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sinisterlyhan · 3 years

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02. kim seungmin / 9435 words

female reader, virgin reader and virgin seungmin, oral (f & mreceiving), unprotected sex (this one is by choice, have safe sex everyone!), making out, fingering, angst with fluff

tw: light mentions of insecurities

a/n: hello, i am back after my sudden mini-hiatus to ruin everyone’s day! i have not written smut in a while, so i hope this piece isn’t too bad. also, the first part of this piece was originally posted on my sfw account so if you find something that is the exact same, that is also me.

you have always gotten emotional over seungmin leaving. even if it was just for a one-week christmas break with his friends, or a two-week music camp field trip with his choir group, or a two-month summer vacation with his family—you have gotten emotional over him leaving one way or another.

not dramatically, of course. it wasn’t like you were spilling waterfalls of tears and throwing temper tantrums over not being able to see or hold him for seven days straight; if that was the case, seungmin knew for a fact that he would not be able to handle it, especially since those absent days happen every single year.

you just get a little naggy, caringly naggy, like you’ve got amnesia every five minutes and you would keep reminding him to take care of himself, or make sure to have a good time, or think about you when he is away.

and seungmin does. he always does. whether it is at night on the soft hotel bed or walking down a loud foreign street, he makes space for you in his head and he shows that he has been thinking about you by sending you pictures and getting you souvenirs.

sometimes he becomes the annoying one because he keeps spamming you with pictures. you still remember playfully threatening to block his number after he sent you a frame by frame set of pictures, where you saw the entire process of jeongin tripping on jisung’s fallen body (because he tripped on thin air first) and falling to the ground.

it was a good blackmail material. you could pinpoint exactly the moment where jeongin realized he would be making friends with the brick ground, his eyes wide in alert and his arms flailing out in a poor attempt to grasp the air for support. when the boys came back from music camp that year, you made sure to give jeongin a big smooch on the head, which he begrudgingly accepted.

you have always gotten emotional over seungmin leaving. but not this time, not in a sense that you didn’t feel anything about his departure, it was just that… you were different this time.

you were ecstatic the first moment you heard that seungmin, along with his friends, passed theit idol audition and would get the chance to train under a prestigious entertainment. it has always been his dream to sing for people, you had been beyond proud of him to achieve the spot. it was until he broke it to you that he would have to move to seoul to pursue his opportunity when the realization finally dawned upon your silly, silly head.

he has to leave. he wasn’t breaking up with you, no, but he has to leave. for however many years it would take for him to qualify for debuting, and after that, there would be years of the dating ban, and then there would also be tight schedules and long distances.

seungmin was only leaving the city, but it felt like he was leaving you.

you left him to his own devices after that, stalling and wasting all the times you could have spent with him to make the remaining days count. you spared no playful nagging and no playful reminders, just unread texts and missed calls.

it was too much for you, you feared too much of the uncertainty—what if you couldn’t be patient enough for him? what if he couldn’t resist another’s seduction for you? what if the both of you couldn’t fight against time, the time that would pick and pinch at your affection for each other until there is nothing left to share?

seungmin zipped up his luggage just as the door to his bedroom knocked. he barely glanced behind his shoulder to look at it, his back arched in pure exhaustion at how his heart had been spiraling depressively for the past week. it was his last night in his home, his last night in his home city, that alone was enough to make him feel anxious and homesick.

but nothing had prepared him for how disastrously affected his heart would be when he realized he might have to leave without seeing you, without touching you, and without hearing that you love him once more.

the impatient knock came again and he finally stood up, his brows furrowed in annoyance. he moved over to his door, ready to tell his mother for the fifth time this night that he would not be changing his mind and he did remember to bring enough clothes, but when he swung open the door, it was you who stood before him instead.

“hey…” you said, clutching your jacket tightly.

he opened his mouth but only air slipped out. you looked as tired as he did, and he could tell you have cried yourself to sleep for the past days. as much as he wanted to immediately wrap you in his arms, to feel you against him, he found himself stepping aside and giving you space into his room first.

his room was as dim as it usually was during night time, when seungmin has the habit of turning off the main light on the ceiling and instead, flipping on the warmer light on the wall. it was a cloud-shaped light; seungmin hated it until you decided to decorate it with cartoon stickers during a sleepover. he has never looked at it the same way again.

the first thing you saw was the luggage on the floor, packed and ready to be sent away. your heart dropped slightly at its indication, then you quickly picked yourself back up. you have talked to yourself about this, you have thought about this and decided you wanted to support his dreams instead of dwelling in your misery until the sadness replaced itself with guilt and missed chances.

“you–you packed,” you said, gesturing towards the luggage on the floor before you turned around to face him.

“yeah.“ seungmin nodded. “i leave tomorrow morning.”

you hummed in defeated acknowledgment. the tension was more longing than awkward, the air waiting for one of you to break out of restraint first. turning to look at his opened closet, you raised a brow at the empty hangers lining up to the side of the closet before you finally caught sight of three colorful hoodies hung at the farthest corner.

you laughed meekly as you pointed at it, hiding the sobs in your throat. “you–you idiot! you forgot to pack your favorite hoodies.”

seungmin looked over, his fingers fiddling together nervously as his mouth hung open in a poor attempt to explain why he had left those there. his mind fired quickly and the first thing he did was only to state the obvious. “i am going to leave them here.”

you frowned at him, your lips curling down and your cheeks bulging out at the pressure.

seungmin softened at your incredulously curious eyes, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he waited for you to speak. “but why? you should at least take the blue one, you look so good in it and it’s your absolute favorite one.”

he licked his lower lip, a faint smile blossoming on his face. he stared at you, blinking gently. “it’s your favorite one. they’re your favorite hoodies too.”

you sucked in a rapid breath, understanding his intentions. he left those there for you, a token of your relationship, a token of his love. it was a way to tell you that he, until the last minute, still thought about you; a way that didn’t require the use of cheesy text messages or well thought out confessions, which he was never very good at anyway.

just three colorful hoodies in his empty closet, all of them covered in his warmth and his scent.

you bit your lower lip to hold down a sob as you walked over to the closet. it was much less messy than usual, which felt out of place for you. being able to see the shoe boxes stacked at the back of the closet was unfamiliar, they were usually covered by his shirts and sweaters, occasionally seeing the light of day when seungmin pushes the clothes to the side or you steal one of his shirts again.

peeling the light blue hoodies off the hanger, you carefully threw it over your head and marveled at the way that even though its fabric went loose around your torso, you felt fulfilled and warm wearing it. bringing your sweater paws up to your cheeks, you inhaled the sleeves and closed your eyes at the smell of flowery detergent mixed with seungmin’s familiar fragrance.

it was a match made in heaven; it was a smell you could recognize even if you were rid of most of your senses because for so long, it was what home smelt like to you, and it still is what home smells like to you.

would you forget, after years of separating from him? would you still remember it but somehow he stopped feeling like home anymore? would your heart lose him to time and distance?

seungmin sighed with the shattering of his heart when he heard you choke out a sob. you had begun to cry, your tears staining the hoodie sleeve as you wailed your fears and longings away, and he wasn’t very sure what to do. he was never good at handling criers because he wasn’t one, and neither were you before this happened.

“(name)…” he took a step forward but stopped when you turned around.

“i’m so sorry for ignoring you these weeks,” you said, your voice teary and timid, but loud and strong enough to make seungmin’s heart pound against his chest. “i’m sorry if i made you think i don’t support you and your dreams. i need you to know that i do and if you have to leave this place to go after it, you should.”

to be honest, the idea that you didn’t support him has never crossed his mind. he knew you would, for some reason. you had always been there for choir shows, you listened to him talk about all the musical things he did during camp despite not understand instrumental talk, you never failed to praise him for his incredible vocal talent—you had always been the first in line when it comes to him and singing.

you were upset, he understood, that he had to leave you here and he only gave you a two weeks notice that he would be leaving for years, plus the uncertainty that your relationship may never work out as smoothly as it could when he was still an unknown high school boy with big dreams.

he couldn’t get mad at you for avoiding him until the last minute.

for one, he understood why. he supposed he would be pretty disheartened if you did the same thing as well. for two, he just couldn’t bring himself to get mad at you at a time like this, when he needed his last memories of you to be nothing but loving and heartfelt.

heaving a sigh, he got on the bed and scooted to the middle where he sat with his feet dangling off the edge. he opened his arms and beckoned you over softly. “come here, my love.”

you did, stumbling closer to him until your thigh met with his feet. he leaned in to hold your hands, giving your arms a few childish swings before he pulled you on his lap, helping you position yourself by circling his arms around your waist and preventing you from falling off his thighs.

you sniffed when he kissed your cheeks, giggling in feign disgust when he grimaced with a complaint about your tears having a salty taste, and you burst into another fit of feathery laughter when he went to smooch your cheeks again just to mend the dry trail of waterfalls down your skin.

“i missed you so much,” you muttered, your voice almost giving away as you cupped his jaw in your hands and stared into his heart-shaped eyes.

“i missed you too,” he mumbled under his breath, bringing you closer to him unconsciously. “i am so sorry for making you cry.”

you hummed in disagreement as you lightly shook your head. your fingers pressed against his cheeks, clinging to them and hugging his face carefully in a way seungmin never wanted you to let go. your accepting smile made him fall, again and again, and he had to hold himself down so he wouldn’t kiss you right then and there.

“i’m sorry for wasting all these times, we could have been this close every night,” you said quietly, trailing over his features with your teary eyes. “i hope i am not too late.”

seungmin smiled, his eyes squinting with a crinkle of his nose. you can never be too late for him, his heart is ready for you at any moment of his remaining life, whether it is thinking about you quietly or having you pressed near his body.

seungmin will always be ready for you, all that you will give him and all that he is ready to give you.

“it’s never too late to kiss me,” he whispered close to your lips, feeling your back squirm under the weight of his words.

rolling your eyes at his words, you squeezed his cheeks before gladly leaning in so you could press your lips against his. his fingers gingerly clawed at your lower back as he other hand flew up to hold your wrist, any attempt just to touch your bare skin.

god, your lips. your soft, soft lips, made out of sugar and spice. he could play a thousand strings and sing a thousand words about them; about how kissing you always make him feel so needed and loved, how it makes him feel like there is nothing else he can do better aside from giving you every ounce of strength he has.

it opens a gate to his heart he didn’t even know he had, one only you can open because you are the key.

with the influence of his excited heart, seungmin suddenly started to graze your lip with his teeth, his brows furrowing passionately when he caught your lower lip between them.

you let out a breathy moan, surprised. but you only had too little time to dwell in the shock before you opened your mouth and allowed seungmin to do whatever he wanted.

adrenaline rushed up to your lungs, causing a ruckus beneath your bones as your mind chased itself into chaos. he has never kissed you with such urgency before, with silent pleads pierced in the tip of his tongue and desperate longing tattooed in the way he moved against you. he was kissing you to make you breathless, to make your burn with revelation.

seungmin kissed you intending to linger, so the shape and the taste of his lips will haunt you every day and night when he is away. and damn, it was so good, you were drenched in blissful abandon to let him take full control over you.

amidst this heated moment, seungmin forced himself to pull away for a brief moment to allow his hazy mind to settle down. both of you were adrift somewhere in paradise and both of you had no plans of returning any time sooner.

you kept yourself close to him, your upper lip positioned tenderly against his, taunting him to resist, daring him to let go once more. your eyes were as gone as seungmin’s were when you stared into them, and you inwardly worshipped the way his inky black eyes, devoured in thunderstorms and fallen ashes, could pull you to him so effortlessly.

“i love you, okay?” he declared breathlessly, but his tone was filled to the brim with sincerity. “i love you, three or ten years from now.”

three or ten years from now, whether he only gets to talk to you every weekend or every three months, whether it would be easy to find the right time to catch up with each other or if the process would make him want to pull his hair out—seungmin loves you, and he will wait until he can love you.

“wait for me, please,” he pleaded then, the ocean in his eyes seemed brighter and ready to spill, causing heartache in your chest. he was clutching the hoodie and pressing your hand to his cheek, his shaky movements only calming down at your warmth.

wait for me. seungmin was asking. wait for me, remember me, hold on to me.

you felt like crying again. the volcanic sadness stays no matter how many times you convince yourself things would turn out fine, that you could live without him being near you eventually.

you could deal with the quiet, you could deal with not anticipating his presence when you leave home, you could deal with the untouched skin and unkissed lips. yes, you could, you have to.

“i will, i promise” you replied in a hush, lowering your head. “i’m going to miss you so much.”

seungmin pressed his thumb to your eye carefully, swiping across the wet corners and making you chuckle as you leaned against his palm, looking up at him again.

“i will text you all the time. if i don’t, my friends will,” he grumbled with a scoff, remember how bitter he felt when it took jeongin no amount of effort to get your phone number back then while he had to stall a whole week before mustering up the courage to do so. “we will keep in touch, we all will.”

“you guys better,” you said threateningly, kind of threateningly, making him smile.

and he kissed you again, much softer this time. it was to seal a sacred vow one would find harder to break than any else’s, an oath shared by two teenagers who are so genuinely, so tenderly, and so tragically in love with each other.

“how early are you leaving tomorrow?” you asked after pulling away, adjusting your legs so instead of sitting in a kneeling posture, they wrapped around his lower back, making it much more comfortable for you and giving you two more space to be closer to each other.

“hmm, since we have to take the bus to the train station and we are meeting up at the bus stop around the school before going there together…” he calculated in his head, a pout forming on his lips due to the concentration. “i think i’ll have to leave around seven in the morning.”

that was earlier than you thought. but either way, you never planned to see him off anyway. turning into a crying mess in public early in the morning would not be a plan; if you could, you would rather let him leave just as things are—a soft goodbye to your sleeping form, and maybe you will sob on his bed for a while after you wake up.

“i am not going to the train station with you,” you said, running your hands through his hair before circling your arms around his neck into a hug. you sighed. “so it is just going to be tonight.”

“okay.” seungmin flashed you a faint smile, a bittersweet but endearing one. his pinky gently tucked at a piece of your hair, his fingers brushing back against your temple and falling to your ear. “do you need anything from me before I go?”

“you should be the one getting something from me. i never gave you a congratulatory gift for getting through your audition,” you said with a laugh, tapping his nose with your index finger and pressing your chest up against his for a needed closeness. “i am very proud of you, seungmin.”

he gave you a peck. “thank you.”

and you two just looked at each other. affectionately drawn towards the other like how north sticks to south. you couldn’t help but whisper a loving confession, brushing his hair as the words “i love you” left your lips like a secret only seungmin gets to hear.

“i love you too,” he returned immediately, his eyes shutting for a brief moment to allow the rush of euphoria. then they flutter open so he could look at you and ask, “are you sure you don’t want anything from me?”

you thought for a moment, your brows furrowing in thoughts. there were not many things you wanted to ask from him, most of those you do were out of his ability to accomplish, such as not leaving you here.

“call me when you get there,” you reminded him.

“of course,” he hummed. “what else?”

you sighed, keeping your eyes on him as it hit you that there really wasn’t anything else you needed from him. you just needed him, and you had him the moment you stepped into his room, so you figured you should get the most and the best out of it.

seungmin could see where your eyes were and believe it or not, he was totally on the same page. it was not the type of nights he wanted to spend with words. there were only senses and feelings that he wanted to have threaded through his veins this night, be it loud or quiet, tender or rough, or perhaps both of each opposite.

you leaned in, your eyes moving up from his lips to look into the windows of his brilliant soul. “stay with me,” you breathed into his mouth, “until you leave me.”

seungmin wasted no time to claim your lips once more, rough exhales fanning against your face as he desperately kissed you to fulfill the insatiable desire he held for you. he could feel it in his guts—the cunning and greedy burn beneath his ribs that held so much he wanted to say to you, that the words of his inadequate language were unable to express enough, were threatening to explode from the brisk of his skin.

in all that the world could offer, languages of all places and phrases of all great minds, the only word he knew were you, you, you. and he wasn’t even able to speak it. all he could show you of how he called out to you was through his action; the tug of his hands at your waist and the bite of his teeth at your lower lip.

you squeezed his shoulders, your eyes closing upon the familiar taste of his mouth on your tongue when he boldly slipped past your gently parted lips. the softness that once graced seungmin’s being was long gone. he was hasty now, needy and desperate for all of you, and all you could do was comply with him.

your chest heaved with a low moan when he bit your lip again, his hand pressing you down against his abdomen. your body relaxed against his with a shiver, yet your thighs squished at his sides upon the ever-growing arousal under your waist when you felt him, vividly, against you.

“min–“ you pulled away, looking into his eyes with all vulnerability you have ever left hanging at the lashes of your eyes. you looked at him, your hands running up the side of his face and spreading within his hair, and your shaky gaze scanned his entire face as if your patience was running thin.

he beat you to begging for the intimacy, his face leaning close toward yours just to feel the bone of your nose nudging against his own. there was something about his utter lack of ability to be away from you at this moment.

he was not physically attached to you, but there was nothing else he wanted more of the world than to be so. he would do anything; he would tear down hell and break through heaven, he would destroy the sun and shoot down the stars if it meant to keep you beautifully by his side.

he needed to be attached to you, the love of his life.

“i need you,” he whispered, “please.”

his breath was demanding, but also teasing in a way that he wanted to make this comfortable and loving for you, as opposed to the upsetting farewell you two were having.

you shivered, your half-lidded eyes staring at each shadow that cast over his face in his dim room. your hands dropped from his hair, causing a faint look of disappointment in his eyes, but that was gone as quickly as it came when he realized that you were reaching for the hem of his blue hoodie.

you tugged at the soft fabric, making sure you brought your shirt along with it when you slowly slid them up your body and finally over your head.

the first thing his eyes gravitated toward was your chest, covered by a random bra you threw on because you did not anticipate the visit to turn out like this. he watched with an itchy hand and an unbreathable throat when your hand reached behind your back to unhook your bra. you slid it off your shoulders, showing him your breasts, and you tried to hide your shyness by looking away as you discarded your bra somewhere on the floor.

seungmin’s eyes were glued to your chest, he wasn’t even trying to hide it. you almost wanted to laugh at the hanging of his jaw and the way he was blatantly staring at your close to naked chest, but you kept the amusement to yourself and went ahead to cup the side of his face, bringing his attention back to your face.

you smiled, but then you pursed your lips and begun to shrink into yourself when you realized this was the most naked you’ve ever been with a boy before. not to mention how unconfident you have always been with the way your body looked. the way his eyes were glued to your chest was starting to become a look of judgment rather than an action out of surprise and fondness.

his eyes widened when you suddenly squealed, your head lowering and your forehead bumping against his shoulder. he laughed a little, his hands moving to your wrists before he gently pushed you away from you. you were frowning slightly, your brows furrowed with an uncertain pout on your face, and you refused to look at him until he tipped your chin up with your hand.

he wasn’t too sure why you were acting this way, but what he did know was that this was your first time, as well as his. sex is a foreign subject. that kind of intimacy is drastically different than holding hands, or cuddling, or making out, or even having late-night philosophical talks until you fall asleep on the phone.

both of you were feeling chilled to the bones with both anticipation and nervousness about how things could go, and both of you probably wanted everything to feel good and perfect.

so if you were hiding from him because you changed your mind, then he’d want you to know you could back out. he could deal with what happened in his pants by himself later.

“you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said, poking your nose, “we can just watch a movie, or we can talk until we fall asleep if you want.”

the pout on your face faded slightly upon his words; a kind offer, but one you didn’t need. you flashed him a deadpan smile, your hands moving to clamp atop of his shoulders again as you spoke, “it’s not that. i do want to do this with you, i don’t think there is anybody else in the world i’d want to do this with! it’s just… my… my boobs…”

his eyes drifted down at them and he looked back up at you. “they’re great.”

“they are.” you were doubtful.

“they’re boobs, babe. any boobs are great–“

“seungmin.”

“okay, okay!” he nodded with a fit of a giggle, then he moved in to kiss your lips. his hands moved to roam your sides, brushing tenderly across your skin and creating a trail of goosebumps on his way. he kept kissing you as he spoke, a kiss every other word he let out. “they are great. your body, i love it because it’s yours, and i can’t believe i’m allowed to touch you like this right now.”

you blushed with a heat rushing up your cheeks, burning hotly under his words and the way he kept kissing you. how sweet and cheesy, but you didn’t mind it much. you were too drowned in being adored by him to care about criticizing anything he says or does, you just wanted this moment to keep going so you could finally plunge into the real act.

keeping your hands at the nape of his neck, you moved your lips with his for a second longer before you moved away, making him whine with a low hum.

his hands stayed at your side as if they were afraid, and you were getting impatient. panting, your voice was raspy when you said, “you can touch me more.”

seungmin raised his brows at the permission. his heart sped up at the thought of going beyond your waist and your back. he was thinking about it, but each time he felt the side of his palm brush against the soft skin under your breasts, he flinched away with timidity simultaneously as he grew needier for your body.

he couldn’t let himself just touch you, he supposed, it would be such a bold thing to do. he felt like if he ever did, he would have to find a way to preserve the feeling, and he was very unprepared for that.

“seungmin…” you called out in a feminine voice when he didn’t respond, one that sounded so needy it would surely get him riled up. your hands moved to grab his, bringing them up your body until they almost met at your breasts. “touch me.”

a tease, what a tease. it was only your first time and you were being a tease, looking so divine and perfect on top of his lap you tested his composure and his control over his patience.

he exhaled.

you asked for it.

seungmin took you by complete surprise when he moved. hoisting you off his lap, you felt yourself dip sideways before your back met the soft cover of his bed. he hovered over you, his body stuck between your spread legs, and his hands squeezed your waist to set you in place before he reached down to capture your lips again. you followed his lead, feeling his hand roam across your stomach before they finally moved up to your breasts.

a breath got caught in your throat when he cupped his hands over the roundness. he fondled them, squeezing and pressing his palm against them just to feel your hardened nipples against him. he hummed out in satisfaction when you trembled under his touch, unfamiliar but pleasing, and he let go of your mouth to hear your noises while he moved down your jaw and your neck to leave trails of love marks on your skin as a goodbye gift.

you tilted your head to the side so he has more space to plant his bruises. you could feel his teeth graze you, and he was sucking on your skin so hard you felt pressure within the spot. it was forcing you to make friends with the reality and the level of intimacy you two were venturing into.

he was on top of you, kissing you, dropping crosses on your body, fondling your breasts, and his hips occasionally grinding at your bottom so he could temporarily press down the impulsivity inside his pants.

this was the reality; you two were about to become whole, you want you both to become whole.

seungmin moved away in the heat of the moment, his hands hastily reaching to pull his shirt off his body as well before he dove back to your collarbones and went down, his lips worshipping the veins and bones hidden under your skin. he took your breast in his mouth, sucking on your nipple and flicking the bud with his tongue. you arched your back at the sensation, so foreign yet exciting that you couldn’t help but push down on his head with the same hand that once carded gently through his hair, wanting more and more of him.

he was never going to leave you, though. his lips stayed attached to your body, kissing you down and everywhere he could reach, his tongue darting out the lick wet spots on your delicacy. it was until he reached the hem of your shorts when he paused—this was the place. he eyed up at you, catching the weak and pleading look in your eyes once, then he gingerly moved his fingers to unbutton and unzip your shorts. he carefully slid it off your hips, his fingers tugging against your panties on the way until you were completely naked under him.

the last of your clothes dropped to the ground without a care. seungmin was glued to the glistening sight of your exposed heat. your curled your fists, nervous about what he was thinking as he stared at you. your legs felt shaky as you thought of whether you wanted to close your knees or not, and before you could make a decision for yourself, seungmin already stumbled forward on his knees and brought himself to the edge of his bed.

he grabbed your ankles, his grip soft as he brought your legs over his shoulders with a nod of his head. you let him guide you through the ordeal—resting your ankles on his shoulders and pulling you forward to him. he curled his hands around your thighs when you were close enough.

you flinched, a quick and shivering flinch, when you felt his lips against your cunt. your knees almost smashed his head if he hadn’t tightened his grip on your thighs to keep you from moving. your eyes stayed wide open, staring dizzily at the ceiling, as seungmin continued to do experimental kisses against your wet pussy. one, two, three, four, before he decided it was time for him to dart his tongue out.

he flicked against your clit, miraculously finding it on his first try and staying there when he saw your positive reaction. he abused it, licking and sucking on the bundle of nerves until your bud was protruding and even a little painful from all the stimulation. but he didn’t let himself stop there. the lovely and filthy noises you were letting out, paired with the call of his name over and over again, was too much of a blessing for him to let up.

he continued with his pleasuring, grazing his teeth against your skin as he sucked on you, his fingers making an entrance by slowly sliding himself inside your warm cunt. he didn’t want to do too much so he paid attention to your reaction. it was an ego boost each time you arch your back and moan his name. he has never been better than this.

your legs trembled on his shoulders, having never felt such sudden jolts before and your senses were not familiar with receiving such pleasure. your lips were parted to let out huffs of little whimpers and moans as you relish in the feeling of his touch—a brand-new feeling of joy seungmin was graciously gifting you that was unlike all the others.

you were being touched, you felt touched, and he was willing to do so even when you weren’t sure if you deserved it. such simple ways to make you happy; all he needed was himself, and the lovingness in all of his movements done to your sensitive body.

“fuck–seungmin, seungmin!”

you tried to find words to say in the midst of the pumping of his fingers. your walls were clenching down on the intrusion, coating his fingers with your slickness until it became a slip-and-slide to go in and out of you. you were wet, oh so very wet, and it was all his doing. he could taste your arousal on his tongue and he kept wanting more, so he moved quicker with his hand as if he could fuck more juices out of you with it. your legs bent, hitting his shoulder blades, and you moved your hand down to his head where you tugged at his hair.

“seungmin! you–i’m going to–“ you whimpered out, seeing fading stars in your eyes, “please fuck me, fuck me first!”

he stopped, the manic look in his eyes fading at your words. pulling his fingers out of you, the stickiness not bothering him, he stood up and moved onto the bed and left you cold with an approaching orgasm that would soon fade. he wasn’t much thinking about that—he was still thinking about that, but there was something else he needed to make sure first: did you ask him to stop because you wanted to cum with him inside you? did you want to orgasm from him fucking you with his cock? was that what you wanted, that’s why you made him stop?

oh, but the thought alone… the thought of you orgasming because of him, the thought of you reaching that ultimate pleasure because of him. it would surely be an honor to behold.

he leaned down to your face, his eyes genuine and also somewhat worried as looked at you. taking his clean hand, he brushed the hair out of your sweaty forehead and kissed your eyes. “what do you want?”

you exhaled, your hands awkward so they settled against his warm chest. looking up at him with round and wide eyes, you asked politely, “can you fuck me, seungmin?”

“i was,” he hummed, his other hand casually reaching back down to your heat.

the confidence came when he realized his ability to please you, and he decided he could set his needs aside and toy with you for some reactions he would savor in his head for the rest of his life. he pressed the tip of his fingers against your hole, dipping in but not letting your feel full by inserting.

he played with you, watching as you squirm with a needy expression when he wouldn’t give you what you want, feeling as you bucked your hips up for his hand and asked for him to touch you, and finally when you exhaled in relief as he finally moved his fingers inside your pussy.

“i was fucking you, (name), with my mouth,” he said. “i am fucking you right now.”

oh, but it wasn’t his tongue and his fingers that you wanted the most. he knew that. you knew he knew that as well. he was good with them, it was heavenly a moment ago when he was kneeling on the floor, but nothing could beat the excitement in your chest that was waiting for when he finally stretches you out and officially takes your virginity by colliding his body with yours. you wanted it, both the pain and the pleasure that would follow.

you wanted to be around seungmin and make him feel good as well, and most importantly, you wanted your first orgasm to be when you were near him, the love of your life. you wanted to cum feeling him inside you.

“i want your–“ you shut your mouth in defeat, looking at him with a pout as if that would soften him up.

seungmin smiled at your adorableness, but he as he dragged the back of his finger down your face, his other hand still pumping in and out of your cunt but his pace has since slowed down, all he asked was, “you want my what?”

“you’re pushing it,” you mumbled as you gave him a deadpan look, “i even acted cute for you.”

pulling out of your heat, he grinned with a roll of his eyes. then he shook his shoulders as if throwing a tantrum, his lips puckering slightly as he playfully hit his fist against your chest. “just say it once! i want to hear you say it!”

“seungmin, i’m shy!” you complained, shoving him lightly.

“you weren’t so shy when you were moaning like a minute ago!”

“seungmin!”

“just ask me, just say you want my dick and i’ll give it to you, i promise,” he said, knowing well he would have given it to you regardless of you asking or not.

you huffed, the corner of your lips quirking downward as you glared at him before you mumbled, “i want your cock.”

“what?”

“i want your cock, seungmin,” you pleaded louder this time, looking impatient and annoyed with your furrowed brows and the stuttering movement of your shoulders.

“good girl.” he smiled and pinched your cheek. “see? that wasn’t so hard.”

you took your time with grumbling a complaint about his action. but, however you wanted to see it, he did make you feel more at ease with having sex for the first time. the playful way he talked to you just a minute ago made it feel as if this was just any ordinary activity, and there was nothing you needed to be afraid of. it was just you and him together, and he would take care of you like he always has. you would be fine with him.

the thought diminished for a quick second, though, when you saw that he has taken off his pants and boxers. your opened your mouth, your eyes couldn’t help but stare at his hardened shaft, and all you could do the next second was turn away with an uncontrolled laugh bubbling out your throat.

seungmin looked up slightly at the noise, trying to recognize it, and when he realized you were laughing, he immediately snapped his head to you with a look of utter disbelief.

“are you laughing?” he asked, accusingly if you listened carefully.

you shook your head, your hand failing to cover up the giggles of your throat. “no, i’m not–not specifically at you, i swear!”

he moved over to you, his elbows supporting his upper body as he grabbed your face and made you look at him. he squished your cheeks together as you continued to laugh, your eyes turning intensely into little moons when you saw the hilarious look on his face. he looked you then, the sight of your lips quirking up into such a bright smile was something he took a mental image of. and your giggles trailed into his ears, hammering against the empty space in his head looking for a permanent home. he let the sound of you in with only a single knock.

seungmin softened, allowing him a smile as well. looking at you now, feeling you warm and safe against him now, almost made him want to abandon his dream and just stay here with you forever. how could he leave you—his girl, his favorite person, his best friend. he wanted to be with you all the time.

but he somehow knew you wouldn’t agree to that, you would push him to chase after his goal, so he will. he will miss this when he leaves. the sound of your laughter, the way he could make you snort and scream and make the prettiest and ugliest expressions.

he will miss everything about you during every waking second of his days without you near him, but even time would fail to take him away from you because he would love you through every second of it until he could see you again.

pressing his forehead against yours, he giggled with you. “what are you laughing at, (name)?”

“nothing! i promise!” you replied loudly, then you settled down with a quiet hum in your chest. you reached up for his hands, smiling at him. “i love you.”

“i love you as well,” he said, moving his nose against yours as his voice came out in a fearsome whisper, “please say you want me again.”

your eyes relaxed into a scratch of affection. they moved across his face, taking him in, soaking his feature in you, and you kissed his mouth to speak it into him, “i want you, kim seungmin.”

it was a risk when he pushed himself inside you, raw and bare, but it was a risk you thought you ought to take at this age, and a risk you knew you wouldn’t have regretted taking. he went in slow, his lips moving across your face to soothe out the pained creases while you clutched his arm tightly upon the burn of the stretch. he was bigger than you thought, it felt different, bigger, than when you looked at it.

he kissed you when he moved, hoping to get you to adjust to his size and to get himself more acquainted with the warmth of your walls around him. you didn’t mind the slowness of his thrusts, they were soft and undemanding, they were solid and memorable. you could feel every inch of him sliding within, the slickness of your walls helping him move easier amongst the tightness. your bodies collided again and again with hot exhales fanning against your faces as both of you tried not to go crazy for the feeling of each other.

seungmin kept his hands moving around your body. the map he could never forget; he would always come back to this place in his memories, in the dead of the night when he felt alone. the juncture between your bones, your delicate skin, and your warmth that covered his entirety so perfectly as you sucked him into your body, taking him so well he thought there was no place else he could be.

he only moved faster upon your request. he rutted against you, trying so hard not to get lost in the euphoric sensation that he would begin snapping his hips against yours at a pace that could bring him to the edge even quicker. he needed to relish at this moment where the sensuality happens, and he wanted to feel all of you here alone. but while knowing he wouldn’t go faster, he did want to go deeper into you.

he kissed your lips, swallowing your moans, as he gently hiked your leg up to his back until it rested near his shoulder. he gave you a sharp pound and you let out a choked noise at the heart-pounding feeling it gave you. he inhaled, moving his cock harsh against it and pushing toward that inner part of your cunt again to get another immediate reaction out of you.

your eyes rolled up this time, your jaw dropping with a loud whine that you thought his parents would have heard in their bedroom, but you were unable to bring yourself to think at all, you just wanted more.

seungmin smiled. that was the spot. that was the spot he was looking for.

