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A Duel of Hearts || Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids)

Pairing: Reader(fem.) X Seungmin Word Count: 5k+ Warnings: Suggestive, strong language(ig), mention of suicide (not the main characters). Genre: Royal AU, Friends to Lovers, Dark Academia, Angst mixed with fluff. Description: Caught in a dilemma of affection, Kim Seungmin, a prince, finds himself drawn to you. There was but one obstacle to his pursuit —you've set a single condition for all potential suitors: no royal lineage. A/N: Hello everyone! Here's another installation of the SKZ Royal AU. Idk why but Seungmin has this Dark Academia kind of vibe so I tried to incorporate that here. Hope you guys like it! More to come<3 Do check out the other fics in the skz royal series. (The stories are not interrelated) Here's the link.

You like to believe that your new dorm room is starting to grow on you.

It wasn't anything like your room back in your parents' house of course; but over the past twelve months, you'd renovated your dorm room enough to feel at home.

You'd replaced the light blue curtains with grey ones, swapped the single candle stand with a lantern to help you study better at night, put on a white table cloth and the list goes on.

A knock on your door pulls your attention.

It must be Wendy, you think to yourself, walking toward the door.

Correction: your only friend Wendy.

"Gosh, I really hate this academy, y/n." She walks in complaining, "I cannot believe they gave me a B in geography. I love geography. I cannot believe they'd ruin my overall grade like that."

"What happened?" You ask, closing the door behind her.

"I don't know! I will deal with this later, anyway," she says, fishing out a note from the pocket of her blazer. "I'm here to discuss a more pressing matter."

"What's that?"

"Of course, it's one of your lovers, y/n. I have two more lover letters in my backpack. Do you need them?"

You half chuckle and half sigh, taking the note from her and tearing it into bits.

"Ouch." Wendy says, staring at you, "Tell me y/n, it's been over a year since you joined the academy. All the boys here would die to even see you across the hallway yet you've kept the door to your heart locked. Why?"

"I am not not open to having a relationship. I just dislike how most of these men who pursue me are of royal blood. And if there's anything I despise most is royalty. That letter you gave me right now? It was from the Duke's son. It's his third letter in a row. That boy just doesn't know when to stop." You press your hand to your forehead, stressed.

Wendy nods her head, "Yeah, he is an annoying brat, I'll give you that, but y/n, I really don't understand your dislike towards royalty? Any girl out there would love to be pursued by royal suitors, including myself."

You smile in response, "It's a secret."

As always, Wendy just chuckles and doesn't push you to answer further because really, you don't know what you'll do if you ever have to explain yourself. It's a secret you rarely even discuss with yourself.

"Come on, we'll be late for our afternoon class." You say and walk towards the door, already tired of the day ahead of you.

“But Professor, do you not think that the first king of Taru was a horrible person morally? I mean, he did kill all of his wives when they failed to birth a son.”

If there is anyone in this academy who you think hates you to the core is your History Professor. The amount of times you’d ask him a question and he’d reply very vaguely, never answering to the point was insane. So naturally, you had developed a habit of asking him odd questions just to spite him.

Your Professor looks at you, almost angrily, and answers, “We are no one to judge a historical figure. Miss y/n.”

“But sir, you are portraying him as a role model to the class. Don’t you think that’s wrong? As you said, we are no one to judge him.”

Your professor hisses through gritted teeth and turns towards the board, not bothering to answer you. A subtle smile finds your lips.

“So, class as I was saying. The first King of this country- Taru- built the longest bridge in -”

“Excuse me, sir?” A hand shoots up from among the students followed by a voice, “May I answer Miss y/n’s question please?”

Your professor rubs his temple and sighs, nodding, “Go ahead, Mister Seungmin.”

You turn your head up to look at the owner of the voice, and much to your surprise, it is Kim Seungmin. He’s one of the quieter kids in the class but you’ve worked on a few projects together so you know that there’s more depth to him than just being the quiet kid by the window seat.

“Y/n, I think we could still look up to the King as a leader. Yes, he was ruthless to his wives but we don’t need to look up to him as a husband. He was, on the other hand, a great leader who led his country to become one of the greatest in the world, second to none.”

“Well, does that answer your question?” The professor asks and you nod, bowing towards Seungmin. He bows back.

The professor teaches the class for an hour more, letting you guys dismiss after his daily warning of, “You'll be going to universities next year so do work hard this year,”

You gather all your things and walk out of the class, stomach growling, almost begging you to make your way to the dining area for lunch.

For lunch, the menu rarely changes except on holidays.

And in all honesty, you’re tired of having chicken stew with rice everyday since you stepped foot in this academy, but the other options are extremely limited so you join the line of hungry and tired students, complaining about how difficult this year has been.

Once you have your plate of rice and stew, you seat on one of the empty benches and begin to gobble up the rice like there’s no tomorrow.

“Um, y/n? Mind if I join you?”

“Seungmin?” you ask, almost surprised, “Have a seat, please.”

Seungmin mutters a small ‘thanks’ and claims the seat in front of you, placing his backpack on the sides.

“So what have you been up to?” he asks to break the ice. It seems like you’re more focused on the rice in front of you than him.

“Eating?” you chuckle, “What’s up with you? How’s your preparation for University?”

Seungmin, licks his bottom lip, deep in thought.

How was his preparation for university going, really? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t even remember the last time he opened his books after school.

In fact, lately, his mind has been occupied with something entirely different-you.

You, who acts so indifferent to the rest of the people yet helped Seungmin when he was almost failing a chemistry project evaluation.

You, who says she has no friends yet packs extra food from home for Wendy.

You, who says she is having a hard time adjusting to the academy yet she’s his favorite person here.

How could you not be on his mind?

“Eh, it’s okay. I guess.” Seungmin scratches the back of his head. “How’s yours?”

“Not really well, to be honest . If only that duke’s son would stop sending me those stupid letters, my life would be a lot more peaceful.” you say and it’s true that those letter have been nothing short of a nuisance since you came back from the semester break. You respect his feelings, but you’re not obligated to like him back. Hell, you’ve never even spoken to the man. “He’s so persistent, it scares me, really.”

Seungmin could feel his anger building up. Of course he knows you have quite a few admirers. Even some of his friends are in that crowd. But Seungmin likes to think he always had the upper hand.

Yet he feels annoyed, offended at the thought that someone was pursuing you to the point of fear.

“He might be a duke’s son but he isn’t behaving like one.” Seungmin comments.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. All of these aristocrats and royals believe that the world is at their disposal. They could just command it and everything would go according to them. It’s ridiculous. I’m so glad you’re not from a royal line or else we wouldn’t have been having this conversation.” you say and Seungmin’s world stands still.

You think he’s not from a royal family?

You didn’t know who he really was?

He almost wants to tell you the truth, that he, in fact, is the descendant of the very king you were talking about in History today. But he chooses to remain silent. He’s enjoying your company way too much to ruin it in one day.

“Yeah, thank god for that.” Prince Seungmin replies.

The next few days pass by in the blink of an eye and the academic pressure gets worse.

"Wendy, could I borrow your lantern? Mine is broken, I think." You ask Wendy one afternoon.

The sun brightens up the inside of Wendy's room.

"Yeah, sure." She passes you her lantern, "I have a spare one. Going to the library?"

You nod.

There's no better place to study than the library. Especially on such a warm and cozy afternoon when everyone just wants to take a nap.

"I'll see you at dinner then?"

"Sure thing."

You walk the corridors, fiddling with your pockets, making sure you'd taken all your stationary. It would be a hassle to walk back to your room again.

As soon as you enter the library, the sounds of the world as if disappear. Not even the tapping of pens could be heard without focusing hard.

You find a suitable seat for yourself by the window and settle down there.

The library feels colder than your room and you're grateful for it. At least you wouldn't be sleepy now.

"Someone's working hard, I see." A teasing voice whispers from behind, "May I join you?"

Seungmin’s voice, much to your surprise, brings a smile to your face.

"Sure." You say, shy like a kid in kindergarten.

He claims the seat across you, setting his books and stationary on the table.

And for the next three hours, the only sound you hear from his side is that of his breathing. Even and steady.

He's busy reading a book and his eyes are focused on the pages, never once wavering anywhere else.

He's quite sincere, you realize.

The sun sets and the students light up their lanterns and immediately go back to studying. Seungmin glances at you for a second, his lips curving into a soft smile. You smile back, albeit shyly.

Hours pass by and you know it's almost time for dinner because your stomach is growling. Louder than ever.

"Y/n," Seungmin speaks to you, putting his book down, "Want to have some warm Noodles? There's a new stall in town which sells delicious noodles."

You contemplate for a second before agreeing with a smile.

"Noodles sound amazing right now."

The both of you pick up your lanterns and walk out the main gate into the streets of the town.

While the town is busy and bustling with activities during the day, at nightfall the town comes to a standstill. Something you've always liked.

"It's not in the market square, I presume." You say as Seungmin navigates through the lanes of the market.

"No," He replies, "But it is quite near to the market."

After a five minute walk from the market square, you finally see an old bamboo hut in the distance, dim and quiet.

But the moment Seungmin and you are seated on one of the wooden benches, you're as if in a trance. The aroma of herbs and spices and chicken broth is nothing like you'd ever felt before.

"Grandma, we'll have two bowls of noodles with a side of Kimchi, please." Seungmin says.

"Sure thing, son." The woman replies with a twinkle in her eyes.

"You're a regular here. " You say to Seungmin, looking around the interiors of the stall. "It's cozy and the noodles smell amazing already."

"Oh, y/n, wait till you taste them. It'll be like nothing you'd ever had before."

And true to his words, the moment you eat those noodles, flavors burst in your mouth.

It is a perfect blend of sweet and salty, but the black pepper adds the perfect spice to the combination of flavors.

"Seungmin, this is amazing!" You say, taking a second bite. "We have to come back here again!"

He can only chuckle at your reaction. If you'd say the word, he'd bring you to this place everyday. Without fail.

The two of you eat quietly, only sharing a glance of amazement once in a while.

"I'll pay, y/n." Seungmin offers once you guys are done eating, bellies full.

"No! Let me pay." You get up immediately and walk up to the old lady.

Seungmin can only shake his head at you.

"How much will that be, grandma?" You ask, taking out your purse.

"Oh, its on the house today. " the lady says, much to your surprise, "Master Seungmin brought his girlfriend out for a date at our place. I couldn't take money from you today."

Seungmin and you stare at each other, wide eyed and speechless and hearts racing.

