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shoot me, chapter IV

pairing — changbin x reader

rating — 18+

genre of the overall series — smut, angst, fluff if you squint

prologue chapter I chapter II chapter III chapter IV

word count for this chapter — 4.5 k

warnings — masochism, choking, thigh riding, marking, humilliation, daddy kink, mild praising, kind of harddom!changbin, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of ownership and possessiveness... i think that's it!

note — i have so many ideas in my head that i think i'm failing to land on this series but today i decided to change the dynamic of the chapter a little bit and make the first part of it from changbin's kind-of-perspective so you could understand what's going on behind the actions of the man himself. the whole chapter is filthy smut honestly, i hope you enjoy it tho!

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[12:17 a.m. Changbin]

i don't think we should to that again

it was a mistake

i just needed to vent but honestly, getting with you can really damage my future and that's not something i'm willing to jeopardize for sex.

the dark-haired man held his phone to his chest as he thought about the words of the message that he just sent you.

it wasn't a lie though, the fact that he was afraid to fuck up his future for a night of sex, but his insides were on fire everytime he was near you, his soul aching for the same thing his mind wanted.

before you could even reply his dry messages, changbin got on his car and drove all the way to his place, contemplating on whether he should have a drink or two to try and deal with the mess of the decisions he was making.

he knew it wasn't going to be easy to have self-control around you specially because he was doomed to see you almost on a daily basis at arthur's house or the company, that being the main reason behind why he decided to send that message: because he didn't wanted things to get uncomfortable at places where the two of you should act like a couple of good friends, and nothing more.

he didn't went to your place because he needed to vent or fix his sexual frustrations with your body; he went there because, after the night of the bar, he couldn't forget the image of you as a goddess. he couldn't forget your taste, your skin, the way your hips involuntarily grinded while he was eating you out, your body following every order he gave you as if your only purpose in life was to satisfy him.

and as the days passed by, it was harder and harder for him to repress the idea of you in his bed. him owning your body, fucking you countless days and nights. the more he got the know you, the more his desires increased; even when you were talking about your childhood memories at seoul with changbin's parents in an attempt to try and avoid any kind of conversation with him, he couldn't stop thinking how attractive you were to his eyes.

Changbin's perspective

[9:54 p.m. Changbin]

i'm here

don't take too long

changbin rested his whole body weight on the drivers seat, ready to wait for -at least- another 15 minutes to be able to drive to chan's house. he was certain you were going to be there as ryujin told chan, and chan told him.

he knew all along that he wanted to have you in any way, but he also knew that his pride wouldn't allow him to make the first move after he was the one who cutted any kind of sexual ties between the two of you.

after 2 minutes, and for changbin's surprise, soyeon didn't took any longer to appear at the lobby of her complex, waving goodbye at the doorman.

"you didn't took long" changbin said, waiting for her to get inside the car.

"you were the one who made me wait" soyeon replied, getting comfortable at the car's seat.

"yeah i had things to do" the man replied as he started to drive towards chan's party that wasn't too far from the place he was at now. soyeon was changbin's best friend since highschool, something strange because he was never too fond of hanging out with women in a way that wasn't entirely sexual.

"so" the blonde one mumbled "you do realize that this plan is pathetic?"

changbin scoffed as his eyes were fixed on the road "if you don't want to help me just say so"

"it's not that" she replied "it's just that is ten times easier to just approach her than to try and make her jealous just to see if she approaches you first. not only is easier but more... mature"

"do you really want to talk about maturity, soyeon?" changbin teased "that's bold coming from the girl who breaks up with her partner every 3 weeks and then gets back together"

"you don't have to be mean" she pouted, giving changbin a soft hit on his arm. "i'm trying my best"

changbin exhaled harshly as he was looking for a place to park his car. "you don't have to do anything, just act like you are with me"

"you are so lame" soyeon said, getting ready to leave the car as changbin finished parking "i really hope she is with another man too so you can cut the crap and act like a man your age"

"whatever"

changbin left the car and opened the door for the girl to get out too. the party had started, at least, 2 hours ago so he knew he was late and everyone else was probably drunk already. not that he cared though.

soyeon entered the house grabbing changbin's left arm, her eyes dancing around the crowded living room trying to catch a glimpse of the girl that was making changbin act like a highschooler. "it would be very useful if you told me how the fuck does she looks like" she screamed, squirming and dodging the drunk people that were dancing around in the living room.

"don't act too obvious" changbin muttered in her ear "i'm not even sure she is still here, she probably left.

changbin and soyeon walked further into the house as they greeted chan and the rest of the boys, congratulating jeongin on his birthday who was too drunk to even reply.

"there's alcohol in the kitchen and the courtyard, if you want to start there" chan said, ryujin gripping his arm while she ocasionally stumbled on her place.

"you got a girlfriend?" ryujin asked without remorse, pointing at soyeon with her index finger "jesus christ i knew you were a dick"

soyeon looked at her and then at changbin, unsure of what to reply or say. not that she needed to, since ryujin started talking again right after she insulted changbin.

"i'm glad i was smart enough to convince y/n to come to this party, at least she met a man who is going to-"

"okay that's enough" chan said, him being a little more lucid than her. "she is drunk, i'm sorry"

"no worries" soyeon said, watching how chan and ryujin dissapeared into the crowd of people.

"do they know about your little obsession with her?" the blonde one asked, changbin's eyes scanning the whole room.

"i just told chan that i wanted to fuck her, i guess y/n told her the whole story to chan's date. it is her bestfriend, apparently"

"oh"

changbin and soyeon walked to the kitchen to grab a drink, since it was closer than the courtyard. after a few minutes, the search for you was usuccesful and changbin came to the conclusion that you probably left earlier with the mysterious man ryujin said.

"well, pathetic boy" soyeon mumbled "you are already here, you might as well have a little of fun, take a girl home... i don't know what you straight people do" she extended her hand to him, inviting changbin to join her at the courtyard for a dance.

as she guided him through the living room and into the patio, changbin's body was quick to react when she saw you with jisung. his whole body tensed up, making sure to grab soyeon as close as he could to pretend that he wasn't alone.

"hey man i'm not-" soyeon reproached as changbin's hand traveled to her waist, his body pressing against hers. she directed his gaze as to where changbin's eyes were fixed and it took her a lot of self-control to not start bursting of laughter. "fuck changbin, you have good taste"

"shut up" y/n was now looking directly at changbin and his partner while she danced against jisung's body. changbin couldn't see his face, but he knew immediatly who he was by the undercut and clothes the man was wearing.

"seems like my pleas were answered" his bestfriend whispered, getting more into the role of a straight-girl-crazy-about-changbin character as she rested her head on his shoulder. "better luck the next time i guess"

y/n eyes drifted away from changbin's as she turned around to stop facing the couple. her back was now against jisung's chest, her ass grinding on him slowly as the song progressed.

"this is so funny"

but it wasn't funny for changbin, his whole body ablazing because of the anger and jealousy he was feeling. watching you dance with another man was exactly what was needed for him to confront his pride, as the only thing he could think of was to drag you out of the party and fuck you mercilessly until the only thing you could remember was his name.

just a few seconds later, the image he was fearing the most was now presenting itself in front of his eyes. your sweet lips dancing around jisung's as his hands were resting on your waist eager to travel to other places.

"i think i saw hyunjin inside" soyeon mumbled, escaping the unpleaseant (but funny) scene of his best friend going completely jealous over a girl.

changbin needed to do something, and he needed to do it now.

y/n perspective

"please ruin me" you whispered, your soul immersed in arousal, guilt and regret.

"you shouldn't have said that, y/n" changbin growled as he gripped your hair to pull you in for a kiss. the touch of his hands burned on your skin deliciously, feeling the electricity traveling through your veins and into your core. the kiss was rough, and you couldn't help but whimper as you felt the fabric of his clothes against your naked skin, reminding you of how good it felt to be vulnerable in front of him.

his lips went from yours to your neck really quick, peppering kisses on the surface as he licked and sucked on the exposed skin. "if i'm going too far, you can stop me anytime" he exhaled, his teeth picking up the skin under your jawline softly.

you nodded as he worked on your neck, getting soft moans and cries out of you.

"can i please mark you?" he asked, with a broken voice as if he was running out of air, desperate to continue exploring your body. marking. the idea of being covered in faint bruises because of him only contributed to your arousal even more.

"go ahead" you moan "make sure they are visible enough"

changbin smirked against your neck as his grasp on your ass got harder. you couldn't help to flinch a little when he started to suck harshly on your neck, but he was quick to wrap his arms around you to keep you in place. the mere thought of him causing you this kind of pleasure, mixed with pain, made you squeeze your thighs together.

"god" you moaned, grabbing his hair and pushing him to keep marking you "fuck, that hurts" it did, but you didn't wanted to stop.

"it is supposed to hurt, precious" changbin said, his arms still holding you thight as he created a masterpiece on your naked skin "that's the only way you will remember who you belong to and who made you feel this good"

changbin's hands toured the sides of your body and your back, unclenching the piece of underwear that was blocking him to keep kissing your skin.

"your body is always ready for me" he mumbled, your nipples hardening at the mere sound of his raspy voice "look precious, you are so good"

you couldn't help but whine at the cold sensation of changbin's finger rings that were caressing and teasing your hardened buds. "you look so... fragile"

"you don't have to be gentle with me" you moaned in frustration, almost begging for his tongue to make contact where you needed you the most. "i don't break easily"

changbin looked at you with the darkest gaze he had ever give you. "you have no idea where you are getting into by saying those words, y/n"

changbin's mouth approached one of your nipples as he lazily dragged his tongue around it. his fingers traveled to the opposite side, caressing and playing with your other bud.

"fuck, that feels good"

finally, his tongue made contact where you needed it the most, giving small and quick licks that were starting to drive you insane. you always knew how sensitive you were, specially in that area, and now that changbin knew this it was kind of dangerous.

"who is making you feel this good, hm?" he hummed, his mouth alternating between places.

"i don't like you" you moaned, screaming the last word as changbin aggressively sucked on your chest leaving a faint mark.

"you don't? and you are this worked up?" he asked with a mocking tone, his senses intoxicated with your scent.

"matter of fact i hate you" you mumbled, trying to repress your moans "don't think you are the only person in this world who can satisfy me"

changbin planted a tiny kiss on your shoulder as he proceeded to rest his whole weight on the couch, manspreading for you. "take that off" he ordered, pointing out your panties.

you did as you were told, dragging your damped underwear through your legs and removing it in front of him. now being completely naked, his hand palmed his left thigh "come here"

you placed both your legs on each side of his thigh as your wet core made contact with the fabric of his black jeans, the sole movement making you whine and involuntarily grind against him. "show me how much you hate me"

you swallowed hard unsure of what to do next, his arms now crossed in front of his chest.

"how do... you want me to do that?" you asked quietly, feeling how your juices were probably making a mess on his clothes.

"ride my thigh" changbin ordered, giving you a condescending look "prove me that you can satisfy yourself better than i can"

you licked your lips nervously as your breath caught up on your throat. you knew perfectly that you couldn't do that, you needed changbin's help to cum and if you didn't, he would probably humilliate you for it.

"go on, precious. as much as i would love to stay here all night i have plenty of ideas to ruin that filthy pride of you" your core rubbed against his thigh almost unconciously, your hands traveling to his shoulders for support. "hmmmm" he hummed, grabbing both of your wrists and slowly placing your arms behind your back "you can do it by yourself"

the lack of help from changbin and the fact that your whole body had no support only made things harder. your hips grinded against him at a painfully slow pace while your hands were behind your back, changbin enjoying the view of your whole body trying to pathetically get any pleasure from him.

"i need to hold onto something" you cried, the frustration increasing as your clit grazed ever-so-slightly against him "please"

after that plea, you felt changbin's grip on your throat again "this should do precious" he muttered.

thankfully, changbin's hold on your neck gave you the tinniest bit of support, your hips moving now faster against his thigh.

"fuck da-"your breath got caught up on your throat, partly because of changbin's grip making it impossible for you to talk and partly because the petname that was about to leave your lips was rather embarassing.

"what was that, princess?" he asked, amused. he wasn't doing anything other than having you fucking his thigh, but he couldn't deny the painful bulge inside his pants that was driving him insane.

"it was nothing" you whispered in between broken moans.

"say it" he ordered, "say it and i might reward you with something"

you bit your lips attempting to refrain from saying anything else, your core clenching around thin air as your fluids damped his jeans. "fuck daddy" you whisper, almost inaudible.

"louder" he demmanded, his hands leaving your neck to place themselves on your hips, guiding your movements against his body while he flexed his thigh making the contact between your core 10 times deeper.

