#dino au

[seokgyuu]

Hello beloved 💕 please give me best friend Dino who helps you get the attention of your crush (any member surprise me) and it results in a messy, hot threesome 😭😭 as rough and as mean as you can muster.

a/n: well, well nana... you kind of did this to yourself! but i'll gladly write this for you <3 love you, hope you like it my beloved! thank you @playmetheclassics for the banner ily <3

PAIRING: BestFriend!Richboy!Chan x Richgirl!Reader x TennisInstructor!Mingyu

GENRE: Smut (MDNI!)

WARNINGS: chan has dirty thoughts, fingering, finger sucking, bit of exhibitionism, once again chan and reader in an elevator, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, mean dom!chan, kinda mean dom!mingyu, degradation (usage of the words: slut, whore), pet names (baby, princess, good girl, baby girl), orgasm denial, tit job, cum eating, creampie

WORDCOUNT: 5.6k (woops)

Requests are open! Check out my 1k special!

Chan knows you incredibly well. He knows when you’re happy and when you’re sad. Knows when you like to be left alone or when you crave attention. That’s what being a best friend is all about, he thinks. He also thinks that you’re extremely oblivious to the huge amount of attraction he feels towards you. Because besides all those things he knows, there are more things he knows. It’s comical, really, how little you understand what effect you have on him, or anyone really. You don’t know that Chan dies a little every time you take off your clothes in front of him when you change into something comfier. You don’t know how many nights Chan had fought himself not to press himself against your backside when he slept over at your place - in your bed. Maybe it’s his own fault for not telling you, but Chan is content with where he is standing in your life and isn’t exactly keen on confessing he’d like to fuck you. 

“You really think this looks fine?” Chan is sitting on one of the armchairs in the boutique you’re currently in trying on dozens of dresses for one of your Dad’s charity galas. The dress you have on now is off shoulder, long and gold and it fits you so perfectly Chan once again feels the need to drag you anywhere to just… he shifts in his seat.

“You look beautiful in every dress you’ve tried on before, Y/N. Just… pick one.”

“But I don’t know which one!” You turn around to face your best friend, pout on your lips and Chan sighs, closing the incredibly bland fashion magazine he had open on his lap.

“How about the most expensive one? I bet Daddy would be thrilled to see his little girl spend all his money on a dress again.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes at Chan and look back at the mirror. Maybe this is the one. It’s a bit extravagant, but after all you are the daughter of the host. Chewing on your bottom lip, head tilted to the side, you think about why you’re even trying so hard in the first place. You think of thick arms, of polo shirts that strain against said thick arms, you think of tennis shorts barely able to cover the thighs you would love to sit on or between. 

“Earth to Y/N,” Chan frowns, “will you take this or not? Our lunch reservation is in fifteen minutes!” 

Bringing your head back to its normal position, you sigh dramatically again, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Fine! I’ll get this one.” Hurrying back into the changing room, you don’t notice Chan’s eyes following you, don’t notice the little crack between the curtain, that is supposed to hide your body from stranger’s eyes, and the frame. You don’t notice the hunger in his eyes when he sees the dress slide down your body, nothing but your pink thong adjourning your silhouette. 

Fuck. Chan licks his lips, not able to take his eyes off you. He doesn’t see much, just a bit of your right side and yet it is enough to get his blood stream down south. Ridiculous, he thinks, he is getting absolutely ridiculous. Finally averting his gaze, he gets up, wiping his sweaty hands off on his jeans and looks up when you come out, the dress hanging inside the changing room still as you wave over an employee that gladly takes it to the front with you. 

“I’ll wait in the car.” Chan says now and you nod, giving him a smile as you follow the lady to the cashier, your Dad’s credit card already in your hand and ready to solve its main purpose: make you happy. 

Lunch is uneventful, except for the fact you finally come clean about your crush on your Dad’s tennis instructor. Chan stares at you, his cute forehead in cute little frowns. Most about Chan is cute. Or at least it used to be. Ever since he started hitting the gym things have been different, but you had decided a long time ago that no dirty thoughts about your best friend were supposed to enter your head, ever. 

“Wait, his tennis instructor? Jesus, Y/N, you know your dad would never ever let you date him.”

“That’s the fun in it!” You beam at him, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a sip.

“You’re unbelievable. And… and wait, he is coming to the charity event? How on earth did you get your father to invite him?”

“Oh, that was easy. I just told him it would be a fun idea to mix the crowds. You know, get all the instructors and managers from the club to the party, have them take place, feel as if they are actually a part of high society for once instead of just working for us. He was pleased by my innovative.”

Chan blinks at you, watches how you giggle and put your glass back down, how your tongue licks over your lips to catch some left-over ginger ale. He decided he really needs to get someone to fuck in the next few days or else he is going to explode.

“I can only repeat myself: You’re unbelievable.” 

“Thank you. Anyways, I’ll need you to help me out at the gala.”

Chan’s ears perk up at that and so do his eyebrows.

“My help? With what?”

And here comes the reason why you really told him about your crush. 

“I need you to talk to him, About me. You know, just… play wingman. Tell him what a great girl I am, how much I do for charity, that I always keep up with the news, that I read a lot-,”

“So, you want me to lie to a man I’ve never met? Gotcha.”

You shoot him an angered look.

“No, I want you to… exaggerate the truth a little, that’s all.” You pick up a cherry tomato with your fork, while Chan shakes his head, laughing.

“I haven’t seen you pick up a book in years, not to mention the news? Please, do you even know there is a war going on?”

“Shut it.” You throw your napkin at him.

“I am serious, Chan. I want him. And you’re my best friend, so you’re gonna help me get him, isn’t that right?”

Something inside Chan shifts. He feels something like jealousy roam through him and another frown appears on his face. Jealousy? Since when did he feel jealous about you and any guy? He had watched you go home with tons of dudes before, had even seen you give head to one (it was involuntarily and not on purpose and to this day he hadn’t told you (it had also been the main point of many of his fantasies since then)), so why on earth was he feeling this way right now?

“Right. And what’s in it for me?”

“My love and affection?” You grin and Chan rolls his eyes, a small smirk still playing on his lips.

“Fine, I’ll help you,” he stops for a second, contemplating something in his head, his smirk turns bigger and his head tilts to the side, “I’ll help you under one condition.”

“And what’s that?” You lean back, attentive look on your face. Chan copies your movement. Then, his smirk turns smug.

“I’ll let you know at the night of the party. Alright?”

And because you would have never thought of what his condition turned out to be, you happily agreed.

The night of the gala comes sooner than anticipated. You find yourself in your golden gown at the front of the room on stage with your parents, you and your mother standing by your father’s side as he welcomes everyone to the event and thanks them for coming. You barely listen to him, eyes roaming the room for one special person - only to be greeted with something, or more, someone else.

Chan is standing at the back of the room, a glass of champagne in his hands. He looks absolutely incredible. Black tux fitting like a glove, a slim tie around his neck. There is a vest underneath his jacket, the white dress shirt seemingly glowing in the light of the room. His hair is blonde. It wasn’t blonde two days ago. Your mouth is dry and a traitorous throbbing is right there between your legs. To make matters worse, he is turning around to someone you hadn’t noticed before even though you had been looking for him. 

Mingyu nods at something Chan says, his gelled back dark hair showing off his sculptured face. He was also wearing a black tux, definitely not as expensive as the one Chan was wearing, but definitely not less expensive looking. Your head is droning. How did Chan find Mingyu already? And how do they look so good together? 

Meanwhile, Chan is talking to Mingyu. He had recognised him from a picture on the club’s website. Posing with your Dad, shaking his hand as he smiles into the camera. Chan knew right then that this guy was right up your alley. 

“You’re friends with Mr.Y/L/N’s daughter?” Mingyu asks as he looks over at the stage where he spots you. His eyes are taking in your body in that dress, drinking in every single bit of you he can for as long as he can without it being obvious. Chan nods, a small grin on his face.

“Yes. We’ve been friends for years.” He confirms and Mingyu, even though he doesn’t want to take his eyes off you, looks back at him.

“I see. So you go to these things often?” The hand that is holding his glass is moving in a circle, as if to underline what he was talking about. Chan nodded, bringing his glass to his lips.

“Unfortunately, yeah. My parents are here somewhere too, they have been doing business with Y/N’s family for as long as I can remember.”

Mingyu nods again, following Chan’s movement and sipping from his glass as well. Then, his eyes fall back on you. You, who is standing next to your mother, your one hand holding your clutch beside your body and the other holding the glass of champagne that he is also currently drinking. He wonders if it would taste better from your lips.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Chan suddenly asks and Mingyu feels caught. Clearing his throat, he slowly looks at the man next to him.

“Well, yes.”

“I’m glad you think so. She actually has her eyes on you, you know.”

Mingyu thinks he heard wrong. His eyebrows shoot up.

“She has what now?”

“Her eyes on you. She’s the reason you’re here tonight. Made her Dad invite all the instructors and managers from the club, just so she could get a chance to see you here.”

Heat shoots through Mingyu, heat that is somewhat a mixture of flattery and embarrassment. He decided to focus on the former and lets a small grin spread on his lips.

“Is that right?” 

“Yup.” Chan drinks again before falling into friendly applause like the rest of the room when your father ends his speech. He doesn’t think he even caught a single word of it aside from “Welcome everyone”. 

“She wants to fuck you.” 

Mingyu goes still at that, his hands freezing mid clap. Again, he lets his eyes settle on you and how you kiss your father on the cheek, how you then continue to walk down the steps of the stage. He can see the slit in your dress, the way your leg looks, the high heel accentuating it even more and making Mingyu lick his lips. 

He couldn’t lie - whenever you came to the club to either visit your dad, take your own lessons (which he was still about not being able to take over) or to simply sit by the pool up top; Mingyu would always sneak looks at you. You definitely were on his mind more than you probably should’ve considering your Dad tipped him more than any other person he trained. But he couldn’t help himself, not with the way you looked in your tennis skirt, in your polo shirts, in your bikini. He had to stop himself more than once from going to the next bathroom to jerk off to the fresh image of you in his head. Pathetic, really.

And now, here he is with your best friend who tells him you want him just as much. Mingyu’s grin turns cockier.

“How convenient,” he says, “I really want to fuck her, too.”