"Grandma! She's not my girlfriend! We're classmates." Seungmin says, the tip of his ears bright red.

You nod, shyly, "There's nothing of that sort going on between us!"

Grandma smiles as she pours soup into a bowl, "Well, not yet maybe. I have an eye for things like that, you see."

When you exit the hut, Seungmin remains quite, his lips pursed in a line. It's truly endearing to see him flustered like that.

"Well, that was awkward." You say, trying to lighten up the mood.

Seungmin nods, rubbing the back of his head, "Sorry about that. I don't know why she'd say that."

"No, no, it's okay. She's an adorable woman." You say.

The rest of the walk passes by in silence.

For some reason, you always find yourself in these silent moments with Seungmin. But you like the silence. It's calming, not uncomfortable.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks as the two of you reach the entrance of your dorm building.

You nod. You're about to turn around when he pulls you in for a gentle embrace.

Your heart stops. Your breathing stops. The earth stops.

Without even meaning to, you find yourself melting into the embrace.

The next second, Seungmin pulls back and walks towards his dorm, not even saying a word.

And you're standing there, mouth hanging open.

What are these nervous sensations Seungmin is making you feel?

"So why were you not at dinner yesterday?" Wendy asks the next morning, an eyebrow raised in suspicion, "Were you with a boy?"

You try to calm the heat spreading to your cheeks, "Kind of. But it wasn't anything like what you think. I swear. We were studying together and then he asked if I wanted to try a new food stall in town. That's all."

And then he hugged you Goodnight. And you haven't been able to forget the way his body felt against yours.

"And who exactly is 'we'?" Wendy asks again, the tone of suspiciousness still present in her words.

"Seungmin and I." You say.

Wendy stares at you, flabbergasted.

Seungmin and you?

You went out on a supposed platonic date with a Prince?

"Y/n, Seungmin is-" Wendy's words are cut off by the ringing of the hourly bell, indicating that your classes are about to begin.

"Wendy, I'll tell you all about it. Promise. See you later." You say and disappear into the crowd of hurrying students but Wendy doesn't move.

Wendy has a different plan in her mind. Something she considers more important than attending boring lectures.

"Kim Seungmin, can I see you for a second?" Wendy drags Seungmin by his arm the moment he steps out of his dorm building.

He stares at her, confused.

He didn't have a class yet; he was just stepping out to get some breakfast. Where was she dragging him early in the morning?

"What's wrong?" He asks.

Wendy and him have never even talked with each other before so why this sudden interest?

Wendy stands in front of him, eyes full of doubt. Her hands rest on her hips.

"Are you trying to mess with y/n?" She asks flatly.

Seungmin is taken aback, "What? No! Of course not!"

Why would she even think that? Seungmin almost feels angry.

"Then why are you hanging out with her late at night and why is she oblivious to you being of royal blood?"

Seungmin sighs, "Okay, Wendy, listen. I'm not trying to mess with her or anything. But its true I haven't told her about my family yet. And I will tell her. But I just want her to know me for me. Before she starts to dislike me just because I'm of royal blood. Do you think I'm wrong?"

Wendy thinks for a second before replying, "Well, you don't mean any harm. But...I think you should tell her about yourself. I mean if you're trying to get her to like you back, might as well be honest about your life."

Seungmin’s eyes are wide with shock. How did she even know about Seungmin’s crush on you? Did one of his friends spread the rumor? Did she try to spy on him?

"Hey, don't look so surprised, your majesty." sarcasm drips from her words, "Everyone here knows you like her. We have eyes, you know?"

Seungmin doesn't reply, embarrassed. Of course it is hot gossip when a prince falls in love, isn't it?

People have written sagas and books and poems about it. What is a little academy gossip compared to that?

You find out Seungmin hanging out with a female friend the a few days later during lunch, and you try to shake off an uncomfortable feeling.

"Seungmin, could I speak to you for a second?"

The girl looks at you, from head to toe and nods her head. "Hey, she's quite pretty, Seungmin."

Seungmin sighs, "Oh, shut up, Sojong. Don't you have a class?"

His ears are red again, like how they were back at the noodles shop.

"I'm going now anyways. Bye sweethearts!" The girl walks off with a smile, and you're left confused.

"Don't mind her. She's my cousin. An idiot cousin, if I may add."

It feels as if a weight is lifted off of your chest. Your lips automatically curve into a smile.

"I didn't know you had a cousin in the academy."

"Yeah, well. Now you do. So what's going on?" He replies.

"Um.. did Wendy say something to you a few days ago? About you going to the noodles stall with me?"

Seungmin chuckles, "Oh yeah. But it's alright. She's your friend. I get that she's quite protective of you."

You smile, "Thanks for understanding. But , umm...Seungmin, she also might have implied that you kind of want to go out with me."

Seungmin’s soul almost leaves his body. Wendy could not have shut up about it, could she? Now you probably think Seungmin is some kind of creep trying to get into your pants.

"Hey, it's okay. Wendy always exaggerates everything and she wants me to get a boyfriend desperately so I understand if you didn't say anything of that sort to her. She's not very good at conveying messages." You say.

"But I did." Seungmin says, mustering all his courage, "I did say that. To her. And it's totally okay if you don't feel the same way about me. I really do. "

You almost feel like laughing.

You haven't been able to get him out of your mind for the past few days. And he thinks you don't like him?

The both of you had been busy with different classes and tests and projects. The few glances and greetings you shared with him during lunch would become the highlight of your day. And he thinks you wouldn't want to go out with him?

Impossible.

"I do, though. I'm open to the idea of going out with you."

Seungmin was not prepared for that answer. He was sure he'd get rejected, but here you were, looking all shy and sweet while confessing to liking him back?

"Um..so how about tomorrow night? There's a nice restaurant with live music and all. I could book us a table there."

You try to supress the grin that is trying to claw its way onto your face.

"Sounds great. See you then."

"Yeah, see you." He replies, heart hammering hard against his chest.

The night finally comes and you find Seungmin standing just outside of your dorm building.

He wears a black long coat and pants, paired with a high collared white shirt and a rose in his hands.

Your legs feel weak the moment your eyes meet. And the gravity of the situation finally dawns on you.

By tonight, Kim Seungmin might become your boyfriend. He's handsome, intelligent and funny, yet he decides to go out on a date with you?

Why? How did the two of you even end up here?

On the other hand, Seungmin feels like he'd been hit by the cupid's arrow. The only thing he can think about as you make your way towards him is how beautiful that long, pink dress looks on you and how he couldn't wait to make you his.

"For the beautiful lady." He says, offering you the red rose.

Shyly, you take the rose.

"Shall we?" He asks, gently taking your hand. Your hand feels warm.

"Yes." You reply, intertwining your fingers with his.

Oh, how beautiful it feels.

To be able to walk hand in hand with the man you admired so much. It feels natural. Like this is how the two of you were always meant to be. Maybe if Wendy had never told you about how Seungmin felt about you, you'd have never made the effort to ask him if he ever saw you in a non-platonic way.

But you're glad everything that happened happened. You're not someone who liked to live with what-ifs.

The restaurant he'd booked just adds to the beauty of this evening. The ambience is nice and a musician plays a beautiful melody on the piano, matching to the aesthetic of the place.

"I had booked a table for two by the name of Kim Seungmin. "

The waiter takes you to your place, a large candle adorning the center of the table.

You take your seats and the waiter takes your order and leaves.

Seungmin gets a hold of your hand again, intertwining your fingers.

"I can't believe we're actually out on a date." He chuckles, tracing his thumb across the back of your palm.

"I can't either. It's surreal." You say, "But I love it. I love being here with you."

Seungmin nods, "I love being anywhere, as long as you're with me."

"Didn't know Kim Seungmin was such a flirt, huh." You laugh, your cheeks heating up.

"Oh, you're in for a long ride, baby girl." He says, pressing his lips softly against your fingers.

Goosebumps.

Indeed, you were in for a long ride.

That night, the two of you walk back to the academy campus in silence.

A silence that is so calming and so comforting, it feels almost like a soothing hug from Seungmin.

When you two reach the main entrance of your dorm, Seungmin pulls you in for a hug again.

And just like last time, you melt into his arms.

He smells like smoke and mint and comfort.

"I had a great time, y/n." He whispers, pulling away but keeping your faces close.

He put strands of your hair behind your ears, so soft and tender.

"I did, too." You reply, your hands gently settling on his cheeks.

"Can I kiss you, y/n, please?" Seungmin asks, almost pleads. Like kissing you is what would keep him alive from that day on, like kissing you would fill his lungs with oxygen, like kissing you is the drug that he just cannot quit.

And you can only nod before he crashes his lips onto yours.

And yet again, he's gentle and tender and you sigh into his mouth when he pulls you closer.

He tastes like the tiramisu you had back in the restaurant, sweet and like strawberries.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then." He says when you pull back, breathing heavy. His eyes are shy with a sense of pride in them. He couldn't believe that the girl he'd been crushing on since last year was finally his. He couldn't believe his luck.

And neither could you.

"Yeah, see you!" You say and kiss his lips once again before jogging into the dorm building.

Seungmin goes to sleep that night dreaming of you and wakes up yearning for you in the morning.

And the cycle repeats every day, for the next 2 months.

The two of you had become inseparable, spending every possible moment with each other.

Whenever your schedules would not let you spend a lot of time together, the two of would make sure to have at least one meal together. That single meal would be the highlight of both of your days.

But the final exams loom over you like an ominous grey cloud.

"So, as you already know, our country neighbors multiple other countries, each with their own king and set of rules. I want you all to remember the names of all current kings and all new rules they had added to their country during their tenure. " the history teacher was going on and on, "Remember, you only have a month left for your finals. That final grade would determine the trajectory of your lives. Study well."

And he finishes off with that threat.

You were so busy jotting down notes during the class that you didn't notice Seungmin's absence from the day's class.

You'd been late this morning and didn't have time to even have breakfast before coming to class. Naturally, you'd assumed he'd been in the class.

"I don't see your boyfriend today, y/n." Wendy says after class, as if reading your mind.

"Yeah, I've been wondering the same thing." You say, absently, stuffing your books back in your bag.

Wendy tags along with her other friends for lunch and you excuse yourself, making your way towards Seungmin’s dorm building.

You'd been to his room multiple times now, yet everytime you're surprised by how neat it is. The books are neatly lined up on the shelf, the blankets are folded on the bed and his shoes are neatly stacked by the corner of his cupboard.

"Missed you at class today." You say to Seungmin, whose eyes widen with excitement when he sees you enter the room.