"yes, daddy" you whined, almost to the point of screaming at the feeling of his hands harshly guiding your whole movements "this feels so fucking good"

"my poor baby can't do anything by herself?" he grunted, admiring the image of your breasts swinging as your body grinded on his thigh "does daddy has to do everything for her?"

the way he used his own petname sent you to cloud 9, only making you wetter.

"i'm sorry daddy" you cried, your head falling slightly back as you followed changbin's grip.

"you should be, y/n" changbin's voice getting deeper by the minute "because you look so pathetic right now"

the words that were leaving his lips only made you needier and contributed to your arousal to increase, the knot on your stomach threatening to come undone any second.

"i think i'm close" you whispered, your hands still behind your back.

"keep your eyes open and look at me" changbin ordered "i want you to remember who made you cum this hard without even touching you"

changbin's gaze was all you needed to come undone on his thighs, closing your eyes at the minute you felt the highest point of your orgasm hitting you "what do good girls like you must say?" he asked, getting even harder by the image of your trembling body orgasming in front of him.

"thank you daddy" you cried softly, your voice broken. "thank you, thank you, thank you"

there was nothing in this world that changbin loved more than your duality. how you would act dominant in every aspect of your daily life, but not when you were with him alone. you struggled to hide your pride, but once you did, changbin knew that you were fully submitted to him.

and you knew that too. as much as you hated him, he knew how to make you lose your senses and drift into a completely different state, one more vulnerable. 3 times it was all he needed for you to show him the purest side of you: the needy one, the submissive one, the one who needed to be completely ruined and taken care of at the same time.

"such an obedient whore" changbin moaned, pulling you into his arms to give you a kiss "do you think you can keep going, y/n?"

your legs were tired, but there was something that you had been craving since the night at the bar and there was no possible way you would leave his apartment without getting it.

"i'm can, daddy"

"good" he said, getting up from the couch and driving you to his bed. he didn't bothered to turn on the lights as the whole room was lit up by the window.

you came closer to start unbottoning his pants, craving to feel his length inside your mouth just like last time, but he was quick to grab your wrists "today it's not going to be about me" changbin mentioned, undressing slowly in front of you. "as much as i want to put that pretty mouth to good use, i have other plans in mind"

you rested your whole body on your forearms as your legs spreaded in front of him, exposing your whole naked body for changbin.

he drove one of his hands to his mouth and slightly spitted on it in order to stroke his cock to lubricate it, mixing his own saliva with the precum that was already dripping from him.

"you look so good in that position" he praised "your whole body ready for me to completely destroy it"

your nipples hardened at his words, and he was quick to notice it "i don't think jisung would have been able to make you feel this good"

you licked your lips at the confidence he exuded, even at moments like this. changbin's body aligned with yours, the tip of his cock rubbing against your wet folds, slipping with easiness "you are always so wet for me"

the frustration building up again just by feeling his cock against your entrance. you would be lying if you said you didn't thought about how it would feel to have him inside you, even if the idea scared you. it was a while since the last time you fucked and, to be honest, you didn't think you had done it properly. the only times you actually did it, it was completely hard for you to feel anything but pain, and that thought crossed your mind right before he could even get inside you.

"can i?" he asked, noticing how your face looked slightly terrified.

"changbin i-" you stopped before you could say something else. you tried your best to build up this confident sex-appealing character who, in reality, knew nothing about the practice of sex. it was going to be embarrassing to admit that you were -barely- a virgin, even though you actually weren't, to the man who just humilliated the shit out of you a few seconds ago.

"mhm precious?" he asked, a faint smirk appearing on his face.

"i- it's been a while since the last time i did it" you confessed, his smirk growing bigger. "it's not my first time, but let's just say that i have little to cero practice on this area"

it was embarassing to admit such a thing, but you were not open to have more bad experiences with sex. you expected for changbin to laugh at you, or act all cocky, but the smirk on his face was rather confusing. "i'll treat you well, precious" changbin said, sliding the tip of his cock against your core "can i?"

with a hesitant gaze, you nodded, your whole body squirming under his as you felt his cock stretching every wall inside you. changbin was big and it was painful, you couldn't lie. "you are taking me so well, precious"

soon, the painful feeling became pleasure. changbin wasn't moving at all, letting you get used to him inside you, but you quickly found yourself moving your hips in circular motions signaling that you were completely ready to take him.

slowly, his hips thrusted in and out of you. he needed to ruin you, he needed to go fast and rough on you, but your comfort was a priority for him. as much as he wanted to make a mess of you and make you scream in pain and pleasure, he was determined to control himself and his impulses.

"you are so fucking tight" he growled, trying to repress any sinful noises that could escape his lips.

"don't hold back" you whimpered, feeling how the pleasure and pain were finally becoming one. "do whatever you want with me but don't hold back"

"you don't know what you are asking for, precious" he scoffed, the feeling of his lenght being hugged by your warm walls almost driving him insane.

"i do" you moaned, looking directly into his eyes with the needier gaze he had ever seen in his life "i need you to ruin me like you promised me to, i know you can"

changbin licked his lips as his forearms rested on both sides of your head, his breath coming closer to yours "you have so little experience in this but i already made you a masochist, didn't i?"

changbin thrusted hard into you as he said the last sentence, earning a whiny moan out of you.

and, following your plea, his pace rapidly increase without a warning. your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each thrust, changbin going completely feral at the sight of his good girl begging for him to hurt her.

"faster... daddy" you cried, almost out of breath. the feeling was as humilliating as it was powerful. there was some comfort in knowing that you submitted completely for him, and that now he was going to show you how good he could make you feel.

"you are such a whore y/n" he moaned, his raspy voice turning deeper as he thrusted inside you. "my whore"

your fingers traveled all the way to your clit, rubbing it with circular motions as changbin's length was satisfying your hole "does that feel good precious?"

"it does daddy" you reply, words broken as the whines and moans wouldn't let you form decent sentences.

"you look so good being ruined by me"

there it was that familiar knot again, starting to come undone on your lower abdomen. by changbin's heavy breathing and sloppy thrusts you knew he was close too. "you feel so fucking good, y/n"

you bit your lips, your voice not being able to emit any sound at all because the pleasure was starting to become slightly overwhelming. it felt incredibly nice having him inside you, ruining you, destroying you. you felt powerless and at his mercy, ready to do anything just for him to praise you with a few words.

"i'm close again daddy"

as you said this, changbin's pace increased. his lips attached into yours, his tongue fighting to get that intoxicating taste of you once again. your whole body started to violently shake as you came undone changbin's arms holding you right in place so you wouldn't move. "that's my good slut" he praised.

tears started streaming down your face as you were at the highest point of your orgasm. "that's my good fucking slut, cuming on her daddy's cock" he grunted.

the overstimulation by his thrusts was soon to appear, making you squirm into his arms but trying to hold on so he could chase his high too. "y/n"

"changbin" you cried, your half-lidded eyes looking directly into his, that were now filled with desire.

"let me cum inside you" he asked, biting his lips and trying to control himself waiting for your answer.

the overstimulation began to feel like pleasure quickly again at his words, your core dripping even more your own juices with each thrust he gave you. "cum inside me, please daddy"

those words were all he needed to release himself inside your cunt, earning grunts and moans from him. the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

"thank you daddy" you whined, feeling his hot cum dripping out of your pussy once he pulled himself out. "thank you so much daddy"

the mere perversed image of you with your legs parted, his own cum dripping out of you as your fingers traveled to your cunt to mix your arousal with his and then tasting it, was all he needed to convince himself that this was not going to be the last time to have you like this.

he needed to have the precious submissive girl who was in front of him, with her makeup and hair ruined, with her whole body dripping in sweat and his scent.

he needed to ruin you.

he needed to destroy you.

he needed to take care of you.

he needed to own you.

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It’s all three of them.

When that happened, you’re not quite sure. This is why you hate house parties, hate being messy drunk all on your own. There’s so many people milling around, crashing on couches, watching movies in the low light, disappearing into bedrooms to do God knows what.

You’re leaning on the wall, just watching the room at large. It’s a den, of some sort, a living room. A family room? You don’t know. There are long, worn, slouching sectional couches and a coffee table laden with bottles and cups. A television playing some movie casts a gentle bluish light over everything. It’s the quietest room in the house by far; you can hear loud laughter from the kitchen and bumping music from the backyard. You were content to just people-watch, enjoy being innocently drunk on your own and watching other people be less-innocently smashed.

This isn’t your first solo party, but it’s by far the most boring. Usually by now you’ve made a few friends who’ll carry you through the night, fun to dance and drink with and probably never see again. Not tonight. Up until now, it’s just been you, a series of drinks that you fished out of the fridge yourself, and lots of empty space.

But now, you’re surrounded by all three of them. On your left, Chan, propped casually on the wall himself, like he just happened to be there. On your right, Jisung, looking at you with that stupid grin, the really big one that shows his crooked tooth and pushes up his round cheeks. And right in front of you, Changbin, just regarding you coolly.

You know them. Everyone knows them. It’s far more surprising that they know you.

Because those three, they’re popular. Popular in a way that you didn’t really know could happen on an enormous college campus. Everyone knows them: Chan the music production major, president of the business honors frat; Changbin the creative writing whiz, Model UN president; Jisung, music major, only a sophomore but already leading the music honors society. They formed a project group once for a music production class project, as the legend goes, and the rap song they wrote, performed, and produced went Soundcloud viral. The rest is history. They’re local celebrities now, inseparable and insufferable.

They sit in front of you in your Physics 101 lecture. It’s a science class for nonscience majors, so you do alright for yourself, but you have no idea how these three are acing it the way they are. They talk and joke and write rap lyrics during class; Chan always has his production software open on his laptop, and Jisung is constantly scribbling down verses and bits. You’d think it was Changbin keeping them afloat, but he’s usually half asleep, propped up on one elbow as he nods off.

Not that you pay attention. Not that you care.

You’d care less if they weren’t so attractive. They’re all colored hair and big personality and annoying loud laughs while you’re trying to remember how to calculate redshift, apologies and soft smiles when their chairs bump into your desk.

The four of you even did a class project together once, a small star observation thing that only took a few hours, but it was a few hours of nighttime with them. But you were never close, you never even really talked beyond the basic chit-chat of classmates. You can barely remember their last names. You’re sure they don’t know yours.

So there’s really no reason for the three of them to be looking at you the way they are right now, on either side and directly in front of you, eyes trained on you.

You’re caged in, but you don’t hate it. You kind of like it. Really like it.

Changbin doesn’t say anything. None of them do. You don’t either. You just look at Changbin, your back pressed against the wall. He lifts one arm, all biceps and triceps and shoulders in a tight t-shirt, and rests his palm flat on the wall over your shoulder. He’s barely taller than you, but you feel pinned there, thoroughly caged in. It’s not a feeling you’re used to, and it sends a funny little thrill down your spine.

You break the silence first. “What are you doing?”

Changbin just keeps looking it you. It’s Chan who answers.

“Taking a risk.”

Huh.

You don’t say anything to that, just fixing Changbin with an even stare back. He leans forward, just enough that you think, oh Christ, he’s gonna kiss me.

He keeps coming until he doesn’t.

He veers to the side, right as your eyes flutter shut, and you open them to find his lips on Jisung’s, just a short tender press that leaves Jisung laughing after him. The big arm keeping you against the wall, holding you without even touching you, drops back down, and Changbin leans to the other side. With a little smirk as though he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, he kisses Chan, just the same.

You’re not quite sure what that’s meant to signal to you, or why they’re choosing to mess with you like this, but seeing them be so casual and tender sends an embarrassing wave of arousal through you. You wonder why you haven’t seen this part of their relationship before, if you’ve just been oblivious of it these months sitting behind them.

Chan, Changbin, and Jisung, local celebrities, inseparable bros…more than friends?

Changbin regards you again, grinning smooth and sneaky. He pauses, and you nod your consent ever so slightly, egging him on. With a little huff of a laugh, a little bit of alright, alright, he finally kisses you, all firm pressure and warm confidence. One of your hands goes up to touch him, hold him, but Jisung grabs your wrist as it rises beside him and holds it back down firmly against the wall. You don’t try it with the other hand. Chan will probably do the same.

He pulls away, still grinning. You’re breathless, but clear-headed.

“There’s that pretty blush,” says Chan, cavalier, “You got all pink-cheeked and flustered like that when ‘Bin walked into you in the Starbucks the other week, you remember that?”

You barely do. It was weeks ago, just a brush against you that sent your books tumbling out of your arms when you realized who it was, sneaking behind you with their hand on the small of your back. It had surprised you, more than overwhelmed you, but you do remember your cheeks burning in embarrassment as you collected your books and notes from the floor.

“We decided we wanted to see it again,” says Jisung.