“is that okay?” he huffed out, thrusting into you, “did you like that?”

“ah–yes, seungmin,” you breathed out, your back arching as the same spot got hit over and over again, waves and waves of pleasure lapping at your veins. you nodded, your hands clutching his arms with whines falling alive at your lips. “fuck, that feels really good.”

he smiled at your approval, feeling the tension at his back relax upon knowing that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. you were enjoying him as much as he was enjoying you. the reciprocation was delightful to acknowledge, especially in a moment as such where he wanted to leave an impression for you to remember by later if you so needed to. he knew he would because thinking about being so close to you would soon be the only escapism he has.

the gentle yet filthy words he had begun whispering into your ears made you feel all tingly and edged. his words praised you, his words worshipped every move you made and every surface of your being, his words loved you as much as his body was loving you.

they made you shiver by embracing your little soul, unraveling you slowly by breaking down the walls of your assumed unworthiness, and they did not dump you to the ground to repair yourself.

seungmin was here, the whole time, for you to reach out to.

he is always ready for you. even with the distance and limits that you were so very afraid of, he will always be ready for you.

sucking in a deep, teary breath, one that paired with a light whimper as you felt your high approaching with each thrust, you reached up for your boyfriend. you circled your arms around his neck, bringing him down to you so you could kiss him fervently. your leg fell off without his support but they clung over his waist to bring him closer with tightening of your muscles.

seungmin’s hands laid flat to the side of your head upon your beckoning, caging you under him as he slotted his mouth longingly against yours, his brows furrowing at the passionate kiss.

“you’re my heart, min,” you confessed softly against his eyes, “i love you.”

he could feel the tears in your eyes but they weren’t falling just yet. he hoped they wouldn’t fall, he wouldn’t know what else he could do aside from kissing those tears away until he has to leave you tomorrow morning. giving you a nod, he rubbed the side of your face with his thumb and smiled endearingly down at your face. “wait for me, okay?”

wait for him, and he will dream, always, about your eyes when you laugh, the way you shove him when he tells a lame joke, and the mediocre food you cook for him during weekend hangouts. he will dream about coming back to your side, about holding and kissing you again, about the intimacy he has carefully shifted into a precious spot of his head.

wait for him to come home so he could make all the dreams come true again.

you nodded hastily, partly because your walls had started to clench on his shaft impossibly upon the tightening of your abdomen. getting closer, seungmin snapped his hips against yours, trying to bring you over the edge and push you down for the ultimate rapture. he looked—stared—at you when your peak approached, a rush of warmth coating his skin as you came around his hard cock, burying him in a blissfully hot place.

your eyes rolled skyward, and he could feel your fingers tightening around his neck, your nails digging into his skin upon the overwhelming pleasure.

he moved, holding your hands through your orgasm, fucking the intensity out slowly and settling you down. he watched as you breathed, waiting for your panting to come to a halt before he picked up his speed again so he could find his own climax. you held him close to you, feeling him hard inside you and giving out light moans upon the feeling of strange friction against your walls.

you could tell when he was getting close, considering his movement become even more stuttered and erratic when he was about to lose himself in you.

he knew better than to cum in you, though. before he could reach his high, he pulled out of you and moved away slightly, his hand going down to pump at his length instead. you blinked—right, you forgot, you two did not use protection. the whiny sounds coming out of seungmin’s mouth helped you come back to your senses and you quickly sat up.

you replaced his hand with yours, an amused gleam evident in your eyes when he stared at you with confusion while being pushed down on the bed by your hand.

you leaned your body down, pumping him to keep him aroused while you found a comfortable position to lay on, and without a second thought, you took him in your mouth. he hissed in surprise, his thighs flexing at the lukewarm sensation of your mouth around his cock, as well as the gentle suction of your inner-cheeks. he pressed his head against the pillow, his mouth hung ajar with whimsical huffs as he buried his hand on your hair, needing something to grab onto as you sucked him off.

the way his cock disappears into your mouth, his tip poking at your cheek with each bob of your head, and how you choked around him when his tip hit the back of your throat was a bliss all too intense for him to handle at once. what was he to do—he knew he could not hold on much longer.

he has never felt his way before, his own hand was inadequate to provide the satisfaction you were giving him. the licks of your tongue, the graze of your teeth, the wrap of your lips; nothing could compare to this, he was drowning in abandonment and this was no false heaven.

his hip bucked into your mouth when he emptied himself in it, a loud groan leaving his lips. you let out a strangled noise of surprise when the bitter taste hit your throat, your eyes widening in dismay but you made yourself take all of him. you sucked all the way back up to his tip, your lips popping off with an audible noise, then you reached up to wipe away the saliva away. you panted, his cum slowly dripping down your throat, and you smiled at him when he looked at you.

“that was…” he licked his lower lip for a second, then he decided against talking and instead raised his arms to beckon you closer to him. “come here.”

you moved over to him, your body slumping down next to his as he brought you into his arms. your lips locked for the millionth times tonight, unable to get enough of each other when each time there was a new taste to the kiss you shared.

“that was my first time,” you commented after pulling away, laying your head on his arm.

“so was mine,” he said, even though you knew.

you sighed then, a blissful sigh. “i’m glad it was with you.”

“so am i,” he whispered against your temple, and when he felt that you wanted to make a joke out of his words, he held you tighter against him and he scoffed. “you know what i mean.”

you giggled, “i do… i just want to make fun of you while i still can.”

“i can’t believe i am about to say this but,” he paused for dramatic effect, “you can make fun of me whenever you want to.”

“you’re right!” you exclaimed, turning on your side so you could look at him. “after you debut, if i catch you doing anything embarrassing on variety shows, i hope you know i will never let you live it down.”

“hey, that’s not fair,” he whined. “one of the main elements in variety shows is to embarrass their guest.”

“yeah, that’s why they can be so unfunny sometimes,” you muttered.

he laughed along with you. that was all he could do; talk about the future as if it wouldn’t be painful, talk about it in light-hearted ways until you could surely let it go.

he caressed your cheek with his thumb, his eyes unable to leave your face. “i’ll come back to you. i don’t know how long you will have to wait, but i promise i’ll find the time.”

“text me a lot?” you asked. he nodded.

“and call me, it doesn’t have to be face time but call me,” you asked. he nodded.

“don’t fall in love with other people,” you asked.

“i won’t,” he answered this time.

and there was nothing more you needed from him.

you sighed, snuggling closer to his warm body so you could breathe with your head on his chest. even though you might wake up finding yourself alone in his room and your head on a pillow, the hollowness stronger than ever, you still moved closer to him. falling asleep to his heartbeat was worth waking up to his ghost.

“then just stay with me now.”

stay with me until you leave me.

seungmin can do that.

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how it feels

requested: no

group: stray kids

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

contents: high school!au but there’s not much school involved, best friend!hyunjin, mutual pining, hyunjin’s a hopeless romantic

warnings: none

synopsis: comforting your best friend after a breakup usually doesn’t involve making him fall in love with you, but both of you just want to know what it feels like.

a/n: yes hello please enjoy this fic that i’m randomly dropping in the middle of my hiatus 🙃 i’ll hopefully be able to write a gg fic of some kind for y’all soon! the ending of this is so fucking lazy, sorry

word count: 5.3k

“Why, Y/N? Can’t she just tell me why?”

“I know,” you comfort, rubbing your best friend’s back as he sniffles with his knees up to his chest. It’s hard to see him in the darkness that’s brought by the blanket resting over the both of you like a tent, but in the glow of Hyunjin’s phone, you can see the tear tracks on his face. “I’m sorry, Jinnie.”

He pouts and scrubs yet another tear off his cheek, lamenting, “Why can’t I never fall in love with someone who loves me back? We’re only in high school, it shouldn’t be this complicated.”

Dabbing at his face with a tissue, you sigh, “I guess you have bad luck. Or bad judgement, could be both. There are plenty of people who are dying to love and appreciate you, you know, you’re the one who never spares them a glance.”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “No, those people only think I’m the long-haired guy from the dance team. They would treat me the same,” he frowns tearily. “I just want someone who likes me first.”

It always goes this way for him, you know-- you’ve seen it too many times, the stages of your best friend falling in love with someone who leads him on, enjoys his company for a while before dumping him and his expectations in the dirt. Maybe it’s the undeniable pressure to be the perfect partner that Hyunjin wants more than anything, or maybe he just always ends up liking assholes. But either way, it’s carnage for Hyunjin’s heart, and he never gets used to it no matter how many times it happens.

He’s too sensitive and warm-hearted for his own good, so all he can do after the latest breakup is cry into his favorite pillow on a Tuesday night. If you weren’t so willing to immediately come to comfort him, Hyunjin would’ve been doing it alone, too, and he would’ve cried for far longer than he has.

“Who do I go to prom with now?” he questions sadly, breaking you from your recollections about the many times you’ve done this before.

Unfortunately, all his question does is make you laugh. “It’s a serious question!” Hyunjin protests, scowling at you.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you say, still chuckling. “I mean, would it be so bad to go to prom with a friend? I’m sure Yeji- wait never mind, not Yeji… I’m sure someone would go with you for appearances’s sake. Or if you don’t mind, just ask Lix, he’s too nice to say no even if he wanted.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” he says, flopping back onto his bed. The clock by his bedside reads 2:33 am, and you can already feel your physics final cursing you. “I want to go with someone I feel something for, you know? It’s our prom, Y/N, I want to feel the prom-ness of promposals and picking out outfits and all that with someone I love.”

You shake your head and push his knee lightly. “Unfortunately, most people our age haven’t even been in love yet, so I doubt many people can help you feel it. But you know what I’m feeling right now?”

“Please don’t say pancakes,” Hyunjin groans, “I’m not waking my parents up to teach us how to use the stove again.”

Throwing a pillow at him, you roll your eyes, “I feel tired, dumbass. And we have finals tomorrow, so how about we invite our friends out to get boba afterwards so we can find you a prom date? You can complain all you like about how the three weeks before prom happens are too short to fall in love, yadda yadda.”

“Fine. But don’t mock me, my many feelings are perfectly valid,” your best friend warns you, and rolls over to turn the light off.

Seungmin frowns when Hyunjin finally shows up at the entrance of the school’s closest boba shop, looking slightly disheveled from dance practice. “Finally. You’re annoying, and late.”

“Jeongin’s later,” Hyunjin objects, plopping down in the spot next to you and accepting the drink you hold out to him. The amount of mango yogurt with boba he drinks is definitely unhealthy (and expensive), but he’ll only groan more about his breakup if you didn’t get it for him. “Why do you literally never complain about him?”

“Jeongin’s cute, and you aren’t.”

The long-haired boy scoffs and sips at his drink sulkily as Felix returns with his own order. “Oh, hey, Hyunjin. I didn’t see you arrive,” Felix smiles sunnily. “Jisung’s not coming today, by the way. Something about having to stay for detention.”

You raise your eyebrows at that new piece of information. “Really? For what?”

“Playing a song entitled ‘Fuck You Bitch’ in Bio, I believe.”

Seungmin snorts in laughter, sighing fondly, “Sounds like him. Anyway, I heard we’re here to solve the problem of Hwang Hyunjin’s prom date. Or… lack thereof?”

“You’re so mean,” your best friend groans.

Ignoring him, you clasp your hands on the table and lean in conspiratorially. “I doubt any of you haven’t heard at this point, but he got dumped, for lack of a better word, and now, like the rest of us, Hyunjin has no prom date. But unlike us, he actually still wants one.”

“I’ll go with you,” Felix offers, still chewing on the straw in his mouth.

You elbow Hyunjin, who pushes you back before responding. “Thank you, Lixie, but like I explained to Y/N, I want to go with someone I’m in love with. I want to know how it feels, you know?”

“I don’t know,” Seungmin deadpans. At Hyunjin’s crestfallen expression, though, he says, “I mean, we can definitely try, but I feel like the rest of the people left in this school are either too young or not your type. And is 3 weeks really enough for you to be ‘in love again’?”

“Knowing me, maybe…? But I think I’d need to know the person already,” your best friend pouts.

Jeongin arrives then, conveniently missing most of the conversation before he squishes in on the end of the booth. “Well, you better not try to fall in love with me,” the youngest grins.

“I’d never pick you,” Hyunjin jabs back. “But out of the people I do know…”

“I volunteer,” you joke.

Your friends snicker, thankfully, but the boy sitting right next to you turns with a thoughtful expression on his face. “Actually…”

“I don’t like that expression,” Jeongin narrows his eyes.

“I think I could fall in love with Y/N in 3 weeks,” Hyunjin says nonchalantly, as if it’s nothing. He completely ignores all the shocked expressions around him.

In truth, as easy as Hyunjin falls in love, he’s also incredibly easy to fall for. You’d never admit it to him, but you have loved him before, with the kind of burning passion that he somehow has with every one of his relationships.

You’re over it, and you have been for a long time, but him saying that maybe he could love you so very easily makes it all come back up to the surface. “For real?” Felix questions.

“I mean, I don’t like you yet--” your heart falls (stupidly)-- “but I think I could.”

“So… what do you want me to do?” you ask.

Hyunjin smiles, so pure and beautiful that you wonder how his girlfriend just left him, and says, “I want you to help me figure out how it feels to really be in love.” He scrambles to interrupt Seungmin, whose mouth is opening. “It’s just three weeks before prom. We’ll just feel happy together, none of the other shit--”

“You are so cheesy,” Jeongin interjects. “And I think you’ve watched too many dramas. Did you pause to think how Y/N feels about your plan?”

You appreciate your younger friend’s considerateness, but the guilty expression on Hyunjin’s face prompts you to say, “I mean, I don’t think I could like you like that, so… sure. I’ll help you.”

“Really?” All three of your friends ask as they turn to you.

“Yeah,” you shrug. “What, you fall in love with me in three weeks for prom, I don’t reciprocate, but we move on as friends? I think it’ll be fine.”

“It never works like that though,” Seungmin doubts. He isn’t as cynical as he seems, but in the presence of overly-optimistic Felix and Hyunjin, he and Jeongin always end up as the voice of reason. Usually, you’re with them, but this time, you’re the one enabling the idiocy of the new plan.

Hyunjin grins, “Then we’ll make it work like that.”

With the amount of time that passes before Hyunjin mentions his plot again, you almost forget about it. The first week is normal in a way that makes you nervous-- you hang out like normal, doing homework in the library with your friends as Minho harrasses Chan, eating lunch wherever you can find a spot. There isn’t really time to be alone, just the two of you, and you aren’t sure how Hyunjin is supposed to ‘fall in love’ with you if it’s just normal.

Of course, it doesn’t last long.

It takes a while for it to set in that when Hyunjin asks you to go watch a drive-through movie with him, it isn’t just so he can show off his brand-new car. It’s a date, and it’s stated painfully clearly in his text from the night before.

However, you don’t realize it until you’re literally getting into his car in front of your house.

“Wait. This is a date, isn’t it?”

Hyunjin chuckles nervously, looking over at you in the passenger seat, and you notice for the first time that he’s put on a bit of makeup, and his car doesn’t smell like Jisung’s hot cheetos for once. “I mean, yeah. I meant it when I said I wanted you to help, and I thought you did too? It doesn’t have to be one if you’re backing out, though, it’s totally fine.”

“I’m not backing out,” you shake your head. You really aren’t-- so far, nothing has happened that would make you want to back out yet, and no freshman-year feelings for your best friend have resurfaced just yet. “I just forgot. You know me.”

“Yeah, I know your goldfish brain,” Hyunjin teases, setting the car in motion. There’s lo-fi playing, and he’s a good driver, so you relax. “You forget everything.”

“I do not! You’re the one who has to be reminded of everyone’s birthday but mine,” you protest. If he wasn’t driving, you would shove him, and you remind him of that, to his dismay.

Hyunjin hums as soon as the two of you fall into comfortable silence, your foot tapping lightly to the music, and with the sun setting on the distant horizon, it’s so familiar. You try to interrupt the peace anyway. “So, what movie are we seeing?”

“10 Reasons I Hate You,” he answers. “It’s a classic, and you haven’t seen it.”

“And you love romcoms,” you finish.

He doesn’t protest, only sending you a small smile. You’re pulling into the theater already anyway, in one of the better rows to watch the movie as Hyunjin turns his radio on and starts fiddling with it. “There’s snacks in the backseat,” he offers, to no surprise.

They’re some of your favorites, though there are also the chips that he can’t live without. There’s a blanket, which drapes awkwardly over the cupholder between the two of you, and a bottle of juice that you place in his lap immediately. “You like watermelon juice more than I do.”

“Thanks,” he says quietly, almost surprised.

You scowl and poke him, allowed to now that you’re safely parked and waiting for the movie to begin. “Don’t act all shocked, we’ve been friends since orientation and I’ve spent more than half my paychecks getting this damn juice for you.”

“Mean,” Hyunjin protests, but he hands you your favorite soda from under his seat anyway. “And shut up, it’s starting.”

He seems to know the intro to the movie, smiling when the first line of dialogue sounds, all crackly over the shitty radio, and you eventually stop staring at him to watch the movie instead. Of course, you can’t keep yourself from asking, “Why do you like romcoms so much, anyway? You’ve never explained to me, for all the ones I’ve watched with you.”

“I like happy endings, I think,” the long-haired boy responds after a short pause to think. “Not to be dramatic, but I haven’t had one yet, so maybe watching other people being happy makes me happier too.”

You nod, taking it as a perfectly acceptable answer. Knowing how sentimental your best friend is, it’s nowhere near a stretch, either, being something that just fits with his personality.

He talks occasionally to tell you a little tidbit that he knows: by the end, you’ve learned about how it’s a modern adaptation of a rather misogynistic Shakespeare play, how the entire movie was shot without sets, and how the scene of Kat reading the poem was the first take. It’s interesting, of course, but you’re more captured by the way Hyunjin’s smile glints in the weak light filtered through the car windows.

The sky is dark when the credits roll and Hyunjin reaches for the steering wheel, almost too dark for you to see anything outside when you’re driving back to your house.

“So? How was it?”

“How was what?” you ask, moving your hands around vaguely. “The snacks? The movie? The date?”

“All of the above?” Hyunjin says hesitantly.

You answer immediately, “It was perfect. You knew that, though.”

“I didn’t really. I mean, I’ve never taken you on a date,” he muses. “And plenty of the people I’ve dated before weren’t even willing to watch a rom-com with me.”

“Then that’s their problem,” you say. “Anyone who isn’t willing to watch a rom-com with you is just an asshole, and I stand by that.”

Hyunjin smiles sweetly. You’re parked by the curb in front of your house at this point, so it’s slightly more easy to see the silhouette of your friend’s face. “That’s nice of you. I dunno though, I wouldn’t want to label everyone who doesn’t like romcoms as an asshole.”

“That’s not what I mean.” You shift a little bit to face him, pausing before you explain, “I think that if someone is so unwilling to try something that means so much to the person they like, then they don’t really like them.”

“I guess. You know, there’s another reason why I like romcoms so much.”

You don’t speak, waiting for Hyunjin to explain. And he does. “I think romcoms give me hope,” he nods. “Like… they make me think that anything’s possible, not just happy endings. Maybe the person who I don’t even have a chance with secretly likes me back, you know?”

“I can’t really imagine someone who wouldn’t like you if you liked them, but I think I get it,” you smile.

“At least you try. See you at school next week?”

“Come on, we both know that Binnie’s dragging all of us out to beat Chan’s ass at bowling,” you sigh, taking it as a sign to open your car door.

Before you make it completely outside, though, Hyunjin’s hand rests on your wrist. “Y/N, thanks for tonight.”

“Anytime,” you respond breathlessly, closing the door a little louder than you probably should.

You do mean it.

“Remind me again why we have to go prom outfit shopping together?”

Hyunjin pouts, peering in the window of yet another shop. His arm rests gently on your shoulder despite the way you jokingly pushed it off at the beginning of the day, but you really don’t mind. “Isn’t it cute to have matching prom outfits? We should be color-coordinated in some way.”

“I mean, sure… but isn’t online shopping just easier?” you ask, raising your eyebrow. “It’s the 21st century, Jin.”

“You’re so unromantic,” he groans, and finally pushes the door open to a thrift store to lead you inside.

You wrinkle your nose at the heavy smell of perfume that hits you as soon as you step inside. “And you watch too many movies. You’ve known me for almost four years, you aren’t going to have some magical moment where you realize you like me just because I put on a sparkly outfit of some kind.”

“Who knows? Maybe you’ll suddenly think that you love me when you see me in a tux,” Hyunjin grins.

You don’t respond to that, and he doesn’t push it, taking it as just another joke of his. Of course he doesn’t know about freshman year, and he definitely doesn’t know about how you still aren’t sure if that crush ever subsided. He shouldn’t know.

He’s too picky to pick something at the first store, you know, so you just follow him around as he flicks through things that are either too fitted or too loose, too patterned or too plain.

It takes three stores for him to finally something that he likes, and he appears from the dressing room with a gorgeous grin on his face. “What do you think?”

“It’s… good. I mean, you look good,” you clarify. Of course Hyunjin looks perfect in anything, but the dark navy jacket over the patterned button-down he was already wearing just seem like they were a combo meant for him.

He isn’t satisfied with your response, towering over you as you slump lower in the chair. “Just good?”

“Hot. Stunning, beautiful, sexy-- is that what you want to hear?” you respond sarcastically.

“That’s exactly it!”

Rolling your eyes, you pick up your things from the chair and say, “Then we’re done? Are you picking this one?”

“Yeah, but what about you?” Hyunjin asks. “Do you already have something, or are we going to get something? I’m still waiting for my kdrama moment, you know.”

You definitely don’t have something at home, but you don’t think you could bear being on the receiving end of the drama moment that your best friend so desperately wants. Something about having him suggest something for you to wear, reacting as dramatically as you know he will, just won’t allow your old feelings for him to sit still.

“I’m good. Let’s check out, and get some ice cream?” you offer to placate him.

Hyunjin grins and offers his arm to you again, practically skipping to the checkout. “Sounds perfect to me.”

“Y/N, what the hell do I wear on a date?”

“How should I know?” You sound listless, flicking through one of the mangas that one of Changbin’s friends left as his house.

“You literally went on a date with your freshman year crush last week and then picked a prom outfit with him,” your friend scowls, tossing a shirt at your face. It’s clean, thankfully, but you still chuck it back at him.

“In my defense, I forgot that it was a date,” you respond, “and shut up about the ‘freshman year crush’ thing. I never would’ve told you if I knew you would use it against me like this.”

Changbin throws yet another piece of clothing in your direction, narrowly missing your face, and you raise a pillow to threaten him with. “You got me into this mess with Felix in the first place, so I think it’s even.”

“It’s not a mess if it’s what you asked me to do,” you complain, “and besides, you wouldn’t stop talking about this date for the past week despite it literally just being something we do together all the time.”

“I like Felix, I don’t like you.”

“Then I’m leaving you to agonize over your collection of colorful track pants on your own,” you warn, and he subsequently shuts up. “There we go. Don’t wear one of those, by the way, even though Felix wouldn’t say a single thing about it.”

“How was the date, by the way? And the three-year-old feelings?” Changbin asks as he continues to dig in his closet.

You hesitate. “It was… nice? Hyunjin knows way too much about Julia Stiles, but he was super enthusiastic and the movie was pretty good. He got the good snacks, too.”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he sighs.

“Then what did you mean, Mr. ‘I Love Lee Felix With My Whole Tiny Brain’?” you challenge.

Changbin doesn’t take the bait, unfortunately. “Jeongin told me about the whole plot you and Hyunjin have going on. Are you really dumb enough to think that you can get him to love you without falling for him again, and then leave him after it?”

There’s no way to respond to his question without making a complete fool out of yourself, and so, you simply don’t. Apparently in one of his more coherent moods, Changbin continues on, “I’d say that you watched too many movies, but I’ve seen you avoid Hyunjin’s movie nights. What the hell is going on with you?”

“I mean, have you seen the way he looks when he wants something?” you answer unintentionally. “Obviously you weren’t with us at the at the boba shop, but I’m serious. I couldn’t say no to him, especially when he’s heartbroken.”

“What does he look like?” Changbin asks.

You sigh, “He… his eyes get kind of shiny, almost like he’se about to cry but not really like that. And I don’t really know, he just looks like he’d be sad if you said no but wouldn’t talk about it, and that’s the part that makes you want to say ‘yes’.”

“It sounds to me like your three-year-long crush is still here, then,” your friend replies. “Because I have never felt that way about Hyunjin before, but I know what expression you’re talking about.”

Staring at him like he’s grown two heads, you realize that he’s wearing a jean jacket that shouldn’t have taken so much time to pick out. “That’s a stupid conclusion.”

Changbin shrugs and picks his phone up on his way out. “You can think about it as stupid if you want, but I’m usually not wrong about this. I’m going now, do you want a ride or something? You can stay here as long as you want, though.”

“I’ll walk home, it’s still noon,” you answer. You need to think, anyway.

He walks to the kitchen for a drink of water, he claims, but he picks up his phone on the way there, presumably to talk to Felix like the lovey-dovey fool he is. You wrinkle your noise and wander in the hallway, fully intending to bully Changbin about his crush as long as possible.

But his low voice, echoing from the kitchen, definitely doesn’t sound like flirting. When Changbin strides out, on a mission, it’s obvious that something is wrong. “We have to go,” he says. “Jeongin and Hyunjin got in an accident.”

Fear bubbles in your throat, and you yank the front door open harder than you could’ve thought possible. “What? How? When? Is it just the two of them? Are they okay?”

“Minho says that he doesn’t know yet, he’s driving there too. They aren’t calling the police, they’re apparently fine enough to get us,” Changbin says as he backs out of the driveway. “But we better get there as soon as we can.”

“Then drive,” you exhale sharply, slamming your seatbelt on as if it’ll stop your heart from beating out of your chest.

You leap out of the passenger’s side before the car even stops moving, finding Minho and Chan’s cars both parked at the side of the road behind the silver one that you remember to be Jeongin’s parents’. There’s a huddle of people there, Seungmin and Jisung parting so that you can make your way to the center.

To your relief, both your friends are okay; Hyunjin’s sitting on the trunk of the car, massaging his legs, and Jeongin’s definitely wincing a bit too much when he moves his neck. The car is dented, but not to the point of no repair.

Still, anger clouds your vision.

“What the hell’s wrong with the both of you?” you almost shout. “And what the fuck happened?”

Hyunjin starts, “Y/N, calm down. I was trying to teach Jeongin to drive, and we went a little off course--”

“Teaching him to drive, on the damn highway?” you question furiously. “You barely got your license three months ago, I get that you’re a good driver, but you aren’t a good enough driver for this! Whose idea was this?”

Jeongin timidly raises a hand, but Felix stops you from saying anything more. “Let’s all calm down, okay? Y/N, our friends are fine,” he says, low voice barely audible over the wind whipping around. “Everyone’s alive, which is the most important part here, and we can fix the car, which isn’t all that important. Let’s just focus on getting someone here to help, okay?”

“I’ve called my uncle to come and tow the car, we’re just going to get Hyunjin and Jeongin to the hospital, okay?” Seungmin reassures you. “Changbin’s car is too small, and you’re the better driver, so you and Hyunjin take it. Jeongin will come in Minho’s car with me, and we’ll meet you there.”

You nod stiffly and get into the driver’s seat first, pretending like you don’t notice how Chan pulls Hyunjin back to talk with him.

You shouldn’t have gotten angry; it doesn’t make sense to be angry at all. You should’ve been scared, worried, anything but angry, and so, you can only try to calm your breathing by the time Hyunjin sits next to you and Chan’s car sets off.

“Why are you so mad?” he asks quietly.

It’s the wrong thing to say; you turn your head to him, incredulous. “Why am I mad? You could have died, both of you could have died!”

“And? How many things have we all done together that could’ve ended with us in a ditch?” Hyunjin raises an eyebrow. “Hell, you were the one who decided that it would be fun to jump from the roof into Seungmin’s pool last summer, what’s changed? I get it, it was stupid, but you’ve never been so mad about something like this before.”

You exhale, tapping your fingers on Changbin’s steering wheel as you follow your friends’ cars. “To be honest, I don’t know.”

“Okay.”

It’s completely silent after that, at least until you reach the emergency room.

Jeongin and Hyunjin are fine, thankfully; the youngest has twisted a muscle in his neck, but it’s nothing that can’t heal on its own, and Hyunjin’s knees are merely bruised. Jisung’s the one who tells you, the older two of your friend group apparently dealing with the parents of the injured.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” he asks, patting your arm. “You reacted a little… adversely earlier. Did you and Hyunjin have a fight?”

“Why is it always about me and Hyunjin?” you ask with narrowed eyes. “Can’t I be mad because they almost got themselves killed?”

Jisung raises an eyebrow. “You never get mad when we almost get ourselves killed, that’s Chan’s job. And you were basically yelling straight at Hyunjin, I’ve never seen the guy so scared.”

You exhale and sit back in the creaky hospital chair. You wish you could tell Jisung if there was something wrong, but you honestly don’t know what it is. “I don’t know. Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

“You tell me, dude,” Jisung chuckles. “I think you should think about it. I mean, there’s barely two weeks until prom now, you barely have time to back out anymore.”

“Why would I back out?” you stare at him.

He pushes you to stand, and only says, “Think about it yourself. Okay?”

You don’t tap out, but only because you don’t get Hyunjin alone enough to do so.

After your little yelling fest at him, he obviously doesn’t want to just talk to you, despite how you publicly apologize to both him and Jeongin. You don’t sit together during movie night, you sit at opposite corners of your study table in the library.

Until Felix’s parents invite all of you over to take prom pictures, all you get is a stilted silence.

“You look nice,” he mumbles when the two of you get ushered together in a pair. Except for Felix and Changbin, all the others are by themselves, and you wonder why Hyunjin was so hellbent to get himself a prom date when almost everyone else didn’t bother.

He himself looks absolutely perfect, his hair styled to perfection and a slight pink glittering on his lips. The suit that you picked out together is paired with a patterned shirt that you’ve never seen before, and it perfectly matches your own hastily-purchased outfit. Hyunjin offers a flower to you, color-coordinated, and you hold it in one hand with the other on his arm. “Thanks. You too.”

“Okay, smile, everyone!” Felix’s mom grins behind the camera. “Couples, stand closer together a little bit!”

With a (rather convenient) nudge from Minho, Hyunjin’s hand slips onto your waist, and heat rises to the tops of your ears. Felix’s mother is pleased, though, and the photos carry on with the occasional hoots of laughter when Jisung smacks a kiss onto Seungmin’s cheek and gets clocked as a result.

Conversation is never stilted when you’re with your friends, so despite the silence between Hyunjin and you, there’s no awkwardness during the ride there. Silence only falls when it’s just the two of you standing together in the corner of the venue, all the others off to dance or raid the buffet table.

You decide to speak first. “Are you pissed at me for yelling at you? Because I said I was sorry, and I am.”

“I’m not pissed at you,” Hyunjin shakes his head.

“Well, you’re sure acting like it,” you snap. With a sigh, you end up apologizing again, “Sorry. I just… I know that the plot was mostly a joke, just to take your mind off of the heartbreak and stuff. I kind of messed it up.”

“You messed it up?” He stares at you.

“Well, yeah… I yelled at you, didn’t I?”

Hyunjin sighs, almost like he expected a different answer. “No, that didn’t mess anything up. I mean, I got what I wanted, anyway.”

“And what was that?”

“I fell in love with you.”

It’s your turn to watch him, completely shellshocked. The sparkling, multicolored lights of the venue bounce off him like an otherworldly glow, and his eyes sparkle even though he’s avoiding your gaze. Maybe all the people falling at his feet, you included, are onto something. “I mean, it’s not exactly what I wanted,” he blabbers. “I wanted to be in love without it hurting, and obviously that failed, but… I should’ve known that it wouldn’t even take three weeks for me to love you.”

“Hyunjin.”

Your best friend still doesn’t look up, so you just ask softly, “Why does it hurt?”

“You don’t like me back, of course it hurts,” Hyunjin frowns.

“Who said I didn’t like you back?”

He’s quiet, eyes flicking up to you like he thinks it’s Jisung pranking him or something. “Do you mean it?”

“We’re stupid, Hyunjin,” you laugh. “We’re so, so stupid. I had a crush on you since we met, for two whole-ass years.”

“Well, I liked you for almost four, so I think I beat you there,” he says. But there’s a relieved smile on his face, his eyes curving prettily as he reaches for your hand. “Then… do you want to dance?”

“No romcom shenanigans,” you warn, but you allow yourself to be tugged out to the dance floor next to your friends with a smile.

Hyunjin’s grin as you twirl him around under the burning neon lights suddenly makes it seem like everything will just... magically be okay. If you had just been a little more courageous (or a little less stupid), maybe you could’ve seen it earlier.

But good things come with time and patience. And with all the patience you’ve had, waiting for this to happen, the way you finally feel with him makes it all worth it.

