed to be in my head, but I guess I let it out into the air.

All the clinking of utensils stopped, the chatter died down, and all their attention was now on me…

"Y/n, would you like to say something?" My mom's voice was stern.

"No…" I took one last bite of my food before standing up. "I'm done with dinner."

As I walked away, I heard my dad's voice mumbling something.

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Chan's POV

"I'm sorry about her; she's just really happy to see you," Y/n's dad tried to reason, offering a small smile. I glanced at her mom, noticing the frustration etched on her face.

"So, is she a veterinarian yet?" I asked, attempting to lighten the mood. Her parents exchanged a look, then turned back to me, their silence speaking volumes.

"She tried many times. Her first college accepted her, but her spot was taken… and the other college? She couldn't afford the tuition, so she dropped out. We offered her money, but she refused to take any from us… and well, you see where she is now," her mom said, her voice trailing off as she looked down at her plate, covering her face with her hands. "I feel like it's all my fault. As a mother, I should've encouraged her to pursue her dreams, to accept the help…" Tears began to stream down her face, and Y/n's dad wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head and murmuring, "You did everything you could."

"Oh…" I exhaled, turning my gaze to the stairs. "May I be excused?"

Y/n's dad nodded, and I stood up, walking towards the stairs, the house's layout etched in my memory from countless sleepovers and parties. Her room should be at the end of this hall…

I raised my hand and knocked softly on the door. "Y/n, it's me." The doorknob resisted, half-turned—was it locked?

"Can you unlock the door?"

Shuffling sounds came from inside, followed by a click. I smiled and pushed the door open. Her room was almost as I remembered it, other than the Stray Kids merchandise scattered about. She was curled up in a ball, her back to me.

"Y/n, are you okay?" I asked gently, trying not to sound threatening. She hummed in response, and I rolled my eyes playfully before sitting down on her bed. "Come on, we're not five anymore… you know how to use words."

"I'm fine," she mumbled, her voice muffled. I leaned over her coiled form to see her clutching a WolfChan plush. Smiling, I leaned down and hugged her. She tensed at first but gradually relaxed.

"What's wrong, hm?" I whispered into her neck, her familiar scent enveloping me, her sweet perfume enhancing the tenderness of the moment.

"My parents probably already told you," she spoke softly, sighing.

"Yeah, but I want to hear it from you…"

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me posting everything BUT Oh he's just a nerd.

-heart from Straykids <3

thank you and, good morning, good afternoon, and goodnight!!-Chibi

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[hannahhbahng]

I Missed You || Bang Chan x GN! Reader

Okay before i begin, i know i write a lot of chan fics and im working on writing other members- i just don't get requests on here and my irl friend(s) adore chan so...

Y/N yanked open the door, dropping their keys on the side table. The dorm was eerily silent as Y/N dropped their bag on the floor next to the kitchen counter. "Chan?" They called. Y/N noticed a note on the kitchen benchtop and picked it up.

Chan typed at his laptop, frowning. "Chan hyungggg~" Seungmin whined from the couch. "Shut up!" Lee Know hissed. Changbin glanced behind them, putting a finger to his lips. "Why are we hereee~" Han whined. Changbin glared at Han. "You know Chan likes having us around when he's writing." He hissed. Felix fiddled with his bbokari plushie quietly while I.N and Hyunjin had a quiet dance battle in the corner. "Sh- ittaki mushrooms." Chan groaned, pushing his chair back. "Whatttttt~" Han rolled his chair over to Chan's desk. "I'm cold." Chan said. Han rolled his eyes. "So- put on your hoodie." Changbin said patiently. Chan blinked. "Oh- yeah- I should probably do that-" He mumbled. Chan looked around for his hoodie as Seungmin flopped onto the floor. "Stand- up- Kim- Seungmin-" I.N panted as Hyunjin danced toward him. "SEUNGMIN!" Hyunjin tripped over Seungmin's prostate figure, falling ontop of Felix who dodged out of the way. Hyunjin ended up falling onto Changbin whose chair rolled toward Han's. Han let out an oof as he had the wind knocked out of him by Changbin's chair. I.N stifled a smile as the other five members groaned, pulling Hyunjin upright. "WHO'S WEARING MY HOODIE?!" Chan demanded. "Uh…None of us." Han pointed at each of them. "Wait- I.N is that my shirt-" Han dived toward I.N. "WAIT- HAN-" Lee Know attempted to grab Han before he could attack I.N. The other members dived into the fray and before long it was a mess of limbs and shouts. Chan sighed, pulling out his phone to call Y/N.