"Yeah, I spent nearly three hours solving a problem last night, I didn't wake up on time." He says, patting the space near him on the bed.

You sit beside him, "Can we study together at night? I need your help."

He agrees immediately, pecking your cheek.

"In fact, we could go to the library right now, what say?" He asks.

"Did you forget, Seungmin? We have a field trip today. In the second half. We're supposed to assemble at the playground after lunch."

Seungmin chuckles, "Yeah. A field trip to the old fort of Taru. Almost forgot about it."

Something he'd been dreading for weeks now.

When it was announced that the final year students would be going on a field trip, he was excited in the beginning.

But when he found out the location of the said trip, he was devastated. The old fort of Taru was his ancestral home. His grandfather and great-grand father and great-great grandfather fought multiple wars and ruled the country from that fort and when they passed away, Seungmin’s father had shifted his family to a new palace just outside the city, deciding to turn the old fort into a museum for tourists.

Seungmin didn't dislike the old fort. In fact, he loved visiting that place . Every year, he'd look forward to visiting the old fort to pay homage to his forefathers during special festivals that only the Royal family celebrated.

Yet, he was dreading today's trip. Because at the entrance of the new museum, stands a tall painting of him and his family, welcoming tourists to their ancestral home.

And if you see the painting, his façade is going to disappear and you'll know his identity and that would be the end of his beautiful daydream.

But when you pull him by his collar and kiss him with so much love, he cannot help but wish for this dream to last forever.

When the time finally comes to board the horse carriages that would take the students to the fort, Seungmin starts rethinking every single choice of his till date. He knew he was hurting you, he knew you would be devasted to find out who he really is. But he would die if had to lose you.

And his greatest fears come to life the moment he sets foot out of that damned carriage.

Wendy, with her hand on your shoulder, stands near the fort entrance. You'd reached the fort earlier since the girls were sent off earlier. And Seungmin wishes they hadn't been.

You look confused, sad, eyebrows furrowed in exasperation.

When Wendy sees Seungmin, her eyes widen. "She knows." She mouths at him.

Seungmin swallows the lump in his throat, "Y/n, I swear..I swear I didn't do it to deceive you. I really like you and hell, I even love you. Please. Hear me out."

You don't say a word and stare at him with a piercing gaze.

"Y/n, please. I don't know why you hate Royal families but I promise you, I'm not as bad as you think they are. You know me, y/n. I'm your Seungmin!" He insists, trying to hold your hand.

But you pull away.

"You lied to me. You're no better than them." You say, almost a whisper, "Forget about what happened between us. It's over now."

And with that, the love of Seungmin’s life walks out of his life, leaving him in shambles.

You'd not slept properly for a week now and even stopped attending any classes. You had buried yourself in your books, revising every single page of every single book for as many times as you could.

The only time you did step out of your room was during lunch and dinner and even then, you made sure to avoid him at all costs.

It had been dreadful, really. You thought it would be easier for you to move on and forget the past few months if you kept reminding yourself of Seungmin’s lies, but it only made you miss him more.

He lied, yes; but he also made you fall in love with him, which was worse. Falling in love and dreaming of a family with Seungmin was never on your cards, you were sure you'd always marry the person your parents would have chosen for you. But here you were. Heartbroken and infatuated; both by the same person.

And today is no different from other days, or so you thought.

At around half past midnight, you hear a knock on your door. Wendy had gone home for a week and would be back tomorrow, so you are genuinely curious as to who would knock on your door at such an ungodly hour.

When you open the door, you see those eyes again- the black orbs that you'd fallen so deeply for.

"Y/n, do you have a minute? Please?" Seungmin pleads when you freeze at the sight of him.

"No. I'm afraid not." You reply, your heart hammering against your chest. The tightness in your throat does not help.

"Please, y/n. I beg you, please."

Across the hallway, a few girls pop their heads out of their doors, wondering where the male voice is from.

Sensing no other option, you pull Seungmin inside your room reluctantly.

"Fine. Say what you have to and then leave." You mutter.

You're doing everything in your power to avoid any sort of eye contact with him because you know that is what your weakness is.

He sits at the edge of your bed, while you sit in your chair, across the room.

"Y/n, you don't have to take me back. But I want you to know that I never meant to deceive you. It is pure, genuine love that I feel for you. I know you hate me because I'm of royal blood but ignoring that part, you did like me, didn't you? Before you even knew about my family. I'm still that person. I may be a prince but that is not all I am."

Your throat gets tighter and your eyes mist over with tears.

"It doesn't matter. Our relationship started from a lie. And as a matter of fact, I cannot ignore that you're a prince. I had one condition for all suitors and I cannot withdraw it for anyone."

Seungmin swallows, his eyes bloodshot, "Can you at least tell me why you hate Royal blood so much? What did they ever do to you?"

You scoff, "You really wanna know, huh? Does it still matter now? Because I'm never going to get back together with you, Seungmin."

"I want to know."

And so you tell him.

"I hate royals so much because I am one of them. I am a princess. A forgotten one, but the blood of royalty still courses through my veins."

You were a little girl of around four when your now parents had adopted you, more or less. You didn't know who they were or why they were taking you away from your mother and father- the king and queen of Nabha- a country neighboring Taru. You only remember crying till your head hurt. You remember your birth mother crying, standing at the gates of the castle while her emerald crown fell at her feet.

When you turned twelve, your adoptive parents told you the truth of your adoption.

Your adoptive mother worked in the Royal Palace as a governess for royal children while your adoptive father worked as a royal architect. They'd both met in the palace and fell in love, eventually married. You were born to the queen and king a year later. Everything was going well.

But as all stories go, yours had a villain too. Your own birth father- the king. He was the worst kind of person. He was cruel, unjust, abusive and hated you because you were a girl. He had prayed to every God known to mankind for a son, only for him to receive a daughter in return. But he refused to crown you the heir. For the next few years, the king traveled to all neighboring countries , looking for some solution to his problem. And then he found it. An oracle that told him to disown his first born daughter, in order to be blessed with a son.

When the king arranged for your adoption, he didn't even bother consulting his wife. One morning, you were in her arms and the next, you were being taken away to Taru by your adoptive parents.

The Queen killed herself the next morning.

"And that was the day I promised two things to myself: First, I would never set foot back in that country. I made Taru, your country my home. Second, I would never marry a man of royal ancestry. Because I know, no matter what happens, I never want to be associated with royals ever again. Betrayal is all we'll receive at the end under the pretense of a greater good."

Seungmin is speechless at this point. He thought your dislike towards royal lineage was just a matter of preference but now, he understands you. Truly. He understands why you'd take his lies as a sign of betrayal.

"Y/n, I-"

"Save it. You have your answers and I have mine. Leave."

He walks out of the room without a word and the moment you lock the door behind him, he falls on his knees, crying. His heart aches for you. For everything you'd been through and for everything he put you through. He cries for you.

But little does he know, behind the closed door, you're on your knees too, sobbing into your hands. Every single fiber of your being begged you to stop him and you chose to ignore it.

You wonder if you'll ever be able to hate Seungmin like you wish you did.

Wendy is lecturing you again this morning, her face tense.

"Y/n, we're leaving this academy forever tomorrow. Can you please give yourself the closure you deserve? Just go and talk to Seungmin. You don't have to hate his guts forever. "

The final exam results are out today, which means that your parents would be coming to pick you up tomorrow evening. You'd be leaving this place and all the bitter-sweet memories associated with it forever. It hurts you a little.

But you had to be strong.

"I've got my closure, Wendy. I promise. Can we talk about something else now?"

Wendy sighs, "Y/n, if this is what you want, then I shall support you. But know that I genuinely will always believe that you and Seungmin were meant to be. Even if you get married and have ten kids with someone else!"

For the first time in months, you allow yourself to laugh at Wendy's stupid statements. She joins in too.

But her words stick with you throughout the day.

That night, after you're done packing most of your stuff, you crash on your bed, a thousand thoughts circling your head.

I genuinely will always believe that you and Seungmin were meant to be. Even if you get married and have kids with someone else!

Even the thought of marrying another man and having his kids nauseated you. Are you really ready to let go of Seungmin, forever?

You had spent a long time trying to forget Prince Kim Seungmin, his voice, his words, his touch, but had you really succeeded?

After today, you might never see him again. Are you ready to live with that regret forever?

The answer to all these questions is no. You are not someone to live wondering the what-ifs.

So you jump out of the bed, lantern in hand and run towards Seungmin’s dorm.

"Y/n, did you come here by mistake?" Is his first reaction when he opens his door, hair messy and eyes alert.

You shake your head, "No. I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"

He let's you in.

"So, what's up?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks nervous. Like the first time he had taken you out for dinner to grandma's noodle shop.

"I've been thinking. About you and about us. And I.. I'm scared. I will not lie. I do not trust royals, but for some reason, I trust you. I know that there’s a thousand things that could go wrong but I still want to be with you. If you'll have me again"

Seungmin is dumbfounded. Literally. How does one even respond to things like these?

"Seungmin, say something!" You insist.

He forces the words out of his mouth, "I'm g-glad you feel that way."

You scowl, hands on your hips.

"I bare my heart open to you and this is all you have to say? Really? Listen, if you've found someone else in these few weeks then I understand, I really do but please at least-"

He kisses you. He kisses you so beautifully, it pains you to even think that you were willing to give up this. And for what? A horrible father who coincidentally was also of royal blood?

His tongue nudges at your tongue playfully, while his hands are cupping your face, thumbs circling your skin in comfort.

You'd never felt so much peace.

When you pull away, he gently presses his forehead onto yours, "I wouldn't dare find someone else. I assure you, whatever prejudices Nabha had, they do not exist here in Taru. I'm not like your birth father and I will never be. I promise. I will do everything in my power to convince you about it."

And for some reason, as usual, you believe him.

You kiss him again, knowing that if you could go back in time, you would not change a thing. You would let Seungmin easily win the duel of your hearts a thousand times over.

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THINNING.

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Author's note: No angst this time. Just a good ole friends to lovers fluff! :)

"I'm so busy I don't have time to be sad about my break-up!" You said as you fixed your eye make-up with the visor down while Chan was driving your car.

"Or maybe because it's your second break-up in this month alone, you're probably immune to it," Chan playfully remarked.

You pinched his arm but because of his firm biceps, you could only pinch just enough skin and inflicted a little pain.

"Ouch!" He yelped.

"Oh, shut up! It's not even that hurt!" You sneered at him and continued fixing your make-up.

You leaned in close to him as the car arrived at the destination.