Chan takes you by the arm, leading you outside approximately five minutes later. The gala is, conveniently, held in one of the top hotels of the city and Chan had been kind enough to book nothing less but the penthouse for you and Mingyu… and him. Mingyu is already up there, waiting for the two of you.

(“You won’t mind if I join, right?” Chan looks at Mingyu with one crooked eyebrow. Mingyu chuckles.

“Oh, absolutely not. I actually think that’s a brilliant idea. Did you have her before?”

“Nope, it’s about time, though.” Mingyu nods, clinking his glass against Chan’s.

“Well, I am looking forward to fucking her with you.”)

“Chan, what-”, but you don’t get far because the second you’re out of sight from the room, Chan has you pressed against one of the grand pillars, knocking the air right out of you.

“Mingyu is upstairs waiting for you.” His breath hits your face and you feel goosebumps erupt all over your body. With wide eyes you can’t help but stare at him, his voice ringing in your ears.

“And I think I’m ready to tell you my condition, baby.”

Baby. Your thighs press together.

“W-What is it?” You stumble out, feeling Chan suddenly part those pressed together thighs with his own. You gasp. He smirks.

“The condition is,” his lips are right by your ear, his hands gripping your hips, “I get to join.”

When you suck in a breath, Chan kisses you roughly. Your eyes roll back before squeezing shut, your hands automatically finding his neck as his tongue slides into your mouth, a breathy moan slipping from your mouth into his. Chan feels himself grow hard already and he moves his one hand down, over your thigh to the slit of your dress and you whimper when you feel his fingers gliding over your core. 

“You think that’s a good idea, baby? Me coming upstairs with you? Me fucking your pretty little pussy like I should have done ages ago, hm? What do you say?” 

Honestly, you’re not sure how he expects you to answer with his fingers shoving your underwear to the side and sliding them through your folds. So, instead of using your voice, you nod your head, chasing his lips with yours again. Chan chuckles lowly, moving his head back, leaving you without his kisses. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he makes, “so, so needy. Tell me, Y/N, are you a slut?” You bite down on your lip, your hips moving against his fingers that are still seemingly aimlessly roaming your pussy. But you know better. Know that he is teasing you. Even though you’ve never been intimate - you know.

“Answer me. Are you a slut?” His index and thumb find your clit, pinching it right then and you moan out loud, your head falling into yet another rapid nod.

“Y-Yes, I am. I am a slut, Chan.”

“That’s what I thought.” He pulls you close again, lips crashing into yours at the same time as his fingers find your sopping entrance, pushing in two right away, your leg moving to wrap around his thigh.

“F-fuck, Ch-Chan!” You cry out, breaking the kiss and Chan’s other hand is right there underneath your chin, holding it up.

“Shut it, slut. Or do you want someone to hear Daddy’s perfect little girl getting finger fucked in the hallway of his oh-so important business event?” 

His fingers work at merciless speed and you shake your head, pressing your lips together to somehow maintain your moans inside. Chan takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, bite at your shoulder and suck a pretty red mark onto your collarbone, all while you stay quiet with your pussy sucking in his fingers like a starved man eats his bread. 

“God, you’re so tight, can’t wait to feel your pussy squeeze my cock like that.” Chan whispers into your ear before pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his face, sucking them clean. The view makes your mouth drop and your pussy cry. 

“Channie…” The reality of how hot you find your best friend is suddenly crashing down on you. There he is; his fingers that were just inside of you in his mouth, his eyes dark and his hair blonde. This is crazy. You are crazy.

“Mingyu is waiting, baby. Don’t you want to go upstairs?” His voice is sultry and has you swallowing as you nod, Chan taking your hand and leading you to the elevator. As much as you probably should think about what this is going to mean for your friendship, you decide that you’ll have time to figure this out later. Tomorrow, maybe. Or next week. Right now you just want to hold his hand and feel the throbbing of your pussy and think about what Chan and Mingyu will do to you. Together.

Behind you, a group of what are presumably tourists come to a halt, Chan’s hand creeping around your waist, your hand left vacant. His fingers feel hot even through your dress and when he pulls you closer, you suppress the urge to let out a pathetic little moan. You wonder if Chan knows how insanely turned on you are - until you remember he literally just felt your wetness. 

The ping of the elevator makes you and the group of people move, you and Chan ending up at the end of it, the group pressing their respective buttons, while Chan kindly asks one of them to press the one for the highest floor. The penthouse. You almost chuckle at that because of course he would get the penthouse to do this. The people don’t seem to care much, or at least they don’t show you if you do and just continue their talking. The heat radiating from Chan mixed with the smell of his perfume almost drives you insane. And when you suddenly feel the hand that had been around your waist move, sliding up the slit of your dress, over the inside of your thigh, to then slip into your panties, thumb pressing down on your clit, massaging it sensually, you can already hear the van coming to pick you up to the psychiatric ward. 

“Don’t make a noise, pretty baby, you don’t want all of them knowing what a little slut you are, hm?” He is right there, lips so close to your ear and you slightly nod, pressing your legs together, but Chan’s hand is in the way, his movements becoming harsher. Stars seem to be appearing in front of your eyes and you feel like your knees are about to give in. You try to concentrate on anything else, failing miserably. Chan’s breath keeps hitting your neck, his quiet voice continuing to say dirty things to you that make your pussy clench around nothing. He quickens his pace as more and more of the people leave the elevator and you are holding on for dear life, trying hard to stay put, to not make a sound, to not let anyone know what Chan is doing to you. 

When finally there is no one left but you, Chan presses you against the wall, kissing you hard as his fingers slip inside you like they did back on the ground floor. He is fast and hard and his tongue is in your mouth, licking against yours like a madman. He swallows your moans and you lift your leg up, once again wrapping it around his thigh and you feel your orgasm closing in on you. When he brushes his thumb against your clit, just barely really, you cry out in pleasure, lips leaving him as your head bounces against the wall behind you, your moan loud and needy, his name dropping off your lips like a song. The doors of the elevator open with another ping and you come hard, Chan fucking you through your orgasm with your fingers. 

“I see you already opened her up for us, how nice of you.”

Mingyu’s voice is something you should have expected but hadn’t. Still feeling the aftermath of your orgasm, you blink a few times, seeing Mingyu standing right in front of the elevator, a diamond glass filled with what you presumed to be whiskey in his hand. His tie was already loosened around his neck, a few buttons open and, fuck, just the sight of him made your pussy clench around Chan’s fingers. Chuckling, he pulled them out of you, once again sucking them clean. 

“Common, go over to him, I know you want to.” Chan takes your hand, softly pulling you towards the opened doors of the elevator, Mingyu’s eyes set on you. You can see the fire burning in them already, sensing the heat coming from him even before you stand right there in his space. 

“Hi.” You whisper, eyes looking up at the tall man, who smiles and tilts his head.

“Hi, pretty girl.” 

It feels like a rush is going through you when you find yourself grinding on Mingyu’s lap with Chan sitting on the armchair next to the couch, a glass of gin in his hand as he watches you. Mingyu has his hands on your ass, guiding your hips against his crotch. 

“N-Need it inside.” You cry out and Mingyu smirks, hands tightening their grip on your ass. 

“Is that right? Do you need my cock to split you open, princess?” You nod rapidly, making him chuckle. He leaned forward, kissing your jaw, not moving to take out his cock at all. You whine. 

“M-Mingyu, pl-please.” Never had you ever wanted a cock inside you as much as right now. You want to feel him, want to squeeze him. But Mingyu still doesn’t budge. His pants are open already and when you look down you can see the clear outline of his apparently huge cock and your mouth is watering. 

“I think you need to learn a bit about patience, baby. Didn’t you already cum? And you are still being greedy?” His hand shoots down, slapping your ass and your head falls back as you moan, Mingyu licking his lips as he watches your body shake. 

“You should suck him off, don’t you want his cock in your mouth, slut?” Chan chimes in, legs crossed as he watches attentively. Mingyu looks over at him, grinning.

“What a great idea, Chan,” he says, before looking back at you, “what do you say, will you be a good little slut and get on your knees for me?” 

You do it. Of course you do it. Your mind is blank except for the need to please and be pleased. Your nimble fingers shove down his pants and briefs, them now pooling at his ankles and your eyes seem to pop out as you look at his cock, his leaking, throbbing cock, that makes your mouth water and more of your slick drip into your panties. You let your hand grab the base, your eyes wandering over the prominent vein at the side and the slit glistening with pre, then you look up at Mingyu who feels like he could probably shoot his load right onto your face if you just continued to look at him like that.

“Now, now. Get to it.” He orders and you nod, eyes back on his length in your hand. First, you stretch out your tongue, let it slide over his red tip and Mingyu groans quietly. He tastes salty and still somehow good enough for you to suck his tip into your mouth, hoping to milk more of him. The sounds he makes spur you on, causing you to begin bobbing your head, your hand jerking off the part your mouth can reach. Mingyu’s breathing grows labored and his hand finds the back of your head, gripping a fistful of your hair.

“Fuck, such a good girl, common, take more, I know you can.” He begins to shove you down and you gag when his tip hits the back of your throat. He revels in the sound you make, his hips bucking up. 

Meanwhile, Chan has his cock out, stroking it lazily as he watches you on Mingyu’s cock. He imagines it’s his you’re choking on and wonders how wet you are right now. Precum leaks out of his cock and he uses it to rub himself with more ease. 

“Can I fuck your throat?” Mingyu breathes out, his cock now in all the way and you nod to the best of your abilities. Immediately, he thrusts up, his head spinning from the way it feels to have your tight heat around him. He feels your throat restrict, sees the way tears build up in your eyes and he can’t help but move again, quicker this time. He loses himself in the pleasure, head thrown back as he moans your name, both hands on the sides of your face, holding you in place as he uses you like a toy. You love it. Love the tears that now stream down your face as you breathe through your nose, love the way he feels inside your throat, the way he will probably leave bruises. His moans make your core throb harder with every passing second and you sneakily let your hand move down, pressing down and circling your clit, the moan you let out having Mingyu’s cock twitch.

“Oh fuck, b-baby, gonna cum, can I cum down your throat?” He is still frantically fucking your mouth and you again nod as best as you can, having him shoot his load down your abused throat three seconds later.

“God, yeah, sh-shit, swallow it all for me, my perfect whore, swallow it, common.” He is riding out his orgasm, eyes squeezed shut as you do swallow it all, every last drop of his pleasure. 