And suddenly it’s clear. They’ve underestimated you. Cornered you at a party, decided it would be easy to get the shy girl from Physics to fuck around with them a little. Three handsome and popular guys, versus little old you. No contest, right?

Oh, this will be fun.

You glance around at the three of them, taking in their expressions and stances, the way they lean into you or away. It’s clear that Jisung is the least sure of himself, whether for his age or his personality, you don’t know.

It’s easy enough to turn toward Jisung, wrenching your arm around his grasp. You lean in close, until you’re practically nose-to-nose with him. He’s always doe-eyed, but right now you swear you can see your own cocky little grin reflected back in his pupils.

“Only Changbin gets to have fun?” you ask, quietly, relishing the way Jisung twitches toward you.

Changbin scoffs, but Jisung surges forward to kiss you, too, much more eagerly. You barely let him touch your lips before you back off, and he chases you as you lean back, giving away his own desperation.

“Aw,” you coo.

He raises the hand that isn’t still holding fast to your wrist, as if you grab you, cup your face, bring you closer, and you pull back all the way.

“No,” you say sweetly.

Immediately, his hand darts back down to his side. Good. Very good. You press your lips to his again, just barely any pressure at all, and repeat your little game, pulling back and making him chase you.

After a moment, Jisung seems to realize what you’re doing, that you’re not going to let him any closer, and he relaxes again, his expression equal parts confused and intrigued. The other two are watching you with wide eyes. Changbin might as well be drooling.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not that easy to push around,” you say, smiling brightly.

“Figures,” says Chan, amused.

He’s still not touching you, hasn’t touched you at all. He’s just leaning there, a warm presence by your side. For some reason, that interests you even more. Maybe he’s going to be a challenge.

“And anyway, we shouldn’t cause a scene in front of all these people,” you turn slightly, meeting Jisung’s eye, “You gonna let go?”

Surprised, Jisung releases your wrist that he’s been squeezing all the while, and you cross your arms over your chest. You turn to face front again, forcing a little more space between yourself and Changbin.

Chan laughs. “You were wrong, ‘Bin.”

“It’s always the quiet ones,” Changbin mutters. “Find someone sweet and quiet, they wanna do you up in shibari and peg you. Every single time.”

He’s giving you ideas, which is dangerous and delightful. You wonder who’s done that stuff to them before. You kind of want to send that person a congratulations card, give them a high-five.

“Must just be our type,” Jisung muses.

Changbin rolls his eyes. “Just once, can’t we actually be into a sub?”

“Cuz that would work so well for us,” Jisung replies. “Another sub. Perfect.”

“So what are we doing here?” you ask, curiosity truly bursting, “What is this?”

“Whatever you want it to be,” Chan says smoothly.

“You’re not just out here preying on innocent girls, are you?” you ask.

You don’t think they are. Everything you know paints them as harmless, more than a little dorky, good-natured and boisterous. But it’s easy to imagine someone less strong-willed than you getting swept away by the charm pouring off these three like Axe body spray off a middle schooler. They probably don’t even know how this looks, cornering someone and planting one on them.

Chan shakes his head, letting his hand wander over to tug Changbin into his side. “Nah. We were out for a few drinks, catching up with some people. And we saw you. Figured it was worth a shot.”

You scoff out a laugh. “Soft dom me into fucking you?”

Chan’s grin is rakish and ridiculously confident as he strokes Changbin’s shoulder. “It’s worked before.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you say again.

You spare a glance around the room. Nobody has even noticed the four of you doing this very strange dance of power in the corner. The television is still blaring some old comedy, and people still recline on the assorted chairs and sofas. You’re in the clear to keep this going. You smile to yourself.

“I’m not disappointed,” says Jisung. “Are you two disappointed?”

Changbin shakes his head. Chan just keeps looking at you, still grinning bright and confident.

It occurs to you then, what Jisung has just said. About another sub not working out, with the three of them. They must all lean more submissive, then. Even Chan, under this thick layer of brat. You can work with that. He just needs a bit of an attitude adjustment.

So you move toward him, reaching for his face. He leans into the touch, until you move up to grab him by the hair. You remember when he was blonde, earlier in the school year, and an odd bluish grey before that. Somewhere in the middle was a shocking red that only lasted a day, a washable hairspray color. But now, his hair is inky black waves, and you twist your fingers into the curls that flyaway over his forehead and tug gently, tilting his chin up, until he’s backed himself against the wall, palms scrabbling at the wallpaper for purchase.

You just hold him like that, his hair a dark streak in your fist, not even pulling. Just holding him, letting the anticipation work its magic. Before long, he’s squirming ever so slightly in your hold, still meeting your eye stubbornly, pretending that he doesn’t want you to pull his hair, manhandle him more, do something.

“Is this it?” he scoffs.

“I don’t want to come on too strong,” you shrug.

Chan has the boldness to look bored. “You’re not doing anything. Maybe we were right the first time, and you’re just putting us on.”

You tug on his hair at the root, just once, hard enough that he jumps. Your other hand goes to the beltloop on his jeans, tugging his hips toward you just the slightest bit. It’s satisfying to watch him struggle, torn between rocking forward into you and staying put where the hand in his hair holds him up against the wall.

“Hm,” you hum, “Is this too much?”

You’re teasing him, and he knows it, since you’ve barely done anything at all. You can tell that he hates the way you’re patronizing him, from the way his lip curls into a sneer.

“No,” he rasps, “More.”

Changbin makes a small noise from just behind you, a groan or maybe even a moan, but you ignore it in favor of really driving your point home. You tug at the hair in your grip again, harder, and Chan arches that long pretty neck back with the tiniest gasp.

“More,” he says again.

“More and more,” you tease, fake sympathy dripping from your voice.

He nods eagerly, which tugs again at his own hair, making him gasp. You take that opportunity to kiss him, and he responds in kind, keeping his hands neatly by his sides without needing to be told. Where Changbin was measured, trying to impress you, and Jisung was surprised, Chan is eager to please.

You pull back, smacking your lips appreciatively. “Peach flavor, huh? Flavored lip balm. Aren’t you just a sweet peach.”

The way that Chan’s eyes blow wide when you say that is poetry. Oh, yes.

“You like that,” you say, “Don’t you, peach?”

Jisung lets out a desperate little sigh behind you, “Fuck.”

Oh. You’d forgotten that you’re putting on a show not just with Changbin and Jisung’s friend, but their partner. All the more reason to make it a good show.

“Tell me you like it,” you demand.

“I like it,” he says, almost before you’re finished speaking.

“Kiss him again,” comes Changbin’s voice. “Please.”

You oblige, just for a moment.

All at once, you break the kiss and pull away, letting go of his hair and backing all the way out of the little circle they’ve made around you. You take a second to appraise the three of them. Changbin is ruffled, far cry from the guy who’d made to pin you to the wall just a short while ago. Jisung is already hard in his tight jeans. And Chan is just a mess, still pressed to the wall where you’d left him, pink peach-flavored lips swollen from your handiwork.

You turn to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Chan asks, and you’re delighted to hear just a hint of a whine in his tone.

You fix the three of them with your best innocent look.

“You said you wanted more.”

As you turn again and saunter out of the family room(…den…living room?), you can hear the telltale sound of several desperate pairs of feet following you out.

Perfect.

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hanjizung · 3 years

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MOON.

Bang Chan x Reader. Word count: 1.9k

♡ Warnings ♡ : SMUT; soft smut, a bit of angst, oral (f), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praising.

A/N: This is heavily inspired by GIDLE’s MOON. It’s clearly my favorite song from this new album. It did make me cry, please give it a listen if you can. If you don’t want to listen I understand, and I hope that you enjoy what I wrote. Thanks for reading.

It was getting darker outside, the glowing moon was shining in all its splendor outside your window. It was a beautiful full moon. A moon that was so full, just like your head with thoughts.

It was too much to handle by yourself.

But you had to be able to feel better by yourself. You didn’t want to bother Chan with your problems when he was already struggling with his own, he had been going through a enormous lack of inspiration that made him lock himself in the company’s gym and exercise until his body almost gave up, coming home and crashing directly on your shared bed to wake up again before you and do the same routine.

It had been like that for the past weeks. You missed him, missed how he giggled when you two were watching a movie, how handsome he looked when he was concentrated on his laptop screen at midnight and how he hummed when he woke up, waking you too with a smile that showed his cute dimples to you.

You missed all that. You missed him.

All you had now was the moon accompanying you, she was a witness to all the tears you shed for Chan.

It started by you sitting by the window, staring at the dark blue sky, looking at all the pretty stars and then at the full moon. Then you saw how it became smaller, disappearing as the nights passed until it disappeared, and you couldn’t help but relate to her. Feeling full when Chan called you during lunch or asked you how you were doing in the evening then feeling empty when you waited for him by yourself at night, falling asleep without noticing.

You’d gone to visit him at his workplace, finding him discussing things about songs with Changbin and Jisung. He’d asked if you wanted to go eat somewhere, and when you two finished your dinner he took your hand so tenderly, his eyes focused on you and with an apologetic smile he’d told you he might not get home at all later.

And you felt how your heart shattered into tiny pieces, forcing a smile and nodding your head without saying anything. Apparently, Chan didn’t worry because you seemed to take that well, so he just watched you leave the restaurant in silence with your head lowered and tears almost falling from your eyes.

That night was the first night you cried near the window, the moonlight illuminating the darkness of your room making it seem how you felt. Alone. And you fell asleep there, in the chair you used to do your makeup with your head against the wall. It wasn’t very comfortable, but sad you hadn’t seemed to mind.

The next day you wished you’d woken up in bed, an incredible neck pain torturing you and your stuffy nose and swollen eyes made you hate yourself for being so vulnerable.

That night you stayed away from the window, trying to hide yourself from the mocking moon that shone in all its splendor. You felt like it was making fun of you. She was so bright, and you were so… dull. You felt like nothing.

But you missed it, looking at her beauty. You couldn’t stay away from her, as simple as she was, she still was breathtaking everytime your eyes met her.

And since that day when the moon witnessed your true feelings, you thought that it wouldn’t be so bad after all. Unconsciously, you sat by the window more often and did mundane things such as brushing or braiding your hair, sometimes you read a book and on simpler nights you just stared out the window, looking at the people passing or admiring the stars shining on the dark sky.

Tonight was one of those nights where you brushed your hair before going to sleep, having showered before to sleep more peacefully and to feel clean. Your hair was now dry and it felt so soft when you ran your fingers through it, a smile on your face as you were facing the mirror and allowed the moonlight to reach your face.

Then, the sound of steps caught you off guard and you turned to see him walking over to you, a tired smile on his face but shining eyes when he was in front of you and pulled you towards him, the warmth of his body embraced you and you felt at home being in his arms. It felt so surreal, you dropped the brush to have your hands free and touch him to know he was real.

“You’re home earlier than usual” you whispered, your fingers softly caressing his cheek and smiling. That loveable sound of his giggles reached your ears and you pressed yourself against him even more. You’d missed him so much…

“I missed you. We’ve been separated for too long, I’m sorry, love. I forgot what truly was important” he murmured, squeezing you playfully then separating from you, his pretty hands taking your face to make you look at him. You could see how sincere he was being in his eyes, he meant every word that came out of his mouth.

“I know your life is music, Chan. I missed you but I never said anything because… Wanting you by my side all the time is too egoist. You’re free to do what you want” you lowered your head, trying to hide the tears that were forming in your eyes and threatened to fall at any given moment.

“Precious, I neglected you horribly. You’re my muse, you’re my inspiration, you’re what is most important to me. I won’t do this again, I know you’ve hardly taken care of yourself” he stopped, taking your chin and kissing your forehead so sweetly. You let your tears fall. They weren’t sad tears, but more like relieved tears. You were so glad to have met him, of being able to hear his voice and to love him like this.

“I love you so much, Chan. You need to take better care of yourself too, dummy. Everytime you get home you practically faint on any surface that seems sleepable” you joked, laughing softly and making him form a smile too. This was a moment that you would remember forever, knowing how honest the two of you were, you wouldn’t change this for nothing.

“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” Chan said, kissing your lips so gently, it felt like a caress. He was being so mild, his hands ghosting over your body until it reached the ending of your shirt and he separated from the kiss, asking with a look if he was allowed to take it off. You simply nodded, biting your lip and raising your arms for him to expose your skin to him. He was looking at you with such adoration in his eyes, that you were sure that if you could fall even deeper for someone, this was how that felt.

His hands found place in your waist and he kneeled in front of you, he rested his head on your thigh, his hands lifting you up until you were standing so he could pull down your bottoms, his plump lips kissing where his head rested previously and dragging his hands down to your knees, he separated your legs until your sex was fully exposed to him. And it was then when he came in contact with you, kissing your inner thighs lovingly before reaching his destination.