"How's my make-up?" You asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

He went to examine it with a laser focus and tapped your cheek, "You look horrible!"

You lightly punched him on the chest now, but he also got a nice firm pec there.

"How do you have muscles everywhere?" You nagged with so much frustration while he could only laugh.

The club was in full swing when you arrived. Chan doesn't like going to this kind of place, but since you were the one who insisted on him going, he had no choice but to surrender. It was that or you dragged him there yourself.

"This is my friend, Chan!" You introduced him to your friends from university and took the tequila shot on the table, gulped it down your throat.

You gasped as the alcohol burned down your throat.

Your friends stared at you and they were probably pissed because it was supposed to be girls' night out. No bros allowed.

"I know, I know. But he's leaving tomorrow," you quickly explained to them, "so I thought why not celebrate two things at once!"

You grabbed the drink in your friend's hand and took a little sip.

Yet your friends still stared at you, "oh come on!" You stomped your foot on the floor.

"Cute me some slack!" You whined, "he'll be away for three months!"

But it seemed like they doubted your words.

"It's not that," one of your friends finally spoke up.

"Are you sure he's just a friend?" The other chimed in, while the rest gulped at how blunt her question was.

You sighed and gave your friend her drink back, "Look!" You began speaking.

You pulled Chan by his elbow to your side and linked your arm with his, "you can be friends with anyone with dicks and not hop on them, okay?" You sneered.

"You guys should know that better!" You rolled your eyes at them, slightly annoyed.

Chan let out a dry laugh, he agreed with the point you tried to utter but not so much with how your word it.

"We're just friends. And we've been friends for like..." you glanced at him and tried to get a hint of the answer.

"We're just friends!" Chan stated, putting an end to the conversation and the doubts your friends have about you and him.

"How come we didn't know about him?" Your friend asked you again.

"Yeah, we have never seen you with him before," the other joined in.

You placed your hand on his shoulder now, "that's because this man is always busy," you simply answered, eyes squinting at him.

Chan smiled but couldn't find another way but to admit that he was guilty of the charge.

"Where are you going?" Your other friend asked while stirring the ice cubes in her drink with the straw.

"Abroad for a summer course," he shortly replied.

"Enough chit-chat," you linked your arm with Chan again and pulled him with you to order drinks.

You called for a bartender when you arrived by the counter but Chan grabbed you by your sleeve.

"If we're drinking then who's going to drive later?" He asked.

"We'll call a driver!" You nonchalantly answer with a light shrug.

Chan ended up only taking one drink the whole night and he compensated for it by drinking sweet non-alcoholic drinks because you got drunk for the two of you.

Your friends weren't the slightest bit surprised to see you drunk, it seemed like it was a natural occurrence, a familiar view that they might have seen one too many times.

"Any one of you wants a lift?" Chan offered after your friends helped him get you inside the car.

"You'd better take her home fast. Don’t worry about us, we'll share a taxi!" Your friend assured him and went to hail a taxi from the side of the street.

It wasn't the first time either for Chan. Except that he could count for how many times he got to take you home drunk, this was his third time.

He knows what to do. He'll drive you to his apartment because you always insist on staying in his place after getting drunk knowing that he'll take care of you.

He would take you to the bathroom first, in case you feel sick and want to vomit, he then would help you clean up as much as he could.

Out of habit, you always take your clothes off as you headed to his bed and Chan would hurriedly take one of his infinite supplies of black hoodies, then put it on you.

"Thank you Channie," you mumbled with a sleepy smile, curled up on the bed, making you look like a small baby.

He brought a new bottle of water and put it on the table on your side of the bed.

He took his shirt off and lay down next to you.

"Goodnight!" He muttered to the void because he thought you were sleeping and couldn't hear him.

He turned off the lights and got under the duvet with you. This wasn't the first time he shared a bed with you because both of you hate to sleep on the sofa. And if there was a big bed that fit two people then why not?

"Chan..." you called him out in the dark, your voice slurred and heavy with drowsiness.

"Yeah," he answered, looking up without anything to see but the dark.

"Who will take care of me when I come home drunk if you're away?" you sounded so sad when you said it.

It hit him right at that moment that he'll miss doing a lot of fun things with you.

All these years he has been friends with you, Chan realized that most of the fun he had in his life he did it with you and you were a part of it.

It got him wondering if he'll feel any sort of loss when he's away from you.

"Then don't get drunk!" He suggested with a sneaky laugh.

You roughly pulled the duvet from his side as a protest to his reply.

Chan tried to pull it back from you but you rolled yourself in the duvet, making it even harder for him to get it back from you. He decided to cling to you like a koala to a tree trunk, making you yelp as he tightened his hands around you, hugging you like a pillow.

You fumbled to get up the next morning and ran to the bathroom to wash up as much as you can. You didn't even have time to put on anything, you put your jeans on and kept his hoodie on.

"I told you, I can take a taxi!" Chan said while you were queueing at the drive-thru to get your morning coffee.

"I promise to drive you to the airport!" You insisted while checking yourself on the visor mirror and sighed as you couldn't do anything to hide the tiredness in your eyes.

When the car stopped at a red light, you took a big sip of your coffee and moaned, "oh my God!"

You took another big sip and moaned again, "I feel like I can fully function now," you exclaimed.

Chan grinned as he watched you drinking your coffee like you were drinking water from the fountain of youth.

"What are you looking at?" You glared at him.

"The light has turned green!" He informed you.

You continued driving while his hand reached to wipe the foam of your coffee formed on your upper lip with his thumb and licked it clean.

You laughed, "ha! you just drank coffee!" You pointed it out at him.

"That barely counts!" He defended himself and turned your head back straight ahead.

You stopped the car right at the drop-off zone and Chan quickly gathered his backpack from the backseat.

"You want me to help you with your luggage?" You offered, unbuckled your safety belt and ready to help.

"It's alright. I can do it myself," he kindly refused then placed his backpack on his lap.

He sighed while looking at you, "I'll see you again!" He said.

He put his hand around you and pulled you into a side hug, "don't do anything reckless!" He warned you.

"Well, you're giving me the ideas just now," you joked while holding rubbing your hand on his back.

He briefly kissed your cheek then pulled away.

"I'm going!" He said, his hand lingering on the handle of the car door.

As he started to get out, you asked, "Is that it?"

Chan turned around and instantly locked eyes with you, without him knowing his heart started to ache.

Suddenly, he didn't want to leave.

He stretched his hands out, spreading them as far as he could inside the car, and said, "come here!"

You went into his hug and held him back, letting him wrap you in his tight, warm embrace just exactly how and why you like his hugs.

Chan gives the best kind of hugs. They're comforting and warm. His hugs cure your sorrows and make your problems float away.

As for Chan, this wasn't the first time he hugged you. He hugged you a lot of times and on multiple occasions but he never took it far more than just friendly gestures.

But this was the first time that the two of you embraced each other like this, your chests pushed closed against each other, your hearts were the closest with mere bones and skin in between.

Somehow he didn’t want to let go of it as he tried to figure out what was this rush of feelings that he'd never let himself feel before.

"Have fun and eat well, okay?" You mumbled with your head buried in his neck and drinking in his musky scent which you are greatly familiar with. You knew the name of his perfume by heart because sometimes you stole a few spritzes of it.

"Okay," he replied while nodding, his chin rested on your shoulder.

"And please, get back safely!" you added, sincerely concerned for him and missing him already.

You stayed like that for another moment and it was you who pulled away first.

"I think that security is about to come here and told me to scram!" Your head gestured to the airport security heading toward your car.

Chan reluctantly let go and gathered his things back even though he wanted to do the opposite. He got out of the car and went to collect his luggage from the trunk, bowed down to see you inside.

"Have a safe flight!" You shouted at him with your hands gripping the steering wheel.

"Be careful!" He said back and waved bye at you. It almost felt as if you were the one leaving him and not the other way around.

3 MONTHS LATER.

"Channie!!!"

Chan could easily spot you between a group of people who were waiting by the airport gate, jumping on your feet while holding a dog-shaped balloon floating above your head.

You followed him to the end of the airport barricade and he saw you running toward him, not even slowing down when you were only a few feet away from him.

He hurriedly dropped his backpack to catch you and did it right on time.

You clung to him like a toddler with your legs wrapped around his waist, didn't care if anyone in the crowded airport watched you.

Chan happened to not care as well and decided to give you a spin, making you squeal in excitement.

He eventually put you down back and sighed.

You looked at him with a sly smile on your face, "It's disappointing that you still look the same," you joked.

"What did you expect? Me coming back and looked like Ryan Reynolds?" He took his backpack from the floor and slung it across his shoulder.

"Exactly!" You replied, handed him the balloon, and took the handle of the luggage from him.

Chan rolled his eyes as his shoulders slumped.

"Now let's go get lunch!" You said, linking your arm with him while dragging his luggage behind you.

"What's with the balloon?" He asked.

"I bought it because the dog has the same eyes as you," you answered.

"Eyes like me?"

"The kind of eyes that ask people to give you pats on the head."

"I don't think I-"

"Save your breath!" You cut him off by lightly elbowing his side, "I parked the car quite far!"

You sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor of Chan's apartment as he opened his luggage and you waited in anticipation with your hands stuck together in front of your chest like you were praying.

Chan shot you glances as he purposely took out things from his suitcase one by one.

"Are you not going to ask me anything about how I was doing there or you know... whom I did there?" He asked, unzipping the compartment of his suitcase.

You dryly laughed at him, "Plausible but I don't think you really did anyone there," you simply said.

Chan scoffed, "I'm quite popular, you know!"

You glared at him and gave him a nonchalant shrug, "I just can tell that you didn't do much but stuck to your laptop making music and whatever else you do on it."

Chan swallowed because you guessed right. He didn't do much but study, went to his classes and went back to his rented apartment, then studied whatever he learned that day at night.

It was on the last few days before leaving he got to travel around the city.

"You went for a summer course but your clothes are all in dark colors," you commented while putting his clothes away and making a stack on the floor next to his suitcase.

"Oh!" You spotted a gift box from the bottom of the suitcase and snatched it.

"Is this it? Is this for me?"

Chan sighed and he was planning on giving it to you in a proper manner but you ruined it all for him.

"Thank you, Channie!" You sweetly smiled at him and opened the box.

You gasped seeing what was inside.

"Oh, you know what I like!" You grinned at him and took the metal bracelet out of it. You put it on your palm and admired how the metal caught the afternoon sun and reflected it in your eyes.

"Put it on me!" You held out your hand and let him put the bracelet on you, clasped it tight around your wrist.