Chan now sees your hand, sees the way you try to make yourself come and he gets up, cock hanging in the air as his hands both grab you from Mingyu, who is recovering from his high.

“Think you can just touch yourself without us noticing? Stupid slut, come on.” He bends you over, your hands finding the small coffee table and without any warning, Chan tears off your panties, dress shoved above your ass and his cock rams into your needy core at godspeed. You scream his name, hands grasping the edges of the table and Chan slaps down on your ass cheek, eyes focused on the way his cock slides in and out of you over and over again. Mingyu watches from the couch, his spent cock twitching at the sight. He leans back, grabbing the glass he had discarded on the side table earlier, taking a sip as he watches Chan fuck into you.

“Ch-Chan!” You moan again, your hips trying to move, but he holds you steady.

“Don’t you dare cum, slut, you cum only when I allow you, got it?” Chan pulls your hair with his one hand, pulls you up against his chest, both of you standing up right as he fucks into you, your eyes rolling back, legs spreading lightly. 

Soon, Chan changes the position, has you kneeling on the armchair he previously sat on, your torso hanging over the backrest as he fucks into you from behind. He grunts, rutting his cock into you quick and hard and it takes everything in you not to come undone.

“Pl-please let me cum, need to cum s-so bad!” You cry out, more and more tears streaming over your face, but Chan just spanks you once again, shaking his head.

“Shut up, only moan my name, got it? Don’t wanna hear another word.” He feels your pussy clench around him, feels the way you squeeze him, how you want to milk him and he chuckles evilly. 

“God, you really are a whore, such a dirty fucking whore, likes to get her throat fucked and told what to do. Bet you’d be able to fuck yourself on my cock for hours, baby.”

You whimper, nodding as your body jolts forward every few seconds, Chan’s thrusts hard with no mercy in sight. 

“Get her over here, I shall use those pretty tits for my entertainment.” Mingyu is fully hard again by now, and Chan nods, his cock slipping out of you and you sob, missing him already. Chan wraps his arm around your waist and softly pulls you off the chair, instead letting your dress fall off your frame, finally having you completely bare in front of him.

“Shit, you’re gorgeous, baby,” he mumbles, hands groping your tits only for a second before Mingyu clears his throat. Grinning, Chan moves you back to the couch. You get on all fours, Chan kneeling behind you, his hands massaging and slapping down on your ass, instead of his cock, his fingers find their way inside your sopping hole. There are stars dancing around your head at this point. 

Mingyu licks his lips, he is leaning against the armrest, his cock in his hand. He watches the way your face contours in nothing but pleasure as Chan fucks his fingers in and out of you. 

“Chan’s right, you are gorgeous.” The words make you clench and whimper and when Mingyu reaches for your arms, basically having you cage him in, Chan moving with your body, fingers pulled out of you so his hands could hold your hips in place. Your tits are hanging right over Mingyu’s cock now and he bites his lip, before bringing his hands to them, thumb pressing down on your stiff nipples. He can’t really reach them with his mouth right now, but fuck, the urge to put his lips around them is making his cock leak again.

“You wanna fuck her tits?” Chan asked then and Mingyu nodded, your hips moving against Chan's groin. 

“You’re gonna let me fuck your pretty tits, baby?” Mingyu squeezes them hard and you nod frantically.

“Y-yes, pl-please fuck my tits, want your cum all over them.” Mingyu moans at that and soon enough his cock is engulfed by your breasts, the feeling of the slick from sweat skin around him almost too much at once. He begins to thrust almost at the same time as Chan fucks his cock back into you. 

The two men have their way with you, fucking your respective body parts at their own speed and you feel like you’re about to explode. Your moans don’t stop, saying both of their names repeatedly, and only when Chan wraps his arm around you, thumb beginning to circle your clit do you realize how close to release you are.

“Ch-Chan, f-fuck, I’m so cl-close.” You stutter out and Chan smirks, pinching your clit with his thumb and index.

“Yeah? Is our little slut close? Do you think you deserve to cum yet?” Chan moves to slap your clit, a wave of pleasure shooting through you and when he does it again, you feel yourself leaking into the couch, your cum dripping down your thighs, leaving a stain. Chan twitches inside of you, realizing he just got you to squirt - even before your orgasm. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, Mingyu, look, our dirty slut squirted all over the couch.” He feels his balls tightening, feels his head spinning, his vision going blurry as he comes, thick white ropes of his juice landing inside your pussy, getting fucked into you repeatedly by Chan.

Mingyu cries out, seeing the stain behind you and his eyes roll back as he slips his cock out of your tits and instead jerks himself off, his load landing all over your tits and collarbone the next second. Both of them climaxing in and on you gets you over the edge and your already overstimulated pussy squeezes Chan as you cum, exhaustion mixed with euphoria filling you, your eyes falling shut as you found yourself pressed against Mingyu, his arms around you as his cum now lands on his clothed torso. He doesn’t care in the slightest. 

“Holy fuck.” Chan pulls out of you, sinking into the soft cushions of the couch, wiping the sweat of his forehead with the back of his hand. He watches you on top of Mingyu, your naked body, his cum dripping out of your core and he stares at it for a moment, fascinated by the way how pretty your pussy looks when it’s spent like that.

“You did you well.” Mingyu kisses the top of your head and you sniff against his neck, feeling like all energy has left your body all while you’ve never felt this satisfied in your life.

“Let’s get you into the shower, baby girl.” He continues then, helping you sit up, your chest still smeared full of his cum. He sighed at the view.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

He gets up and pulls you with him, picking you up into his arms bridal style and you giggle as you look over at Chan who still seems frozen in place.

“Wanna join?” You ask tiredly and Chan nods, sure that there was nowhere else he’d rather be than in the sower with you and Mingyu right now.

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no makeup - dino word count: 499 genre: fluff masterlist

As you were at your vanity taking off your makeup from your night out with your friends, you couldn't help but feel something burning the back of your head. From the corner of the mirror, you could see Dino staring at you through the mirror with the biggest smile on his face.

"What's so funny?" You asked as you turned around in your seat and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend who instantly straightened his posture on the bed the second he realized he's been caught.

He let out a nervous laugh before standing up from his spot on the edge of the bed to walk over to where you were, "Nothing."

"Then what were you smiling about over there?"

He leaned down to place a kiss to the top of your head before turning you back around to your original position as he laid his head on your shoulder and you both looked into the mirror in front of you, "I was just so amazed at how extremely lucky I am to have such a beautiful girlfriend like you."

"Oh really? Even with no makeup?"

"Especially with no makeup," he said as he placed a soft kiss to you cheek before grabbing a makeup remover wipe from your container and turning your seat around to face him, "Y/N, you are truly one of the most gorgeous things I have ever seen."

"Dino..."

"Even if you don't think so, everything about you is beautiful to me," he said as he started softly wiping the pink eyeshadow from your eyelids, placing a soft kiss to each one when he was done, "Your little beauty mark on the corner of your eye. The scar on your forehead that you got in high school. Your faint freckles. Your little baby hairs that only show when you have your bangs up. All of those things may bother you, but if I'm being honest those are the things I find so fucking beautiful."

"Stop, you're going to make me cry." You joked as you let out a small laugh while trying to keep the tears from falling out.

Dino noticed the single tear drop failing to stay inside and he quickly brought his thumb up to wipe it away before holding your face in his hands, "I'm being serious, Y/N. I'm not going to stop you from doing something that's going to make you comfortable, but if it was up to me I would never want you to hide all those things under any makeup."

The smile on Dino's face grew wider and wider the longer he looked at your face, "God, you are so fucking beautiful it's driving me insane. How did I ever get so lucky?"

"I love you," you said as you cupped his face in your hands and brought him closer to you and connected your lips.

"I love you too, my gorgeous gorgeous girl," Dino said when you pulled away and he rested his forehead against yours.

#brb going to need 20183012839 business days to recover from this #what did i do to myself #kpop au #kpop #seventeen au #seventeen #svt au #dino svt #dino #svt #dino au #dino x reader #dino fluff #seventeen dino au #seventeen dino imagine #svt dino au #svt dino

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 77

So. This was going to be a problem. Danny felt like he was going to scream, even as Dan laughed at their misfortune. Give a tour of some of the Ghost Zone. Fine. Was going well even! They’d even found some sort of dino-ghost zone that his parents were really excited about!

Running away from a ghost t-rex, not fine! Really not fine! The speeder breaking? Super duper not fine! And then a natural portal had opened while they were fleeing! Extra duper not fine! This was supposed to be a quick weekend hangout thing Sam! 

And now they’re dinosaurs, and no he’s not angry because he’s tiny, shut up Ellie! Tucker don’t encourage her! There has to be some way back home… maybe… hopefully… He’s never going to go on another trip like that again.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #this can be taken a few ways #A) they're on the dino island #B) they're in the past and are immortal dinosaurs now #C) they're in the jurassic league timeline where everyone are dinos #or D) some poor farmer just had a bunch of dinosaurs crash into their fields #prompts #the entire fenton family and vlad and team phantom are there #that's a lot of dinos #what is everyone? who knows #Tucker better be able to use his tablet or else he's rioting #Sam is a therizenosaurus #Jazz is a baryonyx #Jack is a tyrannosaurus #Maddie is a spinosaurus #Vlad is a quetz #Dani is a triceratops #Tucker is a Suchomimus #Danny is a velociraptor #Valerie is a dimorphodon #or they can be whatever you want them to #dino au

[imsparky2002]

Land Before Time AU - JuleRose Snippet

Juleka Rex: *Sad roaring*

Rosenodon: What's wrong, hon?

Juleka Rex: I can't hug you!

(The T-Rex whimpers and looks down at her tiny hands. She hangs her head in shame.)

Rosenodon: Me help!

(The small dino flies up to Juleka's height and hugs the T-Rex.)