You moved to be on the edge of the seat, giving him more access to your intimacy and letting him pleasure you. Chan licked your slit experimentally a first time, making you shiver. One of your hands flew to tangle itself on his hair, expectating for him to make you cry in ecstasy.

His tongue played with you, going up and down until it came in contact with your clit and that’s when the action truly began. His hands were resting on your knees, keeping your shaking legs spread for him to make you feel like you were in heaven, and judging by the noises you were making he was succeeding efficiently. He knew your body too well at this point to know all of your reactions and your likes and dislikes when he fucked you roughly and when he made love to you, just like he was doing right now.

You were whimpering his name helplessly, arching your back on the chair and pushing him closer to you by his hair when you hit your high. The only warning he had was the loud scream you let out before you came in his mouth, shaking and letting some more tears roll down your cheeks.

Breathing heavily, you opened your eyes to see Chan wiping your essence from his chin, he looked so ethereal like that.

He stood up, taking you in his arms and laying you on the bed. You were feeling kind of tired, but decided that you needed something before going to sleep with the love of your life.

“Please, fuck me, Chan. I’ve missed you so much, I need you inside me” you pleaded. He seemed to think about it but after a few seconds, he started to undress in front of you, first taking out his jacket and then his shirt. You started touching yourself, feeling how wet and ready you were to take him all inside you.

Once when he was fully naked, almost like you, he positioned himself between your legs, pumping his cock once before penetrating you for the first time after a while. He groaned and you gasped when his member stretched you. “God, I had forgotten how tight you were, love. You feel so… perfect. You’re perfect for me, precious.”

He started to pull out slowly, stopping only when his tip was all that was left inside you. You felt empty, but that sensation was replaced as soon as he started filling you again. He kept the pace, slow but still pleasant for the both of you. It wasn’t until when he added rubbing your clit to the mixture that you felt a second orgasm forming, your walls clenched around him and you felt him twitch.

“Please kiss me when we cum, Chan” you cried out between gasps. You pulled him towards you by his neck, and he understood to kiss you hard, and it was right then when you allowed yourself to cum, him finding his own release seconds after.

He pulled out of you, being careful enough to fall next to you and not crush you with his weight. The two of you were in need of breath, but clearly content from the previous activity. You felt how full your heart was, and your eyes directed to the window, the moonlight coming from it showering both of you.

The moon was a witness to the pain you felt when you thought about being forgotten by Chan before. Not, she was a witness of the love you received from him, and the promise of taking better care of you while you took care of him. A silent pact made from true love.

“What are you thinking?” his voice brought you back to reality, and you turned your head to look at him with a big smile.

“Just about how much I love you.” He smiled when he heard your responde.

“I love you even more, babygirl.”

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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hello stranger | reader x changbin |

a/n: this chapter is one that is very special to me and really echoes a lot of the same feelings that I’ve experienced through the years. writing this chapter felt really healing for me, as I hope maybe it can to you who might’ve felt the same. Because of this, please read the warnings below and read what you feel comfortable with! Remember that no matter who you are, or what you’ve gone through you absolutely deserve love!!

Part 5

Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, female reader x han jisung

Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, smut, angst

Tags: (of this part) college au, rapper!changbin, rapper!jisung, establishedfwb!jisung, artist!reader, skz side characters, bestfriend!chan, bestfriend!felix, explicit language, HARD angst to FLUFFY fluff, mentions of alcohol, fingering (f receiving), squirting, dry humping, nipple play, protected sex, fluffy sex, cockwarming

CWs: implications of jealousy and possession (past), non-con pressure, fist fighting, quite a bit of blood, bruises, and other wounds, mentions of a scar, mentions of past toxic relationship, mentions of nausea, mentions of low self worth and self deprecating habits

Word count: 8.7k (grab a blanket, your plushie, some fuzzy socks...also I promise no other chapter will be this long LOL)

Chapters

-Two years ago, and some change-

Tonight was different. It could have been for a number of reasons. Maybe it was the way that he held onto your hand tighter than he usually did. You swayed your body next to his like you thought that you should have been doing. If you hadn’t you would have looked out of place. He hated when you looked out of place. The skimpy dress you had worn that night was just for him. You thought that he would like the way that the straps barely clung to your shoulders and the way that it was snug against your curves.

He was watchful. Silent. You had known him to be a generally loud and gregarious person. He had many friends. Many of his friends you really did like; but, there were others that you had liked less...the friends with wandering and judging eyes.

“Why her?” They would ask.

“You could do better.” They would whisper in his ear when they thought that you couldn’t hear.

“Isn’t she...boring?”

“Not boring when I’ve got her alone.”

The club was full of people; a suffocating amount. Bodies thrashed up against eachother in all their sweating heat. Shiny polyester and the tulle ruffles of shirts scratched against your skin in passing. Under the line of sight, no one could see where hands might reach or creep in the dark corners of that room. With the music blasting, no one could hearo f the sinful desires whispered from ear to ear.

“Don’t you want to get outta here?” He had craned down to give you his message.

“W-why don’t we just dance? I like this song.”

“But we’ve been here for so long.” His hand gripped tight on your arm. “Really. Let’s get out of here.”

“But--”

“Let’s bounce. I don’t wanna be here any more. Let’s go have fun somewhere else.”

Fear rose in your throat. His tone had changed to the one that you had been trying to keep at bay for weeks.

“Baby, I’m having fun!” You tugged back at your arm which he hadn’t released. Your brain worked quickly, and you did what you thought would’ve been distracting enough. You kissed him.

Hard and fast you shoved your tongue down his throat in ways that you only would do when it had been the two of you alone. The music was loud. No one could hear the way he forced a moan into your mouth. Your hands wove deeply into his hair that was swathed in that cologne of his that was dizzying. It was saltwater and cinnamon.

Your body pressed up flat against his chest and, as expected, he threw his arms back around you and kissed back with the same fervency that you tried to drench him in.

Your words were breathless. “Can we...stay?”

“Baby, how can you say that when you kissed me like that? God, if I could screw you right here and now...”

His friends had been watching. Or pretending not to watch. It was no lie that their eyes had been peeping from the corners.

“Let’s get some more drinks then? Hm? Maybe later we can head back to your--”

“--NO! I want you now.” His words were violent, and his hands starved in his feverish way, yet still, he sucked his devilish smile into your neck. “Baby, please.”

Just a few more drinks. That was all that it would take. Just a few more drinks and he would be a stumbling mess. He would forget his name and you and then he wouldn’t be able to take you anywhere. You loathed yourself for feeling that way, but it was the only solution you could think of.

“Let’s go out back. No one walks down that alley, you know so.”

A nervous laugh slipped off of your lips. “I-I know, but--it’s so cold outside, it’s snowing an-and it won’t be comfortable--”

“--I don’t need comfortable, I just need you.”

Lazily, his eyes met with one of his friendsand he flicked his finger to beckon him over. “You. Come with us. We’re gonna need someone to watch the door.”

His friend scoffed and shoved his glass into the hands of a stranger. “Fine. What are you gonna pay me back with?”

“I dunno, I’ll think of that later.”

Your arm wiggled, a slight attempt to free yourself of his grasp. “Babe, babe, come on. I-it’s risky, an-and--”

“--And what?!”

“I-I don’t...I don’t...”

“Babe I thought you liked it when we did risky stuff? Remember last week? The bathroom? You liked that didn’t you?”

“That-that was different.”

Above your heads the speakers boomed with a bass drop that you could feel vibrate in your chest. Strobe lights of dozens of different colors blinded your vision. Your head panged with a pain that must’ve been the alcohol, but with each passing second, you felt more and more lightheaded. Air just barely escaped from your lungs and your lungs felt like dead weight.

His voice had been muffled. Your feet started taking steps that didn’t feel like they were their own. He used his body mass to part the sea of bodies, drawing you farther and farther away from it all. The two men chuckled as you neared the back of the building where the haze from the stage seemed to accumulate.

“Stand right at this door and don’t let anyone get out from it. Don’t leave until we come back in.”

His friend rolled his eyes, then took out his showy looking pen to take a long drag. He blew it into the other man’s face. “Have fun you two.”

The cold winter air stung at your dry lungs. You realized then that you had forgotten your coat inside. Under your feet, flaky and white snow had mixed in potholes which had filled with iridescent oil. Together, the only thing that you could think of in that moment was how the two colors and mixed. In no way where they similar: one, black and slick, the other soft and pure. They made no sense.

“Ohhhh...Baby.”

His breath was hot and it steamed in the air like some kind of deadly and wispy poison. His hands were big. Much bigger than yours, and they seemed to wrap you all up in them. They were magnets to your hips which fell into them with ease. He must’ve been cold too you figured: goosebumps formed on his arms where the falling snow fell on them.

“You’re all mine. No one else’s. Don’t you ever forget that. Tell me. Who’s baby are you?”

“Y-yours.” Your voice trembled.

“That’s right.”

His freezing hands swept up both sides of your face and you prayed that he couldn’t feel the tears stream from your eyes to his fingers. All at once, you felt nauseous, you felt sick, shame, rage, embarrassment and fear. With the adrenaline pumping in your ears, you did something even you didn’t expect.

“S-stop.”

His mouth continued lapping over yours, even your words which you repeated,

“Stop!”

“Baby, we’re just getting started!” Frigid fingers crept up your shirt to your bare skin.

“I SAID STOP!”

You had bitten his lip, and the metallic taste of his blood dripped onto your lip.

“You bitch!” He stumbled, then wiped the blood to his finger.

Hot tears fell freely, and your body shook: perhaps it was the cold, or your fright, but it shook every part of you.

“What the fuck?!” He rose his hand in the air, “Who the fuck to you think--”

“--HEY!”

A voice echoed down the alley and bounced off the brick walls. He was a black outline, but it was undoubtedly him who had shouted. He was still, but all at once he started running, sprinting towards you and you cowered to the snow.

“Don’t you fucking--”

The other man ran right up to the both of you. He was shorter, but crashed into the other taller man with a fist raised. He nearly had to jump a little, but he had knocked him square in the face with a horrible fleshy sounding thud.

He finished his sentence, “-Don’t you fucking touch her!”

The shorter man rubbed at his knuckles which had bloodied quickly. Your boyfriend had slipped on the ice a few steps back, falling to the ground clumsily and wetting it from the blood dripping from his mouth and nose. He laughed incredulously.

“You pack quite a punch for a little guy don’t you? Well, you picked the wrong fight--”

He rose to his feet with fists raised, then took a swing at the other man. He was agile, and ducked with ease, then twisted around the taller’s body to punch into his ribs. Still he didn’t miss each punch, and your boyfriend landed hits to his face as well. The stranger fell to the ground this time, groaning out and splashing into the cotton snow. While he was down, the taller man kicked into his sides.

“How do you like that? Huh??? You have no FUCKING RIGHT. This is between me and my girlfriend, so, fuck. off.”

The stranger spat blood to the white snow. “A-actually, I did have a right.”

“What was that??” He kicked harder.

“You-you were going to hit her? Weren’t you? Who the hell hits their girlfriend?”

In one motion, the shorter man was back up on his feet, stumbling, but still swinging. He was weaker, but still punched into the taller man’s sides relentlessly. The two men sparred, and you felt frozen. It was as if you weren’t even breathing.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Your thoughts rang, but your voice couldn’t muster it.

“You’re the fucking--” Punch. “--Scum--” Punch. “--Of the--” Punch. “--Earth.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes had become bloodshot red. In a mix of furious arms, he had scraped his wristwatch against the other man who cried out with a horrible sounding whimper, and then a flash of red started to flow down his arm.

Your dress had soaked through with the freezing cold water and you had nearly buried your eyes into your arms. Never had you felt so small, so helpless.

“HEY! What’s going on down here?”

A flash of blue and red lights lit up the pitch black alley.

“What’s going on??”

The policeman’s voice buzzed over the loudspeaker on his car.

The shorter man was a crumple on the ground and he hissed out with pain from his teeth. His arm quivered with pain from the gash that had been pressed into it. By contrast, the peaceful snow fell lightly onto his body and got tangled into his curled, dark hair. Your boyfriend; you hadn’t even seen him turn to sprint down the opposite side of the alley.

Regardless, the stranger still managed, “Ar-are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Your dry and tear-stained cheeks crinkled. “N-no. He didn’t.”

“T-that’s good. Listen, I-I need to go. I can’t afford for them to take me. Ask them to help you and take you home.

The clink of the policeman’s keys on his hip jingled as he neared.

“I’m sorry I have to run.” He stumbled to his feet. For a few seconds, you could see his eyes under the flickering yellow streetlight. They weren’t brown or black, but some kind of dark stormy grey.