You put your hand a distance away to admire it, "oh, so good!!" You said again with a giddy smile.

"Thank you, Channie!" You grinned but your eyes saw another identical box in his suitcase.

"You bought another one!" You pointed.

Chan fumbled to cover it with his clothes but you were faster and snatched it away, "I thought I'm your only best friend," you made fun of him.

You scooted to the back and were about to open the box when Chan came crashing his body against you, sending you both falling onto the carpeted floor with him pinned you under.

He roughly took the box from you but you didn't want to give it to him easily, you put the box underneath you.

Chan shot you a death glare and didn't hesitate to put his hand under.

You giggled, feeling ticklish with his hand groping around underneath you to get the box back.

"You should have given it to me," he sighed when he finally got the box back from you.

You stopped giggling to catch your breath.

At that moment, Chan realized that he got you pinned underneath him with his body hovering only inches away from you. Your face was right under him that the tip of his nose almost touched yours.

Your eyes found each other and locked in a gaze.

"You know, if this were a movie, we'd make out right now," you told him.

And this was the right opportunity to do that. Chan slowly lowered his mouth to yours until your phone rang from the back pocket of your jeans and broke the intense moment.

You held on to him with your hand on his shoulder and lifted yourself enough to retrieve your phone, you accepted the call.

"Hi, yes," you said to the phone.

Chan quickly got up and threw the gift box back into the suitcase then shut it close.

"Yes, see you there!" You talked to the phone, also getting up from the floor but stayed sitting on it.

Chan did not want to care about it, so he tried to put his attention elsewhere. He decided to put his things away back in his bedroom.

"Hey, I have to go," you informed him, standing against the doorframe of his bedroom.

"You're going somewhere?" He asked, he tried to sound coy about it but he was sure he failed at it but thank God you were oblivious about it.

You giggled, "I have a date!"

"Already?" Again, he failed to keep his cool.

You laughed it off instead of taking it as a rude response from him.

"I'll be back later," you told him and shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your jeans.

"If the date goes terrible," you added before leaving.

Chan felt bad for the way he responded to you earlier, he followed you to the threshold and found you were putting on your shoes.

"Have a good date!" He said and gave you a quick hug.

You rubbed his back and let go, "and you'd better shower," you told him.

Chan was suddenly aware of his appearance and went to smell his top, "oh shit, I smell bad," he admitted.

You went to the door and gave him a flying kiss, "bye Channie!"

He stared at the closed door for a minute after you left and he knew that he always wants the best for you but this once, he hoped your date bailed on you.

He immediately withdrew his wish when he realized how cruel that was.

Chan was working on his laptop when someone entered the passcode to his door. He glanced at his laptop screen and saw it was almost midnight and he wondered if the universe somehow granted his wish?

He swiveled his chair toward the direction of the door and a minute later, you came through the door. You wore a nice dress with frills on the sleeves.

"The date went bad?" He guessed because what else reason got you here in the middle of the night.

You collapsed onto his bed, kicked your shoes off, and got comfortable by resting your head on the pillow.

"The date went great," you answered.

It seemed like Chan guessed too hastily and he was unable to respond to it.

"That's... nice!" He awkwardly commented.

But he was still curious as to why you came here, "then why are you here?"

You turned and lay on your side to face him, "because you haven't told me anything about your summer," you said.

You propped a hand against the pillow to support your head, "tell me all the fun things you did there," you said with a genuine, curious smile.

"And if you did do someone there. Was she cute?" You teased with a low laugh.

Chan laughed along and crossed his arms in front of him, "where do I start?" He asked.

"Started from the rented apartment you lived in!" You gave him an idea.

Chan started telling you about anything that crossed his mind about his experience there, during the three months of his summer spent studying music and living abroad.

When he got to the part where he talked about a friend he met there, he saw you were falling asleep on his bed. Your hand was under your head, your body curled up like a napping cat, your legs stacked against each other with your toes curled once in a while.

He found you the most beautiful when you were sleeping like this, at how you were unaware of it.

Chan continued his story about a friend he made there but lowered his voice to not wake you up.

"So this friend I made, Lee, he kept saying I looked heartbroken," Chan explained, then licked his lips.

"I asked him why? And he said I looked like I broke up with my girlfriend right before I left," he chuckled at himself.

He rolled his chair to get closer and watched you sleeping, your chest rising and falling as you breathe.

"It's funny to me because he barely knew me for a week yet he can tell how I feel," he explained, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees with his clasped hands propped on his chin.

"All these times I thought I like you, that's why we're friends," his hand reached for a strand of hair that covered your face and put it behind your ear.

He softly caressed your cheek with his knuckles, "but the truth is I like you so much, I choose to stay friends with you than lose you," he confessed and he thought he would feel relieved after.

His heart got heavier with the truth that he loves you and he has been for a long time. He was stupid and let it camouflage into what he knew as the platonic love he has for a friend.

That day when the two of you embraced and he didn't want to let go, it hits him that it was more than just that.

That wasn't something you both did that made him realize what you were doing wasn't as friends.

He loves you.

He loves you but he didn't want to risk his years of friendship with you.

He took your hand and intertwined it with you, feeling conflicted. Maybe it would be better if he stayed oblivious about his feelings.

He then let go of your hand and put it back down on the bed next to your head.

"Bought you lunch!" You announced as you placed a bag of food in front of him.

It was your second time visiting his studio. Chan never said you're not allowed to come but you knew he doesn't like being interrupted at work.

"We can go to the lounge and eat it together!" He said, getting up from his chair.

"Oh, no no no!" You quickly pushed him back down on his chair, "that's for you!"

You leaned against the table, "I already had lunch," you told him.

You looked around the place while he looked at you, it was unusual for you to come to his studio and not do anything.

He noticed you dressed so nicely, in a skirt and white blouse, he looked down and you were in your heeled boots.

"You dressed nicely to eat a burger!" He poked fun.

You chuckled, "I had my second date just now," you informed and crossed your hands together in front of you.

Chan's heart skipped a beat, so the date was indeed going pretty well.

"You had a lunch date?" He guessed.

You nodded with a sheepish smile.

Yes, you told him almost everything but he wanted you to tell him without him forcing it out of you.

"That's why I'm here," you said while rubbing your arms, shivering from the air conditioner that blasted out cool air into the room.

Chan took his jacket that hung from his chair and gave it to you, "why do you mean by that?" He asked in the most casual way.

You took the jacket from him and put it on, "your friend didn't tell you?"

"My friend?"

You slipped your hand into the jacket sleeve, "yeah, I'm going out with your friend," you said.

"Friend?" He asked again like a broken robot that could only speak with limited vocabulary.

"Yes, your friend,"

"Which friend?"

"The one you're working with,"

Chan on the verge of his patience, "can you just tell me his name?" He asked out of frustration.

"Jeez! It's Changbin!" You also answered in a rather impatient tone.

There was a few seconds of silence hung in the air.

"Oh?" Chan muttered. First, he didn't expect you to be dating anyone after going through so many breakups in the past few months, and secondly, he didn't expect you to be going out with his friend.

"Changbin," he repeated, he tried to come up with anything to say to that but couldn't find any. He was in the first stage was denial.

"He Uhm... so that means this was your second date with him?" He stammered, carefully choosing his words to avoid sounding like he was invested in your relationship.

"Yes," you shortly replied.

"You should have told me about it about it!" Chan didn't mean to snap like that but he just went from denial to anger real quick.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry that I just told you now," you apologized with a scoff of disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"You know what Chan, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have come and interrupted you," you took off his jacket and gave it back to him.

"Enjoy your lunch!" You said while adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

The sound of the door closing echoed in his head and he wondered why he only made it even more obvious that he has feelings for you.

He felt stupid. He felt like punching himself in the face for being stupid.

A few days passed without him seeing you. He was busy or he made it seem like he was too busy to even text you. Meanwhile, deep inside, he was missing you. He missed you like he lost a limb from his body. Your presence in his life has drastically changed to a new extent.

He got tempted to know how you were doing through Changbin but when he thought about it again. Why he should be hesitating to give you a call? He believed you still think of him as a good friend even after that little mishap.

He got out of the studio and went to the balcony, he didn't give his brain to think but called your number without thinking.

You picked up on the third ring like you always do.

"Channie," you croaked into the phone even though it was him who called you.

"I'm sick," you whined into the phone.

Chan softened in a second and got worried at the same time. He knew you were sick because you'd be all clingy to him, you didn't have anyone to take care of you so he understood why you acted like that. He was the only one you can count on.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He scolded you through the phone, concerned.

"I know you're busy," you whined again.

"I'll come to your place after work, okay?"

"Okay," you answered.

Chan bought anything from food to medicines to your favorite jelly candies which he sure would brighten up your day in an instant. He entered the passcode to your place afraid that you were resting and let himself in.

He got greeted by you coming up to him and crashing your body at him, he was lucky he was strong enough to not fall back.

"You're hot," he said.

"How come you've just realized now?" You asked while pulling away from the hug.

Chan shyly smiled, "I mean, your body is hot," he tried again.

"Yes, my friends told me I have nice tits," you teased him more even though you knew he meant it literally, not figuratively.

Chan rolled his eyes and glared at you.

You laughed as you took the bag of food from him, "I took some medicine but the fever still won't go down," you sulked.

He made you sit on the sofa and have your temperature checked with a thermometer, "first, you have to eat then take more medicine after," he suggested.

You gave him a salute, "yes sir!"

You had dinner together on the sofa together, you ate a bowl of porridge while he ate something very delicious, a rice bowl with sliced beef.

It looked appetizing compared to your chicken porridge, "Can I at least have a bite?" You asked with mouth parted mouth, practically salivating over his food.

"You can't!" He refused.

You frowned.

Chan stuck his tongue out at you.

You made a gesture of pretending to stab him with your plastic spoon, annoyed.

Chan relented and picked up a slice of beef, then fed it to you.

The sauce got to your upper lip and he hurriedly wiped it with a napkin. He cleaned it up while you were foolishly grinning at him.

"You can't get rid of me!" You said to him.

Chan softly chuckled and picked up his chopsticks back.

"You love me so much, huh?" you confidently said as you stirred your porridge.

The words caught him and made him freeze in his seat. Did he get caught? Should he confess? Was this the right time?

"I know I've been such an ass," you said with regrets.

Chan's heart raced inside his chest. He was supposed to have come up with a decision whether to deflect it or own the truth.

You took his hand and gently squeezed it.

He should have come up with the decision right at that moment.