Juleka Rex: *Happy roaring*

Based off of a little convo me and Weebs had. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#juleka couffaine #juleka #rose lavillant #rose #dino au #dino #the land before time #land before time #land before time au #julerose #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

[psychicsharkbagelsports]

Jurassic world/park+S.T.A.L.K.E.R Part 1

My ships are in this post

Yar/Tremor

Scar/Degtyarev

Ghost/Strelok

#yar/tremor #ghost/strelok #degtyarev and scar #scar/degtyarev #stalker vano #strelok #stalker ghost #stalker fang #ashot #stalker yar #stalker flesh #s.t.a.l.k.e.r. tremor #stalker locman #stalket volk #sidorovich #fang/ghost/strelok #Dino AU

[deathbyseventeen]

As the World Caves In

pairing: Dino/Chan x f!reader 

genre: post-apocalyptic, romance/fluff, angst | zombie!au

word count: 521

series: To be Together

chapter warnings: lots of allusions to death and dying

summary: The world ended on a Tuesday in November, days after Halloween, when the sun was less than an hour away from setting. Chan had just left his dorm’s building, late to his History of Dance 136A lecture, when it happened. You hadn’t been as lucky on the day the world began to crumble.

a/n: it’s uh... it’s been a while since I posted here. I really don’t know what to say except... hi :) take a chance on this fic!  oh boy.. oh boy oh boy oh boy 

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{intro} + {3 days from the end} + {7 days since the end} + {10 days since the end} + {20 days since the end} + {24 days since the end} + {27 days since the end} + {a month since the end} 

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The world ended on a Tuesday in November, days after Halloween, when the sun was less than an hour away from setting. There was no wind that day, no windstorms or gentle breezes. But, those particularly sensitive to the world around them noticed a certain stagnant quality over everything. They didn’t know (those who were sensitive to the world), but if they had tried, really tried, and let themselves get lost in the world around them, they would have been able to hear the music in the air. They would have been able to hear the quiet pianos and guitars, the strings and a band, and a voice singing longingly and sadly, all crescendoing into an existence impossible to ignore, and, underneath them all, a symphony of screams just beginning to materialize.

And when the sun finally began to set, and the sky became a painting composed of deep oranges and reds, sleeping televisions startled awake, and forgotten sirens blared to life. The world had officially begun to crumble.

Chan had just left his dorm’s building, late to his History of Dance 136A lecture, when it happened. One of his RA’s had run outside, pushing past him, screaming, “Everybody inside! Everybody back inside! Everybody get inside now!”

He had grabbed Chan by the shoulder in his panic and shoved him back into the building seconds before the sirens flooded their surroundings. 

He’d never forget his RA yelling, or the sirens, even after the sound ceased to exist. He couldn’t. He’d be forced to hear them again when fear struck him and as he tried to sleep without nightmares taking hold of him.

You hadn’t been as lucky on the day the world began to crumble.

It had been an early day. After six hours of lectures, studios, and labs, your biology professor had let your entire class go an hour early after getting everyone to observe the growing carrots they had planted almost three months ago. 

In an attempt to make do on your New Year’s resolution at least once, you had followed your roommate to the campus gym. You had been running on the treadmill, watching the sun begin to set through the wall-length window (at the same time Chan had been leaving his dorm’s building) when the TVs playing campus news suddenly turned black. A gray popup screen appeared just as the sirens went off-- Mandatory Campus Wide Lockdown. The words went unnoticed by most, however. 

A student worker yelled above the sirens soon after, “Mandatory lockdown! Nobody’s allowed to leave!”

A fight broke out. Cocky, testosterone-filled assholes refused to be made to stay. Among them is your roommate. And, as the glass doors were finally locked behind them, you watched as your roommate left you behind. 

It would only take half an hour before more than half of the others refused to stay put as well.

Soon enough, you’d hear the beginning of the screams that you’d never be able to forget or the panging against the thick windows as people ran into them, even as you delved deeper into darkness, attempting to seclude yourself from the world.

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3 days from the end

#seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen lee chan imagines #seventeen dino imagines #dino imagines #seventeen #seventeen chan imagines #seventeen lee chan au #seventeen lee chan fanfiction #seventeen dino au #seventeen dino fanfiction #seventeen chan au #seventeen chan fanfiction #dino au #dino fanfiction #lee chan imagines #lee chan au #lee chan fanfiction #chan fanfiction #chan imagines #chan au #.dbs #my writing #S: To be Together #T: As the World Caves In

[smileyyoungchan]

They don’t know about us - L.C.

Dino x reader

Genre: pure fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: this idea suddenly came to mind and yeah. Just the cutest boy in the whole world. The only one I really love

“My horoscope says to make a list of things I love” I said, checking my phone.

Chan was sitting in front of me, eating his breakfast.

We woke up and decided to spend the day together, inside.

The weather was the best one, in my opinion. It was raining and the light was soft, occasionally getting darker and lighter.

“And what do you love?” He asked, smiling.

“Ugh. It’s difficult to think about things I love. I mean, I like a lot of things, but I don’t know if some of them can be considered ‘love’. You know what I mean?”

He chuckled, placing his fork on the, now empty, plate.

“Totally”

“For me is easy” he added.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, I know exactly how to define a line between ‘like’ and love’- he paused- I like walking in a park, but I love walking in a park with you by my side; I like watching Marvel movies, but I love watching marvel movies with you cuddling up beside me, telling me how you love that character; I love listening to music, but I love when you make me a playlist; I like dancing, but I love when you’re there with me, hyping me up; I like singing, but I love singing for you”

He had that cute little grin on his face, cause he knew the effect those words had on me.

My eyes were probably teary, and my cheeks red.

“Channie-

I wasn’t even able to talk anymore.

He moved his hand on the table, taking mine and giving it a soft squeeze.

“It’s because I love you, and only you” He said in a soft tone.

“I think I now know what I would put into my list” I said, getting up from my seat tugging a little bit on Chan’s hand. He woke up too.

“What is it?” He asked, placing his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.

I placed my arms on both sides of his neck and just got lost into his eyes.

“You” I said, smiling.

He smiled and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

He was everything I needed in my life.

#seventeen drabbles #seventeen imagines #drabbles #seventeen #svt imagines #seventeen x reader #svt au #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfiction #dino x reader #dino fluff #dino au #lee chan x reader #dino imagines #svt dino #dino scenarios #lee chan imagines #lee chan

[emilyprentissslut]

dino au at it’s core.

#monique speaks #dino au

[melanirana]

I Like Dilophosaurus i Like Sun and Moon

Tada

Dilo Sun and Moon

#fnaf security breach #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #dino au #dinosaur #five nights at freddy's #fnaf sun and moon #daycare attendant

[ppoliwrath]

my AU fang as a human, she’s around 29 yrs, her family was eaten by the same dinos in the original episode and she’s around 5’6 in height. the markings on her were face paint created by her mate to symbolize each moment they wanted to remember. the large one on her face represents the slaughter of her family as a reminder to always be on alert. she’s still terrified of snakes or anything that looks like one, she had a snake slither near her as a child when she was sleeping, and in the episode when she and spear fought off the snakes it only heightened her fear. she also uses a spear as a weapon but won’t hesitate to use her fists.

#primalgennedytarttakovsky #gennedytarttakovskyprimal #primal fang #fang dinosaur #dino #dinosaur #human #au #dino au

[greenbirdtrash]

Making a dinosaur AU out of a TV-series that hyped a hell of a lot years ago?

Sounds good.

Bonus size comparsion

Mycroft is chonkk

Thinking about making a whole reference sheet with all main characters when i get some free time

#birdie talks #my art #dinosaur #sherlock fandom #dino au #sherlock bbc

[latteunwoo]

darl+ing - lee chan

SYNOPSIS: "friends see my feed and worry, do you, babe?" it's been a little over a year since you and dino broke up. although you seem to have clearly moved on already, dino on the other hand is still hung up on you. during the first few months after your breakup, dino has said that he was already over you however recently it seems like his true feelings are showing.

PAIRING: non-idol!dino x fem!reader; ??? x fem!reader

GENRE: smau, crack, fluff, angst, exes to enemies, exes to friends, friends to lovers, college!au

WARNINGS: swearing, timestamps are inaccurate just ignore them

FEATURING: seventeen + other idols/groups

STATUS: ONGOING

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! this is my millionth attempt at doing a social media au, so i do ask for your support & patience in my updates. &lt;;3

PROFILES: one // two // three // four

one - you snooze, you lose

two - stalker

three - itchy

four - sulky cat

five - best brother ever

six - simp

seven - sorry

eight - excuse me who?

nine - one step ahead

ten - heart tumbles

eleven - dino's millionth win

twelve - the d in dino stands for delusional

thirteen - soccer season

fourteen - one less lonely girl

fifteen - houston i think we have a problem

tag list form - for anyone that would like to be tagged for updates!

#dino seventeen #dino imagine #dino #dino au #seventeen #dino svt #dino svt au #dino seventeen au #dino smau #svt smau #seventeen smau #seventeen x reader #dino x reader #lee chan #seventeen lee chan #svt lee chan

[sugarpasteltmnt]

surprise!! remaking this post with corrected, updated links!!

Introducing…

‘DINO’-tello

BIG THANK U to Anixolt on twitter for accepting this commission request!!! I'm so excited to share this 'Future' Donatello with you all!

Set in an alternate reality, Donnie & his brothers go back in time to the cretaceous period to stop a cataclysmic event. However, in doing so, the four brothers get stuck in the past and live among the dinosaurs.

[link to twitter thread]

(Note! Permission to post my commission on tumblr was given by artist via Twitter!)

More lore below!

Because the Ooze was designed to make super soldier mutants, it helps its host adapt to the conditions around them. After a few years, it started to double-mutate him to adapt to his new harsh environment, making him very raptor-like.

Because of his double mutation and trauma of past events, Donnie is at risk of going into a feral “Savage” mode like Raph

Has two modes— ‘Hunter’ and ‘Scientist/Alchemist’

While hunting Donatello relies on his instincts. Becomes very aggressive and territorial.

He uses an ankylosaurus skull and other dinosaur parts as his battle shell and protective gear while hunting

When he isn’t hunting, Donnie is trying to reinvent necessities to make living in a prehistoric era a bit easier with what materials are available to him

Whatever he doesn’t have, he’ll make. From scratch.