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non ducor duco | {m}

oneshot | historical! au | gang! au | 15.2k words

“The most notorious gang leader in Victorian London can gouge out the eyes of men, steal from the corrupted rich, and terrify an entire city, but cannot figure out a few complicated feelings with you.”

s u m m a r y >> the leader of the sons of seoul, the wanted criminal mastermind, christopher bang, has the courage to commit any deed save for confronting you, his most trusted accomplice, about his feelings. however, when opportunity arises, in the shape of an invitation to a grand seasonal ball, to take down his fated enemy, he takes you to the heart of a lavish estate, both of you unaware of actions that occur inside, and after the mission.

w a r n i n g s >> gonna be using chris instead of chan cause it’s set in 1860s london, chan is a dom of course, jisung and changbin are dumb and dumber, are also massive cockblockers, some cliché scenes cause i’m a sucker for them, sexual! tension!, gore, foul language, making out, dirty talk, aggressiveness, semi-public fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe homies!!), oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, chan has a thing for being called his korean name, whack spelling for ‘cum’ as ‘come’ cause technically that word didn’t exist in 1860s, there is a plot so there will be build up

a / n > > so i went way over the 10k originally planned lmfaoooo but i hope y’all enjoy this oneshot! i worked my ass off on it and hopefully y’all can appreciate gang leader chan in 1860s london cause honestly i’m a 100% whore for that concept

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IT WAS A UNIVERSAL LAW THAT ONE MUST NEVER FUCK WITH CHRISTOPHER BANG. EVER.

Whatever charge you may have against him, it must be withdrawn. Whatever he had done to you — robbed you, murdered your son, destroyed your entire existence — it did not matter. There were always limits, and trying to challenge this specific criminal would only result in your undoing.

It seemed the target, cornered before you and the very man himself, did not fully understand this order.

Chris Bang, in all his midnight suited glory, took a step towards the cowering man, the ends of his longcoat trailing him in the air. His gloved hands locked behind his back, a grave curve of his lips as he addressed his next victim. “Mr. Shaw, we know you have the documents.”

This said Mr Shaw hastily shook his head, raising his hands in immediate surrender. “Please, Mr. Bang,” he whimpered. “I have no inkling of what you speak of!”

“Don’t you dare lie!” You interjected, sliding out your knife, pointing it towards him. “We received reports of you. Don’t you dare forget the monthly checks we’ve sent for its safekeeping!”

“I was taking care of it, Miss!” He backed further, until the wall of his office stopped his escape. “They came to the office though.”

“Who did?!” You demanded, but the way Chris’s hand fisted in irritancy answered your question.

The Mayor had taken their shares. Once again, the tyrant had robbed them off their fortune.

“Mr. Shaw,” the man beside you started. The raw, dark matter in his voice had the owner’s eyes widening in pure fear. “Who was it specifically?”

“A really large man, about seven foot for sure…God, he had cuts all over his face, slight stubble,” he answered, knees slightly shaking. “Please, Mr. Bang, I have a family, children who have not grown—”

“Why is it that whenever man is at his weakest he mentions his loved ones?” A few stray locks escaped from Chris’ raked hair, caressing the ragged scar from his brow down to his cheek. “Why do you think that I’ll suddenly take pity because you have others who will mourn your existence?”

These questions had the man collapsing, leaning completely against the wall for support. You stole a glance at Chris, wondering if he was now capable of extracting the very souls from men. “Do not keep toying with me, Shaw,” he warned, leaning in slightly. “I know you have information.”

A soft, helpless whine escaped from the owner of the building. “Then-they'll kill me,” he mumbled, looking up at the criminal with desperation. It was a shame that never worked on a man with no sympathy.

“I can kill you too,” Chris countered, and in a flash a sleek, pocket knife appeared in his gloved hand, and hovered it right under Shaw’s chin. “So how about you tell me what you know, and I can prolong your imminent end, hmm? Does that seem fair enough?”

You almost felt sorry for the man. “H-his men…” tears formed in his eyes. “His men kept calling him Carter.”

“Brilliant,” you muttered. ‘Scar’ Carter, the Mayor’s link to the crime world, the dirty dealings of London. Carter, the lapdog of the socialites. The most irritating, disgusting son of a bitch you had ever encountered.

“I see.” The knife stayed, caressing the manager’s skin. “Now I know they’re to sell the documents. The bastard is greedy.

“Question is, Shaw, where is the transaction going to take place?”

Dear God, the man looked as if he was about to piss his trousers. “The ball.” He tried to gulp, but felt the curve of the blade. “The Mayor’s brother is holding a masquerade ball in a few days, and Carter already had a client. They’re going to do the dealing there, I swear on my children!”

A harsh scoff emitted from the criminal. “You better hope for the sake of your sons that you aren’t lying.”

“Did you get the invitations?” You asked, eyes darting around the dirtied room, the messy desks and chairs lopsided from your searching.

“Yes, yes!” He pointed to a set of drawers. “There are two in there!”

You walked towards the destination, opening the drawers and sure enough, finding the gold-edged enveloped, addressed to Shaw and his wife. “Are your names inside too?”

“No, just the envelope, but that is not important! I promise!”

You pocketed the invitations inside your coat pocket, joining your leader’s side again. Chris, after a minute of heart-wrenching silence, stood up, freeing Shaw’s neck from the knife, sliding it within his belt.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” His eyes were still upon the man when he said, “Let us return.”

The both of you were ready to leave when you heard Shaw’s sudden protests.

“The Sons of Seoul, everybody!” He declared, almost hysterically. “Coming in, fucking everything up, and leaving as if nothing had ever happened!”

Chris paused in his tracks, a quiet stillness passing over his whole figure.

“What are you going to do now, Mr. Bang?” He hissed, slowly sliding up. “Are you going to infiltrate the biggest ball of the season? Create a bloodbath on the dance floor? It’s what you love to do so ardently, no?”

You heard the harsh spit smack on the office floor. “Stop meddling with the business of the British socialites. Go back to the gutter you crawled out of.” The next words overflowed with hatred. “Go back to where you really came from, you slit-eyed prick.”

Your eyes flashed in shock, swerving around to see the raging expression on Shaw’s beady little face. Fisting your hands, you were ready to knock him out when you felt the man beside you move.

Chris whirled around, eyes promising a horrifying future as he pounced upon the manager.

A yelp was heard as Chris’ fingers dug at the corner of Shaw's eyes, and relished the cries of terror as with a roar of his own, he squeezed with his thumb and forefinger, swelling the balls of vision from their sockets. With a loud pop! the two eyes tore from their origins, gooey residue trailing down his face as Christopher Bang palmed the two organs in his hands.

He observed his victim bellowing in pain as he fell to his knees, hands covering his bloodied sockets. A ghostly smirk accompanied his lips. "Better slit-eyes than none at all."

You had to suppress the severe shivers that threatened to break your stance.

Shaw broke the universal law. His undoing was inevitable.

He flung the eyes upon the owner, and turned on his heel, eerily cool as he walked out of the office, blood and goo still on his black gloves. Not a hair ruffled upon his pretty head.

You spared a look at the victim, crying out in infinite pain, hands on his sockets still. “Do not fuck with Christopher Bang,” was all you said, before following the devil out of the building.

The afternoon London heat hit you as you exited the offices, Chris waiting as he examined the filthy streets surrounding you. People of all classes strolled by, beggars on the street asking for two-pence, children selling newspapers down the corners, and carriages riding away on the wide roads. The man still did not clean his gloves from the mess, and you pointed this out as you arrived at his side.

“It does not bother me,” he waved you off, but you brought out your leather skin.

“Bring your hands out,” you ordered.

Chris scowled. “I said I’m alright,___.” He began walking forwards, towards your humble abode, not far away from your starting point. “Besides, whoever strolls past us, they’ll second guess their evil intentions against us.” You glanced over the strange looking fellows, scattered across the roads. “Shows I am not afraid to get my hands dirty.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled. “Dirty pig.”

You felt daggers glaring into you. “What did you say?”

“You heard me,” you said, turning a corner, already catching sight of the docks. “I expect this behaviour from Jisung. Perhaps even Changbin, but not from you.”

“Enough with this,” the man ordered, irritancy clear in his voice. Grumbling, you walked beside him in silence, the Thames entering your vision. You wished it would have radiated a rich, clear blue body of water, but from the stench which even reached your nose, it would be impossible. The river, a dump for the sewers, the rubbish disposed daily, was a toxic mass of water, and the cause of thousands dying from drinking its contents. When you first joined the Sons you nearly drank from the river, being saved only by Chris’ rough hand slapping the cup away. You remembered you received a harsh scolding from him that day, immediately providing you with clean water after to quench your thirst.

A small smile curved onto your lips at the memory.

“Hand it over.”

You perked your head up to see his filthy, gloved hands out. “What is it?” You asked.

“The water.”An irritated sigh escaped him. “I’ll clean the bloody gloves.”

Your smile grew as you handed him the leather skin. “But only because I don’t ever want to be associated with Jisung and Changbin,” he added, and you only laughed, watching the man rub the mess off his attire as you both arrived at the docks.

The first sounds heard were not of the boats bellowing at port, nor the waves lapping in underneath the stilts.

No, all you were welcomed with was a string of curses, spat by Seo Changbin.

“You fucking bastard, how dare you—”

“Here we go again,” you caught Chris muttering, who quickened his pace, thundering to where the two of his sidemen fought, caught in a scrap.

Han Jisung’s whines were carried through the river air, burning into your eardrums. “Bin, no, I said I’m sorry—!”

When you caught up to Chris, he opened his mouth, exasperation clear in his voice. “Boys!” He exclaimed.

Immediately the fighting ceased. The boys addressed, Changbin atop Jisung, ready to throw the final punch, turned back to see his leader scowling. Jisung let out a yelp, throwing the former from him and scrambling to his feet. Changbin followed suit, a little more slowly after rubbing his side in agony.

“Why the fuck,” Chris started, pointer finger darting between his two men, “Are you both fighting again?”

Changbin, fixing his ruined locks with his hand, shot his best friend a glare. “He took my fucking scones again.” He groaned, much too loud. “God, I specifically stored them in a place where no one would find them, but this greedy pig still managed to snuff them out!”

Jisung, a slender and more comical figure, crossed his arms, raising his chin in stubbornness. “I did not see a bloody name on them! Tell me Bin,” he matched his opponent’s stare. “Did you write down your name with blood-red ink across the scones? Because I certainly did not see the words Seo Changbin scrawled on the surface!”

“Argh!” The elder of the two turned his raging gaze towards the leader, who was watching his subordinates with slight distaste. “Chris, permission to cut off his tongue for being the bane of my existence?!”

Chris only stepped past them, heading for the big wooden table situated near the gang’s warehouse. The sounds of ships sailing in the dirty waters thrummed to the port, shouting heard all around over new, imported goods. “Another time, Changbin,” he only said, bringing out a chair and sitting down, propping an ankle over a knee. “I have encountered enough organ slicing for the day.”

Jisung’s face twisted in awed curiosity, settling himself down beside Chris. “Without me?” he let out a disappointed whine, turning to you. “I trusted you, at least!”

“I was surprised myself, Ji,” you argued, raising a hand towards the aloof man as you sat opposite your friend. “I didn’t know Chris gouged out Shaw’s eyes until they were in his hand!”

“You truly are a selfish man,” Changbin complained, plopping himself on the last seat. “Alway keeping the fun for yourself and ____.”

You did not really know why your face flushed a little at his charge, but you made sure to whack Changbin in the gut, earning a pained groan from the boy.

Chris locked his hands upon the table. “Well, gentlemen, then it is time for you to join in on the entertainment.”

The two boys exchanged confused glances. On cue, you brought out the pair of invitations within your coat pocket, tossing them to the table. “The Mayor’s brother is holding a ball,” you explained, rolling your eyes at the boys tearing open the envelopes, yanking out the oblong, cartridge paper, details inked with a precise hand. “Since it does not have names, anyone can enter the estate.”

Jisung let out an excited yell, grabbing onto Changbin’s arm. “Binnie, we can actually have some fun!”

“Not so fast, boys,” Chris said, tightening his gloves. “The invitations are not yours.”

Changbin’s face immediately fell. “Are you fucking kidding me—”

The elder held out a finger, silencing the complaints, but not the quiet grumbling of his members. “As I was saying,” he continued, hands interlocking once more, “____ and I will use the invitations to get inside, with the two of you as our bodyguards.”

“Marvellous!” Jisung exclaimed, sarcasm practically dripping on his words. “Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic!”

“Jisung,” Chris warned, “How about you clean the shit off the docks instead?”

“Chan,” you murmured, causing him to glance at you. His sour expression almost softened at the word, the name which only few have ever said to him. You pondered at the time the two boys, sat to your right, tried teasing him with this name, and nearly earned an ass-beating. You, on the other hand, rather liked the way the name sounded on your tongue.

Perhaps, you wished dearly, he liked the way it sounded on your tongue too.

The man, after a pause, averted his eyes from you, focusing them on his comrades. “You both can still enjoy the festivities, but you have to keep a low profile, because while ____ and I are socialising and distracting the guests, you both need to find Carter.”

“Is he at the party too?” Changbin propped his elbows on the table. “Lord above, I’ve been wanting to kick his arse for a while.”

“So you both just frivol away, then?” Jisung whined. “I want to drink and dance!”

“And you both will,” Chris persisted. “We all will keep a lookout for Carter and his dealings, and if any of us find him first, you report to me. At my signal, you and Changbin will break through their trade. I will be behind you as long as I slip away without anyone discovering our motives.”

You look to your leader. “There’s another problem.”

The three all turned to you. “If we are to go to the most lavish ball of the season, we certainly need to dress for it.” Suddenly, you sounded like a little girl when you pointed out, “I do not have a gown to wear for the evening.”

An eyebrow raised upon Chan’s face, while Changbin and Jisung snickered, puckering their lips. “Aww, poor little ____ has no lace to woo the rich men!”

You made to slap the pair’s arms and narrowly missed, glaring. “As if you animals have any decent attire to wear for the ball! When was the last time you wore a proper tailcoat?”

That was enough for their teasing to cease, but Changbin was adamant. “Don’t throw me in with Jisung! He doesn't even bother to shower!”

“Oi, you bastard!”

The pair were ready to fight once more when Chris cleared his throat.

“You’re right,____.”

A glance at the man who said it. “I have only seen you in stealth gear and rags, the first time I met you.” He leaned back in his creaking chair. “Perhaps it is time to flower you up a little.”

Jisung and Changbin were about to chuckle once again when you shot them a dirty look.

“I will order evening attire tomorrow,” Chris decided. “They will arrive on the day of the ball, which is adequate enough timing.

“Now,” he declared, standing. “Are we all aware of what we have to do?”

The two boys turned sheepishly to you, who sighed and addressed the leader. “You and I attend the ball with these two fools as our bodyguards—”

“Hey!”

“____!”

“We maintain a believable facade and enjoy ourselves while also looking out for Carter and the documents. Once we find out where he is, Changbin and Jisung take him away, and we slip out of the party unnoticed.”

Chris, after a pause, nodded, a ghost of a smile upon his lips. “Good girl.”

And just like that, he left the table, your eyes a little wide and heart a little raced.

When Chris retreated into the warehouse, the two boys turned their malicious gazes towards you, smirking much too wide for your liking.

“Do not,” you snapped, cheeks burning deeper, earning a smattering of laughter from the bastards.

“Whatever you say, good girl,” Changbin simpered, Jisung repeating the damned endearment until you hastily stood from your chair.

You rewarded them both with your middle finger before storming back into another warehouse, Chris’ words still engraved in your mind.

Just as Christopher Bang had predicted, the new attire arrived on the day of the ball.

More planning had been explained, more additions to the grand scheme of the evening which was mere hours away. The gang was ready, but you can never be perfectly anticipated for any ideas gone amiss.

You even taught Jisung and Changbin to dance, ranging from the Polka to the Viennese Waltz, which was popular amongst high society in the growing years of Queen Victoria’s reign. They were terrible at the start, both of them always falling on each other, but with hard effort they learned quickly, almost perfecting the art of leading your partner on the ballroom floor.

You had not bothered asking the other if he wished to learn. There was something about him which made you think that he could do anything. Not once had he ever doubted your theory.

It was as if there was nothing in the world he could not know like the back of his gloved hand.

Thoughts like these were what filled you with such awe for him. Such deep-rooted pride that you worked under this man. Those thoughts did, however, curve into darker corners — when his midnight-lined eyes and raven figure haunted you in restless nights.

You aggressively shook your head, swinging your legs over the dock. Sitting upon the wood, you watched the sun descend slowly, the stark yellows and whites of the sky beginning to darken. Ships docked and stayed, men with their filthy language and filthier intentions flocked outside, and strange women with too-tight corsets and lips too rosey, smirking at the newcomers, carrying out their own ways of living.

Sometimes, you’d watch this run-down life move on in this exact same spot, thanking the lucky stars for not being one of the boys with the weights on their backs, nor the girls with the untied top corsets. You thanked the same man, who brought you out of that hell, giving you the chance to fight all this wrong embedded in London.

You also thanked him, especially that day, for calling you that endearment.

God. The man was a criminal, yet you were the one being imprisoned.

“____!”

You turned, heaving to your feet when you see Jisung running to you, packages in his hands. “Your gown’s inside!” He exclaimed, gummy smile lighting up his entire face.

Throwing you the box, you caught it just before it flew into the Thames, shooting the boy a wary glare. “Careful,” you said, looking over the silk ribbon tied into a perfect bow upon the middle. Although there were greater happinesses in life, small ones such as new dresses had you in near giggles.

“I’ve got my very own tailcoat now,” Jisung yelled, ripping open the packaging, about to whip out his new clothing when you waved him to stop.

“Do it inside, Ji, or you’ll ruin your outfit!”

“Trust him to fuck up a perfectly new suit before trying it on,” Changbin’s voice drawled through the dock, who held a box of his own. “Also, the boss is saying to quit dallying and start dressing!”

You obliged, holding onto your box tenderly as you entered a little building beside the main warehouse, consisting of everyone’s rooms and privies. Your eyes glanced to Chris’ bedroom door before pushing open the door to yours, stepping inside to the small, yet decorated space, filled with a board of knives and bows displayed upon one wall and an erratic strokes of paint brushed along the textured surfaces, courtesy of Jisung and Changbin’s lack of motivation to finish your room. An undone bed was tucked into the corner, and a large mirror stood on its curled railing in the other corner, revealing yourself, hands underneath the package.

The sun fell further, sky being painted with dark oranges and purple and pinks, staining your bedroom the colours of soft autumn as you put your package on the bed, untying the ribbon and unboxing the whole treat.

The first glance of the dress had you smiling in pure incitement.

You brought the dress out of its box, letting it trail free right down to your toes, holding it to arm’s length to examine the details : it was a mysterious, dark red, a colour which instantly attracted attention within the golds of the ballroom. The neck line was low, dipping just enough to tempt until it swelled over for the openings for the arms, black ruffles on the fabric to accentuate off shoulders. The intricate, midnight detail was stitched to perfection, creating a network of swirls upon the bodice before flaring out into the wider skirts. Dear God, you had never seen such an exquisite dress on any noble lady in this damned city.

Your smile grew a little wider. Christopher Bang, once again, has not disappointed.

You turned it on it’s back, mouth parting in surprise at the silk lacing, undone and trailing down the dress, waiting to be tied and admired. Realising that we’re you to wear this, the entire ball would see your back half-exposed. Even the man you’re to be escorted with.

The thought alone made your insides sing.

Chris had ordered this dress. He knew what he was acquiring for you, what he asked you to dare.

Well, you were happy to oblige. Something within you wished to see his eyes blaze at you in the gown.

Closing the curtains of your room, you quickly lit up a metallic lamp, orange light leaking onto your dresser and walls. Setting the source upon a stool, you began shedding your coat, tossing it on the bed before going to the dresser.

You spent about ten minutes on your hair, lifting locks upward and curling them into a messy bun. You brought out clips of pearls, attaching them at the back of your hair, letting the few stray curls bounce along your ears and neck.

After finishing your hair you began shedding your clothing, excitement rushing in your gut at the thought of wearing the ballgown. When you were adorned in nothing but your underthings, you grabbed onto the arms of the new dress, entering one leg into the opening before sliding the other. You raised the gown, fitting the bodice upon yourself and the short sleeves cuffing just under your shoulders.

Looking over your shoulder at the back, it was bare before the mirror, saving your rear only with a small dip which was edged with more black lace. The laces for tightening the back still hung uselessly, begging to be entangled with their partners.

And you tried to oblige. You truly did, straining your hands behind your back and trying your hardest to tie the laces with the opposites, of creating a pattern adequate enough for the ball and announce your preparation. Unfortunately for you, your fingers refused to assist you that moment in the evening.

Letting out an irritated sigh, you called for your friends.

“Jisung!” you shouted, hands endeavouring still. “Changbin!”

Your back still to the door, you waited for the two fools to arrive, but no one came. Again, you called their names, but to no avail, only silence answering you.

“I swear to the Lord,” you muttered, arms now starting to hurt from the stretching. You were about to bring the warehouse down with your roar when you heard the door quietly creak open, the sound of boots emitting against the floor.

“Ah, finally,” you began as you turned around, hands clutching the bodice of the dress, ready to be irritated by your comrades when all words abandoned your tongue.

There, standing by the door, in all his midnight-tainted glory, was Chris Bang.

You hated how your eyes widened at the sight of him.

The man always took care of his appearance, but that evening he had truly outdone himself - His infamous woollen longcoat was hung over his arm, exposing his black tailcoat, shining slightly in the flickering lamp light. His waistcoat underneath fit snug, and his white cravat tie peaked just above the lapels, caressing his Adam’s apple. His raven locks were slicked back, a few stray flyaways drooping over his forehead. The gloves were worn still, skin never exposed.

You caught his eyes flicker, something within stirring at seeing you, holding onto your dress in case it fell to the floor. The prolonging silence was shattered when you forced yourself to speak.

“Chris,” you said, because his name was the first thing, the only thing you could comprehend.

He, too, inhaled, slowly. “Jisung and Changbin...they’re outside, so they could not hear.”

“Oh.”

Another round of silence. God, you wished you could just say something to him, anything which wasn’t a single syllable—

“____.”

You snapped into focus. “Yes?”

“Why did you call them?”

Blinking, you stumbled, “I, I just needed help with…” your hand gestured to your back. “...with the laces.��

There was an indecipherable undertone in his next words. “You could have called me.”

“You’re here now.”

Again. The world-heavy pause upon the both of you.

A few more seconds ticked by when Chris set his coat upon the dresser chair. His eyes never left yours.

“Turn around.”

You dragged your gaze away from his as you complied, baring your back before him, laces dangling. His footsteps sounded from behind you, and his presence was felt, large and magnetic.

Leather sliding from skin, you sensed his eyes on you, taking in your illuminated skin. You had the greatest urge to shiver, but suppressed it, waiting for his next move.

A small breath hitched in your throat when Chris grabbed onto the first pair of laces and tugged them back, pulling you to him.

Almost too conveniently, your rear backed against his crotch, and a minute noise escaped you before putting some distance between you two again. You instantly regretted the action, already missing the mere caress of what lay underneath his trousers.

“Stop fidgeting,____,” he ordered, and you immediately stilled, the tug still adamant at your back. Almost disgraceful how quickly you listened to him.

Slowly, he tied the first bow, right to the small of your back. When he started on the second, though, the first touch of his fingers against your back threw you off guard.

You should have expected this. You should have known from the start of his task that his fingers would graze your skin but each caress was like a lick of fire, threatening to singe the skin. Your breath caught in your throat, each time Chris touched you.

Those damned fingers skirted upwards, tying up the laces with such delicacy it nearly softened your stance, if only you didn’t notice his growing warmth. You realised with no small amount of pleasure that he, too, was possibly flustered.

Christopher Bang. Flustered over a girl.

You almost gasped when his hands brought a few stray curls over your shoulder, the dip of your neck exposed as he began the final bow of your gown. The process was excruciatingly slow, each little caress enough for you to turn around and—

And what?

How you desperately wanted to find out.

Sensing the ribbon curling upon your neck, you understood.

“It is done,” he whispered, and you shifted at the sigh which kissed your skin. God, he was so close, you were scared that if you turned around his lips—

You did not need to worry when you felt strong hands grip your shoulders, whirling you around in a sudden fashion. Your eyes widened at the close proximity of his face, his beautiful fucking face, and the warm, slender hands on your naked shoulders.

“Chan,” you let yourself say, and you swore the criminal’s eyes darkened. His grip on you tightened.

Perhaps he would have closed the distance, saved you from desperation when someone knocked on the goddamn door.

“___?!”

“Hurry up, the carriage is waiting!”

“Women, honestly—!”

You yelped at the sound of your friends bellowing behind the door. Even Chris looked a little surprised, a slight tick in his jaw as the noise grew louder.

Grabbing onto your skirts, you thundered towards the door, furrowing your brows as you twisted the knob, opening to see the same two idiots, shooting you irritated glares.

“Is Miss Fancy-Shmancy finally ready?” Changbin drawled, propping a hand upon his hip, tails of his coat dangling behind him.

“Madame certainly took her time,” Jisung went on, sauntering into your bedroom without a care. “Might as well not attend the ball at all—”

His incessant rambling was instantly ceased when he saw Chris standing before you, putting on his gloves. His face was impassive as ever, save for the jaw still tightened.

“Oh, Chris,” he said, and started backing away to the door. “The carriage is outside.”

“Let us go, then,” he only replied as he grabbed his longcoat, strolling out of your bedroom, leaving your skin tingling and heart confused.

Changbin watched Chris exit the building, turning to you with a raised brow. “What was the Mr. Thorns-up-his-arse doing in your room?”

You scoffed at the nickname, picking up the invitations from the dresser. “He was just helping me.”

Jisung’s lips curved into a smirk. “Helping you…?”

“Stop it!” You demanded, but both of the boys could see the blush on your cheeks, even from the dim lamp light.

“Come on, now,____,” Changbin said, holding out an arm, and hitting Jisung’s arm to do the same. “Let us follow Chris before he shouts at us for keeping you here.”

“Don’t say such things,” you cooed, looping your arms with the two boys. “He will kill you outright instead.”

Laughter emitted from the two, leading you out of the room, down the halls and soon the building.

The carriage was waiting at the entrance of the dock, horses neighing softly at your arrival. Jisung opened the carriage door, letting you climb inside. Chris, inside already, held out a hand, you taking it as he had you sit beside him. His hard figure brushed against your shoulders, reminding you of his fingers on your back not too long ago.

Just like that, you slumped against the seating. That man was truly going to be the death of you.

When the two boys scrambled inside, Chris’ hand thudded against the roof, indicating it to start riding. The carriage obliged to his command.

The small, interwoven streets widened as the carriage rode upon the main roads, going faster with each signal of Chris’ hand. The inside was alive with Jisung gloating shamelessly over his checkered waistcoat, with Changbin giving reassurances for his “ugly face ruining the clothing.” You laughed at every jab the two threw at each other, but would tense at the erratic touches Chris’ knee would send with every shake of the vehicle. Although the many layers of skirts cushioned these brushes, the blood rushing to your cheeks was evidence enough - everything he did made you so unhinged.

Soon, the big roads led from filthy, back-to-back housing to larger homes, the further the dirty central city strayed from you. A few touches of countryside teased your view when you saw mansions, estates the size of neighbourhoods gracing the surroundings. The carriage began to slow down, as more people adorned in fine attire entered your window view, no doubt going to the same destination as the gang.

The most illuminated estate welcomed you as the carriage stopped right before its vast, colourful gardens, smattering of couples taking intimate walks along the hedges. Chris, noticing the destination, opened the door, Changbin following suit. As the former got out he held out his hand to you. Surprised by his sudden manners, you took his hand, stepping down from the carriage, careful of your skirts as they brushed against the pavement. Jisung and Changbin were right beside you, uttering the driver to come back within a couple of hours.

“Now,” Chris began, bringing your hand to his arm. “You both stay behind me and ____. You wouldn’t need invitations if you both act like our bodyguards.”

“Right behind you, boss,” Jisung chanted, counting his knives inside his coat pockets. Changbin took one of the weapons from him, sliding it up his trouser sleeve, securing it with a leather ankle strap.

“Right.” the gang all looked at each other, silent understanding passing between all of you.

“Let’s ruffle some rich feathers.”

With your hand still on his arm, the leader of the Sons of Seoul led his gang inside of the massive estate.

Guards at the entrance shot you grave looks as they stopped you. “Invitations,” they said. You obliged, bringing out the golden paper. They looked over, convinced, and gave them back to you.

You and Chris were about to enter when Jisung and Changbin were stopped behind you. “Protection,” Chris said, but the guards were unconvinced.

“They need invitations too,” was their answer.

Dread, slight yet present, began to fill your stomach. Has the mission failed before it could even begin?

“I suggest you let them in, too,” Chris only said, black eyes piercing the two men with a glare. “Or my friend hosting this party will hear of this inconvenience.”

That seemed to stir the guards, for they said nothing more, letting your friends enter the estate. Jisung and Changbin made sure to smirk at the men before sauntering inside behind you.

Your eyes, upon stepping inside the main hall, were welcomed with paradise.

Gold. gold upon gold was painted, lined, moulded everywhere, upon the walls, on the floor, on the painted ceiling, hypnotising you with its kaleidoscopic pattern. Swirls of white and silver journeyed along the walls, and the floor bore solid treasures, sculpted into the ground and shining exquisitely from the chandelier lighting. Hundreds of lords and ladies, businessmen and escorts populated the manor, either being moved by the orchestral band, dancing, helping themselves to food from the lines of dishes or simply mingling among others.

It was the chaos of the rich. A place you didn’t quite fit in.

You stole a glance at the man beside you. Even though he looked contained as ever, you felt his arm tightening all over. Perhaps he knew he did not belong in this world either.

The grim understanding was cut off when Changbin’s shrill gulp sounded from behind you.

“Scones!”

The man immediately dashed towards the food section, earning blatant laughter from his friends as Jisung stepped beside Chris. “Once he’s done stuffing himself, we’ll get into positions.” He skirted his eyes over the buzzing crowd. “I have already spotted some of Carter’s men in different corners of the hall, so we can see where they’re going to go.”

“Any signs of Carter?” you asked, already feeling suggestive eyes on your body, the dark red curves of your figure.

“He’ll show himself soon,” Chris promised, beginning to take a step forward. “The bastard thrives in attention.” He turned to Jisung. “Make yourself scarce.”

He then saw Changbin making himself much too comfortable with the jam scones rapidly declining in his wake. “And for God’s sake, control Changbin.”

Jisung shook his head, mocking a salute before strolling to his friend. You and him were left to your own activities, and soon you felt the tug of his body, leading you further into the hall.

You looked up to see him scouring the room. His brows furrowed slightly, that stiffness felt underneath your fingertips. “Chris,” you called to him, and were answered with an uncertain stare.

“I’m alright,” he said, walking along the lines of the dance floor, looking away when he gave you the false assurance.

You did not know what was going on. In other missions his composure would never falter — this was what he was so notorious for, being calm despite the anarchy around him. Never before had you seen him so tense.

“Stop it.”

You blinked back into reality. “What?”

“You’re doing it again,” he hissed, raking his hand through his hair. “Looking at me that way. Like I’m about to snap.”

A pout formed on your lips, looking up at him underneath your lashes. “I can sense you’re distressed.” You squeezed his arm in comfort. “I cannot help if I worry for you, Chris.”

With small surprise, you found him soften, only slightly. “I just…” he sighed in exasperation. “I hate parties.”

You understood the connotations. Wealthy parties. The men and women who throw them.

“And I, too,” you agreed, earning a soft snort from the man. Your heart warmed a little at the sound, and thankfully the tension faded between the two of you, not necessarily from each other but from the socialites around you.

Your heart, however, received no such rest, beating much too loud for your liking.

The two of you took another turn of the room before a low, arrogant drawl paused you both in your tracks.

“Mr Christopher Bang.”

You and your leader both sighed simultaneously.

Turning, you tilted your head upwards to none other than ‘Scar’ Carter, smirking ridiculously down at the the two of you. He was something out of a children’s book, the grotesque villains with wanned skin and beady looks, ready to pounce and make you disappear without you ever realising. Although young, he looked to be in his mid-forties, unkept locks and curled moustache, being played by his fingers.

He held out his other hand, extending the smile to the man beside you. “Always a goddamned blessing to see you.”

Chris assessed his hand for a moment before he let go of your grip on his arm, slipping off his gloves. His own olive coloured hands were roughened, no doubt from years of manual labour. He took Carter’s hand, shaking the greeting in place, and the latter turned his enemy’s hold, looking over at the new image inked upon the hand.

“What is this, Chrissy?” He mused, the nickname causing the said-man’s lips to twitch. “Some flowery poetry?”

Your eyes strayed to what he meant; just under his thumb, where the joint began, was a tattoo, inked deeply in a cursive hand. It was a phrase you had never knew the meaning of, nor had you asked, but the Latin was beautiful on his textured skin.

NON DUCOR DUCO.

“Not poetry, Carter,” he only said, tracing his sole tattoo with a finger. “But something I live by.”