"But I want you to know that I'm grateful to have a friend like you," you finished with a sweet smile.

Chan's eyes might have faltered a little when you stared into their eyes but it seemed like you didn't notice. His heart sank and maybe it was right for him to keep oblivious about it, playing it cool, acting like a fool.

"I'm grateful that we're friends," he swallowed the bitter truth down his throat, hoping it wouldn't pain him.

You got drowsy a few minutes into the movie you decided to watch together and rested your head on Chan's shoulder and he thought it must have been the medicine you took.

He carried you to bed but once you laid down, your eyes snapped open.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"Yeah," he pulled a duvet over your body.

You stretched your hands out and patted the space next to you on the bed, "Come, lay with me," you said to him.

"You should be resting," he said.

"Just get in here, please?" You pleaded and pulled him until he crashed onto the bed.

You both lying facing up the ceiling with your hands next to each other, it was so quiet except for the sounds of your breathing and rustles of the sheet underneath you.

"Were you mad because I'm going out with your friend?" You asked, your head slightly turned to the side at him.

"I'm not," he vehemently denied.

"I mean why should I? You're free to date anyone you want," Chan further explained.

You placed your hand on top of his and he went on to grab the end of your fingers in his.

"You must think I'm so pathetic," you remarked.

"Well, yeah, just a little," Chan responded with a series of chuckles.

You pinched the skin of his forearm that he yelped in pain until you let go of it.

"I'm getting tired, Chan," you spoke with your head looking up at the ceiling.

"And perhaps by keeping on dating, I'll find that one person for me," you explained.

Chan turns up his hand so you can slip your fingers into his hand.

"You'll find the one soon," Chan assured you and you couldn't tell if he lied to try to comfort you or convinced you, either way, you knew he did that with good intention.

You let out a long breath and gasped, "ah, I'm not that afraid of being single forever."

Chan chuckled at the sudden turn, "why is that so?"

You turned your head and waited for him to meet your gaze to give him the answer, "Because I have you."

Chan didn't realize he squeezed your hand so tight as long as he held your gaze. His heart hurt from keeping all these feelings by himself, he wanted to share, to tell, to let you know.

He wanted to shout out loud, I am in love with you.

But he could only scream it inside his head until he got dizzy, almost frustrated.

You nuzzled your head into his neck and closed your eyes, "can you leave after I fall asleep?"

"Okay," he answered and back to looking up at the ceiling.

"You're welcome to stay too," you slurred, getting drowsy while scooting your body closer to him.

You placed a hand on his chest and hummed.

"Channie..." you called.

"Yeah?"

"Your heart is beating so fast," you told him.

Chan felt caught that he got speechless, you probably noticed that his body went rigid next to you.

You softly chuckled, "did my words make your heart flutter?" You teased.

"To be honest, I thought you were going to propose to me," it surprised him that he was still able to make a joke.

You didn't reply but laughed with your body shaking along with it.

If summer has a soundtrack, he believes it would be the sound of your laugh.

"Catch!"

Chan was quick to catch the car keys you threw at him in a cool reflexive move. He went to the other side of the car and unlocked it.

You agreed on going to Changbin's birthday party together since both of you were invited anyway and he also knew the two of you are friends.

Chan turned on the engine and since you were too busy fixing your hair, he put your seat belt on for you.

You giggled at him instead of thanking him.

"You smell nice!" He exclaimed.

You leaned in at him and tipped your head to the side, "I got a new perfume," you answered with a giddy answer.

Chan leaned in and took a whiff close enough to your neck, "yeah, nice," he said.

You swallowed. You didn't think that Chan would smell you so close that the tip of his nose grazed your neck.

Things were slightly changing.

Chan was uncomfortable about something and you were certain it was because of your habit of dating a different guy every week. That made sense since not all men are nice and have good intentions toward you, Chan was merely concerned for you.

The change didn't start from there though.

You noticed that the change was so subtle and it happened when he came back from his summer abroad.

Maybe something happened or perhaps, he met someone. Either way, you could only hope the change is a good one.

Chan went on his way once you arrived at Changbin's party, leaving you alone with him while he went around to talk to other people.

There was nothing wrong with Changbin, he's wonderful and easy-going and despite his muscular figure, he's a very bubbly person.

To be honest, the best date you ever had so far.

Chan came up to you during the party, he spoke to you but the music was too loud.

"I can't hear you," you told him, raising your voice a little louder.

"I'm going-"

"I still can't hear you!" You gestured to your ear.

Chan put his arm around you and pushed his mouth close to your ear, "I have to go," he said.

You jerked your head away, "why?"

"I have to finish something in the studio," he vaguely answered without explaining.

"It's not even midnight yet," you grumbled while tugging at the sleeve of his black shirt.

"And what if I'm drunk?" You added with a pout.

He laughed then squeezed your shoulder, "you have Changbin," he simply answered.

"He's a nice guy and I think you already knew that."

You agreed that Changbin is a nice guy and he wouldn't try to do anything bad to you, he's Chan's friend after all.

"I'm going with you! Let's leave together!" You suggested and went to collect your purse but Chan grabbed your hand to stop you.

He pulled you into a hug, "don't be silly," he said to you.

"I'm going and you'll have fun with Changbin," he tightened the hug for a brief second before letting go.

You gripped his elbow and still pouting at him, "call me when you get home?"

"You should be the one doing that," he said back to you.

After Chan left, it hits you that you didn't know anyone here but Changbin. He came and chatted with you a few times during the party, but since he was the host, he got swayed here and there by the guest.

It didn't take long for you to feel left out, alone in a crowded room.

You grabbed your purse and came up to Changbin on the way, "Happy birthday once again!" You sweetly said to him.

"Thanks!" He muttered.

He saw you were carrying your purse, ready to leave.

"You're leaving?"

"Yeah, it's already late," you said with your hand on your neck.

He put his drink down on the table, "If you wait for a few minutes, I can drive you home," he offered.

You held your hands up at him, "oh no, it's okay. You're the birthday boy, you should be staying," you kindly refused.

"I'm still good to drive myself," You answered with a grimace, a bit embarrassed of yourself for leaving and refusing his offer altogether.

Changbin nodded, understood that maybe you felt out of place without Chan.

"You're going to call me again, right?" He asked with a shy smile.

You stifled a laugh, wondering if you made it obvious that you weren't that interested in him.

"Yeah," you awkwardly answered.

Changbin touched his ear, "why do I feel like you wouldn't?"

Your smile faded a little and licked your lips, thinking of words to say without offending him.

"You're really nice," you said while fumbling with the strap of your purse out of nerves.

"I had so much fun with you, it's just that... I don't...." you sighed and nervously smiled at him, afraid that you worded it wrong.

Changbin burst out laughing, "it's alright, no need to explain further!" He said.

You felt bad because it seemed like you rejected him on the spot, "I'm sorry. I'm really..." you heavily sighed.

"Can I hug you?" You asked because words are never really your forte and maybe by hugging it out, he'll understand that you want to end it on a nice note.

Changbin smiled, he didn't say anything but spread his arms out.

You went to hug him, he was warm and comfortable. You couldn't explain it but his hugs were very much different from Chan's.

"Happy birthday," you said for one last time as you pulled away.

"Let's hang out together with Chan next time!" He replied, holding your hand.

"Can't wait!" You gleefully replied.

You didn't call Chan once you got home, you decided to text him instead.

Before you went to sleep that night, you got haunted by the irrational fear that Chan will leave you. You heard it so many times that every type of relationship will eventually grow apart, and you are scared that maybe this was it.

We can't help the flow of time, the present becomes the past as we speak and the future is inevitable. People grow and outgrow things, they gain and lost things in the process. Everything that you knew and personally experienced only proved that you can't stay in someone's life forever.

You got sad thinking of not having each other in your lives, you couldn't say the same for Chan, but you could imagine how miserable you would be without him.

You tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep.

Your sighs filled the quiet of your bedroom.

How can you sleep when you knew that someone else would never fit the hole he would leave in your chest if he left?

"You really made me come here, huh?" Chan scolded you the moment you opened the door for him.

He was carrying bags of what appeared to be food and snacks, you helped him carry them to the living room.

"Did you forget that I'm supposed to be the one who's busy and can't come to hang out with you?" He scolded you again.

You understood why he was upset like that. This was the longest you went without contacting each other, you were very busy you barely send him a casual text and also, you were the slightest bit worried he was mad at you about something but didn't tell you about it.

But since he came to your apartment on a Friday night with bags of food and drinks, you blamed yourself for overanalyzing things.

"I'm sorry. I've been busy as well, you know?" You defended yourself.

He glared at you then softened in a second, and put his arms around you to give you a quick hug.

"How are you? How have you been doing?" He asked as he pulled away but his hands lingered on your shoulders.

"I'm good," you shortly replied.

"How are you?"

"I'm grand!" He responded with that cheeky grin of him that made his dimples appear, "I feel like winning!" He added.

You raised an eyebrow at him, caught up with his intention. This was always your thing, hanging out together at home and playing board games.

After changing the games a few times and most of the snacks were already eaten, you settled on the UNO card.

"You didn't tell me you stopped seeing Changbin," Chan casually said as he flicked a card to the pile in the center, "I thought you like him."

You carefully picked your card and chose the one that felt right, "I do like him," you said.

You sighed after throwing the card onto the table, "it's just that... I don't think he's the one," you explained.

"In fact, I don't think I'll ever find the one," you mumbled with a sigh.

Chan looked at you with the cards that fanned in front of him covering the lower half of his face but you could see that sly smirk, "you're so stupid," he said.

"Huh?"

"You can't even see what's right in front of you," he said cryptically.

You were slumped and leaning on the table, but his words made you alert that you sat up straight. Your eyes shot to your cards then onto the pile on the table, thinking if you've just made a wrong move without you knowing.

"Eh?" Your eyes widened in panic.

Chan laughed, he could feel his victory by how easily he could mess with your head and make you lose your cool.

Chan threw a card onto the pile, not just any card but the annoying wild card 4 card.

You groaned at the sight of it.

"Pick up four!" He teased you like you wouldn't get the meaning behind the card.

Your hand went to the other pile of cards to draw four cards.

"Gosh, you really are stupid!" He said again.

"What?" You snapped, frustrated.

Chan showed his last card between his fingers but it was late for you to do it because he shouted it out loud a second earlier than you, "UNO!"

"FUCK! DAMN IT!" you cursed out loud, you lost for the third time that night but ultimately, hated seeing him getting the satisfaction of beating you.

"Come here!" He gestured for you to come close.