Dino-Tello’s concept was inspired by a similar 2003 TMNT episode where they go to the past, 2003 Leatherhead, Tarzan, and the anime series ‘Dr. Stone’

His concept is meant to emphasize Donnie’s other strengths beyond technology— such as his Super-intelligence, his close-combat fighting skills, and ability to communicate with other creatures (as shown in the Todd Scouts episode)

He and his brothers tame a triceratops and name him Zog, who was both a pet and steed

For one reason or another… Donatello is the last turtle standing

However, due to classic Hamato shenanigans— ‘Dino’tello might not be all alone for too long 👀👀👀

#DINOTELLO ROUND TWO!!! #dino tello au #non neon void related #i am seriously so mortified i got the original wrong #;w; #but at least i get to post My Boy again #dino-tello au #ROTTMNT #ROTTMNT au #ROTTMNT Donnie #rise donatello #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #TMNT AU #art I commissioned #comissioned art

[emo-batboy]

Things Battinson Totally Did During His First Year of University

Using Unhinged or Odd Things I Also Did as a College Freshman :D

Note: for this list, let’s believe Bruce was living in an (admittedly expensive and swanky) dorm because it is required for first-years, especially those entering at a young age, and Alfred told him he needed to make friends. Also yes I did every single thing on this list. I never claimed to be a role model

Bruce, to his TA: I’m so sorry I’m late to class. I gave blood a few hours ago and almost fainted on the way here, but it won’t happen again.

Signs up for a class called “Age of Dinosaurs” despite it not being required whatsoever and proceeds to work his entire schedule around it

Bruce: Your mental health is super important. If you think you should see the on-campus therapist, go see them. Friend: Fine. I’ll sign up for therapy if you sign up for therapy too. Bruce: Hold on-

Finds a loophole in his housing contract that allows him to get a pet frog, calls him kermit :)

Gets a second frog because Kermit was lonely, names it Constantine after Muppets Most Wanted, then realizes that they’re gay for each other. Wonders if the rainbow-colored rocks he got them triggered anything

Swings dramatically between calling Alfred every single day and ghosting him for weeks, cries when he realizes what he did

“Accidentally” joins the student body council, doesn’t know what he’s doing, gets re-elected anyway

Molds a dragon out of Laffy Taffy instead of doing his work

Bruce: *joins Honors, gets all A’s, takes the max amount of classes, has several minors, overachieves* Also Bruce: I’m a failure.

Breaks into a building after hours to study because NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AT THE LIBRARY

Bruce: I will not get seasonal depression this year. Bruce: *gets real and seasonal depression that year*

Meticulously schedules his day with a color-coded planner because if he sits down for too long, the thoughts will consume him

Gives a presentation to his rhetoric class on how much he likes Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (it is 20 minutes long)

Successfully allocates funding from the student body council to pay for free feminine products in the dorms OUT OF SPITE because someone said it couldn't be done. fuck you, Andrew

Bruce: It is not an all-nighter if I go to sleep before my first class. Friend: It is 7:30am, the sun is in the sky, and your first class is at 12:30. Bruce: But I am getting sleep.

Refuses to go anywhere without his backpack because what if he needs three notebooks at once

Loses over 20 pounds because ✨stress✨ and scares the shit out of Alfred when he comes home for Thanksgiving

Argues with his TA over the one (1) question he got wrong on his Dinosaur exam

Bruce, calling Alfred: Hello father figure. How do I do taxes? Do I have to do them myself? Also, I think I’m having a panic attack.

Joins in on a charity arts-and-crafts project that gives kids books with matching activities made by volunteers, proceeds to commandeer the project because “it’s not color-blind friendly” and rewrites the instructions for everyone

Makes a murder wall

Goes to one (1) sports game and proceeds to leave in the first ten minutes because it’s way too loud wtf is wrong with people

Professor, addressing the lecture hall: I dare you to write an essay about these two sentences. Bruce: *writes an essay about six words, gets a 100, never even read the book*

Crawls into the ceiling for some alone time

Ghosts someone after a date because he’s too scared to tell them he didn’t know it was a date in the first place and now he feels bad

Classmate: How tf does he walk across campus that fast? I go in the same direction he does on my bike, and he’s always ahead of me. Bruce: *is gay sprinting to Dinosaur class*

Refuses to let others use his Favorite Pen TM

Constantly gets mistaken for a Grad Student because he is “so wise and mature” (bestie, that’s the autism)

Alfred: *casually mentions he got into a car accident through text* Bruce: *replies with a meme while hyperventilating because he doesn’t know what to do with that information??!*

Wears a suit to one of his finals

Regularly eats non-organic food for the first time in his life, proceeds to learn about several allergies Alfred forgot to mention he has

Writes “What is a Hot Pocket?” in calligraphy and proceeds to laugh his ass off alone in his dorm because he is so exhausted he’s reached the point of delusion

Locks himself out of his dorm right before class, frantically asks the floor group chat if someone can help, proceeds to tell the nice gay man on the floor who saved him “I love you” because his social skills have hit rock bottom

Makes a little music album display next to his desk for his favorite band (Nirvana) His friends call it a shrine, and they are technically correct

Has a blacklist of people he refuses to interact with because Reasons

Counselor: What do you want to do when you graduate? Bruce: *gestures vaguely*

Refuses to take the bus because there are people in there and he doesn’t like those

Loses one of his frogs, how tf did he do that, they’re fully aquatic, oh fuck, this is probably why they got rid of that loophole a year later because unbeknownst to Bruce, he accidentally started a frog revolution in the dorms, btw he SWEARS he did not mean to do that

Has two trash cans in his room: one for the Good Garbage, and one for the Bad Garbage. Only Bruce knows which is which

Bruce: *writes a creative piece about a ship’s final thoughts as it sinks, bringing its passengers down with it* TA: Absolutely lovely, Bruce, but are you okay?

Goes on Night Walks, keeps himself safe by maintaining a level 12 resting bitch face at all times

Earns the nickname “8th floor cryptid” after pacing the halls at 3am when it’s too cold for Night Walks (honestly tho how tf didn’t he get the nickname earlier?)

Bruce: Do you think a depressed person could do this? Bruce: *has a manic episode*

Okay that's all love you BYE

#cryptid Bruce Wayne #college au #does this count if op is the au #fully nocturnal unhinged madman Bruce but make him like 17 and full of crippling separation anxiety and autism #bruce would rather die than inconvenience a professor but hE KNOWS HIS DINOSAURS #Dino class was my fav one in uni hands down #yes i am insane thank you for asking #originally this was just going to be a normal list but I kept taking from my own experience then said “fuck it I'm the captain now” #one of these was a lie tho...the murder wall was third year :/ #battinson #bruce wayne #batman #the batman 2022 #batman 2022 #the batman #battinson needs a hug #dc universe #gotham #autistic bruce wayne

[psychicsharkbagelsports]

Dino AU+s.t.a.l.k.e.r. and fan arts Tremor and Degtyarev

#s.t.a.l.k.e.r. #s.t.a.l.k.e.r. tremor #s.t.a.l.k.e.r. degtyarev #degtyarev/tremor #marked one #mercenary scar #s.t.a.l.k.e.r skif #s.t.a.l.k.e.r. 2 stranger #s.t.a.l.k.e.r herman #s.t.a.l.k.e.r. 2 #stalker 1979 #dino au

[deathbyseventeen]

As the World Caves In

pairing: Dino/Chan x f!reader

genre: post-apocalyptic, romance/fluff, angst | zombie!au

word count: ≅7.0k

series: To be Together

chapter warnings: allusions & talk death, weapons (the knifebrella), and violence (defending self from zombies)

summary: The world ended on a Tuesday in November, days after Halloween, when the sun was less than an hour away from setting. Chan had just left his dorm’s building, late to his History of Dance 136A lecture, when it happened. You hadn’t been as lucky on the day the world began to crumble.

a/n: hello again :) take a chance on this fic, maybe? spicier times ahead (not actually lol) oh boy.. oh boy oh boy oh boy

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27 Days Since the End

The two of you hid, backs pressed tightly against the door, in a conference room Chan had been lucky enough to find unlocked and unoccupied after running through the student courtyard, pursued by a horde of undead that was continuously increasing.

Chan had flipped the deadbolt on the door before sliding down next to you. He breathed heavily under the scarf and mask he was wearing, his throat burned, and even though he knew he needed to cough, all that came out were choked grunts.

You squeezed his hand and your eyes at the groans on the other side of the door and the thumps that accompanied them. They wouldn’t end not for a couple of hours, long after the two of you had fled.

But, when his coughs continued to come out choked, you forced them open. “Take off your mask,” you struggled to get out yourself. 

Chan didn’t understand why he hadn’t thought of that in the first place. He was thankful, though, that you had while the fear inside him grew. 

He couldn’t breathe. (He could.) He couldn’t breathe. (He was.)

Then his scarf and mask were off, and you held out a bottle of water for him to take.

His throat was irritated, even after he’d drunk half the bottle, but at least he could cough now. 

“Here,” you whispered to him after a particularly rough one. “I found some in your backpack when we were packing.” 

A cough drop.

He smiled. “Thanks.”

“Chan,” you whispered again minutes later, “What are we going to do? We can’t stay here forever.”

He took hold of your hand again and gave it a squeeze. “There’s another exit somewhere. I didn’t see it when we came in, but all the conference rooms have a second exit.”

“What if there are more of them there?” 

He was silent, then, “We’ve got to check, at the very least.” 

Twenty minutes later, your hand gripped the knob of the back door that had been hidden behind a blackening curtain. Chan stared at you, eyes having adjusted to the darkness, from across the room. His fingers bent over the deadbolt on the door, and he gulped before he nodded to you. 

“For someone else,” he’d whispered to you. 

In the silence, the click of the deadbolt echoed like the beat of a drum at the end of an orchestral piece. Then Chan ran, and his muffled footsteps fell on deaf ears as blood rushed into yours. A chill ran down your body as your eyes locked onto Chan’s wide ones.

“If there is anyone else,” you had agreed. 

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Lothlórien. Lothlórien. Lothlórien.

Chan could have shouted in joy when you pointed out your dorm’s building to him, were it not for his burning throat and the zombies the two of you were both still managing to avoid. It was taller than all the other residency buildings around it and all the other buildings Chan had seen on campus. It had sparkled in the sunlight. 

Now, he knew it had been a mirage, hope luring him into a false sense of security.

He screamed now.

“Don’t stop! Keep going!” 

Chan didn’t know how long he’d been running, how long he’d truly been running. The running the two of you had been doing on your way here couldn’t be considered the same activity.

“Go!” He yelled to you as two zombies from the horde pursuing the two of you broke off from the rest and charged forward as if they’d been given a boost. He bared his teeth in a growl under his mask as he opened his knifebrella to push them back.

He managed to take a couple of steps back before the two recovered and rushed toward him again. 