Despite Carter towering over the man, Chris Bang pinned him with a piercing glare. His signature phantom smile appeared on his lips.

“I am not led. I lead.”

The giant’s shit-eating grin faltered. You could not help but let a small chuckle escape at his reaction.

And maybe you shouldn’t have shown amusement, because when he focused his animalistic gaze upon you, you had the sudden urge to hold onto the man beside you again.

“Ah, Miss ____,” he jeered, mocking a deep bow which you did not return. “Chris’ little...protégée.”

He then held out his hand to you, and you knew it was not to shake the gnarled fingers. “Would you do me the honour of dancing with you?”

You scoffed, anger bubbling within your veins. How dare he even ask you, after all the trouble he had caused for the gang? Smirking as if it was all a little game.

Your mouth parted, ready to reject him outright when a warm hand settled on your back.

Chris’ fingers stroked the exposed skin, skirting over the lacing, and despite the heavenly feeling, you knew what this signal really meant.

Distraction. This would be the perfect opportunity to divert Carter’s attention while Chris joined in the other’s search. Listening to the instrumental, you realised that would spare them another five minutes.

Reigning in your fury, you offered the bastard a thin-lipped smile before taking his hand, already missing the mere touch of another seconds before.

Carter led you to the dance floor among the other dancers, you hardly radiating the same enthusiasm as the others accompanying you. The man’s other hand, one still holding yours, snaked around your waist, and you hated how it felt against your back, pure distaste staining your features as he tried to impersonate the idle lace curling that Chris did.

As if it physically hurt, you propped a hand upon his shoulder, and when the music began, the game started.

The giant kept ogling at you as the sly grin appeared on his lips. “I must say, I am very envious of Chris.”

You matched his stare. “Of course you would,” you only said, trying your best to sound like your leader, who was an embodiment of calmness. “You can never be the man Chris is.”

“Oh, I did not mean by what he is, my lady,” he corrected. “I meant by what he has.”

He pulled you to him, much to close, and you hissed as the fingers behind you played on your back. “He is much too lucky to possess a creature like you, Miss ____.”

Good God. If he endeavoured to make you as uncomfortable as possible, then he was doing a splendid job. You regretted ever listening to Chris, but for the plan, you will do what is necessary.

As if on cue, you felt dark, piercing eyes on you. By the little hairs which stood at the back of your neck, there was no doubt who watched over you, murmuring progress with Jisung as he sipped wine on a tightly held flute.

“Tell me, sweet,” he began once more, making you lose your thoughts, turning about the room as the music went on. “Why do you work for a man like him?”

You sighed at the question. Truly this man did not know how to initiate small talk. “Why is that any of your concern?”

“Because I’ve seen you in action,” he answered, and you could not mistake the awe that threatened to expose in his voice. “You have incredible potential, my lady, and it pains me that Chris does not use you properly. You waste your efforts in a silly gang.”

His condescending speech made you dig his nails in his hand. “Careful, Carter,” you seethed, watching his face crumple in pain from your action. “The silly gang you speak of will not hesitate to obliterate your entire organisation. And neither will I.”

Rage flashed in his eyes as he grinned at your claim. “I doubt the esteemed Christopher Bang would even let you participate,” he drawled, grazing his fingers against your back. “You being his whore is enough for him.”

You parted your mouth in slight shock. The reaction quickly evaporated with pure, unadulterated fury. A lot of people speculate your true relationship with Chris, but your own demeaning always struck deep. How dare people think that you only have the power you have because you slept with the greatest criminal in the city?

With your head raging, you sent your low heel down upon Carter’s boot, a yelp escaping the man as his dancing faltered, grip on you loosening. Fortunately for you, the orchestra smoothed their music to a close, and small applause rang around the room, you joining as you smiled at Carter’s slight groaning.

When the giant looked at you again, all his arrogance was gone, instead a face of wrath. “You bitch-”

You were sure he was going to strike, despite hundreds in the ballroom. Even your smug demeanour dampened when you saw his bear-like hand raise when its journey was paused.

Ceased completely as Chris’ hand wrapped around Carter’s wrists.

Your leader’s smile was sharp, like a decorated dagger. “Are you already creating a scene, just when you finished the first dance?”

Carter, dumbfounded by his enemy’s sudden presence, waved off the foreign grip on his hand. “You are never going to find the documents,” he crowed, glaring at the two of you.

Chris, the magnificent bastard, only kept his magnetic smirk as he took your hand, enveloping his fingers with yours. “We shall see about that,” he promised, and dipped his head in adieu, turning on his heel and taking you with him.

You felt your heart flutter when his grip on you stayed, even when Carter stomped off into the crowd. “Bastard,” you hissed. A hum of agreement followed.

Soon, music began to play a sensual tune, and you looked to the couples joining in the main circle of the floor. You made to leave that area when you felt the man refused to be led.

You looked back, noticing an uncertain emotion swirling in his eyes. “The dance is about to begin.”

“So?” he merely said, hands still clasping yours. The people around you began to take positions.

“Chris,” you got out. “You do not dance.”

A small smile enveloped his mouth at the claim. He answered in wrapping a hand around you, making you suck in a breath. You caught sight of the tattoo inked on his skin as he raised his hold on. NON DUCOR DUCO.

I am not led. I lead.

“You’re right,” he admitted. As the first tune of the violin settled in the ballroom, the man took a step. “But I let it slide on special occasions.”

You did not reply, only staring at him as you happily let him turn you about the dance floor.

Your assumptions were correct - Chris Bang was a wonderful dancer. The man already possessed a natural smoothness in his usual movement, but the way he led you across the room gave fluidity another meaning entirely. His hand on your back was an anchor to reality, keeping you from dreaming away in the skies above, and his fingers, interlocked with yours, were a silent promise that he was never letting you go.

You were so caught up in your fantasies that you did not hear what Chris said until he called your name.

“____.”

You perked up, raising your brows. “Yes?

“Did Carter say anything to you?” His fingers on your exposed skin began to caress you, and it took a lot within you to stay calm. “You were seething while you both danced.”

Oh, so he was watching you. The information didn’t help your nerves. “He was being his usual, charming self,” you drawled, careful of your feet.

He paused a bit at your unhelpful answer. “I see,” he got out, index curling with the ribbon of your back. You let out a shuddered breath, not going unnoticed by the man.

You changed the subject, focusing on the mission. “Are Jisung and Changbin still searching for the documents?”

Chris, on the note, twirled you delicately, and brought you back into his arms. “They have discovered the hideout, and have taken down half the men,” he informed, and you sighed in relief. “They’ll find what we’re looking for soon.”

“I hope so, too,” you murmured, listening to the music ascend in its pitch.

So much finery radiated in this room. As your eyes drifted to the surroundings once more, you became slightly envious of the family fortunate enough to reside in this estate, and drink in the liquid gold splattered everywhere in the vast hall. Complaints were heard from a rather nasty woman, who screamed at a young servant for spilling wine on her oh so expensive dress, and the jewellery which glittered upon necks and ears.

This. you hated this. Despised the wealth which accumulated in this ball, this entire neighbourhood. Not months ago you were about to die from the lack of food in your stomach. No doubt these people simply relished another one of these many balls, occurring every season.

It was the only reason the Sons of Seoul existed in the first place. To battle the ranks of the rich, and establish a sense of justice which had long faded from London.

Perhaps Chris sensed your growing disgust at the environment, for he sighed. “I hate these people.”

You nearly smiled at how similar you both think.

His touches still had you nearing closer to him as he continued, “I hate how everyone here can simply enjoy themselves without a care in the world. I hate the Mayor for letting this chaos happen as he sits back on his arse, corruption spiking under his office.”

His anger grew. “I hate that pig-headed prick Carter and all the trouble he’s brought me. I hate that he stole those documents and constantly fucks with me as if we two had not crawled out of the same hellhole.

“And God,” he snapped, pure venom now lacing his tongue, “I hate how he was touching you as if you were no one but his.”

Your eyes widened at the confession.

He groaned out in frustration, fingers tightening on your hand. “I hate how Jisung and Changbin walked in on us this evening. Despise that the moment I was about to close the distance they burst through the door, leaving me helpless. And I hate feeling helpless.”

You did not know what to say, what words to comfort him with. Not when you were thinking the exact same thing, and felt the exact same agitation, particularly at your core.

The man leaned in, eyes heavy lidded. “You know what I hate the most, ____?”

Gulping, you let out a little, “What?” afraid of what he was going to reveal.

His tongue ran along his bottom lip, fingers continuing their teasing.

“I-” he seethed, gripping your back tightly. “Fuck, I hate how ravishing you look in that dress.”

You parted your mouth in shock, blushing the colour of roses. “Why do you hate that?” you only asked, breath almost lost in your lungs as your blood began to thrum beneath your skin.

His eyes lost all dreamy light when a small curve enveloped his lips. “Because, my dear ____,” he muttered hoarsely, each breath ragged, “It makes me think of all the things I want to do to you.”

The strong hand on his back was felt much more, fingers playing with the laces of your dress. You nearly cried out in front of a hundred people over their idle play, and his bold, bold statement.

Chris relished in your whimpering reaction. “Aren’t you going to ask me?” he whispered, leaning in till his mouth hovered near your ear. “Do you not want to know what I wish to do to you?”

“What,” you rasped out, grip tightening over his neck. “What are you going to do?”

His husky chuckling nearly sent you over the edge. “I’ll find a nice little space, away from Carter and all these people,” he began, breath caressing your skin. “Then I’ll kiss you slowly, like so.” he pressed a chaste kiss underneath your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “These hands of mine will roam all over, but they will gladly trail up your legs, ____.

“And God, when my hands stop at your sopping cunt, I’ll make it cry with my fingers.” He drummed his fingers on your back. “One.” Tap. “Two.” Tap. “Three of them.” Tap. “Perhaps you’d like more.”

You whined into his shoulder, feet stumbling as you clung onto him tighter. “M-more,” you pleaded quietly, so careful to keep dancing, move along to the music.

“Of course you would,” he only cooed in your ear, and you were scared you would collapse over his words. “Luckily for you, I wouldn’t be finished with you either.”

Your hand, clasped in his his, squeezed at his words. “Chris, please—”

“Yes, just like that,” the man mused, whirling you on the dance floor. “Just like that, you’ll beg me to send you over the edge, but I won’t let you be satisfied so easily.”

On God and all his subjects, if he did not cease his filth you were going to come onto the floor by his mere words. You could tell Chris noticed, almost reading your mind as the ghost of a smirk widened. “Already afraid, love?”

Love.

Dear, fucking God.

“You see, ____,” he muttered, leading you to the final round of the song, the steps of the dance going faster. “I won’t let you be satiated with just my fingers.”

And as he broke his hold on you, twirling you with his tattooed hand, he pulled you to him, one last time, crushing you against his granite chest.

His eyes bore into yours when the last string of the violin wailed around the hall. All you could see was pure, unadulterated desire.

“I will have you writhing with my cock.”

Your eyes never left Chris’ as the music finally came to a close, gaze blurring at the dark promise. Applause scattered around the ballroom, yet your hands stayed upon his arm, the other enveloped in his.

You caught the words once more under his thumb. NON DUCOR DUCO.

Indeed you do.

“Chris,” you breathed out, waiting for him to let you go. He did no such thing.

Feeling a few suspicious eyes on you, your feet backed away from the man, hands escaping the feeling he emitted underneath your touch.

A whine threatened to escape you when you saw his desire had not dampened. His hands shook, only slightly, and your stomach erupted into a million butterflies, journeying lower and lower.

You wanted him. You wanted him so badly you feared you would faint on the dance floor.

Excusing yourself, you hastened your footsteps, sending a few smiles to passerbys as you picked up a flute of champagne, hurrying down long hallways, catching a few couples leaning towards each other. When you found a grand wooden cabinet beside another door, no doubt a guest room, you slumped next to it, breathing loud and ragged, too affected by a certain man’s eyes and the hidden intentions underneath. You drank the entire champagne in one gulp, propping the flute on a servant’s tray as he rushed by.

“____!”

Gasping, you turned to the source of the voice. The voice which filled you with such unexplainable hunger you had to clench your thighs as it drew nearer.

Footsteps thudded against the carpet, and you squirmed at the sight of Chris Bang, storming towards you with a ferocity which had your knees near buckling.

“Where,” he began, voice an octave lower as he stood not a foot from you, smacking his hands against the wall, caging you with his presence. “Were you trying to lead me?”

“Somewhere where they cannot see us,” you responded, excitement clear in your voice. The ballroom chatter was still within your range, so technically, anyone could wonder down these halls, look over the cabinet and catch you both.

The throbbing inside you didn’t particularly care.

“And what do you want me to do,____,” he murmured, and his voice was glazed with pure lust, “Which the world cannot see?”

“I…” slight shame tried to course through your body but the overflowing desire was too strong. Not when your tongue was not afraid to voice what was in your heart the moment you first saw him. “I want you to do all those things you said. I want you to ruin me.”

And perhaps that was all he needed, when Christopher Bang pressed his lips against yours and answered your prayers.

He was instantly rewarded with your surprised whine, drowned out by the movement of his mouth as his hands left the wall, holding onto your face. His thumbs caressed your cheeks as he led the fiery kiss, opening your mouth to let the little noises escape.

“Chris,” you tried to rasp out, but his lips refused once more as he tilted your head, gaining full access and truly discovering the sheer pleasure oozing from the swell of your lips. God, he had gone through every experience which gave him a sense of thrill, but the kiss he shared with you brought him a new, foreign high — as if he tried the drugs he had seen on the streets for the first time, and becoming addicted on the first dose.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air as the two of you shared a carnal gaze, chests rising at an unsteady rhythm. Chris was ruthless, only sparing you for a few seconds before pouncing back in on your mouth, this time tongue playing along, asking to be let inside and slide along the inner workings. You would have been a fool to refuse him.

The moment you opened your lips for him his tongue slithered inside, sliding it along the roof of your mouth, while his hands left your face and instead gripped onto your waist, driving you further against the wall, snuffing out any distance which dared come between you and him.

A slightly moan bubbled within your throat when he began to roughen your lips, capturing your tongue before closing the seam of your mouth within his own, repeating the action until you didn’t know whether you were sane or absolutely fucking crazy.

You were sure straight after when one of his hands began sliding down. Down. He hurriedly broke the kiss, letting out an angry groan at the never ending skirts which met with his fingers. “Fuck this dress,” he cursed as he descended a little, peppering kisses upon the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck, trailing until he found the hem of your skirts.

Bunching them up with his one hand, he lifted the fabric, baring your legs to the dimmed chandelier light from the main hall. His hand trailed right up to your core, a single layer hiding it from Chris’ fingers. The poor, soaked fabric could not ever compete, when the criminal, with a single finger as he scattered kisses upon your face, hooked under the lacey underwear, sliding it down your thighs. So much desperation lurked he did not even bother to slide it down to your ankles, a chuckle rasping out of him as his fingers skimmed your upper thighs to find them dripping with the suppressed arousal.

“My poor, poor, darling,” he whispered in a menacing tone, the other hand caressing your face, “Couldn’t contain yourself for me?”

“Ch-chan,” you heard yourself say, because at this point your soul was not present, probably lurking in seventh heaven where this man was taking you.

Hearing his name on your slurred mouth only had him plunging the first finger inside you.

You let out an obscenely loud moan, which was immediately followed by hushing. “Don’t make a sound,” he demanded, smiling slyly at your whimpering, “Or else I stop. Understand?”

You could not nod fast enough, and he huffed out a laugh before sliding the second finger in, rubbing against your slit, drawing circles upon your throbbing skin, testing the rather sticky waters of you and your fucked out state.

Satisfied, he delved the two fingers in deeper, pulsating against your walls until they hit a certain spot which had you crying out in pleasure. Chris’ heavy lidded warning flashed in his eyes.

You nearly cried when he began to slide his fingers out over your moaning, your hand immediately stopping him from pulling out further. “Ch-Chan,” you pleaded, pleaded like the whores you heard on the docks, but you didn’t care, did not give a single fuck when those fingers needed to be inside you again. “Chan, please, I’m sorry—”

“One more fuck up, ____, and these—” his fingers plunged back into you once more, hitching you upwards with the sheer force, “—will be back out.”

Nodding hastily, you left your hand on his wrist. Chris continued to work so deliciously inside you that it took every ounce of strength left in you not to bring the manor down with your moaning. The whimpering could not be contained, but the criminal let that slide, finding great contentment every time you begged for more.

He curled his slender fingers, acquainting himself with that same bloody spot which had you seeing stars. Your hands gripped onto his neck for stability, nails digging into his shirt. How you wanted it off, along with all the damned layers he adorned.

The way he played with your sweet spot had you feeling heavy, a pleasured ball of pain forming at your lower back. You knew you were being led to an edge, an edge you could not, did not want to escape, and when you pulled away from Chris, looking into his eyes, he instantly understood.

“Oh my, love,” he simpered, his free hand thumbing your cheek. “Does someone want to get fucked against the wall? When I’m not even finished with them yet?”

Tears lined your eyes, cunt throbbing almost painfully around his fingers. “Chan, I’m going to—ah!” you cut off, closing your eyes as you barely held on to your last grips of sanity. “Chan.”

Your weakened, fucked out demeanour had the most dangerous man in London fearing for his own senses. He wished nothing more than you screaming his name for the whole city to hear, and with you, looking at him like that…

Oh, he was definitely going to drive you over the edge.

Christopher Bang nearly carried out his promise when a shrill call interrupted you two.

“CHRIS! ____!”

“WHERE ARE YOU—?”

Your lust-glazed stare cracked as you blinked. “Chan,” you said his name, but the man let out an enraged roar. You felt the hollow emptiness when those golden fingers were pulled out of you, sticky residue coating his skin. The footsteps grew closer, the volume of the shouting increasing.

Chris brought out a white handkerchief, cleaning your mess on his fingers rather aggressively. “I’m going to fucking kill them,” he guttered out, making your legs tremble. To your utmost misery you felt the orgasm, so close before, fading from existence, and you made a silent vow to break Jisung and Changbin’s legs the moment all of this was over.

Speaking of the Devil, the two hastened, opening all doors and closing them till the two stumbled upon the both of you, infuriated and worryingly turned on.

Changbin looked at the deflated expression on both of yours faces. “Chris? ____?” His eyes narrowed, trying to work out the reasons for the slight electric atmosphere he suddenly entered in. “Are you both...alright?”

“Perfectly,” the man answered in a ragged hiss, sliding on his gloves again, smoothing over his raven locks. “Now why the fuck are you both here?”

The two boys did not understand their leader’s anger. Choosing to let the snipe slide, Jisung said, “We’ve caught Carter.”

That seemed to send you and Chris back in reality. Well, not really, when your core still throbbed, the pleasure fading with each passing second.

“Where is he?” Chris flattened out his coat. “Where are the documents?”

Changbin brought out a small file from inside his waistcoat, holding it out for the former. “Right here.”

Chris took the file, skimming through the contents. His previously angered expression relaxed, just a fraction, and he held onto it as he set his powerful gaze on you all.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

The four of you managed to slip away easily, you trying your hardest to fix yourself after the whole fiasco in the hallway. Your heart was still running a mile per minute, refusing to calm as your mind relived the events. The original carriage which you all arrived in was now accompanied with another one, with a dark figure hunched over from the window’s view.

“We threw the giant fucker in another carriage,” Changbin said, laughing as he recalled the takedown with Jisung. “Man could not believe he was failing!”

Chris ignored his story, turning to you all as he stood before Carter’s carriage. “You three, take the free one,” he ordered, his eyes rooted on you. “I will journey home with him.”

“But Chris,” you began, taking a step towards him, “Let me come with you.”

You caught a glimpse of the desire which swirled in his eyes, not long ago, and perhaps that was why he held your arm in his now gloved hand.

“Go,” he only said. “I have a few things to say to him alone.”

After letting you go, nodding at the boys behind you, Chris Bang stepped inside the first carriage, slamming the door shut. The metal wheels screeched as the whole thing began to move, accelerating away.

You watched the carriage fade from view, Jisung and Changbin stepping beside you.

“What happened, ____?” the former asked, the other trying to comfort you with his gaze.

Silence was their only answer, as you turned on your heel, climbing inside your designated ride and watched the stars twinkle from the window.

The two members of the gang really tried their best.

As you all journeyed home without your leader, the pair told their tale of how they took down Carter and his men, Jisung adding exaggerated gasps as Changbin demonstrated each kill he thrust upon his victims. You offered them a few laughs, giving them your attention, but really your mind was somewhere else, specifically a midnight-tainted criminal who nearly brought you your undoing.

You were insane. Insane as you thought of him, insane as you remembered how wonderfully he had you writhing over him, just by his fingers. The mindless pondering alone had your cunt pulsating, and you deserved an award for how unaffected you acted with your friends.

Soon, the carriage slowed to a stop, and you perked up, not realising you had already arrived home.

You waited for the boys to exit before you stepped out of the carriage, the only light on the docks emitting from lamps and the night sky, reflected on the surface of the river. The first carriage was already there when your feet met the concrete floor, and when you turned to the man who reigned in your mind he had his signature expression, an aloof distaste as he walked over to his gang.

“Jisung, Changbin,” he called, and the boys responded. “Lock the carriage door,” he ordered, jerking his chin towards his transport. “We will bring him out in the morning.”

“Chris, should we not throw him in the cellar?” Changbin glared at Carter’s direction. “Bastard might escape.”

He only slid his hands in his pockets, you catching the dried blood on his gloves. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he said, striking a step towards the building. “He’s not going to disturb us tonight. I can promise you that.”

Jisung cursed low along with you, only watching the man walk back to the bedrooms. Bidding goodnight to your friends, you followed Chris’ trail, opening the door and stepping inside the hallway.

You saw him before his bedroom door, bringing out a rusted key. His eyes slid to you as your feet brought you to your entrance. You looked back, waiting as Chris unlocked his room and began to enter.

He turned back, something dark and twisted still lurking in his eyes.

You waited, so patiently at the words you wished to hear, of him finally ruining you.

Instead, you received something else entirely.

“Goodnight, ____.”

And closed the door behind him.

Your heart dropped.

Fell to the floor, and shattered under the criminal’s bloodied boots.

The light of the hallway flickered as you stood rooted to the doorway, eyes staring at Chris’ door as if looking at it hard enough would get him to change his mind.

What did you know. The man is not led by exterior forces. Only by his own will.

When you gathered up the strength to the slam the door shut, you slumped against the wood, hating yourself for the tears which threatened to break the lines of your eyes. This was pathetic — utterly disgusting that you were about to cry over his decision.

But you could not help it. You were so enraptured by him. Hell, you were ready to throw yourself in the fires of damnation for him, as he whispered filth all the while rutting against you. Why had that suddenly changed?

“Argh!” You screamed, stomping over to the lamp, light now long extinguished. You relit it’s spark, illuminating the room once more, and set it on the stool before recklessly plucking out the pearls in your hair, a few tears daring to trail down your cheeks.

Fuck him. Fuck him for making you so rattled. Fuck him for having that effect on you.

You looked into your mirror and cursing yourself for the disheveled appearance. Again, the consequences for letting yourself fall for him.

“To hell with you Bang Chan,” you cursed.

You were about to untie your dress when your bedroom door was nearly ripped off its hinges.

Flinching, you grabbed the dagger on your dresser, raised to cut down whoever stupid enough to barge in on an assassin at midnight.

You were met with Christopher Bang.

And the disorder he brought with him.

Chaos reigned in his figure; his tousled locks, his star-struck expression, his rolled-up sleeves and his pandemonic eyes, all working together and against each other to create the man you had never seen in your life.

Good God. What had happened to him?

“Chan?” You got out, dagger now brought down. He said not a single word in response as he slammed the door shut, hard enough for the entirety of London to hear.

Instead, he imprisoned you with his stare, almost giving you his chaos. The chaos you had always shared with him since the moment he picked you off the streets.

No, he said not one word — only took the steps needed to march towards you. You could only watch with widening eyes when he grabbed your face in his rugged hands and collided his lips against yours.

You did not even hesitate to comply, hands grabbing onto his shirt, pulling him as close as you possibly could, so afraid that he would disappear from your grip if you dared let go. With the way he moved his mouth along yours, however, already opening up the familiar workings, you had a feeling he was not going to abandon you now.

When he broke away, breathing already erratic, his hands slid down to your neck, thumbs caressing the length of your throat. “I couldn’t,” he started, and he was sprinkling kisses all over your face. “I couldn’t leave.”

“I was scared, Chan,” you confessed, fisting the material harder. “I thought you truly did.”

His eyes focused on you. Within the turmoil, there was a promise. “Never,” he whispered, leaning in. “Never again.”

And suddenly his lips were on you, and the desperation was so rooted he nearly stole the very breath from your lungs. The sheer intensity, the longing implied broke your heart to the point you attached yourself to him, wrapping your arms around him and refusing to ever let him go.

The rather soft kiss began to heat up, as Chris broke the seam of your lips, swirling your tongue in his, already receiving incoherent praise from deep down your throat, making the man smile against his lips as he continued.

His hands slid further down, right to the small of your back, where he began to untie all the little bows he created for you at the dawn of the evening, the little touches of fire singeing you still. It was fascinating how effortlessly he loosened all the laces, fingers sliding through the patterns until one by one they fluttered down, until the dark red dress slackened around your chest.

A small gasp escaped you as Chris, while creating a trail of kisses down your jaw, right down to your neck, grabs the dress from your sides, hitching it down until it falls to the floor. Leaving you practically naked save for the scraps covering your dangerously soiled underwear.

Chris paused from his ravishing, taking a much too long look at your skin, glowing from the lamp light, and before he could stare any longer you brought your arms to your chest, suddenly becoming a little too embarassed to let him see you at your most vulnerable.

The supposedly unfeeling criminal, however, nearly broke into a smile at your flustered nature, and grabbed onto your wrists, opening the lock to your breasts, peaked by his actions, and the thought of what was to come.

The soiled underwear was about to drip at this point.

“You’re exquisite,” was all he said, making you almost burst into tears at the praise. You pressed a long, heart shattering kiss upon his mouth, and he responded perfectly, hands sliding to your naked waist, each drum of his fingers like a tug towards a dangerous edge.

Things began to take a turn, open mouthed kisses being plastered on the skin of your throat as the man pushed you back, further and further until the back of your knees hit the bed, stopping you in his tracks. His grip on your waist directed downwards, planting you on the mattress as his mouth descended to your collarbone, down and down until he licked your peaked nipple in a way that had you moaning obscenely loud. His husky chuckle resonated along your skin, still not pausing his trail until he hit the end of the dip of your cunt, barricaded by the fabric.

The moment he looked up at you, that alone made you nearly undo yourself. By the increasing volume of your breathing, Chris seemed to realise so too.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he got out, watching you whimper at each touch caressing your hips. “Already about to come when I haven’t even done anything?”

“Ch-Chan,” you pleaded, wishing for those damned fingers of his to plunge inside of you. The son of a bitch was taking his time, making you wait knowing it pained you to stay like this. “Chan—”

His name on your tongue had him gritting his teeth, hands on each of your side grabbing onto your lace, and sliding your underwear down, all the way till it fell free from your legs and threw it across the room, forgotten when Chris parted his mouth at the moistened treasure between your legs.

Those roughened hands steeled their grip on your thighs, pulling you closer till you sat right on the edge of the bed, cunt mere inches from his face. You could not even comprehend the insanity of this situation, that the hidden fantasies you dreamed of shamelessly were morphing into reality right before your eyes.

“So, so pretty,” he murmured, blowing a little air on your slick folds, earning himself a sucked in breath from his truly. “So pretty and wet, and all because of me.”

You let out a ragged breath, words of filth sounding so foreign on his tongue. It was not like he didn’t talk like the sailors living near you on the docks, but these dirty words and dirtier intentions, now all directed at you, made you feel so flustered, in a wondrous way you could not possibly describe. All you wanted was for him to keep singing this filth till you blacked out.

Chris, with the force of his hands, spread your thighs a little wider, and without warning broke his tongue from the seam of his lips, planting it upon your slit and moving it slowly over the surface.

That alone made you cry out in ecstasy.

But that was only a test, a taking on of foreign surroundings before truly welcoming himself, and by God, did he welcome himself in as more than a guest, when that tongue slid deeper and performed strokes which had you seeing all the stars in the universe.

What was first slow teasing then became a starved hunt, tongue relishing in the sweet arousal you emitted, lapping it up brazenly as if he had been wanting to do this for a long, long time. Your blubbering grew louder with every lick, fisting the sheets behind you with such ferocity you were sure they’d tear.

And if that wasn’t painstakingly enough, the man spread your legs a little wider, his tattooed hand, two fingers out, sliding straight inside you, making you mewl at the way they tightened they walls they journeyed in. Curling, just like they did earlier in the evening, they took their time finding the certain little spot which had you bringing the house down with your cries.

“Ch-Chan, please, please, I’m going to—AH!” You rasped out, when the said-criminal found the sweet little undoing of yours and stroked your fingers along the sensitive spot, making that bundle of pleasure resonating in your back appear once more, like a low throbbing begging to be released.

His tongue had not given you any breaks, still working ruthlessly along your clit and you cried for him to give you that sweet release, to just let you come but he had not let you be satisfied this easily. No, he wanted you writhing underneath him, wanted the final ruination to be from underneath his trousers, angered as it outlined against his leather.

You craned your head back, screaming out his name because you knew all else had abandoned you. “Chan!” Looking down, his mouth very much occupied with your cunt. Your orgasm was reaching, was on the very edge, and if he kept working on you like this he was on his way to taste the consequences of his actions.

Something about that image made you want it as a reality with a worryingly strong intensity.

“Chan, I’m going to—” you were about to warn but were interrupted by a squeeze of your thigh, done by yours truly as if he knew. And as if he knew, the two fingers began pumping much faster, harmonising along with his tongue, and the two actions at once, fucking you with that rapidity was so pleasurable that, with the first earth-shattering cry of the night, you were driven over the edge, releasing your orgasm straight into the criminal’s face.

You felt the work of his fingers slow down, along with his tongue, that with one, final lick, he retreated from your cunt, fingers still inside you as they comforted your aching core with slow, soothing strokes.

When he looked up at you, though, with your residue mostly upon his mouth, scattered on his cheeks, and basically a bit of everywhere, that sight alone nearly caused you to come all over again.

Perhaps that was his intentions.

Because when he licked his lips clean of your mess, ever so slowly, as if enjoying your orgasm like a man starved, you instantly saw in his eyes that this night was not over yet.

“Already so good, so wonderful,” he mused, slipping his fingers out, both hands now resting on your thighs. “Coming so quick even though I had been saving for the last.”

You knew exactly what he meant, but still had the nerve to ask, “The last?”

He raised a groomed brow, and that gesture was so breathtaking, more so when he raised himself slightly, so he knelt eye-level to you. “Don’t act oblivious, love,” he mused, leaving your thighs to your disappointment, but quickly diminishing when his fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt, slowly popping upon, each patch of skin being revealed like a show of your own. “We both know this isn’t how it’s going to end.”

Shivers crawled down your spine, but you only watched as the man finished undoing his shirt, peeling it off of him and throwing it amongst the other clothing. You nearly let spit trail down your chin at the sheer finery of his muscle alone, sharpened at his arms, his chest all the way down to his v-line, which dipped dangerously low. With no small amount of pride, you also noticed the large, angry outline of Chris’ cock, begging to be set free.

The man caught you blatantly staring, and a shit-eating grin twisted his glistening lips. “You may do the honours if you’re so keen.”

Blushing, you mumbled a shut up, but was captured by Chris’ lips, tasting your own arousal on his tongue, as his grip on you led you further into the bed, while you fumbled on the buttons of his trousers, popping them open one by one when you broke from the kiss, your turn to shower him with more along the veiny expanse of his neck as you pulled his trousers down, tossing them among the pile.

When you saw the slight-stained underwear of his, you felt the familiar throbbing again, so affected by how you affected him. Noticing your apparent pride, he pressed his lips upon you in a searing kiss, peeling off any last scrap of clothing and forgetting that too among the other clothing.

And by God, when Chris Bang’s cock escaped from his underthings your mouth actually watered at the sheer size it bore. Husky laughter resonated in your ears, and you flushed the colour of blood when he caught you staring much too audaciously than he would have imagined.

“Already fantasising about my cock?” He slurred, the tattooed hand curling stray hairs from your sweat-slick, flushed face. The way you scrunched your nose, clearly flustered by his comment, melted his stone cold heart, as he caressed your cheeks with his fingers.

You did not answer him, only whispering his name along his skin, waiting and waiting for the man to drive that force home inside you. “Chan,” you murmured, and the name you kept saying like a religious chant, like it was the only word that mattered, was what brought him to grip his cock, directing it against your entrance, the still slick folds which grew more wet every time the tip caressed the sensitive skin. “Chan, please—”

“Please what?” He demanded, demanded because he needed to hear you precisely want you wanted. The words he practically prayed would be on your tongue the moment he kissed you for the first time this evening.