Y/N looked down at their phone. Chan was calling. They picked up and immediately held the phone away from their ear. "ARE YOU AT A FIGHT CLUB OR SOMETHING?" Y/N shouted into the phone. Chan's loud sigh was able to be heard over the yells in the background. There was a smashing sound and Y/N winced. "Nope, I'm at th-" The rest of Chan's sentence was drowned out by yelling. "WHAT?" Y/N all but screamed. "I'M AT THE STUDIO-" Chan yelled. "OH- OKAY- IS THAT THE REST OF THE KIDS?" Y/N yelled back. "YEAH- APPARENTLY INNIE'S WEARING ONE OF HAN'S SHIRTS OR SOMETHING- I HAVE NO IDEA." Chan shouted. "WHY'D YOU CALL ME- DID YOU WANT ME TO BRING OVER ONE OF INNIES SHIRTS OR SOMETHING?" Y/N asked. The yelling stopped and Y/N let out a breath they didn't know they'd been holding. "Something like that. Have you seen my hoodie? The maniac tour one?" Y/N looked down at themself at Chan's words. It just so happened that they was wearing that particular hoodie. "Noooo~" Y/N said unconvincingly. There was silence from Chan. "You're wearing it, aren't you?" Chan said after a few seconds. "Um…It somehow found its way on me?" Y/N offered weakly. Chan laughed softly. "It's fine, just come over? With shirts and hoodies for…everyone." Chan hung up as Y/N opened their mouth. "Everyone…?" Y/N murmured, confused.

Y/N lugged the bag into the studio, eyes widening at the sight of the boys. "I've never seen a group of people look so ridiculous." Y/N said in disbelief. "How hard did you guys fight? Or more importantly, what for?" "Umm…well, I.N was wearing Han's shirt and we kinda all got involved and-" Seungmin started. "Long story short, they fought for the dumbest reason and ended up ripping each others shirts." Chan interrupted. "I can…uh- see that." Y/N said awkwardly. They held out the bag toward the boys who grabbed their shirts and hurried out of the studio. "I missed you ridiculously much." Chan said after a pause. Y/N smirked. "Of course you did." They said good naturedly. "You haven't slept in weeks, have you?" "Its not my fault that I can only fall asleep when you're around. Your work is ridiculous." Chan grumbled. "Yeah, yeah." Y/N plopped onto the couch and Chan rested his head in their lap. Y/N played with the strands of curly hair as Chan's eyes closed. A few seconds later, snores escaped his mouth and Y/N smiled down at him softly. "I missed YOU so much." They whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Han peeked inside the studio, much to the displeasure to the other members. He held up his phone, about to snap a picture when a pillow smacked him in the face. "HAN JISUNG-" Y/N hissed. "You take that photo and you are dead."

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[dollystuartwrites]

Stray Gods - Chapter 39

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut

Wordcount: 5574

Chapters:  [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [40] [41] - [42] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you...

Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

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Lots of love and many thanks to my beta’s from wattpad: rocker7898 and sydneye2411. You guys made my writing so much better <3

'Where are you going dressed like that?' Minho asked as soon as you walked into the living room. His tone was that of surprise as he gaped at you. He wasn't being condescending, but the way he had been acting lately and your last altercation with him, still made you feel annoyed by his words.

'Wouldn't you like to know,' you said, fixing the collar of your tailored suit that you were wearing sassily.

'Hot damn baby girl,' Changbin whistled from the kitchen and instantly ran over.

'Watch out bro, your eyes will fall out if you keep looking at her like that,' Hyunjin chuckled as he came walking down the stairs into the living room.

'Looking sexy mama,' Han flirted with you as he passed by, pinching your booty.

'Hey!' you yelped, he winked at you before running off.

'Changbin are you ready?' Chan's voice called out from upstairs. He came rampaging down but stopped halfway when he saw you. 'Whoa,' he said, blinking a few times. 'Y/n, you look... woah,' he said, his ears instantly turning pink. You could feel that familiar fluttering feeling as he stared at you like that.

'Where are you guys going?' Hyunjin asked Changbin.