Chan pulled his umbrella shut, and like the prop cane he’d used in a recital once, he twirled it around to the knife end. Without thinking much about it, he drove it into one, pulled it out with all the strength he could muster, and moved on to the next one.

Then he ran and continued to swing his umbrella against the undead you’d knocked away but were quickly recovering. A cold wave of fear flushed down his spine when he turned the corner to reach the next set of stairs, and, out of the corner of his eyes, a zombie fell from the sky next to him.

The groans of the undead echoed through the tightly encompassed staircase. Still, above it all, he could hear your cries as he raced on.

Above him, on the thirteenth floor, you smacked a zombie with a makeshift shield Chan had made for you. You cried as you held out the backrest of a dining chair in front of you, gripping the handles Chan had hammered into it until your fingers felt stiff around it. As if the setback you’d suffered hours before because of the noise Chan was making building you a shield hadn’t been enough to give you jelly legs the entire time.

Two zombies blocked your path up to the fourteenth floor. Eyes glazed over into a cloudy white, skin grayed, and half their hair missing like a doll with half its hair ripped out. It took you a minute to fall into a horrible realization.

“Chan!” You cried. “I can’t! I can’t!”

Your neighbors limped forward, ankles bent into awkward angels. Clicking groans slipped past their lips, and when one lurched forward, hand outstretched, you cried and lifted your shield to block them.

“I can’t! I can’t! I can’t!” You cried.

You hid behind your shield, walking backward until your back hit the wall. The knife you hid in your boots lay long forgotten.

“Y/N!” Chan yelled as he reached the landing you were on.

The zombie closest to you lurched forward again, only this time it focused on him. 

Chan nodded to himself, then fixed his grip on the knifebrella. The zombie had only taken a couple more steps forward when Chan rushed it. He opened the umbrella and, using the thick ferrule, pushed it backward, hitting it repeatedly until it stumbled onto the other and it struggled against the wall. 

“Go!”

“I can’t! I can't! I can't! I can't!” 

“Just run! Don’t look at them! Run!” 

The pair of undead jostled forward against his open umbrella before you listened to him and took off running. He pushed against the pair one last time before pivoting on his heels and following after you.

“Chan!” You yelled from the floor above him, leaning over the railing and pointing at him. 

No. Distracted by the pair of zombies that had been on you, Chan failed to take in the rest of his surroundings. The amount of time it had taken for you to move had been enough for the zombies he’d left behind to catch up to him. 

You were pointing behind him.

His head turned to take a quick glance behind him, but it was too late. The two zombies at the front of the hoard reached for him as they grew nearer, and, by the time Chan caught a glance of them out of the corner of his eyes as he turned, they had already grabbed the back of his shirt.

He stumbled as they pulled him, and he twisted around, screaming as he fell.

You screamed.

The undead were quick to reach for Chan, and your neighbors fast to recover and join the two at the front.

Chan floundered for his knifebrella, and as he did, the pair in front of him lurched forward. Their skinned, bony fingers wrapped around his ankles, pressing into his jean-clad legs like razor-sharp needles. Chan screamed, almost dropping the knifebrella at the sensation. He tried to shake from their grip. It didn’t work.

The pair bent forward, intent clear as their jaws split apart.

Chan struggled, twisting to and fro until, in his increasing panic, he kicked and hit both of the zombies on their jaws. A second of unbridled relief as they let go of his legs, then he raced to open his umbrella. The other two zombies had reached him, and the rest were only a couple steps away from joining them.

“Chan, run! Run!”

The canopy of his umbrella hit your neighbors’ faces, and they stumbled backward. The other two recovered and latched onto Chan’s leg again. He kicked them, then stumbled onto his feet. He closed his umbrella as quickly as he could. Then as the horde became one ran up the stairs to join you. 

“Go! Go!” He screamed as he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you as he ran.

How much longer? How much longer until the two of you reached the fifteenth floor? Every step he took felt like an eternity. Is this what it felt like to walk through a desert without knowing when you’d reach civilization again? 

He burned, and it felt like it would never end.

“Here!” You yelled suddenly, fumbling with the zipper of your duffle bag.

Sweat ran down Chan’s face as he waited for you to find the key to the floor’s door, watching as the horde pushed forward relentlessly. Only a couple ever fell over the railings or onto the floor, getting trampled by the others.

“Hurry,” he struggled to choke out.

“I got it!” You pushed the key into the lock and, a moment later, opened the door. 

Chan meant to stop you from going through first, but before he could find the energy to force the words out, you had already rushed through the door, stopping once inside to hold it for him. He shook himself out of his stupor in an instant and shook his head as the door clanged shut behind him.

He breathed heavily as he scolded you. “You shouldn’t have rushed inside. What if there had been more inside.”

You apologized, eyes rimmed red from crying. 

His concerns, though valid, were for naught, he soon realized, as he noticed the entire floor was empty. He glanced at you, and you pointed to the only door on the left side of the hall. 

Chan nodded and, without uttering a single word, motioned for you to follow behind him. You gave him the key as he passed you. Nothing happened. No one else was on the floor, your neighbors, your only neighbors, had already joined the undead.

He pressed an ear against the door, and when he heard nothing, he knocked. 

No response.

He held his breath as he unlocked the door. The knob felt slippery under his palm, and it slipped out of his hand twice before he had a strong enough grip around it to turn it. 

He pushed it open. “Hello? Is there anyone here?” 

Silence. “I thought--” he coughed, then continued, voice hoarse-- “I thought you said you had a roommate.”

“I do.”

He nodded and walked inside. You followed him, closing the door behind you though you felt it was safer to leave it open. Chan moved through the loft-like dorm quickly, flinging doors open, and when he was satisfied, returned to the living room. 

“There isn’t—” he struggled to say. His voice, apart from being hoarse, was growing quieter and thinner. “Isn’t anyone here.” 

Your eyes darted around the room, searching for clues about your roommate, when Chan started coughing uncontrollably. He wheezed in the impossibly short breaks between coughs as he tried to catch his breath. His knees gave way, and sooner than you could hold out an arm to help steady him, he kneeled on the ground clutching a hand to his chest.

“Chan,” you gasped. 

You knelt next to him as he sank even further, pressing his face against the carpeted floor. That’s when you noticed the growing stain on his legs. You shuddered before you reached for his leg, pushing him onto his side so you could see his legs clearly.

The lower half of his jean-clad leg was ripped into shreds, held together if only by the undisturbed hem. Following the paths of the shredded denim, both long and short scratches bled and seeped through what was left of his pant leg.

“Oh no,” you whimpered, tears starting to stream down your face again.

“What do I--What do I--” you sobbed behind your hand-- “I need--I need a first aid kit.” 

You stood on shaky legs and ran to your bedroom on the left side of the dorm. You shot straight for the bathroom. Luckily it was to your immediate left when you entered your room and rummaged through the cupboards looking for the first aid kit.

After you’d found it and rushed back to Chan, you found him sitting up. His coughing fit had lessened, though now his face was red, and sweat ran down his temples.

He stared at his injured leg blankly, and it wasn’t until you kneeled in front of him and reached for his leg that he came to. 

“No, don’t.” It came out as a whisper, though it sounded much louder to himself. 

“Chan, I—” you cried— “I have to.” 

“No.” He shook his head. “There’s no point.” 

“No.” 

“You’re going to have to kill me.”

“I can’t!” You sobbed. “I can’t! I can’t! I won’t!” 

“You have to. I’m—they did this.” Another coughing fit, though it ended quickly. “I might be turning. I probably am. You have to.”

“I can’t,” you cried, “Please, just let me stop the bleeding. T-take off your mask and drink some water.”

He shook his head again, “No. It’s better this way.”

“Chan, please.”

His arms trembled, and just as they gave out, you caught him. He shuddered, and you realized that apart from sweating, his face had also paled significantly. 

“You have,” he mumbled slowly, “to let me go. Kill me.” 

You shook your head, “I can’t.” 

He was silent for a moment, though it felt like hours to you, then, “Do you have rope?” 

“My roommate did.” 

“Then—” his head lolled on your shoulder. 

“Chan?” 

“Tie me to something. And give me my phone. Please.”

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You lay across the couch hours later, back completely against the bottom cushions, staring at the ceiling without end. There was a buzz in your ears, and no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t fall asleep. Maybe it was insomnia, or maybe you just couldn’t help staying awake. You were listening. No matter how much you tried to focus on everything else, you could not stop listening.

The afternoon had disappeared without much notice. You’d helped (practically dragged)  Chan to your roommate’s room. Her bed had posts, and after finding the rope, you’d tied his arms and feet to them, leaving only his right arm free for the moment.

Chan had unceremoniously dumped his bag on the floor next to the bed when you’d set him down. You rummaged through it, through the food and the clothes he’d packed until you found it. He’d placed his phone inside a baggie, then hidden it inside a pair of folded pants.

You’d given him the phone, and while he was distracted, you’d gone to work on his leg.

You could still picture him, feel the way he protested your care. Eventually, he relented, struggling with his legs tied to the posts sapped his energy quicker than he wanted, and with the little he had left, he focused on his phone. When he was done, you had to finish tying his arms. The sun had long gone down by then, though it was only when you left the bedroom, the door clicking shut, and Chan choking out a goodbye, that you noticed how dark it had gotten. 

It was the same type of darkness you stewed in now, not one of early nightfall but of the dead. Empty and still.

You had tried turning on the lights at first, but that had only made everything feel suffocating and taunting.

You didn’t dare check what time it was. You only wanted to sleep. You only wanted to forget. 

Perhaps, you thought, you should be thankful you had yet to hear a peep from Chan’s room-- your roommate’s room. Your rich roommate that, at the beginning of the semester, had demanded her room be soundproof. You wouldn’t know what state Chan was in unless you went to go look yourself.

You really wished the buzzing in your ears would lull you to sleep. If you were lucky, everything would have only been a nightmare. But it didn’t, and if the buzzing wouldn’t stop, then it was only maddening. 

You ran a hand down your face in exasperation, then pressed them against your ears. It stopped. Releasing a sigh, you let your hands drop from your ears, and you heard the buzzing again.

Buzz. Buzz. Pause. Buzz. Pause. Buzz. 

You sat up, head swiveling in all directions as you tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. When you couldn’t figure it out, you stood up and made your way through the living room. Fear ran up your spine when the buzzing grew stronger the closer you got to Chan’s room. 