Obliging him was like second nature. “Please fuck me, Chan,” you breathed out, holding onto his shoulders, knowing you were going to need a hell of a good grip for what was about to arrive. “Please, just ruin me with your cock.”

A malicious smile curled upon his lips. “Good, good girl,” he purred, and began the descend which you dreamed of the very first night you realised you were ridiculously attracted to him.

His cock slid inside you, and with a soul-wrenching whine, was perfectly snug as the journey went on, and on, and on, until you were certain you could not take anymore, despite the man retaining a few inches. He was slow at first, making sure you were not going to be pained by this action. Although your nails dug into the granite muscle of his shoulders, you only egged him on. “M-more,” you only said, and he readily obliged, until you felt him all around you in your body, as if he had filled you up to the brim.

“Ready?” He asked, and when you nodded, he rested his forehead against yours as gently, he began to pull out.

You nearly whined at the lack of inches filling you up, but then he brought his cock back in, creating this hypnotic rhythm which was so unimaginably ethereal you felt yourself float amongst the clouds. Each thrust out and thrust in was a drive in and out of reality, with Chris Bang holding the tether of your survival, pulling you in and out of his mercy.

Gradually, he began to fasten, panting as his drove into you with more force, and when the momentum hardened, you felt your soul leave your body. His cock created wonders for you, having you scream in unimaginable pleasure, and driving your nails into his back was not enough, your lewd moaning not enough given to his sheer skill, his pure simplicity in bringing his cock back and front which had you seeing stars. Hell, Christopher Bang showed you undiscovered universes, leading you across galaxies and unfamiliar cosmos, each thrust in a different vision, and when he lifted your leg a little higher for more access, you feared that you would wake the whole docks with your groaning, for this criminal, this heartless criminal provided you with the whole universe with the simple strokes of his cock inside you, and all you could offer him were screams.

Even your reactions were pure Beethoven to his ears, relishing in your fucked out state as he gave you all he asked, driving you to the edge of the world. You, finally, clashed your lips against his, offering him sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over his face and neck, and that alone had him greeting his teeth, knowing his own release was near. You were going to die if he was not given the same pleasure as you, so you reacted with each of his touches, each of his thrusts, him practically pistoning you upon this bed which very much would break.

“Ch...Chan…” you grated out, eyes blurring, vision completely fucked, “I’m...I-I—”

“I—fuck,” he too got out, for your last love mark painted onto to the curve of his neck nearly had him ruined. “I’m going to come, too, love—”

“Chan!” You whined, because the throbbing was there, and was so close that if the man did not send that last thrust home then it was all for nothing, everything that had ever happened will all be for nothing.

But he listened. The man who did not listen to anyone or anything listened, and pounded his cock so hard in approval that it had you crying out to the cosmos as you finally let go, orgasm spilling out from whatever space the residue could find between his cock. Your own release had Chris groaning louder than he had even done this entire time, praising you unconditionally, until the filth was cut off by a low curse, with his own release barrelling into you, some joining your spilled mess upon the sheets.

Chris let out a shuddering breath, slowly crossing his movement inside you. Carefully, when you stopped digging your nails into his shoulders, he pulled out, reaching for the blanket untouched and bringing it over you and him before collapsing beside you. Both of you breathed as if you had held your oxygen for a thousand years, chests rising unevenly.

A silence hung over you two, heavy yet not uncomfortable, lingering in your bedroom. Chris sat up a little, using your pillows behind him as comfort as he raked his hair back, sweat-slick all over, much like you. You held the blanket right up to your chest, hair in disarray, much like your heart. The poor organ threatened to collapse at the events.

Sneakily, you caught a glance at the greatest criminal in London, staring off at the distance, mouth set in a concentrated line. He looked dashing even in his post-sex state, the lines of his chest still stark against his sweat. You truly had never seen a man this beautiful in your life.

He turned his head to you, catching your staring, and when you tried to look away he captured his chin with his fingers, making you meet his fierce stare. Although dark, the lust had satiated, and instead held passive affection. Well, you hoped it did.

“Why do you still look away?” He demanded in a low, tired voice.

You tried to slide your gaze to the lamp, but was too bewitched by his midnight eyes. “Because you’re beautiful, Chan,” you answered, feeling the blood rush to your face.

He cocked his head, damp curls sticking to his face. “You say that as if you are not,” he countered.

You did not say anything then. Even so, he received your answer.

“____,” he said in a low tone. The grip on your chin loosened, and the hand went to your cheeks, cupping your face. “You are truly flawless. Don’t make me have to make you believe that.”

A small smile hinted at your lips. “And what if I still don’t?”

His answering smirk sent butterflies tumbling once again. After a moment, as if hesitating, he then snaked his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You were surprised when his one hand fully encircled you, while the other hand, the tattooed hand, rested upon your head, stroking your hair with his slender fingers. You did not pull away, was never going to, only wrapping your arm across his chest.

It was the first time you had ever seen Christopher Bang hug someone in his life.

“Chan?” You asked.

“Hmm?”

“Why did you get that tattoo?”

He paused for a minute, never ceasing his fingers intertwined in your locks. After a small sigh, which you felt beneath your own fingertips, he said, “It is simply something I live by.

“Non ducor duco. No one will lead me, love. Only myself.”

You pondered over the roots of this phrase, of the significance for the man you lay with.

“Good,” you said after a while. “I wouldn’t want anyone leading you either.”

With that, you gave into the soothing movement of Chris’ fingers, working lazily in your hair. And while you dozed off to sleep, the criminal mastermind of the biggest city in the world pondered some more, specifically over his motto.

NON DUCOR DUCO. A phrase which had stayed true for so long no one could ever change it.

But after tonight, as you slowly dozed off under Chris’ caresses, he wondered whether there isn’t one person he wouldn’t mind being led by.

And as he stole a soft glance at the specific person beside him, he knew.

He knew that although he will be led by no man, there is one woman who he would, to his own shock, happily be led for.

So, with that new, and slightly terrifying revelation, Christopher Bang went to sleep, knowing that someone had fucked with him and gotten away.

And he was willingly going to let it happen.

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stay-midnight · 4 years

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Who’s Dom?

Jisung x Male Reader

Word Count: 2K

TW //: Explicit Smut, Mentions of Alchohol and Drinking, Drunk Stray Kids

Warnings/Kinks: Hard Dom! Jisung, Whiny Male Reader, Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Play, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up please.), Anal Penetration, Bondage aka getting tied up, Toys (Vibrator/Cock Ring), Nipple Play, Unprepped Entry (Prep or it'll hurt af), Jerking, Degradation, Mentions of Exhibitionism, Minor Spanking, Rough Sex, Begging, Crying and Creampie.

a/n: I’m sorry that I haven’t done/posted any of the requests yet.. I’m trying to find inspiration and like exams are next monday and that is also stressing me out. 🥺 After exams, I’ll focus on them!

Ignore grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes, I was again too lazy to reread🤡.

Summary: Jisung invited you to the celebrate the third win of their M/V Back Door and you being you teased him about being a sub, let’s just say it didn’t end well..-

You were humming some tune happily as you waited for the taxi to arrive at the Stray Kids dorm, you took your phone out from your pocket and got a text from your boyfriend of 2 years, Han Jisung.

lover boy❤️👀: Baby, are you close to the dorms?

You let out a chuckle at his impatience.

Baby🌟❤️: Yup, I’m almost there Ji.

You texted, before placing your phone back on your pocket.

. . .

After 5 minutes, the sight of the Stray Kids dorms met you, which made you smile. The first thing you noticed at the entrance were Jisung’s smile, you walked over to him “Hi, Ji.” you said the smile never leaving your face after not seeing him for a week.

“Let’s go to find the others shall we?” he said with a grin, extending his hand for you to hold.

You reached for his hand, entwining your fingers with his as you follow him, then gave him a kiss on the cheek which made him look at you with a large grin.

. . .

“Y/N!” Chan was the first one to notice your arrival, he walked over to you and hugged you.

Then Felix noticed you as well, he jumped over to you before giving you a koala hug, “Y/N! We missed you!~” Felix said still clinging on to you.

“Hi Lix, hi Channie.. Where are the others?” you asked him, looking around the main living room.

“Seungmin and Hyunjin went out to get drinks while Minho-hyung is probably cooking food with Jeongin and Changbin is probably doing his own thing somewhere.” Felix answered,

“Lix, I think that’s enough intimacy with my boyfriend.” Jisung said practically ripping Felix off of you, making Felix whine and Chan chuckle.

“Awwh, Is Sungie jealous~?” Felix teased, Jisung glared at Felix, “Nope, cause I know that Y/N will pick me over you.” Jisung stated, sticking his tongue out.

You chuckled then hum, “Of course, I would pick Ji. After all before we started dating, he’d always deliver me food which I found cute~” you started to tease him as well, Jisung pouted—“Well I didn’t know anything that you like so I just sent food.”

You chuckled, “It’s fine Ji, thanks for the food though.”

. . .

Seungmin and Hyunjin finally entered the dorm, bickering loudly. “Why did you buy a very strong drink??” Seungmin said, glaring at Hyunjin.

“I thought the others like it strong?” Hyunjin questioned, looking at Seungmin.

“They do!, but Y/N is here and he might not like it.” Seungmin clicked his tongue.

You look at the both of them and they turned to you, stopping their argument.

“It’s fine, I don’t really like drinking the much..” You said scratching the nape of your neck.

Jisung widened his eyes before grinning, “If you’re not drinking then I’m not as well.”

You look at him, “Ji, you don’t have to.. You should have fun with the others.”

“It’s okay don’t worry..” Jisung reassured which made put a small smile on your face.

You sighed, “Fine..”

. . . . . . .4 hours later.

You blinked twice at the situation you got yourself into, they forced you to join their truth and dare game, “Guys.. don’t you think this seems about childish? What is this grade school?” you huffed out.

You heard them boo at you, “L-Listen Y/N.. There is... not an a...ge li-limit for g..ames” Felix slurred out in his deep voice.

You rolled your eyes and gave in to their requests. “Fine, fine.. only 3 rounds okay?” you said sitting down in the circle.

. . .

They were really easy, to be honest. You were dared to kiss your bias in the group in the lips which of course, you kissed Jisung. You were also asked about before Jisung was your favourite member, who was it and you answered that truthfully as well then came the last round.

It was Jeongin’s turn to ask you, the most sober one excluding you and Jisung since he didn’t take one sip of the drink they bought.

Jeongin grinned, looking between you and Jisung “Truth or Dare?”,

“Truth.” you said, scrunching your nose at the smell of alcohol wafting throughout the dorms.

His grin widening, “Who is the dominant one, you or Jisung?”

You smirked and answered with no hesitation, “Me, of course.”

The members let out a series of “Oohs~”

Hyunjin giggled out, “Babyboy Jisungie~” while the other members cooed at your boyfriend.

You could tell from the way that Jisung’s eyes darkened that he did not like that one bit, he caught you staring and glared at you.

You gulped nervously at how pissed your boyfriend is. Most likely he’ll get teased by the members from now on.

You sighed and got up from the floor, “That’s my last round.” you stated,

They all jeered with “boo’s” and “no’s” you rolled your eyes at their drunken state and sat back to the couch. You felt a hand in your shoulder which made you jump in your seat.

You look to the side to a sight of Jisung clearly pissed, “Who’s the dominant one again, huh baby boy?” You whimpered as his grip on your shoulders tightened.

“J-Ji... it was a joke..” you said out, shaking your shoulders to get his rough grip to let go.

“It doesn’t matter if it was a joke baby, you lied at a truth. I know all too well on how much you scream at night when we fuck.” he breathed out in your ear.

“I should punish you for that hmm?” he smirked, trailing his hand inside your shirt, rubbing teasing circles.

“Ji, not here..” you said, grabbing his arm that was inside your shirt.

He grinned and grabbed your arm, pulling you to stand up. “In that case, we’ll go somewhere more private~”

. . .

Jisung dragged you into his room before throwing you into his bed, “Don’t move baby boy~” He said as he walked to his closet to get something.

He walked back to you with a red box in his hand with a wide grin, “Strip, baby.”

You nodded and stripped yourself off your clothes, leaving youraelf in boxers. He opened the red box and pulled out a rope, a vibrator and a cock ring.

He walked over to you and pushed you down to his bed before restraining your arms to the wooden headboard.

You pulled on the ropes and look at Jisung again with a flustered face, “Ji...”

“Uh-uh baby, that isn’t what you should call me.” he grinned as he walked over to you with the vibrator and the cock ring.

He took ahold of your cock and jerked it off, “Ji.. ah~” you said bucking your hips into his hand.

He squeezed your cock tightly but still pleasurable, “Again, baby.. what should you call me?”

“F-Fuck~ Daddy, daddy~” you panted at the squeeze,

“So sensitive already and we haven’t even started~” Jisung stopped jerking you off when you were hard, he placed the cock ring on you which made you whine.

He spreads your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your hole.

He grabs the vibrator and lubes it up with the lube from the red box—positioning the vibrator at your hole before pushing it in slowly.

You cried out at the entry, “Daddyy~” you pulled against your rope as tears formed in your eyes at the stretch.

He smirked and pushed all the way in the vibrator prodding your prostate, you squirmed and clenched around the vibrator, “Daddy~ Just fuck me already..” you moaned out.

“No, baby boy this is a punishment.” Jisung said as he turned on the vibrator to medium.

“Ahh~ Daddy! take off the cock ring!” you cried out at the vibrations.

“Who’s the dominant one again baby~?” Jisung said, turning to the vibrations to the highest and ignoring your pleas. while you scream at the pleasure.

“You, you, you are Daddy~!” you screamed out, tears streaming down your red cheeks.

“D-Daddy turn it off~!” you sobbed out, clenching around the toy once again, you bit your bottom lip, “I’m close..~ Fuck please, please.. Let me cum..” you panted thrusting your hips up the air.

Jisung just watched there looking at you with his evil smirk as he strode closer to you.

“D..Daddy please?” you plead looking at him with teary eyes, your cheeks stained with tear marks.

“Maybe this will make you tell the actual truth next time or else I’ll show how much of a slut you are in front of them.” he scoffed, trailing his hand on your tummy—going up to your nipples and pinching them harshly, making you moan in ecstasy.

You whimpered and spazzed a bit when you went through a dry orgasm, “D-Daddy.. I’ll sa..y the truth next time..” you breathed out before moaning again at the toy’s vibration overstimulating you.

Jisung cooes and slowly slid off the cock ring, making you moan “T-Thank you d-daddy..”

He then smile before turning off the vibration making you whine, “Now beg, beg for how much you want me to fuck this pretty hole of yours.”

“Please, please...” you pleaded and bit your lips as he started to strip. After he stripped himself off of all clothing except his underwear, you stare at the tent in the middle of his boxers which made you moan at the sight.

He licks his lips and pulls out the vibrator slowly, “Ah~” you moan out at the feeling.

He removes his boxers, his cock springing out and hitting his chest. “Baby boy, you’re really want it huh? I mean look at your hole clenching and unclenching..”

“Mmm,” you nodded your head rapidly, whining silently at your restraints—wanting to touch him. “Please.. want daddy’s cock..”

He chuckled, “You really want to it that much huh?” he said lining his tip at your entrance making you whine, “Y-Yes d-daddy~”

Jisung slowly started to push his cock into you—watching as your face contorts to pleasure at the stretch. “F-Fuck..” you said as you took him to the hilt.

He then started a harsh pace and fucked into you roughly while you let out moans.

“Cute,” Jisung said, before grabbing your cock and jerking your cock matching his rough pace. “Such a slut for my cock, isn’t that right baby?”

Your eyes rolled back and you arched your back, you couldn’t form any words due to Jisung’s rough pace. He slaps your thigh. “I asked you a question.” he glared with a strict tone.

“Y-Yes a slut for daddy..” You whined out, getting closer to your high. “Good.”

“D-Daddy, I’m close..” you breathed out as you pushed yourself back to Jisung.

He kept silent as he thrusts roughly into you—his tip bluntly hitting your prostate, making you release all over your stomach with an arch of your back. Jisung kept thrusting into you which made you struggle against the ropes at the sensitivity. “Daddy~! S-S-Sensitive!” you moaned out.

He groans as his thrusts get sloppy, “S-Shit.. baby, I'm close...” he said in a deep tone, “C-Cum in me please...” you stuttered out, releasing again on your chest.

He then came in you deep, milking every last drop making sure you were filled to the brim.

You slightly whimper at the feeling of your walls coated in white, “So f-full..”

He then pulled out and watched as the cum drip out of you, with a smug grin, he undid the ropes on you—making you sigh in relief as you placed your hands at the sides.

Jisung got up and got wipes from the drawer—going back to you and wiping the cum off your stomach. “Was I too rough?” he asked a bit guilty at his rough treatment to you.

You shook your head and placed your hands at his chest, “It was okay..” you said with a smile.

He smiles as well before smirking, “Still can’t believe that the members think I’m the sub.” he said chuckling,

“I mean.. with those cheeks, I think you look like a sub.” you teased slightly, he then pouted—which made you giggle, “Don’t worry, you’re still a dom~ especially on stage though.”

He rolls his eyes, “Maybe now you’ll admit you’re the submissive one in this relationship.”

“Nope,” you said a bit blunt before releasing a series of giggles.

He slaps your thighs playfully before laying down beside you, “Well, get a good night’s rest since the boys probably heard your screams and moans.”

You pout, “I’m hoping they didn’t~...” you look to your side and noticed Jisung snoring lightly which made you smile, “Good night Sungie..” you said closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep as well..

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babiesdreams · 3 years

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Hi, can I request an nct (you can do Ot23 or a specific unit, that's up to you!) reaction to you self harming? 👉👈🥺 If you don't want to write it, that's ok, of course ❤️❤️ Thank you!!!

I can. But as I always say, please if you feel represented by this, get help, reach out to someone to talk about this issues and remember that there’s always an option. Feel free to message me and find this blog as your safe zone. Everyone’s welcome in here.

Self harm +18 (Because of the topic, not sexual things involved) Ot23

Warnings: Mentions of blood, self harm, mental issues, angsty stuff.

Taeyong 🌹 : He notices before it’s too late. He knows the process you normally go through before doing it, so when he notices, he quickly stops you. He gets you out of the bathroom and talks to you, calming you down with his words, trying to make sense of his and your messy thoughts. He reminds you how much time you’ve been without doing it and how he’s proud of you.

Taeil 🌕 : His eyes can’t get off your hand, holding a sharp pair of scissors, looking at how blood comes out from your recently cutted skin. Tears fall down his cheeks, as he stays still, unable to move a single muscle. “How... I-” His stutter makes you drop the scissors onto the floor. You start crying along with him, regretting absolutely everything. Taeil’s mind is stuck in a “What did I do wrong?” mindset for a while, thinking he should have done more.

Johnny 🐱 : He screams as soon as he sees you “Stop!” You can basically hear his heart breaking, and that kills you. “I- I-” You try to explain yourself, but there isn’t really an explanation to your habit, so you stutter, not knowing what to say or do. “You don’t need to say anything, I’m here, everything will be alright okay?” He hugs you for a long time and makes sure you never get to that stent again.

Yuta 🐙 : “Why is your... What happened?” He doesn’t quite understand at first, as it’s something he never pictured you to be doing, ever. You have to explain everything to him, calmed down and as racionally as you possibly can, and he’ll be cuddling you for a long while.

Kun 🐻 : “What’s this?” He asks brushing over your recent scars. You can’t hold back your tears while explaining what you were doing. He listens to you patiently, trying to calm you down as much as he can. He comforts you and makees sure you get the help you need.

Doyoung 🐰 : You are the one who tells him. “Why would you...” He tries speak his mind but prefers to keep some things to himself to avoid hurting you. “Just know you can trust in me okay? Everytime you feel like doing it come to me and we’ll talk, just... Don’t ever do it again please”

Ten 🐱 : “What are these bruises babe? Did someone harm you?” You felt ridiculous, how were you gonna explain to him that you were basically beating yourself up? How are you supposed to explain that? “I- um” After you explain him the situation he would get concerned about your behaviours, even if you didn’t think it was that important, it’s still a form of self harm. “You need to get help before this get worse. Even if I’m here, you need a professional”

Jaehyun 🍑 : “We need to talk” His serious tone has you wishing he won’t break up with you or something like that, but when he brings up the topic, you wish you were death, under the ground, just not there. You get how it’s something important to talk about, but it’s also embarrassing to feel exposed like that. “I’m not judging you babe, I’m just worried because you’re not seeing a problem in here”

Winwin 🐥 : He’s sad about it, but he hides it so damn well. He keeps calm and stays serious, in ways you never seen him before, but when you’re not watching he cries rivers. The simple thought of losing you is just too much for him and he can’t hold back tears.

Jungwoo 🐶 : You let the overall fall into the ground, revealing your naked body, along with your scars and cuts. You never felt so exposed in your life, but you were also happy it was him you showed it to. “I’m glad you decided to stop doing it and being so brave to show me baby, just thank you for trusting me”

Lucas 🦁 : Drops the bags he was holding and runs towards you. “What did you- Baby, no- Stop this has to stop. What do you need? Whatever it is I’ll get it for you just don’t please-” He’s so heartbroken. You’re everything for him and seeing you at your lowest just breaks him.

Mark 🐆 : “No hey, hey stop” He says when you start crying out of nowhere. “What happened? Tough day?” You shake your head, not knowing how to bring the conversation up. “I-” You simply say, showu¡ing him your recent cuts, starting to heal. “What’s wrong? Why didn′t you talk to me baby? Were you scared of my reaction?” You simply nod and hug him, letting your feelings explode suddenly. “Just, We’ll get some help for you okay?”

Xiaojun 🦕 : “I know I can seem cold, but don’t you trust me enough for this baby? I wouldn’t even judge you, I just wanna help you. Will you let me?” His words get you feeling even more emotional, as if you were doing something wrong. “I will, trust you Xiaojun, it’s just, I’ve never told anyone before and..” You are not able to finish your sentence before you burst into tears. “I’ts alright sweetie” He says hugging you tightly.

Hendery 🐴 : Asks you a lot about it. “Why did you do it? But when did you get that thought? Can I do something to help?” He’s truly helpless but the way he tries makes you feel better about it. He makes you realize you do need help, and proffessional one, people who will understand it even better than you. And his cuddles just brush the pain away.

Renjun 🦊 : He’s worried about your health in general, as you barely eat, don’t take care of yourself and basically sleep all day long. He’s concious of the risks of this kind of live, and it makes him wonder how far it could go. He basically talks it out with you and helps you get back to your normal self. It’s a tough path but having him besides you makes it better.

Jeno 🐶 : “Okay, first let’s get bandaids, and then we’ll talk okay?” He takes care of your injuries, keeping his calmed nature. “There’s nothing to worry about baby, this will never happen again, because I’m here okay?” You nod, still frowning uncontrollably. “Come here” He says pulling you into a hug. “Calm down okay? calm down” He whispers while drawing patterns on your neck.

Haechan 🐻 : Silence feels the room, as both of your eyes look at each other. The intense exchange is really scary to you. He’s just too broken and the fact that you did it with your own actions, kills you inside. “I can explain-” You say. But the tears falling down the boy’s cheeks stop you from talking anymore. “Never again please” are the only words he’s able to say while you embrace him. “I promise” You whisper in his ear. “Pinky promise?” He asks and you nod, repeating his words. “Pinky promise”

Jaemin 🐰 : You were sleeping on his chest and, in between carresses he finds out some recent scars on your skin. At first he’s terrified, not knowing what to do. But after searching for info on the internet he decides to confront you. He makes a whole plan on how to tell you, gives you different phones from mental health clinics nearby, buys you chocolate and all your favourite snacks and tries to make some positive memories out of it, to give you some hope about your future.

Yangyang 🐑 : “You said you needed to talk?” He asks scared. You nod at him and try to keep calm as you expose your concerns and alarming recent behaviours. “I just thought you needed to know..” He nods, still processing your words. “You know I’ll be here, no matter what happens, so don’t be ashamed or reserved about your feelings okay? I won’t judge you”

Shotaro 🦦 : You talk to him, why you’ve been hiding your body lately, why you felt so bad, so not you, so ugly and terrible. And even if he gets upset by the words you use to describe yourself, he tries his best to understand your feelings. “I also feel like that sometimes Y/n but this is not the way. Please just don’t ever do it again”

Chenle 🐬 : “Did you burn your hand cooking something?” He asks and you inmediately start sweating. It’s not how people usually see self harm so it was easier to lie about it, but why would you lie to him? So after a long time thinking, you tell him about it, making sure he understands your concerns and why you did it and everything. He tries his best to get your point but recommends you to talk it out with a professional rather than himself.

Sungchan 🦌 : “Okay so you’re not eating, barely do anything, hide yourself from the world and you want me to think you’re fine? I’m not stupid Y/n, you can trust me you know?” You look at him in the eyes and sigh, knowing he’s right. “Okay, but it’s not that important...” He would be hugging you the whole time.

Jisung 🐹 : He’s shaking, scared of what he’s seeing. He can’t belive you did that. He can’t believe he didn’t notice before. He blames himself for hours, there’s no way he did the right thing. He was supposed to be your support and instead he didn’t notice you were harming yourself. “I’m so sorry baby” He would say before hugging you.

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starryseung · 4 years

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han jisung + smut

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request; can i request jisung roommate au which they are both rival word count; 2.7k words warnings; enemies to lovers!au, roommates!au, orgasm denial, semi-public sex

Black Shirt

You drag your heavy suitcase throughout the corridors of your campus, a white sheet of paper with black scribbles made by your friend to guide you through the hostel dangling carelessly between your fingers. She had already found her room, which she shared with a guy; something absurd for your conservative mind.

No doubt, you had guy friends, but you never even thought of sharing a room with the opposite sex, let alone actually doing it. Your new hostel had such a policy though, and they justified it by saying that it would ‘help them come out of their bubble’ and all that. You were anticipated to meet your new roommate, hoping you would click with him soon.

—

Yeah no, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

Especially when your roommate was going to be Han Jisung; your rival since 8th grade. You didn’t just dislike him, no. You two loathed each other. All the synonyms of hatred combined still wouldn’t be near half of how much you despised him. And unluckily, he ended up being your roommate for the next two years.

There was no turning point in your lives where you just started hating each other. You two were overachievers. Anything one would do, the other did better. Not only did it lead to the growing feeling of distaste in you two, but it also did something good. Put you two into amazing universities in the country.

But the fact that you two ended up in the same room as well, your friends kinda knew what they were going to be facing soon.

The second you enter your room, the only thing leaves your mouth is, “What the fuck?!”

Jisung looks at you, snarling and clicking his tongue as he sees you at the doorstep with your red suitcase in hand. You knew where this was leading to, but you liked watching his face turn red in anger. You liked watching his face in general, though.

“You! You followed me here too!” he cried, pointing a finger at you as he stood up, slow steps walking towards you.

“Um, no? This shitty piece of paper brought me here? Also, why the hell would I ever follow a dickhead like you!”

“You know what? Just—”

“Hey there! What’s with all the yelling?” another voice calls from the kitchen. A taller male with blond curly hair walks up to you two, eyebrows quirked up in amusement. He eyes the two of you as he picks up his bowl of cereal, walking round the island top and leaning against it as he digs in his breakfast.

Jisung groans and storms to his room, leaving you and Chan alone.

“I’m sorry, he gets his period once in a while. Do you guys know each other..?” he laughs, swirling his spoon in the white bowl.

“Yeah, we went to the same school for a couple years and stuff—”

“Oh so you’re friends! Tha—”

“No. I hate him. He hates me. He sucks and we’ll hate each other until he dies.” you cut him off, dragging your stuff inside the living room. You hear a ‘You suck more!’ from Jisung’s room, and Chan chuckles. He helps you with your stuff and shows you your room, instructing you about the small details of the place.

—

It was time for dinner, and you heard your stomach growl. With a little help from Chan, you were able to almost set up your room by the end of the day, and now you were starving. The delicious aroma of flavor rolls by your nostrils, and you take in a long breath. You place the pile of books neatly where you wanted them, and trudged towards the kitchen, where something was cooked.

You saw Chan and another girl, mindlessly humming and wiggling their hips to some song playing softly, their backs facing you as they cooked pasta. You quietly walk forward, but somehow the girl hears your footsteps and turns around to acknowledge you.

“Hey! You must be Chan’s new roommate! Come, have a seat, dinner’s almost ready!” she squeaks happily, smiling as she returns back to cooking, the loving grin not leaving her lips.

You set up the table and sit down as the girl served the delicious food onto your plate. Chan sits next to you, and the girl sits closer to him.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself,” she giggles as you’re about to start eating.

“I’m—”

“Saerom! Hello~” Jisung exclaims as he trudges out of his room, making his way to the table. He glances at you and pokes his tongue out, but before you can retract, the girl, or Saerom, starts.

“So, I’m Saerom, and I’m Chan’s girlfriend! He told me about you earlier, I hope we can be good friends!” she speaks as you all start eating. You didn’t have heart eyes for Chan, but you didn’t expect him to have a girlfriend. But then on the other hand, he did have the looks and brains to have ten.

“Sure! The food’s great by the way,” you speak mouthful, devouring the best dinner you’ve had in weeks.

You and Jisung act like you don’t know each other, and you keep talking to Saerom and Chan about regular school stuff. You felt Jisung shaking his legs under the table, restraining everything in you to not yell at him to stop. Then again, he might as well be doing it to piss you off.

His leg hits yours— and to be very honest, your whole body was sore from all the work you had done today, and you were exhausted. Jisung’s kick pisses you off even more and you kick him back, trying to be as subtle as possible.

“Yah! Why’d you kick me!” he asks, eyebrows raised and fork shifting in his hands as if one wrong move and he would stab you.

“Excu— Me? Your dumbass purposely kicked me when I was clearly minding my own damn business,” you counter, pissed off at his audacity.

“I didn’t hit you, I hit the table leg!” he defends, and you scoff, amused if he was being serious or shocked if he was comparing your leg to the table’s.

“Hey hey, now, let’s have a nice dinner, yeah?” Chan muses, grinning as he sees the two of you fighting like preschoolers. You finish off your food, occasionally glaring at Jisung who does the same, and wash off your dishes.

“Thank you so much for today! The food really was delicious,” You compliment, and Saerom and Chan call out a ‘good night’ and ‘thank you!’ as you walk off to your room.

—

“Yes! Fuck yes!”

You couldn’t hold in your excitement as you jumped up and down on your bed, hands holding the paper Chan had given you. After weeks and weeks of assessments and projects, you were finally shortlisted into the University’s International Representatives team. It was a huge honor for you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling all these emotions.

Chan has to hold you by your arms and pull you down when he starts hearing the weak bed squeak under you, afraid that the furniture might break under your actions.

“I’m so happy! Oh my God this has to be the best day of my life.”

“That’s great! Now y/n please go to bed it’s pretty late and you have the interview tomorrow,” Chan sighs, looking up at the clock.

He wishes you night before signing off for the day, heading to his room retiring for the night.

—

You admire yourself, twirling around in the red pencil skirt and black dress shirt you’d worn for today’s interview. You were totally going to ace this, and nothing could stop you. You hop on into Saerom’s car as she told you she could drop you off for your big day.

You walk inside the dimly lit restaurant, a fresh smell flowing through your lungs. You feel confidence rush through you once again and you smile, walking into the hall. The receptionist asks you if you needed a reservation or if you were here on invitation.

“Yeah actually, I’m here on invitation. I’m here for the interview for the University of Seoul.” you reply, tapping your heels on the marble tiles. She kindly directs you to a table not far away, and you thank her before walking towards them.

There was a female teacher you recognized from your lectures, and the other was a random man you’d never seen before. You smile and greet them, sitting in front of them.

“Good evening, y/n! How is your day going,” your teacher smiles, shuffling through some papers. You talk about some basic daily events, possibly to get you to be comfortable with them.

“So we’re waiting for another student, so when he arrives, we’ll— here he is! Welcome,”

You turn to look at who the student was and your jaw almost drops down. It was, of course, Han Jisung. Of course, he was here too, ready to ruin this for you as well. He looks at you with a blank stare, eyes immediately dropping down to your exposed thighs. You turn back around, mentally crying at what you thought was going to happen.

“Great! So we’ll start off with the interview now. We’ve seen your reports, and we’d like to hear from you, how would you tackle situations based on international conflicts...”

—

So far you've done pretty well. You couldn’t deny, Jisung was a good speaker as well; he almost impressed you with his answers. You noticed how his eyes close up to crescents when he would smile widely, the small grin everlasting on his face. His honey skin basked under the glow of the yellow lights paired up with the soft sunset glow from outside the restaurant.

His hand rests on your right thigh and you snap out of your daze, shifting your eyes back to the teachers assessing you. All your attention which was on them snaps when you feel the hand on your thigh rise higher and higher. You feel goosebumps rise on your skin where his fingers touched.

At this point, the two older professors at the other end of the table are busy discussing something among themselves, and you can’t really excuse yourself from this mishap. Jisung’s fingers rise higher and higher, and he briefly looks at you and you slowly nod, approving his actions. He gladly moves ahead, smirking as his fingers are dangerously close to where you wanted him the most.