'Fundraiser, remember?' Changbin said, not taking his eyes off you.

'Hyung, can you like, move?' Seungmin's voice sounded annoyed from behind Chan. Chan instantly seemed to awaken from his spell and quickly jumped down the last few steps, landing beside the four of you. As Seungmin descended his eyes fell upon you and you could see his expression shifting. He stopped next to Chan.

'I like your suit,' Seungmin spoke, preserving his usual slightly reserved tone.

'Thank you,' you said with a smile. All the boys' attention was slightly going to your head now as you were starting to feel giddy. 'Hyunjin got it for me,'

'Oh, I like it less now,' Seungmin said, his voice and tone not changing at all. Hyunjin smacked him on his back with an annoyed face and Seungmin growled at him.

'So you're going with him to the exhibition?' Minho asked, his expression slightly off and a light crease between his brows.

'Yes she is,' Hyunjin said, starting to get impatient now. 'And we're running late, so if y'all don't mind, eyefuck her some other time, that'd be great,' he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the circle of swooning boys.

'You lied to me,' you said suddenly, realizing something.

'Excuse me?' Hyunjin said as he stopped the car in front of the red light.

'Yeah, you did, you lied to me,' you repeated thinking deeply.

'About what?' he said, starting to sound defensive.

'I remember,' you began, thinking back, 'I remember you said that you weren't the god of knowing everyone's sex life,'

'What?' Hyunjin said, sounding genuinely confused now.

'Yeah, you said that!' you said, now sure of it. 'I can't quite remember when but you told me, and the others, that you didn't know about everyone's sex life!'

'So?' Hyunjin asked, taking a left on the roundabout now.

'Well, after our night at your art studio,' you began, blushing as you thought back at it and feeling warm, 'and that one time with Hannie,' you stopped, feeling slightly awkward, 'you knew back then too,' you said accusingly.

Hyunjin didn't respond. You looked over at him. There was a soft expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth turned up a little.

'Jinnie!' you spurred him on.

'Don't tell them, alright? We already have so little privacy as it is, with the whole mind-reading thing and all between us,' he said calmly. You stared at him frowning. 'But then again, I think some of them already might have a hunch about it. I mean we've been together for ages,' he said thoughtfully.

'Why not tell me?' you said, understanding why he hadn't told the other guys. Hyunjin chuckled.

'Would it make you feel more comfortable exploring your newfound sexuality if I had told you that I can sense it every time you feel like getting frisky?' Hyunjin spoke. You swallowed and cleared your throat, shifting awkwardly in your seat. 'Not only that, you were still coming to terms with us being Gods, our powers, the relationships we have, and even yourself. Would it really have helped you if I had told you you can't keep a secret like that with me around?'

'Right,' you spoke with a small voice. You bit your lip. You understood. It was not like he was intentionally breaching your privacy. You knew it was who he is, what he is, he couldn't help it.

'Do you ever find it annoying or hard?' You asked him softly, looking at him. He shook his head.

'Not at all. Love, lust, arousal, sex, they're all great things. I can't make anyone feel them just how Chan doesn't get to decide who lives or not. But then again, maybe that's a bad comparison,' He said, turning a corner and chuckling at himself. 'No, all feelings related to my area of expertise are happy feelings, good feelings. Whenever I sense them, it feels good,' he said with a curt nod.

'Do you mind it?' You asked him, it was a question you had had for all of them for a while now. You couldn't look at him and nervously started to pick at your nails in your lap.

'What?' He asked.

'You know,' you said, voice small and feeling embarrassed, 'that we, I mean that I, we... share?' you decided, biting your lip. Hyunjin laughed again.

'My love, we share everything together,' he said, and you knew he was talking about the others in particular, but it wasn't giving you the answer you needed. 'No, I do not mind,' he added, seeming to read your thoughts, 'And I can tell you, none of us do. We share. It's who we are, what we are. You are our Goddess, remember? Besides, I wouldn't be able to keep you to myself even if I wanted to,' he said with a chuckle. You giggled shyly as he pulled up into the parking lot.

'Well, we're here. Too late to turn back now,' Hyunjin said with a look at the art gallery from the outside.

'Sheesh, you make it sound like a death sentence,' you said jokingly.

'Well, who knows what we might find in there,' he said, wiggling his brows, which made you laugh.