He went running down the alley, as fast as he could manage with a limp to his leg and his dripping arm creating a trail behind him.

As he ran, he left behind him a scent, foreign in the winter air. You couldn’t name it exactly, but you had guessed at least for then, it might’ve been something like rosemary and cedarwood.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

2am, and you felt euphoric. Like a fucking cloud. Even though it was typical, there really were no other words that could describe it.

Felix and Chan bumped their hips against yours while they danced in the rhythm of the song that the DJ had played. Both of their bright smiles were utterly adorable, and the three of you doubled over in your laughter at each other’s terribly awkward dance moves. Chan made his best attempt at the robot, and Felix busted out some of his favorite internet dances. You rose your hand to the side of your face as if to say I don’t know them. Felix’s tiny hands interlaced into yours and you danced with him too while Chan mimed throwing dollar bills into the air.

“How much longer?” You yelled over the music until it scratched your throat.

“I don’t know! I didn’t get a chance to look at the line up!” Chan’s body bumped up against others in the crowd while he tried to check is phone. “It’s fine! I’m sure he should be coming on soon!”

You couldn’t remember the last time that you had been to a show that wasn’t to see Jisung. It was strange thinking about all of the things you used to worry about when you had gone to see him in the past: was your outfit sexy enough, had you remembered to put on your lip gloss...you’d even worry over stupid shit like if you had missed any spot on your legs while shaving.

None of those worries filled you now. The clothes that you had put on in your haste made little sense, and were a bit warm in the room where sweat practically dripped from the walls. You had even left your apartment in such a hurry--you had been working on a new piece from a spark of inspiration during midday.

“He said that he was going near the end I think!!” You informed your friends.

Chan did a little excited dance. You didn’t know if he was more thrilled over the fact that he was there or how you had promised to introduce him to Changbin after the show.

The lights shifted, turning from pink to blue, and the music faded too. Your beating heart slowed as the atmosphere changed and Felix clawed back onto your arm.

“Oh my God!!! I think that it’s gonna be him!!!” Chan nearly leapt into the air.

It was frightening how familiar it all felt; you felt as if you had been transported right to that first night, the night that you had met him and the night that he had entranced you up on that stage. Everything in the room darkened, and the smoke slithered onto the stage. Everyone had quieted with their focus narrowing on the empty expanse that had been set up all for him.

To the side of the stage, the announcer chuckled into the mic, “Ladies and Gents, as you know him...SPEAR B!”

Music erupted like a crack of lighting over the speakers and was so sudden that nearly everyone in the crowd jumped out of their skin. The spotlights flooded the stage in a blinding white light, and before your eyes could process it, he had thrown himself to centerstage with some kind of magic or trick of the eye. It was so confusing, all you could do was stand in shock.

Rapid fire lyrics flew off his tongue with lightspeed, and he carried himself around the stage with as much regality as a king. His hooded eyes held nothing but concentration at each of his words, and he threw his arms around with emphasis so you could hang onto every single syllable. He shone under the lights where he had adorned himself in his favorite array of silver and crystal jewelry: his trademark chain around his neck blinked like diamonds. Every curve of the muscles on his thick arms and thighs tensed and the vein on the side of his neck flared as he spoke. With a bite to his lip and an indulgent smile, he owned very single part of his own world.

He was fucking mesmerizing.

Felix and Chan were wildly flapping their bodies around and thrashing their heads along with every other body in the crowd, but you had stood still. It was unbelievable that you had been close to him. All your memories of him holding you softly in his arms, planting kisses into every tender inch of your skin seemed so far away, but so close. He couldn’t have been the same person.

Your heart swelled with a pain. It might’ve been warning, precautionary, or fearful. Or, it might’ve been warm, intoxicated, infatuated. Your own mind couldn’t comprehend it.

Over the hundreds of eyes in the crowd, somehow, he had found yours, and it was just as that first night had been. He was so massive, so crushing. His confidence was something so addictive and his gaze so thick that you felt as if it was crushing. Still, there was one thing that was different about it now.

He knew you. He wasn’t just some stranger.

He knew your ins and outs, he knew your fears, the way that you would shy away from him or how you would lean into him closer. After that one meeting, you had encompassed everything that he could imagine, as he did for you.

You had started as strangers, but now you couldn’t even imagine a time when you weren’t.

He had broken his composure for mere seconds to smile at you. It was a simple: I see you. And you see me.

It was cliché. Fucking cheesy as hell. God, it was sugary sweet and rotten; a phrase you hadn’t said in a year or more. But, with the dozens of other girls screaming it in that room, bumping with bodies and bass ringing, condensation on the walls and music louder than your own voice, you joined the cacophony. Even if he couldn’t hear you screamed the words with your whole chest:

“I FUCKING LOVE YOU SEO CHANGBIN!”

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The music had subsided, and the stage lit to normal as the stagehands switched around the arrangement for the next act. You and your two friends were out of breath and exhausted. Sweat beaded on all of your brows and you felt it dripping down your back as well. The three of you stood laughing out in your euphoria: it as a high like none other.

“Damn. Why do I really want ice cream right now?” Felix huffed out his laugher and slung Chan under his arm. “Doesn’t that sound like a really good idea?”

Chan whipped the damp strands of hair from his eyes. “That does sound like a really good idea. But...you think any places will be open?”

With surprised glances, the three of you burst out hysterically.

You wiped an exhilarated tear from your eye, “We’d have to go to the store.”

Somehow, it was the funniest thing that you could have said and Felix and Chan held their sides in their laughter.

“Do-do you think that Changbin would want to come with us?” Felix helped fix your sweater which had become a bit ajar on your frame.

“I don’t see why not.”

Chan did another adorable little dance. “Holy hell. I can ask him about his process!!!.” He scooped you up into a tight hug. “This is so exciting!!!!!”

“Just don’t...scare him away.” You patted into Chan’s hair with adoration.

“He should be back out any minute right? He said he would come looking for you?”

You nodded, feeling your heart start to race at the prospect. You hadn’t felt this giddy about the attention in a while--not at least, attention that had been given to you without a condition.

Behind your little group, you felt a tug on your wrist, then your cheeks swelled with warmth.

“Chang--”

“--Holy fuck! You actually came!!”

Jisung’s eyes lit up and an inhumanely wide smile spread across his face.

“...Jisung--”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it, you actually came! Shit, I really thought that after we talked the other day that--”

Chan ripped Jisung’s grip from your wrist. “You better cut that out.” Once as giddy as he was before, his expression had turned deadly serious.

“What are you doing here?” Felix pushed you slightly behind him.

“Performing? This is my show too. I’m on in thirty. You’re here to see me too?”

“Like hell we are.” Chan rolled his eyes.

Jisung chose to ignore him, bringing his attention back to you.

“B-baby, thank you so much for coming, and for giving me another chance--”

“--Another chance? Y/n, what is he talking about?” Felix asked, then both of your friends eyes were on yours.

A knot formed back up in your throat with your decisions that you had let hang since you had las spoken to Jisung. You thought you had been clear enough to him, and you had told your friends you had thought that you had ended it.

Chan huffed out an authoritative sigh, “We’re leaving. Come on,” he wrapped an arm around both you and Felix. “Let’s just get out of here.”

“No! Wait! Y/n don’t leave! Let-let’s talk about this, y-you never let me see you any more, I’ve been missing you...missing you like crazy,” His grip reached out to you once more, pulling your whole arm closer to him with a pain that panged in your shoulder. “--since you’re here...let’s just talk this out okay?”

The music in the room grew louder once more, and the next act entered the stage with the announcer’s enthusiastic voice. The lights flashed out, and suddenly all of your bodies were bathed in red, pink, and blue light.

Another memory, from another night, flashed before your eyes. He held onto your arm tighter than he usually did. His incessant eyes pleaded over to yours like he had countless times before.

“Jisung, stop.”

“I-I just don’t understand! Let’s not do this here! Can’t we go somewhere private where the two of us can talk? Baby--”

Another hand grasped at your opposite arm, then it snuck around your waist.

“--What the hell do you think you’re doing to her?”

Changbin pulled you into his chest with a force that knocked the wind out of your lungs, then he immediately inspected the arm where the other had grabbed you so tightly.

“Did he hurt you? Let me see.”

Chan and Felix’s eyes widened in their shock.

Jisung pushed himself closer. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing Changbin? Don’t get involved in this, it doesn’t concern you.”

“Actually, yes, it does.”

Everything was unfolding before your eyes, and you felt faint. All the secrets, lies, the way that you had entangled yourself in it all, was crushing you like vines with thorns. Your fear bit bile in your throat, and you couldn’t decide if you felt strong enough to run.

Before you could say anything about it, Changbin pulled you out from the crowd, faster than your wobbling legs could handle. He was furious, you could tell, but he tried his best not to let it seep over to you. Changbin muttered curses under his breath, but pushed forward, past the dancing bodies, past the stage, past the maze of speakers and other sound equipment in the back.

“Let’s just get out of here okay?” His fingers dug into your waist.

Behind you, Felix and Chan shoved their way a few paces behind, ultimately getting caught in the web of people moving this way and that. Not far behind them, was Jisung thrashing with all his might to catch up.

With your heartbeat in your ears, words started spilling out from your mouth:

“Changbin, I didn’t tell you--I-I still haven’t told you, but you need to know before--”

Changbin swung the back door to the venue and it slammed behind you with a metallic clang. It was nearly blizzarding outside, but he didn’t seem to care at all. Rather, he pulled you back into his chest to hug you tightly. He was desperate in the way that he hung onto your body; like he was trying to suck the very life from you.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you? I’m so sorry I couldn’t get there sooner. He’s a fucking dick, I won’t let him touch you again, I promise.”

Your nose clogged immediately, and your sobs came out choked and full of utter fear.

I’m going to loose him. I’ll lose him. He’ll hate me. He’ll let go, and never come back.

“Chang-Changbin...Jisung, he was--”

“Beautiful, why are you crying? Stop, stop, it’s okay.” He soothed you, wiping the tears from your cheeks that got muddled with snow. He too had snow clinging to his eyelashes and his hair that was also strung with sweat.

The back door swung open with another startling clank, and Jisung threw himself out of it with Felix and Chan holding him back by the arms.

“HE DOESN’T EVEN FUCKING KNOW HER!” Jisung screeched, then tore free of both of your friends.

He lunged himself at Changbin who had seconds to respond. He turned his back to shield you with his body, and Jisung clawed with an animalistic energy.

“HE DOESN’T FUCKING KNOW HER!” Jisung had been sobbing too, then swung a haphazard fist to Changbin’s back.

Felix and Chan came rushing to catch you as you fell into their arms, then Changbin swiftly turned to return the hit.

“Me?? You’re fucking crazy!!” He dodged another hit. “What the hell do you know about her?? Huh? YOU don’t know a thing about her!!”

Jisung wiped his eyes then threw another lazy punch. “What are you talking about???”

The two men stood still, both of them turning to turning to look at you with heaving chests. In your friends arms you trembled, and your worst nightmares unfolded right in front of your face. Your body fell to the ground, and the snow seeped into your clothes, just as it did on that night so long ago.

“Holy shit.” Jisung grabbed both sides of his head in his realization. “She fucking played us. SHE FUCKING PLAYED ME.”

Changbin cast his eyes away from you, just as he had when he had barely known a thing about you. He wouldn’t give you the pleasure.

“You were fucking her too, weren’t you?” Jisung laughed out like a madman. “So that’s what she’s been doing this whole time I haven’t seen her. She’s been fucking you and--”

Changbin’s fist rose, and it came crashing into the side of Jisung’s face so suddenly that you and your friends jumped from how fast he had done it.

He said nothing, but proceeded to raise his fist again, then sent it right back into the soft of Jisung’s cheek before he had a minute to respond to the first. Jisung whimpered, then spat blood out of his mouth. His tears had returned, but this time, they were infused in his own anger. The two boys steadied their stance, looking into each other’s eyes with lethal rage. Jisung attacked back with a yell that echoed through the alley, and he too landed punches to Changbin’s sides in sharp hooks. Changbin then grabbed the other man’s shirt collar, pulling him close, then knocking him back with red and bloody fists.

The two boys scuffled and slipped in the snow which had slicked on the ground to make each of their steps clumsy. Jisung sobbed through each of his punches, whereas Changbin held his teeth shut with a grit, merely grunting as he swung more and more. Your own tears blurred your vision, and your chest felt tight; nearly like it was about to burst. Your friends clung to your body just as tight, hushing to you and yelling at the boys to stop, but their voices sounded distant and faint.

Jisung landed punch to Changbin’s eye which split the skin there on his eyebrow. Changbin returned the favor in the same spot, creating the same effect. With crackled lips they swore at eachother, and you could only make out one phrase from Changbin’s mouth:

“Don’t you. Fucking. Touch her.”