He feels the lacey material of your panties on his fingers and decides to tease you, running his fingers up and down the damp fabric that stuck to your folds uncomfortably. You slowly grip his wrists, signalling him to work his way quickly without the teasing.

He smirks at your eagerness, pushing your panties aside and prodding his fingers at your hole, using your slick to coat his fingers. You sigh softly, clenching your fists under the table. He pushes his index finger inside, slowly thrusting in and out of your hole. You bite your lip to hold back any sounds as his finger curls inside you. He maintains his steady pace pumping his fingers, his ring touching your walls every now and then making your toes curl.

He adds in two more fingers at once and you almost yelp, stomach churning in pleasure. Your walls clench around his fingers and he continues his sinful actions underneath the table. He places his thumb over your clit, pressing down on the nub. You feel your high approaching, legs bouncing up and down as his fingers keep thrusting your leaking hole. You’re about to let go the knot, when—

“Thank you for spending your time with us, students. We’ll talk about this in the next few days. I’ll keep contact…” and the rest of the words spoken by your professor are a haze as frustration of your lost orgasm takes over. You force a smile, bowing and thanking the older for their time. Fixing your skirt, you and Jisung walk out of the restaurant. You rush ahead of him, and he follows close by. He opens the door of a cab, motioning you to sit inside before himself plopping in, directing the driver to take you to the dorms.

The ride back is extremely quiet, and all you think of is having sex with Jisung.

—

Luckily, Chan and Saerom were out for a study date, so you had the whole room to yourselves. Just as the door clicks open, Jisung pushes you inside along with him, locking it shut before pressing you up against the door.

“Fuck y/n, you look so hot in that dress,” he moans, grinding his hips onto yours. You turn your head back, moaning at the feeling of his lips latching onto your neck, his clothed member grinding against your wet heat.

“Plea— Please Jisung, just fuck me already,”

He unbuttons your dress shirt, tossing it onto the floor before pushing his lips against yours. You moan at the plush feeling of his lips on yours, teeth biting your bottom lip. He licks your lip and pulls away, breathing heavily. There’s a tug on your wrists, followed by Jisung pulling you to your room.

You quickly skim out of your pencil skirt, watching Jisung as he unbuttons his shirt. He walks towards you and you lie down on your bed as he crawls up to you. He leans down to kiss your shoulders and you feel his hard-on on your thigh. You arch your back as he goes lower and lower on your body, kissing and nipping at your skin.

He knows Chan won’t be out for long, and so doesn’t waste too much time foreplay-ing. He pulls down your panties, harshly rubbing his fingers on your cunt. You yelp as his nimble fingers spread open your folds. All you hear in the room is his breathing and your soft noises, paired with the soft wet noises his fingers make in your cunt.

He prods his fingers at your hole, circling at your folds. You whine at his tease, bucking your hips in his grasp. He chuckles breathily before pushing two fingers in at once, curling them upwards to hit the spots that had you moaning in no time. Innumerable curses and groans leave your lips as Jisung pumps his fingers in and out of you just like he had done in the restaurant.

His silver ring touches your walls and you shiver, your action not going unnoticed. He draws his fingers from your convulsing hole, bringing down the cold ring on your clit and pressing it gently. You whine at the sweet pleasure coursing through your veins due to the stimulation, your vision turning blurry from the tears in your eyes.

He licks his lips before removing his dick out of his boxers, pumping it a few times and rolling on a condom before pushing it into you. You grip the sheets tightly as he enters inside slowly, filling your walls deliciously. He wasn’t too big, but was of perfect girth and size to satisfy you.

He is balls deep in you, and he feels his head spin as your walls squeeze around him. He places his hands on either side of your head, making eye contact with you and kissing your jaw.

You feel him slowly pulling out with a whine, before slamming in gratingly. You scream as he sets a quick pace, thrusting in and out of your tight hole. You clench around his length and you both moan at the tight feeling in your abdomen. Your head spins as you reach your high, Jisung’s pace slowing down as well. His thrusts reach deeper in you, finger drawing rough circles on your clit.

You release around him, your warm orgasm coating his dick. You both moan at the sensation, Jisung following soon after. He comes hard, filling up the plastic. He stays that way for a moment, plopping himself on you.

You hear the front door unlock, Chan’s voice booming through the halls.

“I’m home!”

Fuck. Your black shirt was still out on the floor.

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a/n; i’m kinda pissed with how this turned out lmao jsdhjs ALSO my series is in progress! i’ll start publishing it when all my requests are done :)

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would you mind doing a description of each member of nct dream? you don’t have to cuz that’s lowkey a lot BUT i figured i’d ask since i’m trying to write something and get their personalities right. i really admire your work!! have a nice day, babes!!!

yes, of course, lovebug 💕 I’ll be rewording the analyses from the asks about my ideal type and adding to them, so it might be a bit familiar! I could’ve written more, but I had to stop because I reached max length for each paragraph 😅 I hope these are helpful to you, and thank you so much for liking my work, honey bee!!! 💛 best of luck with your writing, and I hope you have a good day, too! 🌼 also, I’m on mobile and I’m so sorry for all the scrolling! I’ll add a read more when I get on my laptop ✨ edit: the read more has been added :’)

MARK :: oh, where do i start with mister absolutely fully capable? mark is the definition of adorkable. if you look up that word in the dictionary, you’re gonna see his picture pasted right under it. he’s endearing and awkward, and he tries his best in everything and puts his best foot forward, giving 110% in whatever he does. he’s a hard worker and a good boy. he laughs at that’s what she said jokes, and he’s the type of person to think of a funny joke from three days ago and start laughing at the most inappropriate time, like in the middle of standard testing. he’ll say things he thinks are funny, like “five guys hello guys” or that long sentence about possibilities and immediately look to you with those wide doe eyes, seeking a positive reaction from you and hoping you’ll laugh. he’ll try to wink at you randomly sometimes, but he always fails and just ends up blinking, which will make you laugh and call him cute and have him scrunching up his nose because that’s not what he intended to happen and he’ll be really flustered at the compliment. he’s really sweet, and I think taeil called him the most romantic? however, I feel like having a relationship isn’t a high priority for him right now. he seems to have workaholic tendencies, which could frustrate his s/o. he would need to have someone that understands his work and music is the most important to him, and he might unintentionally neglect checking up with his s/o at times. he’s a little shy and introverted, so it might be hard for him to make a first move if you aren’t friends at first. he’ll write dozens upon dozens of songs about you. that’s the way he’ll express his affection because he’s too shy to in the beginning and music is what he’s good at. there will be lots of late nights with him strumming his guitar and you sitting next to him, reading a book or playing a game on your phone, and he’ll call your name and you look up before he nervously starts to play a new song that he’s written for you. and at the end of the song, he’ll glance up at you really quickly before looking back down at his guitar, and you’re going to have to go over to him and take his face into your hands softly and tell him his song was amazing and you love it as much as you love him. and he’ll smile so big as his glasses slide down his nose before he quickly leans up and presses the softest kiss against your mouth to show you his appreciation before he loses courage to do so. sometimes you steal those round rimmed glasses of his and try them on yourself, and mark has to cover his face and look away and wring his hands and he makes those little oi mark noises because you look so cute and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. on the other hand, mark is also very stubborn. it may not look like that, but if you notice the relationship between him and hyuck, hyuck is always the one giving in at the end. mark will absolutely not do something if he doesn’t want to do it. I do think he will go after something if he wants it, but he will hesitate slightly at first. he follows the rules a bit too much. he doesn’t seem to be the most fun person to party with either unless you get him to drink a beer because he’s a lightweight, but that also means you have to take care of him afterwards. also, he said in an interview that he doesn’t like rollercoasters or fast rides, but he enjoys the cotton candy at amusement parks lol but he did go on those rides in the end, but his head was down the entire time rip. mark gets easily embarrassed. it’s like in that video where they read tweets aloud and mark got super embarrassed when jaehyun read this tweet that gushed about his laugh, and mark just curled up into himself and couldn’t lift his head up and awkwardly laughed. he’s adorkable. please tease him and hype him up in this very same way just to get this cute reaction out of him.

RENJUN :: renjun is the one you can call when you have a body to bury and he’ll show up with the shovel. he’ll call you a stupid idiot, but he’ll still show up to help you. he’s the type that would come over at 3 a.m. if there’s a bug in your apartment and squash it for you after much complaining and telling you that he won’t do it. he’s fiercely loyal and caring. he took care of chenle when chenle wasn’t as proficient with korean and made sure he was doing ok and was always ready to translate for him whenever. he puts up a tough, ready to fight front, but he’s a scaredy cat and if you pretend to be a ghost (read: jisung), he’ll be scared shitless. you can see him get scared and hide behind jeno and hug him so hard when the zombie jumped out in one of those save dream interactive videos. he’s the person you can banter with and he understands dry humor and sarcasm, and I think he’s best for e2l story plot lines because of this lmao but he also fits the best friend role well. he will roast anyone with no mercy with just a few words. he’s artistic. he’s super good at art and has shared several of his beautiful digital drawings before. he’s the person to go to when you want to have long, serious talks at 4 in the morning, and as seen through his radio show, he will try his best to give you advice, even if he may not be experienced enough, but he is trying his hardest to help. if you read some of the advice he gives on his radio show, you can get a better sense of who he is as a person. he’s really insightful and puts a lot of effort into giving the best answer he can. also, he really reminds me of a little brother or someone I want to be best friends with because we can roast people together or talk about paranormal stuff. he just seems really fun to mess around with because he gives funny reactions. he gives off that younger sibling vibe where only your big sister can make fun of you, but once she sees someone else doing it, it’s not ok and she’s gonna go after that person for making her lil bro cry. in a relationship, he wants someone he can trust with his thoughts and interests, such as aliens, and while his s/o may not believe in them, he wants them to genuinely listen to him and not just brush it off. however, he will still roast his s/o into oblivion. it’s how he shows his affection lol. he’ll call you an idiot and cute all in the same sentence. but he’s really a soft and sensitive boy underneath his snappy, sarcastic exterior. he cried when they won first place for the first time. i’m sure he cried when ridin’ reached number one on the charts. he’s attentive and likes affection even though he tries to say he doesn’t. in that one weekly idol dreamie episode, hyuck listed who hated affection, and he wasn’t one of them. he’s a good boy, and underneath all his snarky comments, he wants to be loved and cared for. you can see how he got a lil huffy when jisung chose chenle as his favorite hyung lol he doesn’t express his feelings outwardly as much, but if you’re his s/o, he will quietly adore you in his own way while outwardly being that one snarky couple who banters all the time. he’ll draw pictures of you, secretly have you as his homescreen, or have a secret photo album on his phone of just pictures of you. he’ll complain if you get him a couple item, like a bracelet, but he’ll wear it 24/7 and refuse to give it back to you. he will absolutely lose his shit if he misplaces it. he’ll cook for you if you ask, but he’ll make a big show about fake complaining about it beforehand. I think he’s okay with hand holding and kisses here and there, but he won’t do grand gestures of pda because he thinks those should be more private and between the two of you. he thinks pet names are sappy as heck, and he’ll get terribly embarrassed if you call him one but he’d be like “that’s so gross and corny... but call me that again.” honestly, just tell him ily and his cheeks will turn so red and he’ll bury his face in his hands but he’ll say it back in the quietest voice and he truly does mean it with his whole chest.

JENO :: jeno is someone who fits in so many roles. his character is versatile in a sense. you can make him into a bad boy, the boy next door, your best friend, anybody. his humor is underrated, and he makes funny puns. he’s good at sarcasm and wit, like when he asked jisung if he thought jaemin’s iq was single digits or when the instructor complimented him and said his rap sounded like mark and he was like “oh.... that’s not good.” he worries about being funny. he mentioned losing sleep over it in weekly idol, so please tell him he’s funny and laugh at his jokes ): he really is funny, and i love his humor. jeno is really smart. he managed to rank 4th or something I believe in his school after cram studying the day before. he’s really self-assured and confident in himself, but he doesn’t show off or act cocky, yet you can sense the quiet confidence in him. he’s humble and works hard and deserves more credit than he’s given. he possesses leadership qualities and is a source of strength for other members. i think they said he was one of the cleaner members and when he’s drunk, he cleans LMAO he is into sports and gymming, especially biking. hyuck said that jeno’s bedroom has his and jaemin’s bikes hanging on the walls lol he also is really competitive, but not a sore loser type. jeno doesn’t strike me as the type who needs his s/o around 24/7 and prefers to have hobbies and space separate from his s/o. he’s laid back, but at the same time, still energetic and fun to be around. he’s still weird, but not over the top weird. jeno is insightful and kind, and he has stated that he’s very shy and timid before. doyoung likes him the most because he’s kind and respectful and takes into account other people’s feelings and listens well. he’s a good boy. he’s also really playful and teasing and plays well with others, like jisung jokes around with him all the time. I feel like jisung jokes around with him the most out of all his hyungs aside from chenle because jeno doesn’t get mad. i believe the members say he’s the only one aside from chenle who doesn’t get mad when someone messes up in dance practices. he cries when he gets angry. jeno is also really affectionate. he enjoys cuddling and holding hands and back hugs and whatnot, but he doesn’t overdo it. it takes a long time for him to trust and open up to someone, and you’re a very lucky person if he lets you see this side of him. he won’t force you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. If something is bothering you, he won’t pry at first if you refuse to talk about it, but I do think he will eventually make you talk if he feels something is terribly wrong or if it’s affecting the relationship. jeno is driven and knows what he wants. he’ll give you space, but if you’re not what he’s looking for or if you don’t put the effort in as well and won’t open up to him, I do think he will move on. he might bottle up his emotions at first, but as the relationship progresses, he’ll be fully open to you and tell you everything. I don’t think he’ll be terribly affected if he’s rejected because he is confident in himself and able to brush it off. he knows his self-worth. oh, and he loves animals. obviously, jeno loves his cats because he has them even when he’s allergic. he’s the type of s/o who, if you mention you’re walking back to your dorm late at night after staying in the art building to finish your painting, he’ll show up with messy hair and his glasses in his sweats with a hoodie thrown on haphazardly and walk you back safely even without you asking. kiss him on his nose at random times just because you love him, and he’ll make that jeno trademark noise of confusion before giving you the prettiest eye smile that makes the moon dim in shame and nuzzling his face into your shoulder shyly. call him jeno darling or jeno love if you want to see the same reaction as before. it’s gonna be a total KO to his heart if you call him that and boop him on the nose with the softest kiss. anyway, jeno is the bestest boy in the entire universe, and give him all your love, please and thank you.

HAECHAN :: hyuck is so fucking talented. he’s good at everything: singing, dancing, rapping, variety shows, you name it. he was born to be an idol. he’s the golden one and excels at everything. he’s an ace, and he knows it. yeah, he’s cocky and brags about everything he does, but he actually has evidence and proof to back it up. plus, no one can stay mad at him for very long because have you seen how cute he is?? he’s a brat, but you still love him anyway. he’s good at sweet talking and getting what he wants. he plays a push and pull game, and you end up falling for him in the end. i know in fics on here, you often see jaemin in the playboy/fuckboy persona, but I think hyuck absolutely exudes this persona. he is able to read the room or a person and knows the exact way to act in order to get the reaction he wants. it’s hyuck’s world, and we’re all just living in it. he can have all of us eating out of the palm of his hand if he desires. i think he truly embodies the traits of a slytherin: ambitious and cunning. it’s every man for himself, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get what he believes he deserves and plays by his own rules. hyuck is so smart and intelligent, both in terms of brains and emotion. he’s absolutely brilliant, and he’s the type of person to ace an exam without even studying for it. I think he did very well in school, and he also beat doyoung in mental maths when they had a competition on weekly idol lol and he’s also street smart. there’s a reason why doyoung and taeil are scared of him and why they prefer to be on his team than against him lmao. I think hyuck is also a people pleaser though. he wants to be liked, and it’ll drive him crazy if someone calls him boring or shows no interest towards him. I think he’ll want a s/o who plays the push and pull game with him. he’ll playfully tease them a lot, and they’ll have to be interesting and able to dazzle him with their own wit and sarcasm. he, like renjun, is snarky and sarcastic. he likes to make people laugh and enjoys being the center of attention. he is super affectionate and rivals jaemin in this aspect. he thrives off of physical touches, hugs, cuddles, etc. he likes to cuddle when he sleeps, and I feel like he enjoys being the little spoon. he isn’t afraid of pda and will show off his s/o to the world with a loud kiss or back hug anywhere. he’s the type who would do that back pocket spin peter does to lara jean lmao. the two of you can laze around at home, while he plays video games on his computer and you can sit in his lap and he’ll do that thing where his arms are around you and his chin is on your shoulder. he’s a good cook, and he’ll cook for you, but he expects you to pay him back in kisses. his s/o might think he doesn’t pay attention to what they’re saying to him, but he does. he absolutely adores his s/o and remembers everything about them. he’s the type to surprise his s/o with their favorite flowers on a random day, and his s/o would’ve thought he wasn’t paying attention when they told him their favorite flower months ago. and please, please, please surprise him with flowers too because that will catch him off guard and you’ll see him blush and get flustered for once. it’s like when the dreamies first debuted, and chenle said hyuck was the best singer and he wanted to be like hyuck, and hyuck got really quiet and shy and flustered about it. however, he’d get really shy around his crush if they weren’t friends first. there’s that video of him returning something that twice’s mono dropped I think and he was so nervous before and afterwards. or there’s that time when he handed flowers to seungwoo and got so flustered as the dreamies teased him afterwards. also, I feel like sometimes people forget that so much hard work goes into what he does because he makes it look so effortless. hyuck works so hard in everything and puts his all into what he does. anyway, please appreciate hyuck and love him lots. he deserves to be showered in love and affection.

JAEMIN :: jaemin is like jeno in the sense that his character is also super versatile. you can make him fit any type of persona for your fic. jaemin is a sweetheart. his entire existence is love. hyuck said that he treats his members the same way he treats his fans in an episode of weekly idol before. he’s a really affectionate person as seen in the way he showers jisung with affection. he eats, sleeps, and breathes aegyo. you’re going to experience his aegyo a lot if you’re his s/o, so brace yourself. he even managed to make hyuck flustered when he kissed him in that recent reload era game video. he has a lot of love to give out, but he also wants the same amount of love in return. you can see how he craves for love from jisung in return and the way he gets a little upset when he doesn’t get it, like when jisung didn’t call him his favorite hyung. his s/o needs to be okay with being showered with affection and love, and they have to do the same for him. call him cute pet names, give him random kisses throughout the day, back hug him while he’s cooking, he will just absolutely glow and bask in your love. jaemin is good at cooking. he will cook for you, and if you cook, he’ll eat what you make with no complaints. it’s like that meme where person A gives person B a drink with salt in it, and person B drinks it all, and when person A asks why they did that even though it was salty, person B says it’s because they didn’t want to hurt person A’s feelings. jaemin is person B. he’ll also make you model for him and pose literally everywhere so he can take pictures of you because you’re the prettiest person in the entire world to him. he’ll make you his lockscreen, homescreen, hang up pictures of you in his room, all that jazz. he’s the one who buys couple items or outfits and makes you wear them with them. his entire Instagram account will be pictures of you or with you. however, he’s also petty af and nags a lot lmao. he complained to jeno when jisung said he wanted to eat bread at 3 a.m. and how he couldn’t go out to buy him any. he also nagged renjun in one of those dream vs dream videos for not having any questions about him, while all his questions were about renjun. or when he was sulking about jeno not knowing his favorite cartoon character. I believe he mentioned having extreme mood swings too where he’s either too quiet or too loud and out there, and as a s/o, you’d have to cater to both sides of him. jaemin is also an introvert. he’s very quiet and shy around strangers, but he’ll unleash his inner weirdness and loudness when he feels comfortable around you, and you’re in for a wild, fun ride. in that video where he and jeno were making cakes, he seems really hyper and wild. same goes for that video where they went out to eat, and jaemin was pouring soda into a glass dramatically. or when they played that dance game where you have to add onto the dance and copy the previous dances, and he added some random flailing motion and complained when someone did it wrong. or when he and renjun were paired up for that guessing game when they both had headphones on, and he started flailing everywhere and getting kinda frustrated at renjun for getting zero right. he’s a bit weird lmao. as his s/o, i hope you go along with his weird antics and have fun with him too! you also have to remind him to take care of himself. make sure he doesn’t drink that ungodly coffee drink of his or eat too much sugar. take care of him, love him, cherish him, and jaemin will be the best boyfriend ever. he might even set up a whole led light display for you at night declaring his love like he did for jeno. actually, no, he definitely will. he’ll do big grand gestures to show his love for you. he’ll fill your house with roses and press kisses to each of your fingertips with a different reason for why he loves you. he’ll continue to list the reasons for why he loves you for every star he sees until he runs out of stars, but he’ll never run out of reasons for loving you.

CHENLE :: chenle was born to be a star. he is so incredibly talented and picks up skills so quickly. it’s evident because he managed to debut after two months of training and he became fluent in korean quickly. he’s humble and gracious, and he’s the embodiment of that miss universe song: he’s beauty, he’s grace. he doesn’t flaunt his wealth, in fact, it only ever comes up because others bring it up. or he accidentally shows it off when he asks what rent means or when he tries to innocently rectify the situation, like when jaemin was like “oh his parents held a concert for him for his bday” and chenle was like “noooo no it was just to make a memory” on idol room lmao. the way he expresses his love is through gift giving. it shows in the way he told mark he’ll buy him anything he wants for his bday or when he gave apple watches to the 00 liners or when he immediately agreed to buy jeno a plane ticket to china to show him around his home. but he’s not trying to flaunt his wealth. this is simply how he shows his love. chenle is laidback and easygoing. he doesn’t care about jisung using honorifics with him, and he’ll go along with whatever’s happening. there’s that one video during mfal era where hyuck and chenle won the prize and hyuck was like “hey I’ll take the prize ok?” and chenle just immediately agrees and doesn’t care at all. but don’t get me wrong, chenle is super competitive. he wants to win, but it’s more about that feeling you get when you’re the winner, rather than the actual prize for him. he’s really into sports, specifically basketball, so i feel like he’d enjoy it if his s/o expressed some sort of interest in it with him. they don’t have to play basketball with him, but he’d appreciate it greatly if they listened to him talk about stephen curry or cheer him on from the sidelines. he’s affectionate. if you read my renjun description, chenle is the other one that hyuck said doesn’t mind affection from the other members on weekly idol. I don’t see him showing affection blatantly as much like hyuck and jaemin, but I think he loves receiving it. chenle obviously receives so much love from his family and is super close to them. he will love his s/o with his whole heart, and I hope his s/o will love him back just as much. also, I’m pretty sure he’ll love his s/o acting cute because his heart rate spiked up when jisung did aegyo on idol room lmao. I think he’s the only other extrovert in the dreamies, besides hyuck. I believe someone asked jaemin or skz hyunjin if they got close after the collab stage, and they said that they were really awkward with each other. however, skz felix and chenle became good friends! chenle is friendly and a people person. he thrives in social settings, and he’s a social butterfly. he’ll help people out of their shells and make sure to include them in conversations. he’s the type of person who would clear his throat and be like “hey y/n has something to say” if you tried to say something in a group convo and weren’t heard. he’s fine with being the center of attention, but he doesn’t actively seek out that position, like hyuck does. unlike hyuck, he’s not a people pleaser. I think he’s confident in himself, and he’s self assured and satisfied with who he is, so he doesn’t really care what others think of him. chenle is really playful. he likes to tease the other members and wreak harmless havoc lol you can see how he plays around with the other members, like in nct life where he just throws snow at jisung or scares jisung with a rubber chicken when they went to an amusement park in shanghai. he’s a thrill seeker. he loves roller coasters, shooting games, laser tag, etc. he gets excited over the littlest things, and he’s a naturally cheerful person who lights up the room and just naturally has people gravitate towards him. however, he has his serious moments too, and I can see him sitting next to his s/o behind the piano and playing something for them. but then, he’ll probably ruin the soft moment by slamming his hands down on the keys and scaring them at the end.

JISUNG :: jisung reminds me of high school puppy love. he’s curious about the world and introspective. he asked the fans to send him pictures of the moon because he couldn’t see it himself. I think he has a lot of deep thoughts and keeps them to himself because he’s introverted and nervous about sharing them aloud in case he’s not taken seriously as the youngest. he’s inquisitive and sweet, and he’s the culmination of everything good in the universe. he’s the one whom renjun talks to about aliens and paranormal things, and I believe he’ll want a s/o who will take him seriously on these things and listens to his concerns without teasing or making fun of him for believing in them. jisung is shy and gets embarrassed when he’s given compliments. there’s this video where the dreamies read compliments from fans aloud, and you can see how flustered and shy he gets as he ducks his head, has to pause and cover his face before playing with his hair as he reads through the compliments with the biggest smile peeking on his face. I think this is the cutest thing ever, and at the beginning of the relationship, if his s/o compliments him or does something cute, he’s going to react exactly like that. tell him his dancing is amazing, watch his fancams around him, tell him his face is nice to look at, etc. and you’ll see him get reduced to a flustered, blushing mess. the first time he sees you wearing one of his sweaters with the sleeves covering your hands and giving you sweater paws, he will combust and stutter and not be able to look at you as his cheeks turn red. he might just suffer a heart attack if you decide to casually call him a cute pet name one day. additionally, jisung is at that age where he wants to know what others think of him and he wants to be liked. I think this is the reason why he’s more hesitant about speaking up or voicing himself in an unfamiliar environment because he doesn’t want to give off a negative image. he’s also painfully shy, but he wants to make friends, which he explains on dancing high. because of this, he truly cherishes any friendship or relationship he has because it’s seen as something incredibly special to him. as his s/o, you’re gonna mean the world to him and he will value your opinion greatly. once he’s comfortable around you, he’ll be loud and talkative. jeno says that jisung talks the most at the dorm and he’s never quiet. jisung is also a lil shit lol, and he knows how to get out of things, like cleaning up after dinner by locking himself in the bathroom. he’s also a little lazy and probably not the cleanest tbh. he sleeps in jaemin’s bed or in the living room because he’s too lazy to go to his top bunk. he doesn’t listen to his hyungs and talks down to them in a playful way because he knows they’re whipped for him lmao. when the relationship progresses, jisung is going to act in the same, exact way with you. he’s a savage, and he will roast you in the same way he roasts his hyungs, like when hyuck wanted to go to LA with him for why not the dancer and he was like “you have to be good at dancing to go” (which btw, fight me, jisung, hyuck is literally the best dancer). he’ll tease you, hide items on the tallest shelf just so that you’ll call him for help, and smush your cheeks and call you cute. he’ll ruffle your hair and run up behind you and sweep you off your feet princess style just to scare you before carefully placing you back down or tossing you into the pool lol he may have complained about carrying renjun in that reload era game video, but he’ll give you piggy backs when you’re tired or carry you around if you asked. he likes playing video games and those block breaker game apps and when he loses, he’ll sit there and pout without realizing it. he does that little nose scrunch unknowingly, and it’s the cutest. he’ll like dates at home the best. he sucks at cooking, but he’ll try to do it for you. but it’ll end up with you cooking while he back hugs you, and you have to walk around the kitchen with him being a koala attached to you as you feed him bits of the food being made.

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thanxxskz · 4 years

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Hello sweetie! How are you doing? If your requests are still open could I request a stray kids reaction to their gf (or s|o if you want to keep it gn) being self conscious about being muscular or having a more athletic build from dance (like broader shoulders and bigger thighs?) Please don’t feel the need to do this if you don’t want to or if you’re unable to 🤗

I hope you have a beautiful day/night 💙

(Also I hope this made sense, I struggle to explain things sometimes 😖)

stray kids reaction to their s/o being self-conscious of their body build

hi! of course, my requests are always open. hope you like it ^^ (i didn't only use working out/dancing as topics, hope you don't mind!)

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chan

- because you worked out your legs a lot to gain strength, they just became naturally bigger

- chan was aware of this, not at first though

- he realised when you stopped wearing skirts and short dresses

- you began wearing more pants- overall, showing your legs less and less

- "babe, why did you stop wearing dresses? you look great in them"

- his question was innocent but it saddened you

- "i just don't look good in them..." you said "my thighs are so big..."

- he furrowed his brows "what? but they look great tho"

- with time, since chan helped you be happier with your body, you wore dresses again

minho

- you were a dancer, that's how you met minho

- your body was well built from dancing, you had muscular legs

- and minho was so proud of that, because he wanted his legs to look so good

- for you? it was something awful, you were so self-conscious of it

- so when minho looked at your legs, you just put your hands on them

- "why are you covering them? you have bruises or something?"

- you chuckled "minho, they're so muscular it's disgusting"

- he lightly hit your hands "don't say that. they look great and i'm so jealous because i've dancing for years and my legs literally look like noodles"

changbin

- changbin has broad shoulders but you were broader

- you didn't wear tank tops, or tight shirts because they showed your broad shoulders

- so when changbin bought you a cute tank top because he thought it'd look good on you, you cried

- poor boy was so confused

- were you crying because it was ugly? because it wasn't your size?

- afraid to ask

- "y/n, baby, what happens?"

- you explained that you were just so self-conscious of your shoulders and the tank top showed them a lot

- "but it would look amazing on you though? your shoulders are amazing, even if they're broad, it's natural"

- helps you love yourself

hyunjin

- the problem were your thighs

- hyunjin loved them but you didn't

- they were so big sometimes normal pants didn't fit you and you had to buy a bigger size and you hated it

- "jinnie, do these jeans look good on me?"

- but you couldn't breathe

- "aren't they tight in your thighs?"

- there it was. your thighs, again. you started tearing up

- "i hate them, i so hate them, so much"

- hyunjin heard you and comforted you

- "sh, don't say that. your thighs are amazing, i love them, and you should too"

jisung

- you used to work out with jisung at the beginning of your relationship

- at first, your body wasn't so well built

- but now you noticed that due to working out, your arms had muscles in places you didn't know muscles could appear

- jisung didn't have those muscles and he had been working out for longer than you

- and you started to think

- "am i weird?"

- "what are you saying now?"

- "ji, my arms have so many muscles, they're awful"

- "no. they're not. they're worked out. it's natural. don't think it's weird or that you're weird"

- you teared up

- "if you think they're too muscular, don't work them for a while. it's supposed to be fun for us, i don't want you to feel sad or anything"

felix

- you were a dancer and naturally your body is going to work out and get built

- but your body...... changed a lot in a short period of time

- you started to be sad because you noticed your shoulders got broader to the point they were felix's size

- you couldn't stop looking at his shoulders

- "baby, why are you looking at me like that?"

- "my shoulders..." you said, looking now at the mirror "a-are so b-broad" you cried

- felix face saddened, seeing you so sad was terrible for him

- he backhugged you "and?"

- "it doesn't disgust you?" he shook his head "really?"

- "baby, it's natural for that to happen. dancing, working out... makes our bodies change, you should be happy that it's changing in such a healthy way"

- he kissed your cheeks "i'll help you love them"

seungmin

- he already knew you were unhappy with your thighs, as they suddenly became bigger because you worked out a lot

- he heard you talking with your friends once

- "he's gonna be so disgusted, why would anyone date someone who's biggers are twice his?"

- he was sad to hear that, because he loved you for you, without caring about your appearance

- literally didn't check your thighs till that day

- "but i don't see nothing wrong?"

- "what?" you said confused "your thighs. they look amazing, don't be self-conscious about them. i am with you for who you are as a person, not your outside appearance"

- you blushed, because you knew he was talking about that one day

- and because he wasn't one that said that stuff just because

- "i love you, thank you"

jeongin

- he was once self-conscious of his teeth, so he totally understood you

- "y/n, it's normal to feel like that"

- your body was more athletic than other people's and you didn't really like it, to be honest

- "i am not telling you to not be sad or anything because that didn't work for me, but i will help you love your body as it is, because it's amazing"

- but even with that, it seemed impossible for you

- "y/n, look at my body, i worked out a lot too, we're body twinsies!!"

- you laughed, because he did the impossible to make you happy

- and it worked out

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i hope you like it!! i honestly am so happy with u.u

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mafia-nct · 4 years

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NCT 127: Their S/O getting kidnapped

YOO! I love to have your feedback so don’t be shy!

Warning: swearing, violence, torture

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Taeyong:

You weren’t kidnapped for long. The entire network put all of their efforts in getting you back alive and in one piece. Although you were rescued pretty quickly, your kidnappers made you live hell. They hit, slapped and cut you until you had bruises and blood on every part of your body. That’s what happens when you’re the boss’ girl.

Taeyong was sitting at the end of the table with you in his lap hugging him shaking and crying. Taeyong’s arms were tightly wrapped around you rubbing your back softly.

He listened to Johnny explaining your rescue operation.

When he was done, Taeyong looked at him with fire in his eyes. “End them.”