Even though Hyunjin's crash course had made you feel more confident about your knowledge of art, and he had told you about every single art exhibition he'd ever visited before this, you still felt quite nervous as the two of you walked hand in hand up to the gallery.

There was a woman at the door checking your invitation and crossing your names from her list before letting you in with a formal bow.

Inside you were immediately attended to by a waiter with a tray of champagne, which you gladly accepted. You shot Hyunjin a look but he simply winked at you, letting you know it was alright.

'Hyunjin, y/n!' a familiar voice came from behind you. The two of you turned around and spotted Namjoon walking over. He was wearing an indigo-fitted suit and silver-rimmed glasses. 'I'm so happy you came, good to see you again,' he said with a shining smile. He shook both of your hands eagerly. 'Lady sends her apologies and regards,' he said with a soft smile to you. 'I'm sad to say she's at home with the flu, so she couldn't attend. She really wanted to see you again.'

'It's alright,' you said with a smile. It would've been nice to see and talk to her again, but you understood the situation. Besides, the two of you texted each other a lot on the side anyway, so it wasn't like it had been a long time since you had spoken to her.

'I gotta give my speech now, but how about after I show you around after?' Namjoon offered. The two of you agreed and he left you to dive into the crowd. Not a minute later you heard the familiar voice echo over the speakers. 'Dear guests and friends, I am honored and thankful that you all have come to the opening. I hope you will enjoy the exhibition and the art we have selected for you. Please remember, all funds, donations, and purchases will go to the Children's Art Projects. Thank you.'

When he finished talking, people started clapping and began to talk again. You could see Namjoon already making his way back over to the two of you, but he was being held up by some guests who were eager to talk to him. You could see him making eye contact with Hyunjin and giving him a nod.

'I think our tour has to wait,' Hyunjin said with a soft smile.

'Can you read his mind too?' You asked him surprised.

'No, but I can read situations and people, and this one seems like it might take a while,' Hyunjin said with a nod to the elderly couple who had Namjoon cornered.

'Right,' you said, softly giggling.

'Shall we?' Hyunjin asked, putting a hand out for you to take. You smiled and put your hand in his.

The two of you walked around the exhibition, looking at paintings and statues hand in hand. Now and then someone came up to Hyunjin, either to say hello or to make his acquaintance.

'Mr. Hwang, how nice to see you again!' a Western woman with a Mediterranean look came walking up to the two of you. A playful grin appeared on Hyunjin's face.

'Mrs. Gabris, how nice to see you again,' he said politely, shaking her hand.

'Oh don't give me that look,' she said playfully, 'you know I had to.'

Confused, you looked from Hyunjin to the woman. It was clear there was some kind of rivalry going on between the two of them, although you couldn't detect any real hostility.

'I mean, I get it, but I'll get back at you for it someday,' Hyunjin chuckled.

'I'd be disappointed if you didn't,' the woman said, nodding with a grin.

'But at least tell me how you did it,' He asked, his eyes narrowing with curiosity, and an excited smile on his face.

'Oh no, I can't tell you that,' she said, shaking her head and chuckling, 'That would be cheating,' she said. Hyunjin clicked his tongue but didn't push on. Instead, he put his arm around your waist and turned to you.

'My love, this is Mrs. Gabris, my - I hate to say the word - but my rival,' He introduced the woman. They both chuckled. 'We're on good terms though, although she can play a bit nasty sometimes,' he said lowly. She chuckled and shrugged guiltily.

'What can I say, I got claws, and I'm not afraid to use them,' she said, sticking out a welcoming hand to you.

'Nice to meet you, Mrs. Gabris, I'm y/n,' you introduced yourself, happily shaking her hand.

'Nice to meet you too, y/n,' she said with a friendly smile before letting go. 'Now I'd love to talk to you longer, but I gotta go find my daughter. I was going to introduce her to Mr. Wan, and try and get her an internship there, but she seems to have wandered off somewhere. Have you seen her?' she asked Hyunjin with a light frown and tight-pressed lips.

'Sorry, no. I will let her know you're looking for her if I do,' Hyunjin said with a nod. Mrs. Gabris nodded as well and walked off in search of her daughter.

'She seems nice,' you said with a giggle.

'She is,' Hyunjin smiled. 'Outside of the guys, she's the only friend I have really. She can be a pain in the ass though, stealing clients, driving up prices at auctions just to mess with me, but then again, I do the same,' he said with a naughty grin, winking.