The door swung, “Changbin?”

Minho hugged his coat around himself, only to jump out of his skin at the scene in front of him. He dodged two of Jisung’s swings as he clambered over to his roommate to hold him back. He was nearly two seconds late: with a roar, the two boys landed terrible blows at eachother, knocking them both to the ground.

“‘Bin--stop, STOP!” Minho wrapped his arms around his friend.

Just as he did, two other boys exited from the venue: one of them tall with long black hair and the other with hair as white as the snow.

“Fuck you.” Jisung growled dizzily, and his two friends swooped in to help him back to his feet. They too looked furious, but Jisung waved them off groggily. “Don’t w-waste your fucking time. Y-you--” He pointed directly at Changbin. “D-don’t waste your time...on her. I-I’m such a fucking fool.”

“Sung, let’s get out of here.” Jisung’s tall friend urged him. “Anyone on that street could’ve called the cops.”

Minho held Changbin up then looked to you and your startled friends eyes seriously. “We need to leave too.”

“We need to get him to a hospital.” Felix’s voice cracked.

“You think that he can afford a bill? N-no. We can’t do that. I’ll explain later...he’ll be fine. He’s done this to himself before. Idiot.” Minho slugged his roommates arm over his shoulder and Chan rushed to grab the other.

Your legs shook when Felix helped you to your feet. Any second, you thought they would give out. Thick strands of blood and saliva caught on Changbin’s lip. Seeing him like that made you feel even sicker. It was all your fault.

“M-My place is close-by. We can go there.” You locked eyes with Minho.

“Okay. We’ll go there.”

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Your hands trembled violently once you brought your key to your lock. They burned with the cold, and were wet from how you had clawed at the snow.

“Here, let me.” Felix gently offered.

Your apartment was an absolute wreck. Tiny as it was, you had managed to make a mess of it all with art supplies, dirty dishes, hundreds of sticky notes with reminders and textbooks. As you entered, you swept everything to the side with your feet.

“W-what do we do?” Chan’s own fingers had turned pink from the cold where he held Changbin: head slumped and blinking hazily, then shivering furiously--the action thus making him groan out in pain.

“He-he’s freezing. There’s blood...” You fell from Felix’s arms. “I-I have to help him.” Once more, tears welled in your eyes. “We need to get him warm. Get him in the shower and clean him off.”

“Okay. Where’s the bathroom?”

You guided the group of boys down your hall where it became a group effort to remove him of his soaked clothes. Your pants had also been soaked through, but that didn’t even phase you; not when blood stained his mouth. He slumped his body over into four pairs of arms.

“I can take it from here.” You closed the door behind yourself.

Just as you did, you caught Chan’s surprised and widened eyes after Minho had leaned back from his ear. “He’s the son of WHO?”

You shimmied your own clothes off, ignoring your own shivering as you held him up. The act itself was difficult, and you had given up when it came to your undergarments. It didn’t matter much, so you left them on, along with his. All you wanted was to get the blood off of him--you couldn’t bear to see it.

The warm water on your skin felt unreal: a blanket of warmth to dissolve away the chill that clung to your body. It was as if you were defrosting: melting away the illness, the poison, the doubt and the fear. For a moment, you let yourself think that it was that simple.

“Y/n”

At your feet, the water turned from clear to pink.

“What is it?” You hushed above the sound of the shower, and Changbin rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why? You shouldn’t be sorry...I’m the one that should be.”

“N-no.” He coughed, “I feel so sorry.”

“Changbin--”

“--Why him? Why him when he would treat y-you like shit? I-I know how he is.”

“I-I don’t know...”

It was a funny thing crying in the shower. It was somewhat like you weren’t crying at all with how your tears mixed with the stream.

He sniffled, “I-I’m not mad at you. I mean...I was, but...I just don’t understand.”

“Please, be mad at me. Be fucking furious. T-this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have lied. I shouldn’t have kept it a secret--”

Changbin chuckled, then rose his head, lips bloodied, one eye squinted, with a smile on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re holding me back. I didn’t have to do it this time.”

At first, you didn’t know what it meant. But then, you realized. You had been clinging on to him for dear life: your arms completely wrapped around him, even now when he was standing on his own.

“I thought that I gave a damn since it was him--it made me so fucking mad that it was him but...”

“...What?”

“Fuck me, but...I love you.”

You shook your head vehemently, tears crossing with the warm trickle of water. “N-no, you don’t.”

He chuckled once more, “I think I’d know if I did or didn’t.”

“Don’t say that.” Your chest shook.

“Why?”

“B-because you don’t mean it. You can’t love me.”

“Why not?”

His hands, bruised and pink cupped both sides of your face.

“Someone like me...You can’t fucking love me.”

“What? You’re not making any sense. Y/n, I think I’ve fucking loved you since the first night that I met you, and you can’t stop me from loving you. Listen, you don’t even have to love me back for now, but can you at least accept how I feel for you?”

How was it you had been able to scream it before, but couldn’t find the words now?

Heated steam filled up your shower, and dripped from the walls. His skin too dipped with drops of that water. You thought to yourself how the blood and the water mixed, the two colors didn’t work together at all. Why was all you could think of colors?

“Okay?” He asked.

Your own hands took to his soft cheeks, where you brushed away any streaks of red you could see there.

You closed your yes after, succumbing to the feeling that the water brought you: melting, fading, dissolving, just like the way that watercolors blended from one to the other on a page. You felt Changbin press his forehead into yours.

“I-I think that I love you too--but--I’m so scared. So fucking scared.”

He let out a relieved “oh” then pressed his lips gently into yours. Each kiss after the other was more and more careful. He poured his whole being into your quivering lips.

“Please don’t be scared. Don’t be scared of me. I swear that I won’t hurt you, I never want to. I mean it. Please don’t run from me.”

Here you were, worrying that he was the one to run from you. You felt pathetic thinking how patient he had been with you, how much he had put up with, and what he had just done, all for you.

He kissed more “pleases” into your mouth, then drew you flush against his chest.

You held onto him tighter. “Do you mean it?”

He nodded, then craned his neck to fill your mouth with more of his answers, and it did feel like the way that watercolors faded into one another.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Will he be okay?”

Felix, Chan, you, and Minho sat on your couch with mugs warming your hands. In the past half hour or so, none of you had said much.

Minho sighed. “He will be. He just needs to rest now. I’ll take him to the clinic tomorrow, see if anything is wrong. Knowing him...thick skulled asshole...” He scoffed with a smirk, “--He’s fine.”

“T-that’s good.” Chan took a sip. “He fell asleep?”

“Right after we got out of the shower. Lucky I stole some of Chan’s joggers back then. I put him in my bed and he was out like a light. Didn’t say that anything else hurt.”

In unison, the four of you took another anxious sip.

“He can stay here tonight? If that’s okay with you?” Minho asked.

“Yeah. That’s fine. I don’t think he wants to move wither.”

Felix looked about himself awkwardly. “Wellll I think that we should get going then. Y/n, call us if you need anything?”

“Mmhm.”

A silence filled the air.

“Y/n, did you know?” Chan blurted out.

“Me? Know what?”

Minho shot the other man a deadly glare, then cleared his throat. “Bin’s dad is some high ranking politian. Someone so high that we’d know his name: that’s how he explained it to me. He left his whole life with them to rap. If he had gotten caught tonight, in the alley or some hospital with his real name, it would’ve been all over the news. He’s been trying his best to be invisible since high school...doesn’t want to tarnish the family reputation or something, even though they practically hate him....I don’t get it. They basically disowned him after he said he wanted to do rapping, not like he minded though. His surname isn’t even Seo.”

“Do you know what it is? His surname?”

“He’s never told me and I never asked.”

Another silence fell over your group.

“...He never told me.” You watched the steam of your tea.

“And I didn’t tell you either, alright? This stays between us.”

Felix mocked a zip over his lips.

“Guess I’ll have to ask him about him about his artistic process another time then, hm?” Chan cracked his sarcasm with an airy laugh.

“Guess so.” You tried your best to laugh back. “Thank you for tonight. All of you.” You met each boys eyes and each of them nodded in understanding.

Felix clapped his friend’s back. “Let’s head out.”

╚ ——————————————— ╝

One light was left on in your room: the strand of pink string lights that you hung over the wall your bed was against. The rest of your room was cluttered as well with clothes strewn about and your backpack contents scattered all across the floor. From your tiny and aged window, snow had accumulated in the corners, and further, the yellow and red lights of the city sparkled. Just as you were about to pull the plug for the lights, Changbin groaned out groggily.

“Wait...what are you doing?”

“Turning off the lights. I’m going to go to sleep too now. I wanna give you some space. I’ll go over on the couch.”

“No!” He roused himself, “No. Don’t do that. Can you...stay in here?”

“Sleep with you?”

“If you want? I wouldn’t mind.” He smirked, ever cocky. Nothing took that from him. “Two bodies are warmer than one.”

“Bin...”

His smile really was just a bit too cute.

“Mm. I like it when you call me that.” He reached out his arm to tempt you in. “Please? Come on.”

You toyed with his forearm, shaking it a little like you were throwing a tantrum. “Do I have to?”

“Hey! We just had a fuckin’ moment! I just bore my frickin’ heart for you.”

“I’m just teasing. I will.”

Right by his wrist, a puffy scar caught your eye, and you wondered if you had missed cleaning one of his wounds. You turned his arm over, revealing the gnarly scar: a stripe, about 3 inches long running parallel to his arm.

“What’s this?” You studied it further.

“Oh. That. Don’t get mad, but, tonight’s fight wasn’t my first. Some fucker with a watch or a bracelet or something tore the shit outta my arm this one time.” He inspected it himself, “It’s my battle scar. I’m kinda proud of it. If I hadn’t stepped in, who knows what he would’ve done to his girlfriend? There’s a special place in hell for guys like him.”

Stormy grey eyes.

Rosemary and cedarwood.

You thought you had cried all the tears that would’ve been possible that night. Blurred memories, the ones that you had tried so desperately to forget came flooding over you. How you hadn’t known...was beyond you.

“Hey...” Changbin scooched back up to wipe your tears. “Tears again? What’s wrong?” His thumbs wiped them away. “You can tell me?”

“It-it was you??”

“Me? Me what?”

“On that night, in the alley when it was snowing, I-I was alone and he...”

Changbin’s eyes too blew out, then his own tears gathered in the corners. “Holy shit...that was you too?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my god.”

Instinctually, he threw his arms around you, back into his scent that was just as clear as the real first night you had met him. Together, you both turned into babbling, sniffling messes.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Your voice shook. “I’ve always wanted to thank you. I-I can’t believe--”

“--Come here.”

Changbin swept you off your feet and wrapped all of his limbs around your body where he had pulled you into the bed, finally sweeping the covers over top of both your bodies with a kiss to your forehead.

“You’ve gone though so much. Fuck, I don’t know how you’ve done it.”

Your own hands snaked around his body. “Bin...”

“We’re kind of impossible aren’t we? All those years ago, and now...”

“Thank you.” You kissed into his mouth, silencing him something much sweeter than your secrets.

His body shifted, and he returned with his own kisses, each one slow and careful. He twisted his body to lean slightly over you, wincing at the pain that it caused him.

“Fuck. That hurt.” He sighed with a tiny pout, “But, I don’t want to stop kissing you.”

You bit a little smile into his lips. “Don’t push yourself.”

“What? I can’t help it.”

This time, you pushed him back to swiftly cast your legs on either side of his hips to straddle him. “This better?”

He hummed out a happy yes, reaching down to pull your lips into his again. Like it always had been, you could’ve kissed him like this for ages, and time would slip into nothingness: a mere construct undefinable. Outside, the world was still dark and cold, but inside, the heat of your two bodies mingling banished it all away.

“By the way, I wanted to tell you that I think that your art is beautiful.” Changbin broke momentarily, then pointed to your unframed paintings stuck to the walls with painters tape. “I’ve never seen anything like them. I don’t know why you keep them hidden here. The world should see them.”

“Trying to get into my pants now? Who told you to say that?”

From your string lights, his whole being was bathed in a soft pink light.

“No one. But I mean it...you know, if I wasn’t debilitated, who knows what I would do to you right now.”

“Woooow, you talk such big game.”

He shot you a teasing glance. “I’ll fucking do it, fuck my probably broken-or- bruised ribs.”

“No! Don’t do that.” You chuckled. “Don’t hurt yourself.” With a newfound confidence, you lowered your body to hover your lips over his own. “What if I go easy on you....nice and slow? Didn’t you say once that you liked to take things slow?”

His eyes darkened as he mimicked your tone. “Anything as long as it’s with you.” After, his hands swept all the way down your back, lightly brushing up the fabric of your sleep-shirt, then to kneed into your ass. “Will you let me love you tonight?”