Taeil:

All they had was footage of you getting grabbed by a passing car. Luckily, they had Mark and Jisung. Once the two boys got the license plate and position of the car, Taeil left to find the culprit.

Finally spotting the car parked in a random street, Taeil got out of his car gun in hand.

He knocked on the driver’s window and when it rolled down, he wasted no time putting his gun against the driver’s head.

“Where is she?” He asked calmly

“I..I don’t know, they put her in a different car and drove off!”

Taeil cocked his gun. “I won’t repeat myself buddy.”

“Ok ok ok fine, they brought her to our base. That’s all I know, I..I swear.”

Taeil smirked and shot the guy.

“Hold on baby, I’m coming.”

Johnny:

When Chenle came running in his office to tell him that their rival gang had kidnapped his wife. He laughed. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“Come on Chenle,” said Johnny sitting on his desk, “you’re smarter than that. Do you really think they would mess with us?”

Chenle moved from one foot to the other. “I thought the same thing, but you should really see this.”

Chenle opened his laptop, gave it to Johnny and pressed play.

You showed up on the screen. Tied up, bloody and crying.

He watched the entire thing but his mind was somewhere else. He was boiling with rage.

“I want everyone in the meeting room in five minutes. We need to come up with a plan to get her out of there by tomorrow.” He screamed.

Yuta:

He was gearing up in the weaponry room. Taking literally every weapon he judge worthy.

“Yuta, you’re not thinking this through.” Said Jaehyun. “You’ll get seriously injured or even die.”

“I don’t care.” He replied

“Listen to yourself!” Screamed Doyoung, “Do you really think that’s what she wants? Do you think she wants you to get yourself killed trying to save her?”

Yuta slammed the firearm he had in his hands on the table in the middle of the room.

“Doyoung, they..” He chocked up, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. “They took her. They’re probably going to hurt her and I just.. I can’t..”

He chocked up again.

Mark placed a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get her back and will kill these bastards I promise, but let us help you. We work better as a team anyway.”

Yuta looked at Mark and nodded. “Alright, but I’m the one who kills her captor.”

Mark smiled. “Deal.”

Doyoung:

He was silent. He hadn’t said anything since Taeyong made him sit in his office. Doyoung wasn’t moving. He hadn’t moved since Taeyong told him the news. This was all his fault. He should’ve never brought you in this world.

“Doyoung,” Taeyong’s voice brought him back to reality. “Are you ok?”

He nodded. “What can I do to help? I want to get her back as quickly as possible!”

“I know that, which is why I put Kun and Mark’s crew on it. We’ll get her back don’t worry, but I can’t let you help. You’re too close to this.”

“Why?” Accused Doyoung

“Like I said, you’re too close to this. I don’t want you to make a mistake that could blow the entire operation. I have 14 men on this. Believe me, we’ll get her back safe and sound.”

Doyoung bit his tongue. He was about to curse out Taeyong, but knew the consequences.

He nodded. “Ok.”

He’ll just have to put his faith in his fellow members

Jaehyun:

Not only did they kidnap you; they also hacked the entire network. Every computer in the mansion displayed pictures of you tied up with the words: “do you want your pretty doll back? XD” under it.

Red. That’s the only thing he could see. Murder. That’s all he could think about. To say he was angry was an understatement; he was livid.

He couldn’t even listen to Taeyong speaking he was lost in rage. Lost in his own world where he beats the enemy until they’re all dead. Where he smashed the skull of the enemy’s boss with his bare hands. The same hands that were so tightly squeezed in fist that his nails were starting to draw blood.

Johnny put his hand on Jaehyun’s shoulder bringing him back to reality.

“I want them dead, all of them. I want people to be so scared of us after this that no one will ever dare to attack the people we love.” He spat

“Don’t worry,” smirked Johnny, “that’s exactly what we’re planning to do.”

Jungwoo:

They brought you back soon after they found out you were missing. You weren’t harm just scared but Jungwoo didn’t care. He was going to make the guy who stole his princess away pay.

Jungwoo paced around the cell. “So, you think you can kidnap my girl away and escape the consequences?” he made a disapproving sound. “I don’t think that’s how it works bud.”

The culprit was tied up to a chair: hands behind his back and a gag in his mouth. Many ideas passed through Jungwoo’s head. He was going to have fun with him. And he’ll have to take one hell of a shower, when he was done with him, before getting back to you.

Jungwoo took out a rusty knife from his back pocket and showed it to his, soon to be, victim. “Here’s what’s going to happen buddy. I’m going to open you up with this knife and you’re going to be a good bitch and take it. After I’m done with you, a.k.a. when you’ll be dead, I’m going to go back to my girl and love her all night long.” Jungwoo grabbed his victim hair yanking his head back. “How about we start this show?”

The gag muffled his victim’s screams. Jungwoo smirked and got to work.

Mark:

He’s been glued to his computer since the moment Taeil told him the news. He was dedicated to find you. He even asked for the help of Jisung and Chenle to help him locate you.

“God, there’s so much protection on these servers I can’t get in.” Grunted Jisung

“Yeah,” agreed Mark, “it’s like they knew we were going to hack them at some point.”

“Hey Mark,” called Chenle, “didn’t you give your girl a necklace that she could press and it send us a signal if anything happened to her?”

Mark kept pressing keys on his keyboard as he answered. “Yeah as a birthday gift.”

“What was the name of the signal again?”

Mark turned in his chair facing Chenle.

“Her code name: Diamond. Why?”

Chenle pointed at something on his computer. “I think I found her.”

Mark pushed Chenle out of the way to get a good look at the computer. And he saw it, a green dot flashing on the screen with your code name beside it.

“Good girl.” He smiled and he turned to Jisung. “Go tell Taeil we have her. It’s time for operation: let’s get my baby out of there!”

Haechan:

He barged into every room of the enemy’s base. He had one thing on his mind: finding you and quick. The network all worked together to plan the perfect attack plan. And that said plan included: storming their building when they didn’t expect it, wiping their entire data base and surround their base by explosives.

It wasn’t the first time these guys threated NCT and your kidnapping was the last straw for Taeyong.

“God damn it where is she?” Screamed Haechan as he knocked down another door.

“Joker, go down the corridor and check the third door on your right. The blue prints indicate a hostage room. She should be there!” Suggested Mark in his earpiece.

His hand on the wall, he walked down the corridor counting the doors. Arriving in front of the said door, he did a little prayer. He wanted you in black in his arms by now and his shoulder was starting to hurt. Chenle would soon give him the count down before he blew up the place and their’s no way he was going to leave without you. He kicked the door open and almost cried of relief when he saw you.

“Haechan!” you cried.

He jogged to you. Finally, you were back by his side. He kissed your forehead before he started to undo the rope holding you.

When the rope was undone, you threw your arms around his neck and hid your face in his shoulder.

“You came.” You whispered

“Of course I did.”

“Two minutes before explosion, people!” said Chenle in the earpiece.

Haechan looked at you. “Jump baby, I’ll carry you out. Then Chenle can blow up these bitches!”

#nct mafia au #nct 127 #nct drabbles #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct imagines #lee taeyong #johnny seo #moon taeil #yuta nakamoto #kim doyoung #jung jaehyun #kim jungwoo #mark lee #lee haechan

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nanasarea · 4 years

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Huang Renjun as your idol bf

Genre: fluff

Pairing: renjun x idol!reader

Request: could I request renjun? + can you do idol renjun as you’re bf? + can you do it for renjun? (triple request, it’s what he would have wanted)

Word count: 1225 (i had to stop myself or else this would have been 5k)

a/n: we know I don’t proofread at this point so.....

Haechan / Yuta / Mark / Jeno / Jaemin / Chenle / Jisung

Your schedules overlapped

you were at music core

and when renjun lost a dare

he had to go outside and sing his iconic voice crack

he felt embarrassed

but you couldn’t help but laugh

and since jeno knew of renjun’s crush

and he was next to you when you laughed

he was like “i’m gonna be such a good wingman”

so he was like

“his voice crack is funny, but wait till you see his horrible attempts at comedy”

r.i.p

lee jeno

2000-2020

but it got you to talk to him so

it worked

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so you ended up taking him up on his offer

“to show you his horrible attempts at comedy over a drink”

and so you went

sm said no

but renjun bullied them into saying yes

i mean

he insisted

normalize bullying sm 2020

anyway

the media knew abt your relationship

before you two did

bu are you surprised

i mean the man does what he wants

if he wants to kiss you in public before you’re even offical

so be it

he knows what he wants

and he shall get it

with consent of course

now onto the relationship itself

you soon realize jeno wasn’t kidding

sometimes his attempts really were horrible

sometimes they were really funny tho

you never knew which one you were gonna get

he likes to be unpredictable like that

buys you moomin merch

but like matching merch

only matching

bc if not, it’s all his

acts like he would sell you for a bag of expired doritos

but is actually madly in love with you

kisses your forehead and tucks you in

without knowing you weren’t asleep

so when you bring it up

he’s like

“waaaaat no i was just ....”

and then runs away

literally never a dull moment

something tells me he would sneak out of the dorms at like 2am

to drag you to watch the stars

and discuss alien life

or another conspiracy theory

or one of his “do sunflowers turn themselves to face the sun?” questions

or he just blurts out something that makes you have to google the answer

would bet on it beforehand tho

it always ends in existential crisis

speaking of bets

call it a hunch,

but this boy would bet on everything

just so at the end, he could hear

“you were right”

he dresses up for you

and the dreamies tease him

like that one time he tucked his shirt into his pants

and the dreamies were OI RENJUN~

on the topic of dreamies being brats

you join them

of course you do

they love you for it

he doesn’t hesitate to beat all your asses tho

he ends up choking you as a joke

and you jokingly moan

and say “harder, daddy”

and now he has discovered some new kinks

I’m sorry I had to include that, i had a dream abt that once so

but i mean

are we surprised?

he may be tiny

but he’s an aries

and a scorpio moon

what do you expect

he also draws for you a lot

draws you a lot too

like a lot

has a whole sketch book

just for his drawings of you

and for you

it ends up filling up in less than a month

but in his defense,

HE JUST LIKES DRAWING PRETTY THINGS OKAY

also

the type of person to be cheesy but like

only around you

when you’re in public

and you do something cheesy,

he fake vomits

but in private,

he’ll be looking for something

“ren, what are you looking for?”

“my will to live”

*turns around and looks at you*

“nevermind, found it”

the first time he said something like this

you were convinced he finally got abducted by aliens

for talking about them so much

that they had to like switch him out with a fake renjun

but no, it was renjun

a very soft renjun

who is now very whipped and comfortable with you

teases you so much tho

like I’m not saying he would roast you 6 times daily

but that’s exactly what I’m saying

we love a sassy icon

but it’s okay, you do the same

but will square up whenever someone else does it

even you

“no one makes fun of y/n!”

y/n: haha look at how weird i look in this photo

renjun: square up, sweetheart

talks bout his day with you every night before bed

“so since chenle said the only food that can make him cry are onions, i threw a watermelon at him”

“i told jeno i knew he snuck out last night so he played dumb, a bit too dumb, because his response was “who’s jeno?”...i live with these people...”

“i should have stayed in china”

speaking of china, you ask him to teach you some phrases

and his reaction was

“me? huang renjun? the man with a never-ending identity crisis?”

he does it anyway

he teaches you so well that you end up speaking Chinese for when you do group activities

“introduce your group in Chinese, please”

*all members look at you*

and he ends up teaching you only bc he’s whipped

you’re the only person who’s allowed to go to the moon with him when he wins the lottery

you walk into him laying on the floor

“lemme guess, you want everyone to disappear?”

“no, you can stay....sicheng can visit on the weekends, but that’s it.”

speaking of wayv,

they are now your brothers-in-law

they treat you like you’re one big family

bc you are

so like for your bday,

he only texts you hbd,

but when he actually sees you,

he ends up giving you like this one big speech about how lucky he is to have you

you cry

he cries

you both cry

your date nights are decided by rock, paper, scissors

no, i am not joking

whoever wins, gets to pick the movie, the food, so on

so let’s say you hang out with yangyang

you go shopping together

and then you tell renjun about your day

and he’s like

“let’s not change the subject.”

“what’s the subject?”

“me”

of course he’s jealous

he’s an aries

with a scorpio moon

again, what do you expect

he does however love that you get along with his friends

also, I’m not implying that you have “short king anthem” as his ringtone or anything

but you totally do

because he’s 5 foot something and he indeed is royalty

short king renjun rise

but also have i mentioned you’re the only one who can calm him down

like jeno’s instinct is to call you when renjun gets like extremely sad or angry

you’re there in less than 5

obviously

fuck dance practice

renjun is more important

he does the same for you

i feel like he’d be so good at comforting

like i can’t explain it

but he just gives the vibe

also i know we talk abt photographer na

like a lot

but PHOTOGRAPHER HUANG

like he’s so talented in literally everything he does

renjun best boy(friend)

renjun ace

and whenever you compliment him

he gets so flustered

he is now the exact shade of a firetruck

but he will quickly cover it up

with something cocky like

“of course I am, I’m renjun”

to wrap this up, renjun is the best boyfriend and you both know it.

renjun > everyone else

convince me otherwise, I DARE YOU (spoiler: you can’t)

tag list: @soleilchannie

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atiny-exol · 4 years

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Innocent! Straykids their Yandere s/o punishes them

Warning: this is a yandere reaction, this contains a toxic relationship, abuse, torture, blood and some dark topics if you are uncomfortable with that please don't read it.

Chan

He is the nicest and loveliest person you know

Always nice to you and everyone around him

And that's the problem

You hate it when he talks with other people

Epically girls

So it isn't a surprise that you had enough one day

Chan really was just nice to the young lady and helped her with some heavy stuff but of course you got jealous

As soon as you arrived home later, you locked the door and told him that you hate it when he is flirting with other people

He didn't really understand what you mean.. He was just nice wasn't he?

You cried infront of him and told him how horrible and terrible you felt while he flirted with this girl

How insecure you are and how much it scares you that he might leave you for someone better

It wasn't the first time that you manipulated him and it isn't the last time

Let's say that he won't talk that nicely to others anymore because he doesn't want to hurt you and just wants the best for you

So his punishment is more psychological

,,B.. Babygirl/Babyboy? W.. Why why are you crying? Did I do something wrong again? I'm sorry I'm. Really sorry." Chans wrapped his strong arm around you waist and pets you head with the other hand. ,,N.. No no..its fine c.. Chan it's fine." you cried out under fake sobs, and behind his back a smirk appeared on your face. He is so easy to manipulate.

Minho

You kidnapped the poor guy, but at least you took your cats with him

You know how much he loves his cats

But he he gives them more attention when you. You will take them away

Lock him up and just let him out if he gives you the attention you need

You aren't physically

You just know that the cats are the only interaction he will have with something what breaths beside you

And he wouldn't stand it if you hurt his precious cats

He never breaks the limit so he isn't sure if you really hurt his cats or not

But to be honest he doesn't want to find it out

,,No Minho you don't understand that! You won't give me attention while you pet this stupid things!" Minho looked at you with big eyes and carefully put the cat down his lap and on the ground, before he looked away. ,,Y/N s.. See I.. I'm sorry.. I" ,,A sorry won't fix that Minho~" with a soft voice you continued. ,,Never do that again or I have to lock you in the basement again without your cats."

Changbin

Changbin is a very feisty one

He doesn't want to play by your rules and he will do everything to break them

He tries to run away multiple times

And you are getting tired of it

Yes it is funny to see the climpse of happiness in his eyes then he steps outside for a second

And yes it's sadistically satisfying to see how his happiness turns into fear and anger as soon as he realizes that it was a trap

It is funny and yes you loved it

But that doesn't mean that you will let him do that over and over again

Killing for Changbin? No problem for you

You will drag some friends from him one by one in the basement let him watch how you torture them and then he can decide witch one dies first

If he doesn't give in you will break him into submission

Loud and painful screams echo through the silent and dark basement as you stabbed the knive inside the thigh of your newest victim. A satisfied and sadistic giggle left your mouth as you smudged the blood other the face of them, before you turned around to your tied up boyfriend. ,,Come on binnie which one should si kill first? Choose wisely because the other one will get more pain for the next hour."

Hyunjin

Let me make one thing clear this one isn't that easy to break

You are his best friend for some time

You love him

You are possessive over him

He is the one who gives you the will to live and he

He is just so ignorant

One day he told you that he has a girlfriend now

And you would not only hate her bur also hyunjin

But you love him too and you want to make Jim yours

Breaking hyunjin is one goal you tried not to do but after this you aren't that nice anymore

You tied him on a chair and pulled out a knive

Your initials now over his collarbone

After that you brought his girlfriend in the room and killed her infront of him

Let's say he won't break your heart again

The black haired girl layed on the floor, infront of Hyunjins feet, shaking in fear as she saw how you stepped near to her. The inner sadist came out and your once so lovely face is twisted into a psychotic smile to her, before you stepped on her hand, letting her scream another time in pain. ,,Hyunjin is mind just mine and you-" you squatted infront of her and with a rough pull on her hair you brought her face near yours. ,,You will never change that."

Jisung

Best boy

He is a whole sunshine does everything to make you happy and would never betray you

At least you thought that

One time you came home and Jisung wasn't around

His clothes are gone and you couldn't track his mobile phone anymore

You cried a lot but then you got angry

He did the only thing you asked him not to do

He left you

And he will regret it

It wasn't impossible to find him

And once you though him

He tried to tell people that you are going to hurt whim that you are sick

But you made the lie that he is mentally not stable and that he is confused

No one believed him

And now you have him back again

His punishment is easy

He won't go out anymore, you take the affection you gave him away and you treat him like a doll

Nothing and I mean nothing is done by himself anymore

If you don't need him right now he is tied to the bed, gagged and unable to do anything

You love him and you don't want to lose him ever again

,,My precious little doll." you said while you are deep down in your own happy mindset, where everything is good and Jisung is living a happy life with you together. The reality is far away from that. Jisung is laying on the bed, eyes closed, mouth filled with a gag and a few tears running down his cheek while he wished that he never made the mistake to try to leave you.

Felix

He was your best friend for such a long time

And you loved him since your childhood

As you confessed to him and he returned the feeling you were so happy

But Felix soon realized that the relationship isn't going like he wanted it to be

You are jealous very easily no one can come near him without you throwing a tantrum

He can't talk to anyone anymore because you would get angry at him

But you can't understand why he doesn't like it

It just showy that you love him so much and that you won't let someone steal him away

But as he tries to break up with you

You lost everything

Of course you would let him go at first

But after this night no one and I mean no one saw him again

Because he is sitting in the house you made just for you and him

He can't leave it

And you still need to remind him that he can never break up with you again

That's why you should show him how much he hurted you with that

,,Come on lixie. It isn't that worse."you said while you rolled your eyes and layed the teaser on the table beside you. ,,You didn't understand yet how much it hurt me when you tried to break up with me. You don't know it yet." Another deep sigh left your mouth and you looked at your other tools laying on the table, placing the hammer inside your hand, and as soon as your fingers wrapped around the cruel tool you can see the fear in his eyes. ,,That's it. That's what I want to see." Incomprehensible words left his gagged mouth and another giggle is heard from you. ,,Don't worry soon you understand the pain I felt.

Seungmin

You stalked him for so long and he didn't even know that you existed

You took photos of him at every activity he did

A whole room just with photos from him

Let's say some of them aren't that innocent

Punishing Seungmin?

Yes because one day you decided to take him

You want him to fall in love with you

So you texted him

But he was so rude towards you

Lling you that he doesn't know who you are and that you are probably a psycho

So you blackmailed him with some photos

And if he didn't believe you and block you

The photos are on all social media platforms till he apologizes

Disbelieving what he just saw, eungmin shakes his head and thinks that all of this is just a big bad nightmare, but as he opened Instagram again and saw the same pictures over and over again, tears collected in his eyes and he quickly unblocked the person who threatened him yesterday.

,,I'm sorry please I won't do it again. Please... D.. Dont post pictures of me like that again. "

Jeongin

He is the easiest to manipulate

Soon in your relationship you arrange it that he has no one beside you

All his friends disappeared one by one and no one wants to talk to him anymore

If he doesn't behave well you will threat him that you will leave him

That no one will ever love him the same way you love him

That everyone will hurt him

And Jeongin believes you. Especially if you are older he will believe you

Everything you say is true in his mind and he doesn't think twice about it

You have him wrapped around your little finger and if he still acts like a brat you will treat him like a child

Early bedtime, no sweet, not going outside and no affection

So.. Let's say he won't do it that often

,,What did I say Jeongin baby? " ,,N.. No sweets after 9pm N.. Noona/H.. Hyung."the younger said while his head hand low and his look shows that he is sorry that he disappointed you. ,,And what did you do Baby?" ,,I a.. Ate sweets after 9pm without asking." ,,That's right. Now go to the separate room. You sleep alone today." His eyes widden in shock and he looked at you with teary eyes. ,,N.. Noona/Hyung p. Please n." ,,I won't repeat that Jeongin. Go."

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nc7dr3am · 4 years

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“can we call 119?”

lily loved performing.

she decided that, musically, we boom was her favorite album. she had become a lot better at dancing with extreme amounts of practice- enough to worry her members at some points.

they were in the middle of promotions and recording for a music show. lily felt very alive during that performance in particular.

the bridge came and she was singing her high note that went with renjun’s when it happened.

it wasn’t even the most complex part of the dance. which made it even more embarassing when her ankle snapped.

there was an audible hiss of pain into her microphone and she heard fans gasping. her eyes filled with tears. she would not look down at her ankle, she told herself. she needed to be professional and keep performing as best as she could.

but the pain was excruciating. she opted to put as little weight on it as possible, silently thanking her stylists for giving her pants and heeled boots that day so fans couldn’t see if anything was wrong. she could hardly move her foot and she was sure she looked terrible. she was relieved she didn’t have any singular lines and the song was almost over because she didn’t trust her ability to sing.

she caught the other dreamies concerned looks, despite keeping their presence and performances intact. the song ended, and she nearly fell over, saved by jeno quickly rushing over and scooping her up before taking her off stage, the other dreamies following and removing their mics.

“oh my god,” jeno breathed, sitting her down on a chair and managers quickly rushing over. by then, the tears were flowing and she was cursing under her breath.

“why did you keep dancing?” jaemin scolded while her manager tried to attempt to remove her shoe. she cried out, reaching for renjun’s hand and squeezing it tightly.

“it hurts so bad,” she whispered, trying to hold in her impulse to scream. “p-please stop trying to take it off. can’t you cut it open?”

chenle ran to find scissors from their stylist, returning almost impossibly quick.

she almost retched when she saw the improper angle of her foot. it wasn’t as bad as some she had seen, thank goodness, but it wasn’t the most pleasant sight.

“can we call 119 now?” she asked, not realizing her other manager was already doing just that.

“they’ll be here soon,” chenle assured her.

“of course this would happen to you, clumsy,” hyuck joked, trying to lighten the mood. she almost smiled, but it hurt too much.

she suddenly flushed when she realized how tightly she was holding renjun’s hand, letting go and apologizing.

“no, it’s okay,” renjun told her, picking her hand back up.

jisung looked like he was about to cry. “does this mean you can’t promote with us anymore?” he asked.

she hadn’t even thought about it. fresh tears started to flow.

“jisung,” jaemin chided. “don’t worry her even more.”

“no, it’s okay sungie,” lily told him, reaching for his hand and squeezing. “i don’t think i will- but let’s try to keep positive, yeah?”

she knew it was pointless to hold out hope, but she also knew how emotional jisung was. so she kept hold of his hand, squeezing it again for reassurance.

“hey,” renjun began, drawing her attention back over to him. “no matter what happens, just know we are never complete without you.”

for once, no one really knew what to say- not even hyuck, who was always intent on lightening the mood.

lily giggled out of nowhere.

“what?” jeno asked, confused.

“힘들면 불러도 돼너의 one-one-nine,” she sang, albeit strained, which made them all laugh pretty hard.

when the ambulance came, it was decided that none of the members would join lily- causing a lot of anger.

“why can’t we go?”

“she’s our member- we have to go and make sure she’s alright!”

“you can’t not let us go!”

“this is crazy- we’re going.”

lily frowned. “guys, please,” she whispered, weakly. “it’s okay, manager unnie will take care of me,” she referenced their favorite, most kind manager who was close to lily in particular.

they attempted to protest, but she cut them off.

“look, you all know as well as i do that i won’t be able to perform with you all for the rest of promotions. but you need to stay for the rest of the show, okay? for me. hopefully we get a win- mention me in the thank you, okay?”

they all looked emotional, but nodded, not able to say much.

“you can come when it’s all done, okay? don’t worry about me. i love you,” she bid them farewell as the ambulance took her away.

once alone with her manager and the emergency staff, she began crying harder than before. a piece of her heart had broken, knowing she would be left out promotions.

her phone buzzed with a text.

shining star lele: we’ll be there as soon as we can. i hope it doesn’t hurt too badly- i love you, and i’m sorry. remember that you’re my best friend~~

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mrs-i-have-too-many-biases · 4 years

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Bang Chan// Sun and Moon (-light)// Chapter five

Summary: Sun and Moon, different from another, but both unmissable in the world. The sun is warm, it provides daylight. It represents life, strength and growth. The moon, the brightest and largest object in our night sky. It makes the earth more liveable and represents admiration, change, mystery and feelings. The sun is untouchable and unreachable, but what if his ,independent, sun(-shine) becomes his world? Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Season: Spring Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader (ft. Seo Changbin) AU: | Delinquent!Female Reader | Vice President!Bang Chan | School!AU | Non!Idol AU | Genre: Fluff/ Angst Word Count: 9,5K Warnings: Themes of bullying, Themes of Abuse, swearing, insults, Anxiety Requested: Yes, (Reference) A/n: For the sake of the fiction, Chan is a twat in the story (his mother is very unpleasant in the story/this chapter), but only for imagines/ fiction purposes only. We all know better than that. I have mentioned his real-life sibling’s names in this chapter/story. Please remember to not harass them.

Y/n had been avoiding Chan ever since the argument. She wouldn’t look at him and she started to skip the classes they shared. It saddened Chan as he thought about the fact that he had ruined the chance to get to know her better and he ruined it with his pushing and pulling.

His friends noticed Chan’s change in behaviour and they found it weird to see their friend acting sulky and sad for days straight, when he was known for his charming smile and dimples that were almost permanently shown on his face. Besides Chan Changbin in behaviour, Y/n did as well. She started to act tough again and she air around her seemed colder than before. She didn’t even bother talking to the teachers anymore. They obviously wanted to ‘fix’ Y/n’s old attitude, but she wasn’t bothered by their concerns. She had better things to worry about.

The teachers would be in class, asking Y/n to solve a problem, but she would blankly stare at them and right after focus her gaze back to the outside world that seemed to be less painful than wherever she was right now. Changbin was the only person right now she wanted to see and speak to. She still didn’t wanted to inform him about her problems, because it just seemed not worth it, to her at least. Changbin saw the sadness in his best friend’s eyes when they facetimed. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but he knew better. She had to come to him if she wanted to tell him, that was up to her. He had learned that the hard way as well through the years the two had known each other.

At school Chan dare to walk up to her. He had tried to drag her out of class even, since he held that power. Right now he had her outside of her English class. She rolled her eyes at him and wanted to walk away from him, but he grabbed her by her wrist to stop her. “Y/n, you don’t have to fake ‘it’ around me, you know that, right?” The sentence made her angry and rolled her eyes once again at him. She yanked her arm from his grip and walked to the girls’ bathroom. Chan saw the anger forming into her eyes and he felt worse in an instant. He started to feel frustrated as well, because everything he tried, seemed to make everything worse.

And he didn’t wanted that, he felt like he needed to make it up and get to know her better. There was something about her that made him feel and think this way. It drove him crazy.

In the meantime there was a certain someone who seemed to be glad at Chan’s misery and took it into their own advantage, this person as you can guess is Sooyun. Chan was in her eyes a vulnerable person right now, who needed comfort. And who else than her would be the perfect person for that? Which is once again one of the thoughts she had in her little head.

She clung onto him for dear life as the days went on that Y/n was ignoring him. She loved the fact that they weren’t talking anymore. They also seemed to not be going on their little ‘dates’ anymore.

The amount of shit she talked about Y/n is also unbelievable.

“She didn’t deserve you anyway, you’re so much better off without that tramp.” “She wouldn’t fit into our world anyway Chan, you did the poor girl a favour.” “I bet she was just after you for the money, you should watch out with people like that. You can’t trust her.”

Chan heard her words, but they never arrived to his mind, since he was still too busy thinking about a way to make it up to Y/n. Sooyun keeps on talking shit as Y/n walked by them. She heard the terrible words Sooyun was spilling from her lips. Y/n looked at Chan to see if he would step up for her, but he never did. She scoffed to herself in disbelief, feeling more stupid than ever for even thinking about Chan as a friend. When Chan smelled a familiar fragrance, a body mist Y/n loved to wear, his head shot up and saw Y/n’s figure walk off.

He cringed and facepalmed himself as he realised that Sooyun was still rambling on. His guilt was eating himself away and he felt his stomach hitting a pit since he felt even worse for not stepping up for Y/n when he needed to.

During their lunchbreak he didn’t see her outside at her usual spot and he felt weird to not see her on her phone, smiling and talking to whoever was on the other side of the line. He tried to find her and eventually saw her laying on the sport field, enjoying the sun.

“Y/n, can we talk?” Chan asked her hopefully. “What is there to talk about Chan?” She snapped back. He sat down next to her on the warm grass in the hope for her to look at him, but she never did. She continued to lay down with her eyes closed, in the hope of Chan to go away.

“Felix, I don’t know what to do, okay?” Chan ran his hands through his hair in frustration as he talked to his friend after their training. “Why do you care so much about this anyway? It wasn’t like the two of you were the closest. Hell, the two of you couldn’t stand each other before, why would you care now?” Felix’s words were harsh, but they weren’t untrue. Chan questioned himself why he was actually doing this. He felt like he could only talk to Felix about this, since he wouldn’t receive sassy remarks from him during a conversation, unlike Jisung and Minho who seemed to have only sarcasm in their vocabulary.

“Just try talking to her then-“ “You’re saying that as if I haven’t tried that in the first place!” Chan cried out. “Well, then keep on trying, I guess. You’re at least showing her afford that you are indeed trying to make it up to her.” Felix advised, which was exactly what Chan would do.

“You can’t keep doing this Chan.” Y/n sighed as she was dragged out of her class once again. “Only this way I can talk to you.” “I don’t like it.” She admitted as she crossed her arms, waiting for him to speak. Chan opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t do it in the hallways of the school. He sighed, before he grabbed her wrist once again, tightly this time, and dragged her outside behind him as she argued against.

“Okay, listen. I’m terribly sorry for the fact that I made you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t have pushed you to tell me and I know that now. I really am so sorry. I quite missed hanging out with you and tutoring you, I guess I kind of looked forward to our sessions, since they’re quite fun and we always hang out after. I miss that. I hope you can forgive me and give me another chance-“ “Chan are you crying?” Y/n asked shocked as she saw his eyes water. “N-no.” He stuttered with a pout on his lips.

Y/n knew his words were sincere and that he was actually sorry. She just needed some time to herself to clear up her mind. She smiled to herself as the boy in front of her was still tearing up. She chuckled lightly before lifting his face up with her finger, so he was facing her again. It took Chan by surprise when she hugged him and comfortingly rubbed his back.

“It’s okay you big baby.” “So, you forgive me?” He asked, still a little in shock. “Of course. You’re sweet and sincere, besides. I can’t let you suffer for any longer, it’s quite sad to see.” She giggled, making him smile into her hair. He felt relieved and joy soon after filled his body. He couldn’t help but lift her up in the air and twirl her around.

She squealed out his name and he giggled as well, nobody was allowed to publicly display affection, basically they broke a school rule. But they didn’t care at that moment, because they were glad to be around each other again.

More days went by. And as every second passed, Chan felt himself becoming smitten for Y/n. He had taken her to his place more often after their tutoring sessions. He even offered to move the tutoring sessions to his place. They would have snacks and boba whilst studying. Music would also be played on the background, which they gladly jammed to as they lip-synced the lyrics.

Chan and Y/n would also have a new favourite spot, which was at the park. They would take Y/n’s motor, to get their easily. Banpo Bridge Park, had become their favourite spot. One day, Y/n came to pick up Chan from his apartment. He told her he was outside with his dog and siblings, playing in their nearby park. His siblings were in awe at the shiny black motor Y/n owned. She offered them a ride, with permission of course and ever since that moment, Y/n had taken over the cool older ‘sister’ roll that Chan used to wear as their brother.

Chan pretended to be hurt that his title was stolen, but he secretly loved it. He felt like his family was accepting her into his life. He loved the interactions she had with Hannah and Lucas, they would be excited to see her and wave from outside their window or balcony to her as she came to pick up Chan for one of their park dates.

Today was one of those days. Y/n was waiting outside, her motor still on as she waited for Chan to arrive downstairs. “Hi Y/n!” She heard a young voice from above her. “Hi Lucas!” She yelled back. “You’re going to the park again?” He asked curiously. “Yes! I also have a bag with snacks! But you will have to come down here if you want them-“ “Wait, wait! I’ll be there! Wait for me!” He yelled, cutting her off as he rushed away from her sight.