'Is that what you were talking about just now?' you asked curiously. Hyunjin chuckled and nodded.

'Yeah,' he said, clicking his tongue once more, 'she, at the last minute, stole a high-profile client I had been trying to acquire for years. Just like that,' he said, snapping his fingers and shaking his head. 'I don't know how she did it,' he said with a slight frown.

'Couldn't you like...' you began, wiggling your brows meaningfully at him, 'do your thing to get the client?' you asked. Hyunjin frowned.

'I've never used my skills that way on any of my clients,' he said seriously. 'I only use them to find the pieces I'm sure they will love. Nothing more.'

You smiled at him. Of course, Hyunjin wouldn't abuse his powers like that. You had known he wouldn't be like that but still, it seemed like such a simple way out.

'Speaking of pieces people will love,' Hyunjin said, suddenly grinning, 'I got a surprise for you,' he said, grabbing your hand.

'What? For me?' you huffed. Hyunjin simply beamed at you, holding your hand in a way that was clear he wanted to take you somewhere. For a moment you looked at him blinking. His perfect skin, his doll lips, his almond eyes and his pink fluffy hair... It was impossible not to think the man was a piece of art himself. You didn't need anything. You didn't need the surprise. You just needed the rest of eternity to stare at him.

'Okay,' the word left your lips softly, without you even realizing as you took a step towards him. Gently he guided you, passing the other art pieces and people who now seemed invisible to you as you followed him.

'Look here. It's this one,' he said when you had arrived in a small room with only one painting on each wall. He turned you around and you looked up to where he was pointing. You found yourself looking at a single painting.

But not just any painting.

Your mind felt at ease. The corners of your mouth turned upwards. Your heart felt warm, comforted, and loved. A tear rolled down the corner of your eye as you seemed unable to blink.

You recognized the style immediately. It was no question to you who had painted it.

Never in your life had you seen a painting that made you feel anything so deeply as you were feeling right now. His godly powers were flying from the canvas. The colors clearly represented all the guys and their love for each other, as the colors mingled, intertwined, and overflowed with one another. And in the middle...

A burst of light seemed to be shining from the center of the painting. Much smaller than all the other colors and shapes but somehow still the center of attention. It was captivating and mesmerizing as its beams lit up all the other colors. The beams held them together and made them look so much more vibrant.

'I-I-It's u-u-us,' you whispered. You could feel Hyunjin coming to stand behind you, his front against your back as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, embracing you fully.

'It's you, my love,' he whispered softly in your ear. Silent tears streamed down your face as your eyes seemed to be glued to the painting. There was nothing more for him to explain. You understood. Silently you stood there as he held you.

Minutes passed, or maybe hours as the painting etched itself into your mind and body.

'Hyunjin,' you croaked his name after what might have been an eternity, your voice hoarse from crying. He opened his arms a little and you turned in them, so you could face him. His expression was soft as he looked at you. There were a million things you wanted to tell him right now. You wanted to tell him how he was the best painter in the world. How you had never seen such an exquisite piece before in your life, not in any of the museums you had been to. You wanted to tell him how his painting was perfect in every way, go into detail about how it made you feel and what you knew it meant. You wanted to tell him that he should just paint for the rest of his life, that it would be a waste of his talents to simply stay an art dealer as this was the only painting in the world that meant something.

But you said none of that. Instead, the only words that left your lips were:

'I love you.'

It was barely more than a whisper but words had never come from so deep inside of you before.

Hyunjin's expression changed. His lips parted slightly as his dark eyes stared into yours. His eyes opened further as his brows raised a little. It was almost a look of surprise. As if he couldn't believe you said it to him. Although he knew very well that you loved him.

But still, your words seemed to catch him by surprise. He blinked, and a single tear rolled from the corner of his eye down his face, his expression unchanging. Ignoring your own tear-stained face, you brought your hand up to his face, wiping away the tear with your thumb as you cupped his cheek. This time it was your turn to smile at him softly. His brows slowly lowered and his lips closed again as the corners of his mouth turned upwards once more.

You and Hyunjin finally managed to find Namjoon and talked to him for a while. It was nice to catch up with him and you were happy to hear that both his members and Lady were all doing very well, although they were all very busy. He showed specific interest in Chan, which wasn't unusual since they both shared the same powers, but he seemed particularly sad about him not being able to be here.