“Will you let me love you back?”

“Yes.”

You shoved your hips down into his, grinding as purposefully as you could over his half-hard dick and shivering at the sensation over your clit. Both of your bodies trembled at the action. Under the cotton sheets and down comforter, there was nothing that could have felt cozier against the bare skin of your arms, and the way that his fingertips traced scribbles into your back.

In seconds, he had pulled your shirt off your head, kissing little moans into your mouth once his hands had found your breasts. All the while, you kept your hips moving, reveling in the way that with each thrust of your hips you had felt yourself get wetter. He pulled and tweaked at your nipples which hardened them instantly, and you bowed down to kiss him on all the places where he didn’t know he had needed the attention: on the tip of his nose, in the corners of his mouth, over that scar on his chin, fluttering over his bruised eyelid, overtop the Band-Aid above his eyebrow, giving care to all the little scrapes on his cheeks.

He had keened his hips upwards, now properly hardened from your friction against him. Even just like this, his length felt heavenly. With a careful prompt, he guided your torso upward, granting his mouth better access of your perky nipples which he took into his mouth greedily. Even greedier hands cascaded down your stomach to your boyshorts where he pulled at the elastic. After, he ghosted his touch over the thin fabric separating him from touching your clit. The sensation nearly sent you topping over, but rather you grabbed at the iron headboard to your bed to steady yourself. Changbin blew his words over your nipples with a cool air.

“Can I?”

“Do you even need to ask?” You chuckled out.

“Of course I do.” He hooked two fingers to help you shake the fabric off your legs. “I always do.”

First, he pulled you down into his lips; a distraction, then he coaxed his digits into your folds. You hadn’t known how embarrassingly wet you had become, but that was nothing compared to the reality of it. The sounds of your slick coating his fingers was loud enough to make you giggle, and for him to return it.

“That excited huh?” His index finger rubbed faint circles around your clit.

“W-what about it?”

“I just think that its cute.” He removed his hand to show you the way that your arousal strung around his fingers. “‘So wet for me, aren’t you angel?”

“Mmhm.” Your hips did their own helpless dance over the pads of his fingers once he had brought them back down. “S-shit.”

A wicked smile spread over his face as he indulged in you more. Back and forth, he traced around your swollen clit, then down to your entrance, barely giving you any contact at all.

“Remember our first night? Hmm? Remember what I did to you? ...I could do it again...”

“B-Bin...” You gasped out his name at the thought.

His tongue slicked over your bottom lip, “Would you like that?” His index and middle finger swept even rougher swipes over your clit which sent you mewling back on his tongue.

“Yes? Or no? Use your words Beautiful.”

That intense feeling, that unreal feeling...you would’ve been lying if you had said you hadn’t dreamed of it.

“...yes. I want you to.”

“Okay my love. Just relax. Lean on me if you have to, okay?”

“It won’t hurt you?”

“No. Not at all.”

With your quivering thighs, his hand dipped back down and toyed with the heat of your folds and angrily sensitive clit. Your choked moans muffled into the crook of his neck where you had buried your face. Every single touch of his made your body feel as if it was aflame. Relentlessly, he switched from circling to stopping, every once and a while slipping a couple fingers to stretch out your entrance. He wouldn’t grant it to you fully yet, but his curved digits teased at your g-spot for only seconds at a time.

In his ears, you filled them with “more, more, more’s” and little whimpers of “deeper, deeper, please, deeper.”

“More? Is that what you want?”

He winced terribly at the action, but he pushed you off from on top of him till you were flat on your back, screwing his fingers into you deeply.

“I’ll give you as much as you want.” He kissed the words to your collarbones.

All at once, his pace was renewed, and his fingers curved up sharply inside of your pussy to simulate your g-spot as roughly and quickly as he could. In his skill he gave your clit attention with his flattened thumb. The overwhelming feeling built in your core and inched closer second by second. Your control over your body slipped past you, and you fell completely into the feeling.

You came with a uncontrollable shake of your whole body, and a release of pressure that made you into a moaning mess--that of which you didn’t need to be careful of if you had been too loud or not. Freely, you convulsed with that indescribable feeing, and your liquids wetted both your thighs and the fringes of the sheets which Changbin just barely removed from your body.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

In his adoration, the man above you proudly chuckled at your body still quivering with aftershocks.

“Think you can take a little more after that? Take your time angel.”

Your head spun, but it did so only for a moment. As you came down, Changbin kissed one, two, three, little kisses into your shoulder while he admired the way that your body shook.

You nodded, laughing at the fact that you really did have no idea what time it was, nor could you even guess.

“Do you have--”

“--Dresser. O-over there.” A weak finger of yours pointed to your side table.

A series of grunts slipped out of him, but he rolled himself over to take a condom from the strand and take care of it himself. He hid is tiny embarrassed smirk once he laid down.

“Angel, I-I think that you’ll have to--”

“--I know.”

Back to your origional position, you aligned your entrance against his length which was still as red and hardened as ever.

“Nice and slow right?”

With one hand, you guided his dick into your velvet walls.

“Oh shit.” Changbin pulled at your lip with is teeth upon the first roll of your hips. “Just like that. Just...like that.”

It was beautiful, the way that he felt inside you. It had hurt a bit the first time, but now, it was different. The way that he filled you up was perfection: you were perfect for him, and he was for you.

“D-don’t stop.” He pleaded while he scraped his nails down your back.

To think, the one who had told you he didn’t say “please” was now at your mercy. It took everything you had not to let it go to your head.

He angled his hips upward, pushing himself even deeper, and you nearly lost your composure at the feeling. Your core tightened again, and you let yourself grind over him, not stopping once.

“F-fuck. Bin, ah! Shit--”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Became his breathless mantra. “Y-you fuck me so good angel.”

Clambering lips came colliding and you rode out your orgasm on his dick fiercely, connecting your mouth with his so he could feel every little bit of the pleasure that he gave you. He did the same, spilling his euphoric “ah ah’s” all over your lips and eventually to your neck where he sucked carelessly upon his own orgasm. You milked every last bit of him from his throbbing erection until he shook and begged you to stop his overstimulation.

Perhaps because you were tired, or you craved the feeling, but not a bone in your body wanted to move.

“Can we stay like this...for a while?”

Changbin kissed his answer back to you.

“For as long as you like.”

Yes, the both of you had turned to sweating messes, and the scent of sex hung heavy around the both of you. Of course, it smelled just a little like rosemary and cedarwood. Wrapped up in one another like this, there was no telling where you began and he ended.

Until the sun peaked at the horizon, he filled you to the brim with his “I love you’s” anywhere that he could manage: into the palms of your hands, into the love bites he had painted onto your chest, onto your ears which he nibbled, and, into your sleepy eyes which had held his for as long as you could, until the allure of sleep drew both of them closed.

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description: because overcoming heavy traffic is the new crossing oceans for people member: jisung / han genre: fluff, college au, not-so-long distance au, city life au, best friends to lovers au word count: 9.4k warning: explicit language, drinking, suggestive, food, traffic, heights, a clown note: i want to throw fists at han jisung but like with affection y’know

one - a new cafe

For almost 2 years now, you and Jisung have what Seungmin has once referred to as a semi-long distance friendship—only semi since you attend universities literally 20 minutes away from each other when there’s no traffic and friendship because, well, you’ve been best friends since high school. It’s not that you don’t have other friends who attend SNU like him or vice versa (but Yonsei University); rather, it’s that Jisung is the slowest replier in the world and you’re the second clingiest person in the world (just behind Hyunjin). Seeing each other in person as much as you can is an absolute must in order to keep Jisung from fully becoming one with his dorm, you sane from the academic pressure of tertiary education, and your overall friendship afloat. College students need to stick together somehow.

Unless it’s a bigger hangout with your mutual friends, you alternate locations depending on who has a heavier deadline to attend to afterward. When Jisung finds himself struggling to finish a song or needs to be at the campus radio station with the rest of 3racha later on, it’s you taking the bus to his university dorm; when it’s you slumped on term papers for your core subjects or on visual props your club needs, Jisung convinces Minho to let him carpool (since his night part-time job is on the way to your university).

But even then, it’s more often that you make the tedious travel. Like today.

On this particular day, it’s you seated on a bus and looking outside the window to pass the agonizingly slow time, sighing for the nth time at the evening rush hour. It’s only 6:20 PM on your phone and your bus is already on the connecting bridge but the endless sight of cars behind and ahead of you, against the darkness of the Han river and the bright city lights, doesn’t make you feel like you’ve crossed any distance. Jisung’s last text was a simple “stay safe” almost an hour ago when you got on the bus from the nearest stop outside your university.

The two of you are you supposed to try the new cafe inside his campus for dinner since your recent hangouts have only been inside his dorm (with Hyunjin too since they’re roommates), watching old movies and eating take-out until Jisung accidentally falls asleep from power working beforehand. It’s nearing the semester break and everyone’s been sort of busy at SNU, but lately, Jisung’s been actually making an effort to make time for you and insisting that you hang out at the expense of his sleep.

Backwards thinking but okay, you shrug one shoulder at the thought. You’ve talked about it once on call when his sudden initiative to meet started since you’re concerned about his well-being and that you have all the time in the world once break starts but Jisung unexpectedly fell asleep halfway and Hyunjin had to end the call. Two days later, Jisung texted you that he rented the movie you wanted to watch at the cinema for the weekend with an apology for falling asleep and assurance that he’s almost finished with his deadlines and that he’s asking you to hang out responsibly.

It’s not like you don’t like it, you are already on the way to SNU, after all. Besides, you’re still very much free from heavy academic and club activities since your professors scheduled their deadlines after the break and your club is not as active lately. Have fun now, suffer later as Seungmin and Changbin have told you when you told them your worries about Jisung’s sleep schedule.

After a while of trying to count the cars on the bridge as your lane moves a little faster now, you open your phone and message Jisung to pass the time. You don’t always expect that he replies but it’s always the most reassuring when it’s him you’re contacting, even when it’s just casual.

y/n: don’t u have radio tonight? [sent 6:32 PM]

You’ve heard 3racha’s campus radio show on the several times you hung out at SNU during the day. They air live on Friday nights, Saturday if most of the all-student crew are busy, but the meetings are rather frequent when nearing holidays so you’re careful of leaving on time even on a non-Friday weekday like this.

y/n: just crossed ynghwa

y/n: bus is driving steady now!!! aaaaak

jisung: almost typed ‘arent u supposed to be looking at d road’ then i rmmbr that u don’t have a car LOL [sent 6:56 PM]

y/n: so do u have a meeting later?

jisung: no

At their dorms, Hyunjin is out for the night to god knows where but Jisung is quite certain it’s not for studying since he was dressed to the nines. When he got a text from you, he slowly but surely forced himself to stand up from his work area to get dressed. Though he’s the one who insisted on hanging out, it doesn’t change the fact that leaving his work is hard when he’s in his ‘zone’ but he has to since the new cafe’s apparently a 3-minute walk from his dorm but he has to meet you at the bus stop first.

y/n: ur probs not even dressed yet

y/n: close that laptop nerd

Jisung couldn’t bring it in himself to reply because he was already preoccupied avoiding getting dissed by you again whenever he wears his favorite Supreme t-shirt.

You arrive at the bus stop at around 6:50 PM, just as Jisung arrives, panting heavily from running the remaining distance when he received an ‘almost there’ message from you. You offer him a bottle of water you forgot to take out from your backpack and he quickly swipes it from you, chugging down the contents as if his life depends on it. “Woah there, haven’t seen you in a long time. Drink slowly and breathe.” You rub his arm comfortingly as the two of you stand on the empty sidewalk. Behind you, your bus drives away. “You didn’t have to run, you know, I could’ve just met up with you wherever you are.”

He then stops drinking just to breathlessly say, “But it’s dark and there could be creeps out.”

You’re touched but still concerned. “Still. I have you on speed dial, remember?”

When Jisung’s fully recovered, the two of you walk to the cafe together, catching up on what’s happened in your own lives in the past week since you last met. There’s not much, actually, since Jisung really doesn’t go out often unless it’s for classes, the radio show, or some of his other friends insisted and you’re almost always with your dorm mates, Lia and Ryujin, or with Changbin, Seungmin, and Jeongin.

“Minho says they have good Americano.” Eventually you arrive and Jisung immediately points to the several posters on the window, showcasing the cafe’s specialty.

“And how many days have you been running only on Americano?” You point out in an almost scolding tone. You approach the counter now where there are barely any people in line since most customers are already seated.

“Not that long!” He holds up his hands in the air. “Just 2 weeks!”

“Jisung!”

He imitates you dramatically with,“Y/N!” to which you only roll your eyes to.