She laughed slightly when she heard him yell out his sister’s name to come with.

“Hi Munchkin-“ “Y/n!” Two voices overpowered Chan’s, leaving him chuckling to himself as he watched his siblings run to Y/n’s waiting figure. “Hey Kiddos! There you go.” Y/n sang as she handed over the bag. “Is this all for us?” “Yes! Now, go back up before your mother will wonder where the two of you have run off to.” “Thank you, Y/n!”

“They’re very fond of you.” Chan states as the two had disappeared. “They’re the first then.” Y/n laughed as she threw a helmet Chan’s way. “That’s not true, I am as well.” He said playfully with a wink, sooner enough receiving a pair of rolled eyes his way. “You’re getting on pineapple chunk, or what?” “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” She smirked, causing Chan to shake his head whilst laughing as he put on the helmet.

The ride wasn’t that long, but Chan had always enjoyed the ride. He had to hold himself back to hug Y/n to death as she rode them to their destination. He could faintly smell the body mist she was wearing. He thought she was bad ass and he absolutely loved it. He felt himself falling for her. He really was, and hard as well. He would deny it thought, because he was kept being told that he shouldn’t or couldn’t.

They would arrive at the park, but she stopped at a convenience store, causing Chan to shoot her a confused look.

“That bag with snacks earlier, they were actually for us, but I knew they would love them as well. Besides we can buy some more.” She admitted whilst laughing, causing Chan’s heart to swell a little at her act of kindness.

“Thanks.” Chan muttered as they gathered things they were craving to eat. “For what?” “For being so nice to my siblings, they really are crazy about you.” “No problem, really. They have been nothing but nice to me, it’s the least I could do to be honest.” Her beaming smile as she talked had Chan feeling like the air was being knocked out of his lungs. She was almost literally breath-taking.

She was wearing a knitted vest, skinny jeans and her signature leather jacket in her arm as she walked around. She had been wearing different clothes through the time they hung out together. Her clothes seemed to be more laid-back and casual. He liked her style, because it kind of complimented his own style.

The scenery was beautiful as always as they sat on their usual spot at the park. They would talk about their week, laugh about the funny things they had seen or heard and enjoy their time together. As Y/n was talking about her teacher being scolded by their principal in the middle of her class, Chan was admiring her features.

He saw her eyes becoming smaller and almost transforming themselves into a crescent moon as she laughed, but she wasn’t shining like a moon, she was brighter. She was a literal sunshine and he was enchanted by her warmth.

Chan started to notice more things he liked about her, things that got his heart racing at an unhuman speed for her. The way she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she tried to eat. The way she pouted after he playfully insulted her. The way she her eyes started to twinkle when she got excited for something.

It all, just didn’t make sense, yet it did to him. His feelings were overwhelming him and he tried to push them down as he didn’t wanted to make this awkward.

“Maybe I should change your nickname from Munchkin to Sunshine.” Chan chuckled as Y/n got excited to see the food trucks in the distant. “Why?” She asked curiously. “Just because, you shine so bright.” He tried to explain. “Well, if I’m a sunshine, then you’re a moonlight.” She said with a grin. “And why is that sunshine?” “Just because, you’re so pale-“ “Alright come here!” Chan scoffed whilst laughing in disbelief as he started to chase her, which caused her to run away from his grabby hands as she squealed.

“Smile for me sunshine!” Chan chirped as he pulled out his camera, whilst she enjoyed her ice cream. She looked at him with big eyes as her ice cream covered half of her face, she smiled flustered when she noticed the camera. “Ah, no! What are you doing?” She squealed as she tried to move away from Chan and his phone that was focused on her. “The lightning looks great on you, I just need to capture this.” “If you want to capture this beauty, you better take a picture, yeah that’s right.” She jokes, posing with her ice cream as she stared into the camera. Chan saw her eyes sparkle and he felt his heart race inside of his chest.

The night would go on and the two would continue to take aesthetically pleasing pictures. He would have her do multiple poses as he took her pictures all night. Eventually, he would pull her to his side, as the lights of the city were shown in the back as if they were bright stars in the sky. He had his arm around her waist and his cheeks squished against her, leaving her in a giggling fit.

She turned her body to him, so she was facing the camera. Her arms would be wrapped around his neck, his arm finding its way to her lower back, pulling her even closer to her body as they smiled for the camera. “That’s cute. Send me that.” She chirped as she adored the picture on Chan’s phone.

If they would’ve shown that to a stranger, they would’ve looked like a couple. Chan couldn’t lie and said that he didn’t enjoy the attention he was receiving from Y/n though. He loved the random hugs he got and the banter they had together.

Chan was handed back his phone and now he was the one staring at the picture. He then went to his Instagram and uploaded it, without thinking too much of it. After he would put his phone away and pay all his attention to Y/n. Little did he know, that all his friends were blowing up his phone. Asking for a reason behind the photo.

Felix: bro, are you dating her? Minho: Istg if you are the one falling for her Minho: don’t come to us that we didn’t warn you Jisung: I Don’t LiKe HeR LiKe ThAt

Even Sooyun got on his tail. She called him multiple times, because she wanted this madness to stop, because Chan was ‘hers’ after all.

After their ‘date’ Chan would come home and be immediately bothered again, by Sooyun, who dared to go to his house at eleven o’clock at night. Chan groaned to himself in annoyance. All he wanted was to enjoy his time alone after having such a great time with Y/n.

“Hi Channie!” She sung, clinging onto him briefly before entering his apartment. His phone was still blowing up, his friends trying to reach him through calls, because it would be easier to rant that way.

“What are you doing here Yun?” He sighed. “I thought you would like to hang out.”

‘With you at fucking eleven PM? No thanks.’ He thought to himself.

His mood had dropped from joyful to sulky the longer he was in the same room as Sooyun. She would start to talk away and his mind drifted off to his own train of thoughts, since those seemed more interesting than Sooyun ever would be.

He had to stop himself from laughing as he thought back at the memory of Y/n almost falling into the Han River as they raced along it. She tripped and grabbed onto his arm, almost dragging him into the water with her if he hadn’t found his balance.

They felt like they were high up in the sky as they joked around like little kids who didn’t had a care in the world. He wouldn’t wish for any other feeling to make him happy. His mind suddenly went into stress-mode when he remembered that the ‘date’ was only platonic and that he knew that he was falling for her. A part of him didn’t wanted him to fall for her. He knew there was a kind of pressure performed on him, where he had to keep his status as his first priority. Which meant, dating someone from the same status or higher. Lower was never an option and he had always been reminded of it.

Mister perfect, was one of his many nicknames. He had been called that ever since he was younger. And through the years his perfectionism started to show. He wanted everything to be just right, because he felt like he needed to please everyone and keep everyone happy. And as an older brother as well he was told to be the example and someone they have to look up to.

He was never bothered by carrying this baggage, but he couldn’t say that he wasn’t stressed from time to time.

“Chan! Pay attention to the lady. You can’t do that-“ His mother would argue. Chan would simply ignore her and leave to his room. He locked both doors and dropped himself on his Queen-sized bed. He took out his phone and stared at the pictures and smiled to himself after hours of ‘torture’ being around Sooyun for so long.

Y/n looked beautiful with the sun setting behind her whilst looking at the camera, creating a slight silhouette, but her eyes being clearly visible as they sparkled. It might be one of Chan’s favourite pictures. He passes a picture of the two smiling to the camera, the one where she was wrapped into his arm and clinging onto him. The happiness in her eyes made his heart swell in joy and he felt his mind fill with pink clouds as he stared at her. He decided to connect his phone to his printer and print out the picture on a fancy glossy type of paper he had stolen from his sister’s bedroom the other day.

He remembered that he had some old frames laying around and framed the adorable photograph. He couldn’t help but start to miss her. He had literally seen her earlier that day. They hung out for hours, but he wanted nothing more than to spend time with her all the time. That was the moment he knew he was fucked.

He knew his mother loved Sooyun, so did his father. They wanted Chan to be with a girl like Sooyun, even though they could see that he wasn’t their son’s type. He loved being with Y/n, her attitude of hating his status attracted him to her. She didn’t care, she never did. He loved it, it was just so refreshing to him. His friends also never cared about his status, but that was because they had their own.

Yes, Y/n, did as well technically, but she didn’t identify herself through it.

Chan placed the picture on a shelf next to his bed and looked at it, until he fell into a deep slumber, secretly hoping that he would meet her again in his dreams.

More days would go by and Chan would continue to skip more classes to be with Y/n. She had him wrapped around her finger and she didn’t even notice. He skipped meetings, training sessions and eventually asked her to skip her classes. He even ditched his own friends to be around her.

They didn’t like it, that was for sure. The other day it even caused an argument among the boys. They blamed Y/n for everything, since they of course knew where their friend went whenever her wasn’t around them.

They started to judge him, for going on a different path that he and they were used to. So did the teachers. They weren’t used to Chan being rebellious. And once again they blamed Y/n for it, even though Chan had been the person who, most of the time, caused the both to skip classes. Chan got scolded, a lot.

His teachers, friends and eventually his family as well, when they found out, they were all on his tail. He would roll his eyes to them and wanting to continue his life in peace. Even Sooyun, had the nerve to interfere her little butt into his business. Interrogating him with question like:

‘Why have you been hanging out with her so much?’

‘Why haven’t we hung out lately?’

‘When will our next date be?’

‘You know you shouldn’t hang out with her, right? She is bad news after all. C’mon Chan, out of all of the people you should know best. You’re vice president after all.’

He just wanted to be alone. He was a boy in love and he wanted to be with Y/n as much as he could. And if that meant, skipping classes, then he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Today was one of those days.

Y/n was sat outside, putting her phone away as she finished her call with Changbin for her daily check up with him. Chan would appear behind her and peak his head closely next to her as he stood behind her. “Hi.” He simply said, receiving a squeal from her as she jumped in surprise. “How many times have I told you to not do that. I will punch you if you don’t look out Moonlight.” “Beats me Sunshine, you wouldn’t hit me. You like me too much.” He said with a confident smile plastered on his face.

The words thrilled Y/n. Her vision on Chan had completely changed the past few weeks that they had spent together. They were a bliss and she couldn’t be happier that he had entered her life, especially since Changbin had left for so long and she wasn’t sure if she would be able to survive that long without someone by her side.

Her contact with her dad was also limited to the minimum, since she spend too much time with Chan. She was happy and grateful that he had so much time for her, even though he didn’t know about her gratefulness.

“Alright Water Rat, what do you want from me?” She asked, turning around to face him. “I have something in mind for us today.” He said with a little dance. “Are you sure? We’ve skipped quite a lot-“ “I know, I know, but this thing is only during school time, and I just happen to know that you will absolutely love it.” He had his hand already on her wrist, still doing his dumb dance as he waited for her confirmation to go. “Fine, show me the way water boy-“ “Excuse me, my name is moonlight- I mean Chan!” He stuttered, making her laugh. “Whatever floats your boat.” She giggled before she dragged Chan to his car.

“Is it necessary for me to be blindfolded?” Y/n whined as she impatiently sat in the passenger seat whilst Chan continued to drive away. “Alright, you can take your blindfold off.” Chan said excited. She took the cloth off her face and looked around confused as she saw that they had stopped at a train station.

“What are we doing here- Are you dumping me and sending me away-“ “No! No! Gosh, no. I have something special, but we need to travel for a while.” Chan chuckled as he dug into his pocket. He revealed two tickets and handed them to Y/n. “We’re going to Daegu? Why?” She asked, still confused.

Chan once again dug into his pants and revealed yet again another two tickets. He started to laugh loudly when the girl next to him gasped loudly and grabbed his arm as she shook him back and forth in excitement.

“You’re taking me to a Cherry blossom festival?” She exclaimed. “Yes, now, grab the clothes from the back and put them on, our train will leave soon.” Chan said with a wink, making her squeal in excitement as she jumped out of the car.

Chan brought her a big brown shirt and brought a blue one for himself, making the two match. She laughed as she looked at the two of them through the reflection of the mirror that were hung in the train station’s bathroom. They really looked like a couple, but she would be lying if she said that she didn’t like it.

She tucked the oversized shirt into the skirt, she was still wearing and checked her hair before she ran to Chan who was waiting for her, he had a big bomber jacket on and had one for Y/n slung over his arm. “Ready?” He asked her. She nodded in excitement before they ran to their train, that was going to leave in ten minutes, but was on the other side of the fricking station.

“I’m so out of shape.” Y/n panted as they finally sat in their seat of the moving train they just managed to catch. “I’m fine.” Chan joked, as he tried to control his breath as well as they plopped down. “Maybe we shouldn’t have bought snacks. We wouldn’t be out of breath right now.” “We’re only suffering for the next five minutes, you will love the snacks once an hour on the rails is gone.” Chan laughed.

He even prepared some films on his phone, sharing a pair of Airpods as the train moved its way to their destination. He used his oversized jacket as a blanket, whilst she used hers as a pillow for them to share as well. They looked awfully cosy and the people who were glancing were jealous as fuck. She felt herself getting a little weary and she was awkwardly trying to support her head on her fist as they kept on watching the movie. Chan had noticed and moved her head smoothly onto his shoulder to lean on. She looked up to him after his action and tried her hardest not to blush.

Time passed and the two had both passed out in their seat. Chan’s head was rested on top of hers as her tried to find warmth under the blanket-like jacket. The booming voice that filled the coupe, waking the both of them. Chan grabbed their stuff before they exited the train.

Chan went to hire a car for the rest of the day, since they had to travel for a while. Y/n was waiting whilst yawning as she looked like a lost puppy in the middle of the station. “Rise and shine sunshine, we still have a half of a day ahead of us.” Chan laughed as he led her to their assigned car.

After another twenty-minute ride, they finally arrived at the festival. There were lights hung up in the trees, which were in a nice shade of light pink. Y/n gasped as she shook Chan’s arm in excitement. She was already in awe at the couple of trees she saw at the entrance and it shot Chan into a laughing fit.

“We still have a ticket to go inside-“ “Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!” She squealed before she dragged Chan behind her as they ran towards the check in point.

Seconds after their tickets were checked, Y/n was speechless for the hundreds of beautiful pink trees that were in front of her. Even though it was very crowded and they blocked her vision slightly, she couldn’t come up with the words to speak her gratitude to Chan.

Flashback

“What’s a place you would love to go to?” Chan asks as he took another bite of his sandwich, expecting a name of a country to be slipped from Y/n’s lips. “I would love to go to a cherry blossom festival.” She admitted as she adjusted her blue leather jacket. “Really? Why?” “I can remember my mother telling me about it, we never went though. Her and I shared a love for those trees, the cherry blossom represents the fragility and the beauty of life. It's a reminder that life is almost overwhelmingly beautiful but that it is also tragically short. I think that’s why I love it so much. Since my mother passed a years ago, earlier than we would’ve wanted her to.”

End of flashback

Chan saw Y/n eyes tear up a little as she stared up to the trees. His heart ached, but he was glad that he got to do this for her. They meant too much to her and it was honestly a win-win situation for him. He got to take her to a place she had always wished to go to and he got to spend his time with her once again.

Chan chuckled slightly as she brought her into his arms and soothingly rubbed her back. “Thank you.” She sobbed softly as she hugged him tight, her hands gripping his jacket as she did so. The gesture played with his feelings and he felt his heart break at her vulnerable state.

“Let’s go, shall we?” He said with a wink after she had calmed down.

They walked around with her arm locked with his. They ate ordinary foods like cherry blossom flavoured cake, beverages, ice cream and a delicious coffee with blossom art on it. The day was great and the two had the time of their life, taking pictures and eating together. But then, it was time for the ride back. She was absolutely exhausted and before she knew it, she had made her way to dreamland as she halfway laid on Chan’s chest. Chan had his arm protectively draped around her as he rested himself.

After Chan had dropped Y/n off at her neighbourhood. He entered his bedroom, feeling exhausted but still high on adrenaline. He smiled like an idiot as he let himself fall onto his bed. He looked to his side and saw the picture they had taken on one of their ‘dates’, he felt his heart jump and a tickling sensation inside of his tummy as he did. Whilst hiding his face into his hands shyly he felt embarrassed for acting and feeling like a little kid who fell in love for the very first time.

Chan took out his phone and set off the airplane mode, his phone instantly blew up with notifications of missed calls, unread text messages and many facetime calls from his friends, who were wondering where the hell their friend went to. Yes, it was kind of mean for Chan to leave them worried, but he didn’t wanted to be bothered by them, when he could be enjoying Y/n’s flustered smile after she took a sip from her coffee, leaving a creamy milk moustache above her lip.

Chan: Guys, don’t worry I’m fine. Jisung: HOLY FUCKING SHIT MATE Jisung: I THOUGHT YOU DIED Minho: We were this close on reporting you missing Felix: Where have you been? Felix: Why didn’t you call us back? Felix: WE WERE SO WORRIED Chan: calm down guys Chan: I was just out for a while Chan: did you tell my parents tho? Minho: Of course not Minho: We don’t snitch Jisung: The teachers might, but we certainly don’t. Chan: Aight, so I got to mentally prepare myself for that one Felix: Mhhhmm Chan: *sigh* Chan: thanks tho for not snitching me out guys Felix: no problem Jisung: We won’t do it again if you keep us on read ever again Jisung: not cool man Chan: Sorry <3

Chan sighed to himself in relief, his heart was racing and it wasn’t because of the happy moment he had experienced just a few minutes ago. He wanted the feeling back so he went to his gallery and looked at the pictures he took that day.

Most of them were of Y/n or pictures together that he had taken. She looked so beautiful he mentally praised his heart for being able to take it. He picked out his favourite picture of the together, which is where they walked off together into the beauty of the cherry blossom trees, as a stranger successfully took a beautiful picture of the pair. Chan printed it out and framed it once again, setting it next to his other picture of him and Y/n together.

He kept on looking in his gallery and without a thought, he had posted two of the beautiful pictures. The young boy was high on the pink fog that had clouded his mind. He felt like a man who wanted to show of his significant other, even though she wasn’t his at all. He didn’t know what title their relationship carried. But he was sure that he wanted more.

Chan threw his phone under his pillow and rested his arms under his head as he stared up the ceiling. He was still on a hype and he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep within the next upcoming hours. What he didn’t know was, that as he stared up into nothing, his phone was blown up once again. By the boys bombing him with questions once again, Sooyun almost demanding Chan for an explanation why he left her hanging all day and waiting for a call back.

But Chan didn’t wanted to know. He was too busy replaying that amazing day over and over again in his mind.

“Are you sure you want me to come with you? You look so tired, are you sure you’ve slept at all last night?” Y/n asked as they walked out of the school building. “Of course I do, and yes I did.” Chan pouted as they made their way to his car. “Really? Because you looked pretty worn out at your training. Felix beat you easily, you never let that happen.” “I only swam slow, so you could enjoy these guns for a little longer- Ouch!” Chan began with a smirk, but ended up pouting once again after receiving a playful punch from Y/n, who was done with his shit. “Just get into the car dang it.” She laughed whilst shaking her head.

At Chan’s place, Y/n would be happily greeted by Chan’s siblings, who were busy making their homework. And a thrilled Berry, who immediately ran up to Y/n, completely ignoring his actual owner, Chan.

“I feel, replaced.” Chan acted hurt, making the others laugh. “We’ll be upstairs if you need us.” Chan stated to his siblings before running up to his bedroom.

“Wow, you surely didn’t expect guests today, did you?” Y/n teased when she entered his mess of a room. “Hush, and no I didn’t.” He admitted in embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re such a slob, which I honestly didn’t expect from you. Like, look at all those papers on your desk. You have a whole ass bookshelf, make use of it moonlight.” She laughed as she made her way, getting the chills from the mess, wanting to tidy it up a little.

When she stood in front of the desk, her eyes fell on something. “CB97?” She voiced out, causing Chan’s heart to drop. “W-what?” He stuttered as he made his way to her. “This is tagged with ‘CB97’- oh! Do you know him as well? My best friend works with someone named CB97.”

The words spun in Chan’s mind. Because it surely couldn’t be Jisung she was talking about. It must be Changbin, the chance was big that it was him, because yes, he worked with other people outside of 3Racha, but not a lot. He looked at her blankly, still trying to process everything what was happening.

‘Is she who Changbin tends to talk about- No, it can’t be. Right?’ Chan asked himself in his mind as he looked at Y/n, who was inspecting the paper curiously.

“Y-yeah, I think he accidently left it here. I’ll put it away for him.” Chan lied as he hurriedly hid the papers out of their sight. “Is he nice? Or she? I don’t know the person’s pronounces.” Y/n chuckled as she laid on Chan’s bed. “He’s quite nice, I guess?” Chan said unsure what to say.

Chan’s mind was all over the place. The three had agreed on keeping their stage name to themselves and for those who they meet when producing, they only would know their stage name. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know if Changbin had told Y/n that he was CB97, or if Changbin had told her anything at all about their performing life as 3Racha.

His thoughts would be interrupted by the door opening, revealing his father standing in the doorway. “Hi, Y/n.” “Hello mister Bang, how are you?” Y/n asks politely. “I’m doing well, but I have to speak to my son. So I think you should leave. It will take a while.” He said stiffly, causing Chan to look at him in confusion and then back to Y/n, who was also confused. “Uhm, sure. I’ll go get my stuff and I’ll see you tomorrow?” She mutters to Chan, feeling slightly embarrassed. Not giving Chan a chance to respond, she had already left his room.

His father waited for the front door to open and close shut, notifying him that Y/n had left the apartment.

“What the hell?” Chan exclaims, feeling annoyed and still confused as he followed his dad. “What was that for-“ “You have been skipping school, meetings and your training sessions. What the hell are you thinking?” His dad yelled as he looked at his son in anger. Chan’s mother also walked into the living room and added a rant on how disappointed they were.

“Where were you all day yesterday? Don’t you dare to think that we didn’t notice you sneaking back in.” She cried out in frustration. “I was out.” “Yes, we’ve noticed that. You better tell us where the hell you’ve been and why you’re skipping classes, because your mother and I don’t know you anymore!” His dad continued to yell. Chan avoided his eyes as he continued to kept silent.

“It’s because of that girl, right? Ever since you’ve been hanging out with her, you’ve been acting all rebellious and irresponsible.” “No dad-“ “She’s probably the one who made you do all of this? I knew that girl was up to no good. How dare she to keep our off the right path. Who the hell does she think she is. And she even dares to come into our home. Chan, I do not want to see that girl in this house ever again. I don’t want to see you around her. I will even call the teachers to keep you from her. She’s clearly a bad influence on you.” His mother ranted. “Mom, dad. It’s really not her who made me skip. I’m the one who wanted to-“ “Is that what she told you to tell us. The little snake. I forbid you from now on, to never talk or be around that hopeless girl, am I clear?” His mother loathed.

Chan was about to lose his temper and walked away from the conversation. He put on his shoes within seconds and left the building, needing some fresh air to lose the rage that was rushing through his body.

He had his Airpods placed in his ears, blasting 5 seconds of summer’s most ‘emo’ songs on maximum as he strolled around the city. He looked up and saw that he was walking towards Changbin’s flat complex, he at first didn’t think too much of it and continued to walk. But when he saw a familiar figure making her way into the building, he couldn’t help but stop his tracks and watched Y/n walking into the building.

She was all smiles and she seemed to be greeting people who she came across as she made her way towards the lifts. Chan felt confused and started to overthink.

He had a suspicion of her knowing Changbin, but them living in the same building must be a coincidence, right? Chan then remembered Y/n telling him, weeks ago, that her family never had a lot of money. He started to think more and more about it as she had also told him that they owned a beach house in Busan. He felt like she had lied straight to his face, he could feel his heart drop into a pit. He remembered Changbin, who had been gone for weeks to Japan. They might know each other, the chance was so small yet so big that they knew each other.

Chan then came to an idea, and walked a little further to where the windows were of Changbin’s apartment. As it was getting darker, the lights of the apartments in the building were starting to bright up the city. When Chan saw the apartment lights turn on, he sighed in defeat. There was no way, someone from Changbin’s family would be the ones in the apartment, they were all in Japan.

“It can’t be Changbin, he’s in Japan.” He muttered to himself. When the realisation hit him, he felt his chest tighten. “Changbin is in Japan.”

‘Was she the one in his apartment? Are they really that close- what if they lived together?’ Chan had so many questions, yet there was no one who could answer them for him.

Finally the day had arrived of Changbin’s, and his family’s, return from Japan. Y/n had been rushing around the house all day to make sure that everything was spotless. She made sure that the cabins were filled, that she had food cooked and ready to be eaten. She was also excited to see his sister, who she hasn’t seen in ages. She was a little like a sister to Y/n, as an only child, most people who became close and important to her had a certain family-related title to her.

Y/n was busy setting the table as she got a message from Changbin that they were close to the building. He refused to let her come and pick them up at the airport. It would be expensive and busy to drive all the way there with a cab, especially when they rip you off by taking a longer route to your destination and asking that way more money from people. And besides that, Changbin knew that Y/n had been living short for a whole month now and knew she needed every single penny she still had.

Whilst reading Changbin’s message she rushed out of the apartment and made her way downstairs. When she stepped out of the door, she saw his figure in the distant and started to run to him, like they would do in romantic movies.

He laughed when he saw her and immediately dropped his things as he picked her up and twirled her around in the air while they hugged each other tightly. “I missed you so much.” She murmured as she hid her face into the crook of her neck. “How I missed you too Dumpling.” He chuckled as he brought her closer to his chest, as if that was possible. “Well hello to you too Y/n.” His mother laughed. Y/n pulled away from Changbin and smiled brightly as she went to hug the rest of his family. “My oh my, Y/n. You’ve gotten only prettier since the last time I saw you.” His sister said in awe, making Y/n blush slightly. “You look great as well.” She responded before giving her a hug as well. “Shall we go up? I’ve brought you some things from Japan-“ “Let’s go!” Y/n chirped as she grabbed Changbin by the hand as she dragged him into the building.

In the meantime, they didn’t know or notice that Chan was also waiting near the building for Changbin to come back home. He wanted to surprise him with food that he had made with Jisung, who was busy at work. Chan was in shock to see Y/n running out of the building and making her way straight to Changbin. He didn’t expect her to be there. And he certainly didn’t expect her to be that close with Changbin and his family. The affection they shared made him feel jealous, Changbin got to see a cute and sweet side of Y/n that Chan still hadn’t fully witnessed.

Chan felt hurt. His heart ached and he didn’t know what to do. He was sure of the fact that he wouldn’t be meeting up with Changbin right now. His heart couldn’t take that. So instead he did something the never thought he would voluntarily do.

Chan: Hey, I have some extra food. Want to hang out? Sooyun: Channie! Sooyun: Sure! I’ll be right there.

From that moment, Chan started to avoid Y/n as if his life depended on it. He had been hanging out with Sooyun a lot for the past days and people felt like the old ‘Bang Chan’ was back. His parents were very pleased that their son was ‘back’ and that he finally showed interest in the girl they wanted him to be with.

Sooyun also couldn’t be happier. She finally felt like she got the attention from Chan that she deserved. She felt like she was the one for Chan, his parents thought the same thing, so why in the heck would he deny it?

The two would be hanging out at her place, both sitting on her bed with her head rested on his chest as Netflix played a movie. “Channie?” Sooyun whined, receiving a hum from Chan in responds. “What about that tramp?” She asked with innocent eyes. “What about her?” “Nothing too much, just asking if she’s still in the picture.” She states as she moved closer to him. “She’s nothing to worry about.” Chan assured, knowing fully well that it was Y/n who Sooyun was talking about. The mention of her did crazy things to his heart. It was beating like crazy again at the thought of her and the butterflies in his stomach didn’t seem like they were planning on calming down.

He has been trying to act as if Y/n has ever existed and it was amusing to Sooyun. It made her feel like everything was worth the wait. She tried to get into Chan’s head by assuring him that Y/n had only been using her for his money and to get things out of him. She made him perform badly at school and at his sport clubs. Chan couldn’t help, but belief the words she planted into his mind. They just seemed so logical and the only thing that seemed right at the moment.

As Chan was avoiding Y/n like his life depended on it, she was left confused and worried that she hadn’t seen him in almost a week by now. He hadn’t showed up to their tutoring sessions. She convinced himself that he was probably too busy with sport and school, so she let it slide. She tried her hardest to understand the subjects by herself that Chan used to be so great at explaining everything to her.

Y/n eventually started to get angry and frustrated. She tried calling him and texting him, but she didn’t wanted to seem clingy or annoying. So, she didn’t do that very often. But today she had enough and decided to just go to his place. She called him as she made her way to his place, to her surprise he picked up the phone. He told her that he was home alone and she stated that she was on her way to his place.

When she arrived at the door, Chan was surprised to see her. He hadn’t seen her in a while and his heart was beating loudly for her. As soon as she saw her the butterflies in his stomach seemed to found life again and started to tickle the insides of his tummy like crazy. He had such a big soft spot for her and he knew that it would take a long time for him to get over her. Chan would act like his soft-self again and invite her inside, in the hope that his parents wouldn’t come home early from their business dinner.

“You wanted to talk about something?” Chan awkwardly states. “Why haven’t you come to our tutoring sessions?” She asked, wanting to avoid the ‘silent treatment’ situation for now. “I-I’m sorry, I forgot.” He lied. “Everyday?” She asked, knowing he was spitting bullshit. “I was very busy with meetings and training again, sorry.” He muttered, trying to avoid her sparkling eyes.

Y/n was naïve for believing him and he instantly felt guilty. She asked how his training went in glee, wanting to catch up with him for a little while, she hadn’t seen him for a whole week after all. The conversation between the two would continue and the two would eventually move it to the couch, where they hung out for a while. Y/n noticed the guitar laying next to her and decided to grab it when Chan went upstairs to get something.

Chan’s ear caught up to the melodies that Y/n played and he was rather surprised to hear the guitar playing. “Do you play the guitar as well?” He asked her as he sat back down next to her. “Yeah, not very well though. My dad doesn’t like music around the house.” She admitted, before telling him the story of when her mother had passed, her father had banned music from their home, because it reminded him of her mother.

Chan felt sorry for her and asks if that’s the reason why she’s in misses Yu’s classes after school time, which she nodded ‘yes’ to in responds.

The two would talk some more about music, but the subject of Changbin and her couldn’t seem to leave his mind in peace. He was restless, he just needed to know. “Do you perhaps go to the Empire Deck complex?” Chan asks, meaning if she was ever around the building Changbin lived in. The question took Y/n by surprise and she looked at Chan I confusion.

“Why do you ask? Have you been following me?” She asked, feeling a little uncomfortable. “N-no, but I was just wondering.” “How come, that’s a pretty specific question to ask.” She states, wanting to know what Chan had on his mind. “Are you hiding something from me?” Y/n asked, setting the guitar away to face Chan properly. “Are you?” He shot back, bamboozling Y/n again. “What is that supposed to mean?” “I don’t know, what do you think” He snarled back. “What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting so weird the past week. I was going to let it rest, but this is getting too.” She cried out in frustration.

“Just tell me if you’re a lot at the Empire Deck or not.” Chan’s voice boomed through the apartment and it made Y/n even more angry. “Why do you care?” She snaps back. Chan stood up alongside with her and started to yell at her that she’s been lying to his face all this time. “…probably to get closer to me, right? To get money from me and profited off me, right?” He hissed in fury. “What are you even talking about?” She asks him in confusion. “You lied to me about not having money, to get sympathy from me. Yet you live in such a luxurious apartment.” “You’re not even making sense Chan, what are you talking about for fuck’s sake?”

Her denial made him even madder and Y/n started to tear up, because she was overwhelmed with her feelings. She felt her anxiety almost overflowing her mind and her body was close to a panic attack. Chan didn’t know and he didn’t understand her living situation. She wanted to tell him, but she couldn’t tell him. Her anxiety telling her that he would end up hurting her anyway, just like the others did in the past.

The toxic voice began to rule her mind and she couldn’t think clearly.

Chan was still ranting in anger and eventually threw his hands up in the air in frustration, they flew to his hair as he ruffled through it, but Y/n first reaction to the action was her flying to the ground and turning into a ball.

Her movement shocked Chan and he felt bad. He tried to comfort her, but she would sob and beg him to not touch her, to not hit her, before she got up and ran out of the apartment without saying another word.

The vision of her crying in a broken state was imprinted into his brain and now he was left alone with guilt. His head spinning as well from getting so fired up and causing the girl, who he liked so much, to be upset. Yet once again and because of him.

Chan threw the pillows of the couch around the apartment in frustration, causing things to clatter to the ground in process.

‘Why do you always fuck things up. Can’t you just do something like a normal human being?’ He asks himself.

He was yet again clueless on what to do, but he knew he had to make it up with her. No matter what his parents said. No matter what his friends said or the teachers. He just had to. Because he had to fuck up something that gave him his happiest moments and memories.

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