'Oh, can you two excuse me, I have a very important stockholder who's waving me over,' Namjoon said, as he noticed a tall dark man smiling and waving enthusiastically. The two of you bade him goodbye and Namjoon strode off to his friend.

'Sweetie, would you mind if I excuse myself for a bit too? I gotta use the restroom real quick,' Hyunjin whispered, squeezing your shoulder for a moment. You nodded to him and he winked at you, quickly dashing off into the direction of the toilets.

Many of the visitors were still looking at the paintings, taking their time and analyzing each one of them. By now, you had seen most of them, and although pretty, none could compare to Hyunjin's work. You strolled slowly past the groups of people, looking at the paintings vaguely though you barely saw them. Not wanting to stray too far from the place where Hyunjin had left you, you looked around and spotted a high table that was all but empty save for one person and some new champagne glasses. As the first three glasses had been quite to your taste, you decided to get a fourth one, since there was no one to stop you now anyways.

'Hi,' you said to the girl leaning on the table. She seemed about your age and stood out quite a bit against the other guests. Her hair was cut into a short bob with the ends of it a bright blue color which contrasted her bright pink dress. She was wearing a nose ring and her ears were pierced from bottom to top, decorated with all kinds of earrings.

'Hi,' she greeted you back politely.

'Is it okay if I stand here?' you asked. She nodded politely before continuing to stare at her drink. You grabbed a drink of your own, taking a sip while trying to look at the girl inconspicuously. She was very pretty, with a face like an idol but a raw edge on her that made you think she would never be cast.

'Do you like art?' her question was so sudden it almost startled you. Had she seen you looking?

'Erm, yes,' you said feeling slightly unsure about what to say. She clicked her tongue and you looked at her wearily.

'I mean, don't get me wrong I absolutely love art, just not this kind of art,' she said, waving her hand vaguely towards the statues and paintings.

'Oh,' you said, surprised, as you scanned her bored expression. 'Erm, what kind of art do you like then?' you asked, trying to keep the conversation polite. Her face instantly lit up and she looked over at you.

'Minhwa,' she said, her eyes almost shining. 'Put me in a museum of Minhwa pieces only, and I swear I won't come out for days,' she spoke passionately. You couldn't help but laugh.

The girl shrugged and grinned, understanding that you weren't laughing at her. 'What can I say, I guess I'm just a traditional gal,' she said with a thick posh accent while batting her eyelashes ironically. You laughed again, clearly nothing about her was traditional at all, even though she did like Minhwa.

'What's your name?' she asked kindly, but before you could answer you heard someone calling over.

'Sera! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!' Mrs. Gabris sighed irritably as she strode over to the two of you. 'Where have you been? I've been calling you for ages!' Mrs. Gabris flamed.

'Sorry ma,' the girl, apparently named Sera, sighed, but her words didn't sound genuine. Sera's eyes flicked from you back to her mother awkwardly and Mrs. Gabris turned around.

'Oh, y/n, I'm so sorry,' Mrs. Gabris smiled awkwardly at you, clearly embarrassed you had seen her give her daughter a lecture. 'This is my daughter I told you about, Sera,' she quickly introduced her, putting her hand on the girl's back.

'Ah, I see you found your daughter,' Hyunjin's voice sounded from behind you. You turned to see him walking over to you.

'Ah, Mr. Hwang, we meet again. Yes, I did find her, thank you,' she said, squeezing her daughter's shoulder.

'You know me?' Sera asked surprised at Hyunjin. Clearly, they hadn't met yet. Hyunjin put his arm around your waist once more.

'Of course, I do,' Hyunjin laughed, 'Your mother loves to brag about you whenever I meet her.'

'You do?' Sera said surprised, looking up at Mrs. Gabris.

'I-I... I guess I do,' Mrs. Gabris said looking at Hyunjin, her cheeks turning pink slightly. Sera stared at her mother in surprise.

'Neither of you has anything to be embarrassed about,' Hyunjin said nicely. 'You're a great daughter Sera, from what your mother tells me, and you have a wonderful mother,'

Both of them now blushed as they looked at Hyunjin. 'That is if she's not stealing my clients from me,' Hyunjin teased. He used his free arm to lean upon the table, getting closer to Mrs. Gabris, but not letting go of you. 'But tell me the truth, how did you do it?' he said inquisitively, his eyes narrowing as he grinned at her.