Then you saw it, and your heart jumped into your throat. It stopped buzzing, and after a pause, it buzzed again, and you realized what you were looking at. 

Chan’s phone lay face upward, peeking through the gap from the open zipper of his duffle bag.

You reached for it, silencing it once you ran your finger down the notifications. No other notifications came in afterward, and the room plunged into silence again. You clutched it in your hand as you made your way back to the couch. You’d only just sat down when it buzzed again.

A new message. 

Was it his family or his friends? Had he given them his goodbyes?

It was certain that a lot of people hadn’t been able to say their goodbyes to the people they cared for when everything went down. Would you have to tell Chan’s? 

You paused, thumb hovering over the stack of messages, wondering if you would even be able to unlock his phone. Then you slid your thumb across the topmost one and watched as it unlocked without an issue. A barrage of messages flew across the screen. 

You hesitated to scroll through them until you found the first one, then decided against it. Instead, you read the ones that were already on the screen.

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

- Today 02:32am - 

Cheol WE CANT [2:32AM]

Jeonghan FUCK SEUNGCHEOL WE HAVE TO GO THERES NO OTHER OPTION HERE [2:32am]

Jeonghan DONT YOU EVEN CARE [2:32AM]

Cheol ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO ACCUSE ME OF THAT [2:33am]

Cheol NEITHER OF US HAVE A CAR JEONGHAN IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE TO GET THERE BY FOOT [2:33am]

Cheol DO YOU REALIZE HOW LONG IT WOULD TAKE US TO GET THERE?! [2:34am] 

Jeonghan THAT DOESNT MATTER WE HAVE TO GO WE HAVE TO FIND HIM [2:34am]

Cheol Don’t you understand Jeonghan? It’s been hours. If Chan was bit, he’s turned by now. He’s dead. Even if we looked for him, we wouldn’t be able to find him. [2:35am]

Jeonghan HES HERE  YOU’RE OKAY [2:40am]

Cheol CHAN YOU ASSHOLE [2:40am]

It’s then that you decide to answer.

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Chan I’m not Chan. I’m sorry. [2:42am]

Chan I’m Y/N. I heard the phone buzzing nonstop and realized Chan may still have family alive. I was going to tell them, you, what happened. But I guess you already know. I’m really sorry. [2:43am]

Seungkwan You’re that girl he saved [2:44am]

Jeonghan WHAT HAPPENED?! JUST GIVE US THE ADDRESS OF CHAN’S BUILDING [2:48am]

Jeonghan How’s Chan? [2:44am]

Cheol Could you tell us where you are? Chan didn’t say [2:44am]

Jeonghan If it’s more convenient, you could just share your location [2:45am]

Chan I don’t think there’s much of a point in telling you where we are. Chan’s gone. [2:47am]

Cheol So it’s true then? He’s one of them? [2:48am]

Your fingers stalled over the screen as you reread Jeonghan’s last message. What happened? He’d gotten hurt saving you again. You answered them, telling them where the two of you were first. Then noticed the message’s progress bar was stuck at fifty percent. The screen blackened as you waited. Sighing, you decided to rummage through Chan’s bag to find his phone’s charger. 

When you found it, you plugged it into the outlet on the wall behind the tv and sat down on the floor next to it. Half an hour had passed in utter silence. You’d folded your arms over a corner of the tv’s  stand and burrowed your head in it, when it was broken. Chan’s phone buzzed in quick succession, incoming messages blinding you as the home screen turned on. 

You opened it as quickly as you could, noting how your message rested underneath all of the others. 

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Jeonghan Hello? Hello? [2:52am]

Seungkwan Did she leave? [2:53am]

Cheol I think she left. [2:53am]

Seungkwan SHE LEFT [2:54am]

Seungkwan Why would she leave? We weren’t being too pushy were we? What do we do now? [2:55am]

Seungkwan Maybe we should call? [2:55am]

Jeonghan You’re right we should [2:56am]

Cheol Are you kidding me? We can’t call. What if we get her killed? [2:56am]

Jeonghan Chan probably left the phone on vibrate though [2:57am]

Cheol Let’s just wait. If she doesn’t come back, then we call [2:57am]

Cheol Okay? [2:57am]

Seungkwan I guess [2:58am]

Jeonghan Fine. We’ll wait. [2:58am]

Chan We’re in my dorm, in the Lothlórien dormitory building of the university, not his. Chan was getting sick and the power was starting to fail. I have medicine here and my roommate had a new power generator independent of the university ones, and a satellite phone. I volunteered my dorm but it’s all the way on the other side of campus from where his is. We ran into a lot of problems the moment we stepped out and it practically took us the entire day to get here. I didn’t think there would be many zombies on the emergency staircase, but there were and that’s where it happened. We were almost there. It was my fault. We were almost there when I choked. He saved me and then he stayed behind to fight off the zombies that were getting closer. It happened so fast I don’t know if he tripped or what but they were on him, and when we got to my dorm, he had blood running down his leg.  [3:22am]

Chan I’m really sorry. I cleaned the wounds but that wasn’t going to stop his turning. He asked me to tie him to the bed posts. So that’s what I did. [3:22am]

Seungkwan He asked you to do WHAT [3:22am]

Chan I’m really sorry. I swear I didn’t leave, the cell signal comes and goes now. It’s one of the reasons we decided to come here. [3:23am]

Jeonghan The university has power generators for a reason [3:23am]

Chan I know. But they’re old and they took a long time to come on. We don’t even know how many things were left on, and those will end up sucking the juice out of it too. Chan didn’t even have medicine in his dorm. We had to do this. [3:25am]

After sending your message, you stared at the bubble unblinkingly. The bright light stung your eyes, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to look away. It dimmed, eventually, and once it had completely shut off, tears built at the rim of your eyes. You huffed at the sensation, sniffing as you rubbed them. 

Ten minutes had passed when Chan’s phone buzzed again.

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Cheol You don’t need to keep justifying yourself. [3:26am] 

Seungkwan So that’s it then? Chan’s dead [3:27am]

Minghao I’m sorry to say this. But, if he was bleeding that bad, he would have needed actual medical attention. [3:29am]

Seungkwan Really, Minghao? [3:29am]

Jeonghan Hello? [3:29am]

Minghao I’m only stating the facts. For all we know, Chan didn’t turn into a zombie. He just died of blood loss. [3:30am]

Jeonghan Hello?? [3:30am]

Chan Sorry. The signal disappeared again. [3:37am]

Jeonghan You said one of the reasons Chan and you agreed to move to your dorm was a satellite phone. Why? [3:39am]

Chan My roommate had one. She used to show it off, the phone that didn’t rely on towers for signal but a satellite in space [3:41am]

Jeonghan You found it then? [3:41am]

Chan Not exactly [3:42am]

Jeonghan Then find it so you can finish telling us what happened to Chan [3:43am]

Cheol Jeonghan… [3:43am]

Jeonghan We can still go to him. See that he’s dead with our own eyes [3:45am]

You swallowed at the texts. The phone buzzed again as another message came in, but instead of looking at the new text, you glanced at your roommate’s door. Tears pooled in your eyes again. 

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Jeonghan Find that phone [3:46am]

Chan I can’t [3:48am]

Jeonghan Why not? [3:48am]

Chan It’s in the same room as Chan [3:49am]

Seungkwan Minghao had a point. I don’t understand why everyone is ignoring it. [3:50am]

Seungkwan When’s the last time you checked on Chan? He may not even be a zombie [3:51am]

Chan’s ‘goodbye’ as you closed the door echoed inside of you. 

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Chan I haven’t. When I was leaving, Chan asked me to shut the door. He didn’t want me to see him turn [3:53am]

Seungkwan Disobey him then. Go inside, find the satellite phone, take a picture and send it to us. [3:55am]

Chan I can’t [3:55am]

Seungkwan You have to [3:56am]

Seungkwan You said you tied him to the bed. Even if he turned, he won’t be able to go near you. [3:57am]

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Tears slipped down your cheeks without end. You’d been staring at your roommate’s door for an eternity. Your sobs were silent, and your breathing was practically nonexistent. You didn’t know if it was the blood rushing up to your face or a void that had suddenly come into existence, but you couldn’t hear anything. 

Was Chan dead or dead?

How were you supposed to find the satellite phone with Chan in the room either dead or wanting to kill you?

You had to, though. Your hand curled around the door’s knob. You had to do this for Chan’s friends. For Chan.

Wiping the tears off your face with your other hand, you took a deep breath, turned the knob, and took a step inside.

Darkness shrouded everything inside, save for a sliver of moonlight that slipped past the window’s curtains. That sliver stretched itself across the room until it came to a rest on Chan’s profile. But even that wasn’t enough to reveal to you his fate.

Your options were clear.

“Chan?” You whispered, eyes straining to see him through the dark.

There was no answer but the sound of shuffling sheets.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you hesitated to turn on the lights. 

After taking one long shuddering breath, you groped along the wall next to the door, searching for the light switch. It met your fingers suddenly as if it had been anticipating your arrival. Rather than giving yourself a moment to brace, you let your thumb brush against the switch and blind you. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, then opened them slowly, gaze trained on the floor in front of your feet.

Fear gnawed at your insides, though there was no sound, no movement. Then you forced yourself to look up, and your gaze landed on Chan’s covered body. 

A breath caught in your throat.

Chan lay on the bed in the same way you had left him, chest rising and falling evenly. A layer of sweat covered his face, and his cheeks burned a bright red.

“Chan?” You croaked from the door. When he didn’t answer, didn’t stir, you moved forward until you were kneeling on the floor beside him.

“Chan?” You called out to him again. 

No response. 

“Chan?” You tried again, this time placing a hand on his shoulder. It only takes a couple of seconds for it to seep through the fabric of his shirt and sting your cold hands.

You flinch, then press the back of your hand against his forehead. 

He groaned at the sensation, head shifting on the pillow but not waking. 

“You’re alive,” you whispered, shuddering when the tears you’d been holding at bay finally fell. 

You moved, unaware. Chan’s feverish body burned so permanently into your eyes that you only realized you had moved from his side when you caught a glimpse of your tear-stained face on the medicine cabinet’s mirror as you opened it.

A shudder ran down your spine as you focused on the contents of the cabinet.

“Medicine,” you mumbled as you rifled through boxes and flipped bottles around so you could see what they were for.