You reluctantly leaned forward and prepared yourself to get punishment from him, a finger flick on the forehead and you agreed on the loser getting three finger flicks.

"Channie," you sweetly called, hoping that you would gain his sympathy.

"Channie, I'd treat you to nice meals tomorrow," you said, "but I can't go out if I have a bump on my forehead, right?" You tried to persuade him.

Chan ignored your plead and flexed his fingers instead, he fisted his hand then splayed it. He practiced on his wrist before doing it on you.

"I'll be gentle, I swear," he promised but you knew he didn't mean it.

The first finger flick was alright, it stings a little but you could handle the pain. You sensed that he did it on purpose so you would lower your guard.

"See? I'm not lying," he told you with a sly grin.

"Yeah, whatever," you said and closed your eyes, bracing yourself to receive another finger flick.

He probably slipped or was unprepared because the flick was weak, almost like a hard tap on your forehead.

"What was that?" You asked while laughing but regretted it since it would only provoke him more. Then again, you couldn't pass the chance to make fun of him.

"I admit that wasn't my best," he said but he said it with a mischievous smirk.

Your laughs died down in a second, "you promise to be gentle," you reminded.

"I know, I know," he assured you.

But you had a bad feeling about it.

Chan put your hair away and tucked them behind your ears, with his fingers between your chin, he tilted your head to angle it upward.

"This is the last one," he told you, but it came out like a death threat to you.

You screwed your eyes shut and balled your hands into fists on your lap, you could feel that this one was going to hurt.

And it was indeed really hurt, you didn't want to exaggerate it but from the sound of it, he might have made a crack on your skull.

It was so painful it got you quiet, numb.

"Oh!" Chan beamed in surprise.

"Are you okay?" He searched for your face but you kept looking down at the table.

Chan got slightly panicked because you didn't say a single word after the last flick.

"I fucking hate you!" You shouted, you climbed the table and threw yourself at him, sending both of you crashing down the carpeted floor.

You straddled him on the floor and put your hands around his neck, lightly strangled him.

"I will fucking kill you!" You taunted him.

But all he did was laugh, laughing so hard his body was shaking underneath you.

"Stop laughing!" You ordered.

Chan tried to stop laughing but burst into another series of laughs.

"I will kill you for real!" You threatened and slightly tightened your hands around his neck.

"Go ahead!" He said, throwing his hands up above his head.

"Any last word?"

"Yeah, there's a bump on your forehead," he made fun of you again.

You pouted and let go of your hands around his neck, "You're so annoying!"

Chan grabbed your hands before you could get up from the floor, the movie was so sudden and swift, the next thing you knew you were pinned underneath him.

"Haven't you had enough of making fun of me?" You nagged at him while looking up at him.

Chan was quiet but his eyes were secretly staring deep into your eyes like he could take a peek at his future in them.

There was something in the way he looked at you, you never realized it until then, he got this intensity in his eyes and suddenly, you got drowned in his eyes too.

Chan slowly brought his face close to you and ever so softly, placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

You always thought it would feel wrong to kiss a friend but this, this felt so right, fated. This felt like it should have been done a long time ago.

Chan pulled away and slowly opened his eyes, he looked at you, observing your reaction to the kiss.

You put your hands on his neck and slowly brought his head close to you, initiating another kiss with him.

His full lips felt soft and warm, and you opened your mouth because you wanted more of it.

It didn't take long for your bodies to lay close, lips locked, limbs tangled with each other on the floor.

You sighed when he bit your lower lip and drew his body close like he wasn't overlapping your body already.

Your hand slipped under his shirt and touched his smooth skin against the firm of his back muscles, clawing at it when he touches you right.

He put his hand under your cropped white t-shirt where he could easily meet your bra and cupped your breasts through the lacey fabric.

Chan was about to press another kiss on your lips when you put a hand over his mouth.

"Can we continue this on the bed?" You asked him, moving your hand to his jaw with your thumb rubbed over his lips.

"You know about my back pain," you playfully added with a low laugh.

"Okay, granny," he poked fun.

He got up first and offered his hand to help you, and pulled you in the direction of your bedroom. Once you got there, he pulled you close and kissed you again, kissed you so hard you almost lose your balance.

You took off each other's pieces of clothing in turns. You took off his shirt, he took off your t-shirt, then his jeans for your denim shorts, your bra, and underwear for his designer brand underwear.

Your eyes widened at the size of his member and it wasn't fully erect yet.

As someone with fully functioning reproductive organs, being friends with him for years and never for once you glanced at the apparent bulge he made whenever he's in his jeans would be a big lie.

You did it a few times and you could guess how big it would be, but as you looked down it, you were wrong about the size and you shouldn't have tried guessing in the first place.

"I'm on birth control," you informed him just to get the question out of the way.

"Is it okay for me to do it without protection?" He asked, even in the most intense situation like this he would always be Chan.

You took a step closer to him and put your hands around him, "yes," you replied.

It surprised you how calm you both were about this. You were friends hardly an hour ago and then you found yourselves on the bed naked.

And his mouth was on you, kissing you down your chest. He didn't hesitate to take your breasts in his mouth, sucking on the flesh and using his tongue to play with your nipples.

A moan escaped your lips.

Chan let go of your breast with a popping sound.

He gasped and licked his lips, "your friends are right," he said, his index finger circling your nipple wet with his saliva, "you do have nice tits."

His words made you giggle and aroused at the same time, fuck, no one ever made you feel this way before.

Chan continued his trail of kisses down south to where your cunt gushing, drenching, pulsating with desire.

Chan glanced up at you with his mouth only an inch away from where you wanted him the most, it felt as if he was trying to get your attention and make you watch what he'll do next.

You let out a loud, satisfying moan when his mouth landed on your cunt. As much as you wanted to keep going, the need to be filled by him became unbearable.

"Channie," you breathlessly called.

"Mmh?"

"I think the finger flicks are enough foreplay," you playfully said with a sly smile at him.

He brushed his lips over your so smoothly, "I never heard of a finger flick kink before," he said.

He kissed you again before sitting on the bed, he wrapped his hand around his length and began slowly pumping, his thumb smearing the precum leaking from the tip.

Tempted, you sat up facing him on the bed, running your hand down his chest and replacing his hand with yours.

You let out a low whimper seeing your hand wrapped around his cock and feeling how hard and swollen he was, gave you a hint of how he would feel inside you.

Your body reacted on its own as you arch your back and spread your legs open wider for him, "maybe I do need the foreplay," you sighed with your hand kept going up and down his length.

Chan put his hands on your knees and slid them down your shin, stopped at your ankles then wrap your legs around his waist.

"Too big for you?" He confidently asked, not out of pride nor cockiness. He was seriously asking you.

You slowly trailed your fingers on the underside of his cock, "Yeah," you sheepishly answered.

He gripped your waist and moved them up to your ribcage, squeezing you there.

He leaned in close and stopped just an inch from your face, "I'll be gentle," he said with a low laugh.

You scoffed at him, "yeah, right," you sneered because he promised you the same thing earlier but did exactly the opposite. Except that this time, you didn't mind if he does either way.

He grinned and kissed you, kissed you down until your head was back on the pillow.

With another trip of his hand down your body and teasing your clit to make you even drenched, Chan slowly pushed in.

The moans that spilled out of you were loud enough to fill the room, you gritted your teeth together but your whimpers were still heard.

Chan kept true to his words, pushing in so slowly and carefully, he splayed his hand on your abdomen as he kept going in little by little.

"You're doing so good," he cooed at you and kissed you once in a while.

"You're so little but taking me so well," he murmured, placed his hand on your sternum, and felt your skin there.

One last push and Chan fully buried inside you, he was overwhelmed by how tight you were, how you kept on clenching around him just from the smallest of movement he made on you.

You pulled your knees up, sending him even deeper inside you, earning a loud moan from him this time.

"Fuck..." he let out a muffled curse.

"You feel so good," he said against your lips.

You hummed in agreement but with your head clouded with heaven's delight.

Chan started slow, drawing his cock out, and slowly pushed back in, repeatedly until you adjusted to him.

He set a steady pace after, thrusting slow and deep, the intensity of his thrust made you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

You couldn't stop moaning that it was getting embarrassing, you took his hand and brought it close to your mouth, you sucked on his thumb while you looked at him, fully concentrating on making you feel good.

Your breasts looked so enticing, moving with every thrust that he couldn't help but taste them without stopping the motion of his hips.

Then you sucked on his thumb harder with your hands holding his wrist, "Channie..." you breathlessly called.

You opened your mouth, revealing his thumbs nestled on the pad of your tongue, slick with your saliva.

"You're close, mmh?" He perfectly guessed your need.

You nodded and pulled his thumb out of your mouth, a string of saliva connected your lips with it.

He slowed the pace and used his glistening wet thumb to circle your clit, the way he was so calm and collected doing it making you squirm underneath him.

You threw your head back, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled and his thumb incessantly playing with your bundle of nerves.

Chan picked up the pace once more, harder and faster with one hand propped next to your head as support.

Profanities spilling out of both of your mouths, incoherent and slurred, lost in the pleasure you brought on each other's to care about it.

You clawed on his back and stared into his eyes, mouth open with stifled moans.

"Channie..."

He kissed your open mouth and picked up more speed, restlessly thrusting into you that the bed rocked along to the movement of his body against you.

A broken moan came out of you as you climaxed, your body shaking with a surge of electrifying pleasure surging through your body.

Chan thrust a few times more and abruptly pulled out of you.

You groaned at the sudden emptiness inside you, you lifted your body just enough with your elbows propped on the bed, "put it back in!" You ordered.

Chan pumped his red and swollen cock to keep the stimulation, but it seemed like his brain was too foggy to follow through with your words.

You put your hand around his cock and aligned it in with your entrance, slowly easing yourself down on him. You went to straddle him while he sat on the bed.

Chan whimpered, "oh, fu- I'm going to cum," he said in a panicked voice.

"Then cum inside me," you ordered, you began moving and purposely clenching around him to help him earn his high.

You put your mouth next to his ear, "cum inside me, Channie," you ordered again, letting him know he got your permission.

He grabbed your jaw and angled your head to meet his, then kissed you hard, sloppily.

"You're so close, huh?" You asked into his open mouth, you could feel his cock engorged inside you and ready to shoot his load.

He nodded, unable to provide a verbal answer.

"Channie..." you cooed at him.

He stared with eyes half shut and heavy with lust, he hummed to answer your call.

"You feel so, so good inside me," you enunciated every word so slowly and emphasized it at the same time.