Mrs. Gabris frowned and looked at Hyunjin, her look defiant, and you were sure she wasn't going to spill it this time either.

'My wife is friends with Mrs. Woo's cousin. It was simply a matter of pulling a few strings,' she said. Both you and Hyunjin looked at her in surprise and even Mrs. Gabris blinked a few times. She clapped her hand over her mouth and huffed. 'Oh dear, I wasn't planning on telling you that,' she said with big eyes, shocked by her own reply. Hyunjin leaned back, his brow slightly furrowed though his smile didn't falter. 'I don't know what came over me there,' Mrs. Gabris giggled as she looked from her daughter to Hyunjin and then to you.

'Probably the champagne,' Hyunjin said, waving his hand and playing it off. 'It's some strong stuff. But you gotta admit, that's a cheap trick,' he chuckled. You tried to push your own glass of champagne to the side a bit, so Hyunjin wouldn't notice you were drinking again.

'I know, but don't say you wouldn't have done it yourself,' Mrs. Gabris said, seeming to have recovered from her outburst of truth and reassembling herself to her usual stern but playful demeanor.

'Hmm,' Hyunjin said, pulling a thoughtful face. 'Maybe, but don't think just because you told me how you did it, I'll let you off this time,' he chuckled.

'Oh, I'm counting on it,' Mrs. Gabris said challengingly. You chuckled at their conversation, as you took another sip of your champagne absentmindedly. A man walked passed and greeted Mrs. Gabris. Meanwhile, Hyunjin turned to you.

'Speaking of champagne,' he whispered so Mrs. Gabris, who was talking to the man now, wouldn't hear, and took the glass from you as soon as you put it down again, 'I don't think the boys will let me live to see another day if I bring our girl back home to them drunk.' You looked up at him with a pout but he simply grinned, putting the glass to his own lips and downing it in one go, before Mrs. Gabris turned back to the two of you.

'I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse us right now, we've got that internship to arrange,' Mrs. Gabris said with a bow. Sera didn't look too happy at all at the sound of her mother's words, but she bowed and the two of them left.

Hyunjin stared after the two of them, mumbling to himself. 'That was... odd.'

'What was odd?' you asked him curiously.

'Well,' Hyunjin said, still not looking at you. 'Mrs. Gabris never reveals her tricks, ever.' he frowned. 'Nor do I, but we often tease each other with it. Poking away, but never giving in...'

You frowned as well, thinking as you stared at his thoughtful and beautiful face. Suddenly something inside you clicked. Like a light that had been turned on. Your eyes grew wide with realization.

'Hyunjin,' you hissed, feeling weird and excited, knowing deep in your guts that you were right, a divine part of you seeming to nudge you.

'Hm?' he hummed, finally facing you.

'Go ask someone something,' you said excitedly.

'What?' he said, looking at you like you had gone mad.

'No, I- ugh,' you stammered, too excited to find your words. It was like the first time, you knew it before they did. The first time you felt you were actually doing your job, doing what you were here for.

'Go up to someone and ask them something,' you repeated excitedly.

'What? Why? Can't I just ask you something?' he said confused, still looking at you like you had gone mad.

'No! Just go!' you hissed, feeling too excited as you pushed him in the direction of some people. Hyunjin stumbled and looked over his shoulder at you, seeming slightly concerned about your sanity.

'Excuse me, sir, do you have the time,' he asked, tapping a man on his shoulder. You hit yourself on the forehead.

'Happy?' Hyunjin asked when he returned, still looking at you apprehensively. You closed your eyes and sighed deeply. You had to get it together. You had to do your job.

You could feel your chest swell with the feeling of finally being useful, but you had to calm down. You took another deep breath and tried to imagine Lady. She was naturally graceful, calm, serious, and fun. Keeping her image in your mind and holding on to that divine whisper inside of you that was giving you the answer you opened your eyes again.

'Hyunjin,' you began calmly, meeting his eyes. For the first time ever you could see him reading you. He was reading your "love levels" and the pheromones you were giving off. You could see him, not just the man that was standing before you, but the powerful God of Love that couldn't help but read your human shell.

'Hyunjin, I think you earned your new special power,' you said calmly. Hyunjin's eyes grew big and you could see he instantly stopped reading you.