“Medicine,” you continued to mumble as you searched. It had to be around there somewhere. Your roommate had been sick only a week before the world ended. 

Your fingers brushed against a bottle shoved all the way to the back. You grabbed it, pulling it out without caring that you were pushing everything else out and into the sink.

You measured out the appropriate amount into the little cup it came with at his side and then placed the bottle on the nightstand so you could tip its content past his parted lips. It, the syrup, seeped out painfully slow. You glared at it as it trailed past the edge of the cup, past his lips, and down his throat, willing it to move faster. It never moved past its snail’s pace.

When all that remained was the syrup that stubbornly clung to its side, you set it aside and rushed outside to fetch a water bottle from the duffle bag. 

Uncapped and full, the water threatened to spill out of your shaking hands and onto Chan. It took you a moment to swallow your feelings before you were able to force your hands to stop shaking. Then, you let a trickle of water run past his lips.

Sitting on the edge of the bed next to him, you held his hand through the night, mindlessly drawing circles with your thumb on his clammy skin. Hours passed as you sat there, oblivious to the rising sun, until Chan began to stir. He groaned, eyes crinkling at the edges as he squeezed them shut tighter. You let go of his hand then. 

“Chan?” You lurched forward, hands coming to a rest on his shoulders. You shook him a little, just as much as you dared, without fear of startling him. “Chan, wake up. You need to wake up.”

He groaned but opened his eyes anyway. 

“How do you feel?” 

He stared at you,  blinking lethargically, as if he couldn’t really see you or, perhaps, couldn’t understand what you were saying. 

“Y/N,” he finally croaked after a minute.

“How do you feel, Chan?” 

“Y/N, you need to get out of here.” He spoke hoarsely, you noted, though it was also gravely. “You need to leave.”

You shook your head and scooted closer, “Chan, you’re--”

“Go,” he croaked again, grabbing one of your hands and casting it off his shoulder. “I’m going to turn.”

“No.” You insisted. “Chan, you’re only sick. If you were going to turn, you would have done it by now.”

“You don’t know that.” 

“Chan,” you sighed. 

“Go, Y/N. Go.”

“If you don’t trust me, trust your friends. I’ve been speaking to them--your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing--and Jeonghan, I think it was, said that the change is nearly instant.” You leaned forward to cup his face. “If you were going to change, it would have happened by now.”

A shudder racked his body. “What if it’s just taking longer?”

“It’s not.”

He stilled, and you swore he blinked even slower than he had been and hummed. Then he shifted and nuzzled into one of your palms, pressing a kiss onto it.

You grinned in an instant, then realized his breathing was evening out. 

“Oh, Chan, wait. You need to wake up. I gave you medicine in the middle of the night. You need to eat before sleeping again.”

He hummed but made no motion to wake up. 

“Chan,” you insisted, voice taking on a slight whine. “Sit up, please. I’ll make food right now.”

He didn’t move, didn’t sit up as you asked still, you left him to rummage through the pantries. 

It’s been nearly a month since you’d stepped foot inside your dorm. Any conception you held about the food there was, or had long since been eaten, was nonexistent now. You practically had to eat your own scream when you found a box of uncooked pasta. 

Your mind buzzed as you prepared the pasta until you were nearly finished, and you remembered Jeonghan and the others. The long wooden spoon you were using to scoop out the pasta clattered against the side of the pot you were using as it slipped out of your fingers. 

“Shit,” you mumbled before picking up the spoon again and filling your own plate.

Chan remained asleep when you reentered the room. But, rather than wake him, you placed the plates on the nightstand, pushing aside the bottle of water, the medicine bottle, and its cup.

Tendrils of heat wafted into the air as you searched your roommate’s (ex-roommate, you corrected yourself with a small frown) room. While the power generator had a permanent spot in the broom closet, by the front door, where the fuse box was installed, you didn’t know exactly where she kept her emergency satellite phone. You figured it would be in this room and that you could spend a while looking for it as you waited for the tendrils wafting over your plates to thin. 

Seven minutes and a room full of strewn clothes later, you find it. Shoved all the way in the back of her wardrobe, hidden by piles of clothes she hadn’t bothered to hang or fold, you find the satellite phone still in the box you figure it had originally come in.

You tap away on the phone, getting to know it as quickly as you can before taking out Chan’s and finding Jeonghan’s number. You send him a quick, simple message.

###########

########## It’s me [7:32am]

Less than a minute later, the satellite phone buzzed.

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########## has been added to the chat

Jeonghan How’s Chan? [7:33AM]

You pointed the phone’s camera toward Chan and took a quick picture.

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########## [attachment] [7:34am]

########## He’s alive. He’s got a fever but I’ve already given him medicine. I’m going to wake him so he can eat right now [7:34am]

“Chan,” you shook his shoulder after setting the phone down next to you. “Chan, I need you to wake up. You need to eat.”

He groaned in protest, almost syncing in perfect time with the buzzing coming from the satellite phone. You reached for it and grinned when you saw the messages that were coming in.

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Seungkwan HES ALIVE [7:34am]

Cheol THAT’S GREAT NEWS! [7:34am]

Jeonghan He’s alive! I told you he was alive! [7:35am]

Seungkwan That lazy bastard. He needs to wake up. [7:35am]

Hoshi Chan! [7:36am]

Hoshi Wait hes sick [7:36am]

You shook your head as they continued to shoot messages between each other, pitching the phone into a constant buzzing. The grin you sported as you shook Chan awake again failed to go unnoticed by him, and it wasn’t long after that he sported a shaky one too. 

“Why are you grinning?” He croaked. “Are you--” he went into a coughing fit-- “are you that glad I’m alive?” 

“I am,” you laughed as you untied his restraints and helped him into a sitting position. “Very glad. But I don’t think my happiness compares to the happiness running through your friends.”

“My friends?” 

“Mmm. Your friends.” You showed him the still buzzing phone. 

He laughed. “Seems like them.” 

You put down the phone and reached for his plate, “Do you think you can eat by yourself, or do you need me to feed you?”

He shook his head with a small smile, “I can feed myself.” 

“Okay,” you say, handing him his plate. 

The two of you eat in silence, staring at the cloud-filled sky through the window. The food on your plates dwindles slowly, cooling quickly between bites, but it doesn’t matter. The two of you are at peace, mind free of any and all thoughts. That is until you’re startled out of your trance by a choking sound.

You whip around to look at Chan, whose choking has turned into garbled coughing. 

“Chan? Chan, what’s wrong?”

You pound his back until he stops coughing and manages to choke out a single word. 

“Water.” 

You reach over to the nightstand to grab it and hand it to him. He gulps it down, and when he’s done, takes long wheezing breaths until he calms down and slumps down against the headboard.

“Did you swallow before chewing? What happened?”

Chan nods. Once.

It should be final, but something about his nod makes you ask again.

“Is that really it? You swallowed before chewing?” 

It takes longer for him to nod this time. 

“Chan?” 

He takes a glance at you and looks away just as quickly. He coughs, then clears his throat. 

“Are those….” he hesitates, “your…. Are those panties?” He asks, eyes frozen on a pile in front of the window.

You only glance at them before narrowing your eyes at him, “Eyes on me, sir.”

He looks at you then for a moment, then goes back to eating the food on his plate. But not before his eyes flick downward on you for a single second, and his cheeks turn red, and you know it isn’t from the fever he’s running.

A snicker threatens to leave you, and you swallow it just as it’s making its way up your throat.

“Sorry,” he says suddenly, quietly. 

You shake your head as you stand, holding out your hand for his plate. 

“Get some more rest, Chan. I’ll wake you when it’s time for you to take your medicine again.” 

You’re halfway out the door when you throw a look behind yourself and catch him looking at you from under the comforter.

“And, for the record, those aren’t mine. They were my roommate’s.” 

Time seemed to move slowly after that. You washed plates and put away the food, rummaged through the cabinets taking note of everything available, and finally took a shower. You washed your clothes by hand as best you could, hanging them in the shower to dry. Then, when you were sure you’d done all that you needed to, you went back to Chan’s room and sat on the floor next to the bed.

Elusive as sleep had been only hours before, it was quickly turning into the only thing you knew as you sat next to Chan. You could hear him inhale, then exhale, inhale, then exhale, inhale, then exhale. It lulled you to sleep. You had only just begun to nod off when he shifted in his sleep, and the satellite phone came tumbling down from where you had left it on the bed. 

You flinched at the clunk. 

Buzz. Pause. Buzz.

The amused smile that you wore as you grabbed the phone fell when you read a single message.

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Jeonghan Y/N Chan I need one of you to come to the phone! Please! We need to discuss!!! [8:52am]

Cheol Jeonghan. We have to talk about this now. [8:54am]

Jeonghan They need to be here too. We’ll lose them if we don’t work this out with them right now. [8:55am]

Jeonghan Y/N CHAN WAKE UP [8:55am]

Jeonghan WAKE UP [8:55am]

Jeonghan WAKE UP [8:56am]

Wonwoo I think it’s starting. [8:57am]

Cheol We’ll lose everyone else too if we don’t talk about this RIGHT NOW [8:58am]

You scrolled past the blocks of text that followed, afraid of what you’d find at the end since the phone had finally gone silent. 

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

Jeonghan Chan, Y/N, when you see these please reply. [9:27am]

Seungkwan I’ll say it just in case you don’t bother scrolling all the way up Chan [9:28am]

Seungkwan Wonwoo found an emergency broadcast channel online warning everyone that different cities were about to have their water and power shut off. Cell signals are failing us too now. We’ve made a plan. Go back up and read it. [9:32am]

Jeonghan Fill what you can with water. Charge your phones and power banks,  and hope the electricity lasts until it’s full. [9:33am]

Jeonghan Get ready to leave. You’re going to have to leave and you’re going to have to do it soon. [9:34am]

########## We can’t leave. Chan’s sick, he can barely stand. [9:51am]

########## Where would we even go [9:51am]

You waited in bated silence for the phone to buzz again. It didn’t. Then, just as you were about to put down the phone, you remembered what you were holding.

With a heavy heart, you typed out another message, hit send, and waited for the message to read as sent. 

💕💕hannie’s fools 💕💕

########## Write down everyone’s phone number on a piece of paper, mine included. If you can, find an electronics store or somewhere where they sell hiking equipment. They should have satellite phones there too. Be safe.

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a month since the end

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