He wrapped you with his arms and buried his head on your chest when he let out a loud, raw groan when he finally cum, sounded almost animalistic.

You slowly grind to ride out his high and held him back, slipping your hands into his hair that gradually turned into its natural curls.

He placed kisses up to your neck until his lips met yours in an enrapturing kiss.

You were still seated on his lap and straddled him, you didn't know why but you felt the most comfortable being this close to him, especially when he was still deep inside you.

He groaned as he was catching his breath, "did you clench around me just now?"

You shamelessly nodded at him then kissed him to shift his attention elsewhere.

He returned the kiss while lowering both of you down the bed and hovering above you. Chan slowly pulled out while you kept your legs open to let him see how much he ruined you.

You sucked on your thumb as you watched the facial expression he made he was completely stunned at the sight of your cunt soaked with his cum dripping out of you.

When he finally composed himself, he lay next to you and it was the countless time he did that but that night was an exception, apart from the fact you were naked and just fucked each other's brains out.

"Fuck!" He cursed while still panting.

"Fuck indeed!" You said back while glancing at him, caught up with the truth that you just fucked each other.

You lay on your side and placed a hand on his chest, in which he put his hand on top of it.

"You're so stupid!" He said.

You laughed, "why?"

"I've been here the whole time, right in front of you," he told you, sulking adorably like he always does. You understood what he really meant with what he was saying, you dated around in search of the one and didn't realize he had been there, the one that you were looking for.

"You're so, so stupid," he said again.

You overlapped half of his body with yours then stacked your hands on top of each other on his chest to prop your chin, "that's because you're standing too close!" You replied.

He brushed your hair to the back, putting them away from covering your face.

"And all these muscles are so distracting!" You added, trailing the outline of his magnificent chest muscles with your fingers.

He grinned, highly amused by your answers.

Your hand went lower than you intended to and eventually met his cock, to your surprise was once again erected.

"How come you're still hard?" You asked.

"I Uhm...I-" he stammered then stop explaining and shrugged instead.

You hastily kissed him and got on top of him, slyly smiling at him while doing it.

You didn't hesitate to lower yourself on his length again and didn't have any problem taking all of him, you delightfully sighed as he filled you fully once again.

You didn't care that you made it obvious you never had this much pleasure from having sex before.

"Should have done this years ago," you sighed at him.

You rolled your hips a few times to feel him inside you, filling your whole and complete.

"Mmh... yes," you breathlessly muttered, you would never get enough of this sensation.

You began moving, easing yourself up and down his cock while he watched you with the undisrupted view of his cock going in and out of you.

Chan put his hands on each side of your waist, keeping you steady with his nails gently dug into your flesh.

It didn't take long for you to heat up, the familiar knot inside you tightening once again.

He slid one of his hands and lay it flat on your abdomen, "You know how to make me feel good," he cooed at you.

You took his hand and clasped it with yours, holding on to him as you got closer and closer to the edge.

Chan noticed that you were getting tired, he pulled your body until you were hovering above him, "I want to cum inside you again," he murmured to you.

"Okay," you responded along with a hasty kiss on his parted mouth.

He put his hands around you, one hand trailing the beautiful arch of your back until his hand landed on your backside, caressing and pinching on the flesh.

He captured your mouth and hungrily kisses you, without warning started thrusting from under you. His big hands held your body steady to each one of his hard thrusts.

"How do you fuck so good?" You asked him between your moans.

Chan cracked a laugh, "that's the only thing I know how to do," he answered with a cocky grin.

"Ugh, I hate that I can't hate you," you said in frustration and put your forehead on his, putting all of your hair to the side to not cover his face.

Chan suddenly quickened the pace, causing you to gasp and jolt forward on top of him.

"Hold on to me," he ordered.

You fisted the sheet underneath you and grabbed it hard, holding on like he instructed you to.

Chan continuously groaned while you softly moaned with your mouth on his shoulder, he could feel you were getting close.

"Hold on a little bit more," he told you.

You bit the flesh on his shoulder because the pleasure was getting unbearable.

"I want to cum together with you," he tightened his hold around you, then placed a slobbering kiss on your neck.

You didn't know how Chan didn't get tired already, his hips practically drilling into you and it didn't seem to slow down, those muscles really doing God's work.

You searched for his mouth with your eyes screwed shut, when your lips met, you melted into a kiss.

Chan abruptly broke the kiss, "let go! Now!"

You hesitated, afraid you might burst all at once. You slowly let go and let the knot inside you tighten until it snapped.

Meanwhile, Chan pushed his cock as deep as possible as he released his seed inside you, one hand pressed the arch of your back to keep your body close to him.

It felt like something just set your body on fire, alight and burning bright.

The sweat that coated your bodies didn't help in cooling them down.

"You're so good," Chan muttered with his hot mouth close to your ear.

Your brain shut down, your body drained and your mouth dry from the constant moans spilling out of you.

He gave you a moment to relish everything, slowly pulling out of you. You would love to see him watching your cunt once again soaked in his cum but you barely could open your eyes anymore.

You were lying face down with the duvet covering the lower half of your body, your beautiful back and that beautiful spine welcomed him back from the bathroom.

He climbed back onto the bed and didn't waste time cuddling you, slipping his hand and putting it around you.

"Are you sleeping?" He softly asked.

"No," you mumbled.

He placed kisses on the skin of your back shoulder, brushing his lips on it then sighed, "I don't want to be your friend anymore," he said all of a sudden.

You chuckled, "you think I'd like to stay friends with you after all that?"

That made him chuckle as well.

He put your hair away to place a tender kiss on your neck, "I think I've been falling in love with you for some time," he admitted.

"I just figured it out when I left this summer. My heart aches so much, and I thought that that was just homesickness," he elaborated.

You turned around on the bed to face him and took his arm out so you could rest your head on it, "then what was it? My undeniable charm?" You joked.

He grimaced in disgust.

You pinched the skin on his ribcage but of course, he got muscles there too, you could only pinch as much.

He put his hand on your back and the other under the duvet, pinching on the flesh of your thigh.

"I was actually in love," he continued.

You looked up at him, your finger touching his chin and the faint facial hair growing there.

"I'm in love with you," he muttered, his eyes tender and fragile, it was like he has nothing to lose anymore.

Weird that it felt as if you've heard him saying it to you before, while in fact, it was the first time he confessed to you.

When you thought about it again, he already did all of these times with the way he treated you, the way he made you feel, comforted you, and make you feel safe and protected.

He loves through his actions.

But people oftentimes hide behind the "actions speak louder than words" and that makes them okay with love left unsaid.

No one is a mind reader. If someone really loves you, they want you to verbalize how you feel.

This is real life, not a chess game.

"I'm in love with you too," you said back.

"I honestly don't know for how long but I know it's been there," you sincerely admitted.

Chan sighed in contentment and kissed your forehead endearingly.

"As of now, we stopped being just friends," he declared.

"What are we now?" You asked, nestling your head in the crook of his neck.

"We are more than just friends. We're lovers, soulmates, family, enemies, game partners, be everything to each other," he explained with a rather exciting tone like he had been waiting for you to ask him that.

That was always what he wanted. He wanted more than just friends. He wanted to be able to be anything you want, to be someone you can rely on in any situation, to be a place you can share your happiness or sadness with.

He wanted to be everything to you.

"I love that!" You agreed to his idea of being everything to each other.

"Yeah?"

You nodded.

"Everything," he softly said.

"Everything!" You repeated, then a kiss on the lips to seal the deal.

"Yes I'm aware that this is supposed to be a girls' night out," you quickly explained to your friends when they saw you coming with Chan.

"No, actually we don't mind you bringing a friend," one of your friends said.

You stole a sip of her drink, "but he's not my friend," you said.

Chan put his arm around you and handed you your drink, "drink responsibly!" He warned before letting you take the drink.

You kissed him on the lips, "noted!"

Eyebrows raised, eyes widened, and you could feel their eyes on you.

"I want to re-introduce him to all of you," you winced from the bitter aftertaste of the alcohol, "this is my boyfriend," you announced.

"Oh?"

There was a mix of reactions, a mix of surprise and the "I've seen that coming" look on their faces.

"What happened to 'you can be friends with anyone with dicks and not hop on them'?" Your friend teased you.

"He's an exception," you shortly replied, sipping your own drink.

Chan glanced at you, interested in your answer.

"Why's that?"

"He has an excellent dick. I can't resist it," you shamelessly answered.

All of your friends laughed at how blunt your answer was while Chan got flustered that he hid behind you.

"Like I've never had such an excellent dick, from the length, the girth, the col-"

Chan covered your mouth with his hand to stop you from talking further.

"I am terribly sorry," he apologized to all of your friends, "excuse us for a minute!"

"Take as much time as you want!" They shouted at you while giggling.

Chan dragged you to one corner of the club and let his hand go from covering your mouth.

"In my defense, I was stating facts and facts only!" You immediately blabbered once he put his hand away from you.

He pinned you against the wall and glared down at you, "Is that why am I the exception?"

You laughed because he was more concerned about the reason why you were dating him rather than the fact you just spoiled your friends with details on his most private parts.

"No! Because I love you too, of course!" You assured him.

"That and your excellent dick," you said again and put your hands on his chest.

"In that order?"

There was a beat and he saw how you took your time to answer his question.

"Love is the most dominant but your dick is on top of the list,” you explained.

You decided to tease him more because of how adorable he would react to it. You saw the other bracelet that he bought as a couple items with you.

"But yeah, exactly in that order. Your excellent dick and because I love you," you suppressed your laughs.

Chan stayed quiet then nodded, repeatedly.

"I'll accept that," he unexpectedly answered.

You lowered your hands until they met the waistband of his jeans, "can I possibly have that excellent dick now?"

It amused you how easily you could make him blush and flustered. His ears got red and he had that shy grin on his face, cute and hot at the same time, a lethal combination.

"Like right here, right now?" He stuttered.

"I thought we agreed to be everything for each other?" You tugged your fingers inside the waistband of his jeans.

"So?" He innocently asked.

"I want you to be an obedient boyfriend and let me fuck you someplace quiet," you said all that without stuttering and a piercing gaze that didn't waver even for a second.

Chan couldn't find you more alluring than that, knowing what you want, and didn't hesitate to go for it.

"And you think I would say no to that?" He challenged you back.

You bit your lower lip, already in heat even though you haven't touched each other. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him close, kissed him so hard until you ran out of air then let go with a gasp.

You kept the proximity of an inch between your faces, "Don't worry, Channie!" You said with a smirk on your face, "I'll try to be gentle!"

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