'I- wait? What?' This time it was Hyunjin's turn to stammer.

'My... Goddess instinct,' you decided to say, feeling your body fill with a warm light feeling at your own words, 'is telling me you earned your new special power,' you repeated. Once again Hyunjin blinked a few times at you but then straightened his back.

'I earned my new power,' he echoed back to you. The human part of you thought it was weird to see him like this, listening to your words in an almost submissive way, but it was quickly pushed aside again by that warm light feeling that was overtaking you.

'Yes,' you nodded. Everything was so clear now. The world seemed to look different, the people looked different too, almost dull, while Hyunjin seemed to radiate light. 'In our conversation just now, with Mrs. Gabris, I think you accidentally used your new power on her,' you explained calmly. Hyunjin's eyes grew even wider. 'To be sure, and to test it,' you began, even though you knew you were right, 'I think you should try asking someone a question they normally don't answer truthfully,' you proposed.

Hyunjin nodded quickly, a sudden focused look on his face as he panned around. You looked at him encouragingly, seeing his light glow and glitter with excitement when he apparently spotted an elderly man with unusually artificial-looking dark hair. A bitter look appeared on Hyunjin's face.

'Mr. Song has been an acquaintance for years,' he said, focusing on the man. 'He's always boasting about his fortune, and how hard he has worked for it,' Hyunjin scoffed bitterly. 'While I know he only managed to climb the ladder by extortion and blackmail. His so-called empire is built on lies and deceit,' Hyunjin explained, his eyes lit with fire. 'He's a compulsive liar, who knows no love, not even for his own wife or children.'

'Go,' you said. You knew you didn't need to say more. Resolutely, Hyunjin walked over to the man and his company.

'Ah Hyunjin, how nice to see you again,' another man who had been talking to Mr. Song said politely. Hyunjin smiled and shook his hand.

'Mr. Song, may I introduce to you, Mr. Hwang. This young man has an excellent eye for all that is lovely and pure in th-'

'We've met,' Mr. Song interrupted the man harshly. He looked Hyunjin up and down, his eyes resting on his bright pink hair disapprovingly. You could see it. A dark shadow cast in all directions from the center of the man. A black hole where no light existed. Suddenly the warm light feeling started to drain out of you like a plug was being pulled. With your eyes glued to him, you watched as Hyunjin went up to the man and struck up a conversation, the feeling seeping out of you, although you desperately tried to hold onto it.

'Mr. Song, how nice to see you again.' Hyunjin said politely. There was no sarcasm in his voice or anything else to detect his distaste for the man. Mr. Song simply hummed and looked away from him, his chin slightly lifted as he tried to start a conversation with an exceptionally rich-looking man who was standing next to him. But Hyunjin didn't let him off.

'Tell me, Mr. Song, is it true you're in search of a new art dealer? I heard Mrs. Yang quit?' he spoke politely, his tone airy with the feigned interest undetectable.

'Puh, quit? No, I fired her. That wench thought she could pull me down by revealing I had stolen her plan for the renovation of our gallery so I gave her the sack. Serves her right,' Mr. Song spat. For a moment he looked like his usual grumbly pompous self, but then his face whitened. Everyone was silent.

'That's... quite interesting Mr. Song. Now if you'll excuse me,' Hyunjin said with a grin and a polite nod to all the other gaping bystanders, before quickly rushing back over to you.

By the time Hyunjin reached you, the divine feeling had left you completely and it felt like you were waking up from the most perfect dream you had ever had.

'Sooo?' you asked eagerly, your human excitement taking over again, but you already knew the answer. Your voice sounded different now, normal again. Your mind was tumbling over itself with questions and enthusiasm for Hyunjin, and the light he seemed to be emitting before had gone.

Hyunjin grabbed your hands excitedly. It was enough for you to know the answer already.

'Well...' Hyujin began, looking somewhat out of it and staring at you, 'You were right,' Hyunjin said, his eyes shining with excitement. 'But how did you-

'No idea! I just did!' you said, matching his energy even though you felt a pang of disappointment at the gone divinity.

'I just can't believe it,' Hyunjin said, shaking his head and grinning from ear to ear. He pulled you in all of a sudden, and kissed you on your lips for a moment, making you giggle when he let go of you again.

'I can't wait to tell the boys,' he said excitedly.  

W R I T E R S N O T E

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