“Good evening, how may I take your order?” The barista asks.

Jisung opens his mouth to speak but you hold an arm in front of him and turn to the barista, “One pesto, one lasagna, the chicken wings for sharing, two glasses of water, one cheesecake, and one strawberry cake, please.”

“Y/N, this is a cafe, where their specialty is coffee.” Jisung teases dryly as the barista takes note of your order, a last attempt at getting himself another cup of Americano.

So without turning to him, you tell the barista, “Also, can you add an additional Americano—?”

“Finally—” “Two shots for me, not him.”

The barista only laughs at your banter. “Name please?”

“Y/N.”

While you’re conversing with the barista, Jisung shoots daggers to the side of your face, dramatically declaring, “I’m stealing your Americano.”

But you only drop your arm in front of him as the barista says, “That would be 12,000 won.”

“Oh, he’s paying.”

Either way, Jisung reluctantly pays with the sole motivation to get a sip from your iced Americano.

“Seriously, though, cut the Americano for a little while, maybe until finals.” You point out as you settle on a nearby table that has just been cleaned by staff. “Do you even know what a water dispenser looks like at this point?”

“I drink water.” He pouts, opting to sit down next to you to show that he really has all intents to steal your Americano. “It just doesn’t give me ideas for my projects.”

“You have one practical project due before the break. What about the other times you do work?”

“I do them quickly.”

You sigh in defeat. “Ah, seriously?”

When the barista calls for your name at the counter, Jisung holds you down by the shoulder and makes a run for the counter, taking a long sip of your Americano until you caught up to him.

“Success!” He exclaims, proud of himself, as he takes one of the two trays.

“Satisfied with your Americano?” You take the other tray in defeat, walking back to your table with him.

“Hm, I don’t knoooow.” He teases in sing-song, sitting next to you again instead of across from you as he would usually do. “You might finish everything before even finishing your pasta.”

“I’m not too much in a coffee mood, actually.” You scrunch up your nose. The two of you then proceed on taking your respective orders off the tray, setting the trays aside.

“But after the break, you will be.” He states matter-of-factly. “How many projects do you have due after the break?”

“I can only remember six because I really don’t want to think about them right now.” You steal a small slice of cheesecake from him as an unwritten exchange for his unlimited share of your iced Americano. “As Seungmin and Changbin once said, ‘have fun now, suffer later.’“

“Oh, I’m fun?”

You turn to your side to look at him, finding him looking back at you with a triumphant smile. “You’re not letting me live this down, won’t you?”

“No, it’s getting added to my list of Y/N compliments!”

You roll your eyes, taking another slice of cheesecake. He reiterates with his now third sip of Americano—you’re not even sure anymore because you’re pretty sure he’s already drank half of it.

“I said drink your water, jeez.” You slide him his glass of water, barely a quarter empty. You take the Americano from him, taking your own long sip of the drink.

“I will, I will! Just one last si—” “Han Jisung, let me drink my damn coffee!” “Okay, fine, let’s exchange!”

You leave the cafe when it’s nearing 9 PM. Somehow, when you’re with Jisung and food, you barely check the time, much less your phone, since your table gets messy from stealing each other’s dessert plates and, for tonight, Jisung drinking most of your Americano. You and Jisung also had a lot to say about your respective classes in a full-on rant session since there’s only 2 weeks left until everyone is on semester break.

“There’s not much traffic at this time, isn’t there?” Jisung asks you as he walks you back to the bus stop. He holds a paperbag containing your take-out cakes for your roommates. “You might fall asleep and miss your stop again.”

“Says the guy who sleeps on people during calls.” You tease with an elbow to his side. He tries to slap you back on your arm but you walk ahead enough to be out of his reach, sticking your tongue out at him. “There isn’t much traffic now, though, it’s only Thursday.”

“Y/N.” He laughs while calling your name, covering his mouth. “It’s Friday.”

Your eyes, of course, widen in surprise. “It is?” He only nods at this, finding amusement in the way your expression quickly turns into that of horror. “Ah, shit, I told my roommates we hang out tomorrow!”

“Why, do you have to do the dishes or something?”

But checking your phone, you only find a ‘wya’ message from Ryujin. Almost as quickly as you started panicking, you calm down again. “Oh, it’s fine.” You conclude, shoving your phone back in your coat pocket. “It’s just that they sometimes think I died at the library or something and end up making a big scene about it. Last time, our batch FB group got spammed.”

“Wow, then you judge me for always being cooped up in the dorms?”

“That’s different—I actually go out and walk. I’m surprised you can even run to the bus stop a while ago.”

Jisung threatens to swing your take-out bag at you. You only take it lightheartedly by holding your hands up in front of him, laughing.

But all jokes and banter aside, you give him a hug before boarding the bus. “Text me when you get home.” He recites his constant line when it’s you leaving. “Or when you miss your bus.”

“Shut up.” You mumble on his shoulder, punching his back hard before pulling away. “I hope you trip on your way back.”

“‘Night, Y/N.” “See you when I see you, nerd.”

two - a park

After a month of living off of ramen and iced Americano, barely seeing the sun, and hearing the same chords and melodies on repeat, Jisung passes the song he’s been working a week later. Besides this, he only has three papers left to tweak before he can fully enjoy the semester break without any sort of guilt.

To celebrate, it’s you inviting him this time to ride bicycles so he can move around but also relax. You picked the park at Ichon that’s on your side of the Han river but still far away from university so you don’t think of schoolwork the entire time.

On this particular hangout, you took the same bus but at different times. He boarded the bus first before you, arriving some 30 minutes after you’ve arrived at your nearest stop. Since it’s a Saturday morning, the traffic’s not too heavy.

“You look nice.” Jisung nudges you with one shoulder as you take a seat on the spot he saved you. The bus is not full since the rush hour had just gone.

“It’s just a t-shirt and shorts.” You reply flatly, hiding the fact that you actually thought a lot about your outfit last night. You even wore your good sneakers and denim jacket today.

“Yes, but it’s your other other favorite graphic shirt.” He points out. “The one for when we’re outdoors.”

Oh, so he noticed.

“Yes because someone has to look cute.” But you actually think Jisung looks nice even when he wears the same Supreme shirt like today—you’re just too in deep with the teasing to compliment him.

“I compliment the rainbow shirt you always wear when we sightsee but you diss my Supreme shirt.” He rolls his eyes. “Ah, people these days.”

“Because you’re always in and out of university in that.” To emphasis, you tease him further by scooting away. “Do you even wash that?”

“Of course I do.” He confidently and lightheartedly answers, putting an arm on your shoulder and pulling you back. “While it’s in the laundry, I wear my other Supreme shirt, or my other other Supreme shirt—“

“Yikes.” You tsk at him, crossing your arms. “This is what staying inside all day does to you.”

“That’s why you’re here, my Y/N, to take me out.”

“I was reduced to the role of babysitter.”

“I was going for hangout or date but you called yourself babysitter.”

Arriving at Ichon park, you make a quick snack stop at the nearest convenience store first. Since it’s your turn to pay, Jisung makes sure to buy all of his favorites (sans an iced Americano this time as your only condition to pay for him). You fill an entire basket with snacks and drinks both for when you ride a bicycle and for when you settle down for a picnic later at lunch.

“By the way, did you bring the mat?” You ask Jisung as you walk to the renting station, remembering that he and Hyunjin have the picnic mat you and your bigger circle of friends use for outings like this.

“Of course I did, what do you take me for?” He unzips his backpack to show you the blue gingham pattern Seungmin picked out two years ago. Aesthetic, he said. “I’m not the one who mistakes dates.”

“And I’m not the one who had to ask what the picnic mat looks like the other night despite having it for 4 months now.” After a few more steps, you arrive at the renting station. “I was just making sure.”

You then rent two bicycles, both with baskets for your belongings.

“Y/N, wear a hat.” Jisung reminds you while putting in his.

You frown. You did bring a cap but you also put a lot of effort on your hair today. “It’s going to ruin my hair.”

“The sun’s going to burn your hair if you don’t.” He takes your cap from your hands and gently places it on top of your hair before you can even reiterate, a small smile gracing his face at your speechless expression. “There.”

The fuck is he on? Still, your heart beats erratically at his sporadic gestures. Being Jisung’s best friend is a bit of a rollercoaster.

Especially lately.

Before you know it, Jisung’s already on his bicycle, urging you to do the same. Half-dazed, the two of you leisurely circle the entire stretch of the park, pointing at random landmarks across the river and eating your snacks.

Since this hangout’s also meant as a celebratory one, you let Jisung let loose and yell, “I’m done with my projects!” while extending his hands out as he cycles. You think to yourself that you have the rest of the year having a heart attack over that.

The park is full of families, friends, and couples on a Sunday that you almost couldn’t find a spot to lay your picnic mat on when the two of you got too tired of cycling around. You couldn’t consider sitting on a park bench since Jisung was getting sleepy as well, a result of not having a proper sleep schedule and a half in the past weeks.

So, after almost twenty minutes, you managed to secure a place from a couple who was just leaving for the nearby Namsan tower.

“Thank you so much again!” You thank the couple who even helps you set up the picnic mat while you let Jisung temporarily rest on the bare grass with his backpack as a pillow, sleep quickly catching onto him.

“No problem.” The woman says with a smile.

“Have fun on your own date.” The man adds, placing an arm on his date’s shoulders.

“Oh we’re not—“ But before you could even finish, the couple’s already walked away. You sigh, squatting down to Jisung’s eye level this time. “Jisung wake up, mat’s ready.”

He scrunches his nose with a groan, about to roll over to the opposite direction until you stopped him and rolled him towards the mat. His head lands soundlessly on the ground, forcing him to open his eyes.

“Damn, I thought I was going to land on your lap.” He rubs the area on his head that hit the grass.

You sit down next to him, taking out the sandwiches you bought from the convenience store. “Who do you think rolled you over, dumbass? For a genius, your sense of direction is quite questionable.”

“But can I?” He looks up at you now, poking your bare thigh. “Do you need like a blanket or something?”

You remind yourself that this is the same guy who threatened to smack you with a box of cake last week and dropkicked you once (but that’s another story). “Fine, go ahead.”

As if he woke up just a little with wide eyes and a genuinely happy expression on his face, Jisung scoots over while laying down (which makes you stifle a giggle because he looks like a worm doing it) until his head lays on your lap. You push a bottle of water and two bags of sandwiches next to his shoulders. “You have to eat later, though, okay?”

Looking down at him, you surprise yourself by finding him with his eyes still open. He busies himself with lazily getting his phone and earphones from his bag, putting on an earbud and offering you the other. “I saved my project for you to listen to.”

“Didn’t you say you were going to sleep?” Nevertheless, you take the earbud just as the music starts to play.

“Yeah, but I’m suddenly hyper-aware and awake.” He shrugs, taking the sandwich on his side. “You know, like when kids get put to bed from sleeping somewhere else.”

“So you do think you’re a kid?”

“Shush, this is the good part in the song.”

You chuckle, opting to not reply vocally to enjoy the song you’ve been hearing fragments off for the past month. The two of you then eat and listen in silence, that is until he asks you for comments at the end and the two of you discuss it for a while then it’s back to comfortable silence again but with different music as you scroll through your phone and Jisung tries to nap again.

Jisung falls asleep once he has a good look at you without your phone in the way.

At the end of the day, around 4 PM so you don’t get stuck in rush hour traffic, you take the same bus again but this time, it’s you leaving first.

The only problem is that despite a year and a half of frequenting your side of the Han river, Jisung still can’t seem to memorize bus stops well, forcing you to stay awake the entire ride.

“Y/N—“ “No, Jisung, we’re still three stops away.”

You don’t even have to look up from your phone to know that Jisung’s still looking out of the window as he’s had for the past 20 minutes, trying to gues your stop. At hearing your answer, he decides to stop, turning his head to the other direction as you text your groupchat.

“What’s up?” He rests his head on your shoulder casually to get a better view of the messages you’re skimming through, sending a shiver down your spine.

You try shrugging him off his shoulder but he shows no initiative to move. “Everyone’s starting to talk about the annual Halloween party. You’d know if you check the chat often.”

Away from your view, Jisung frowns. “I get ideas of what you’re talking about from how Hyunjin reacts to them, especially to the memes, thank you very much.”

“Well, at least you’re a bit better than Changbin when it comes to being online.” You say, more to yourself than to Jisung. “Anyway, you, Hyunjin, and Chan are in charge of the guest list. Chan just suggested that you squeeze it in your next radio show this week since the party’s the next night—maximum of 50 people!”

“Oh, yeah, we can do that.” He nods. “Any news on the venue?”

At this, you release a sigh of frustration. “Seungmin and Changbin booked a rooftop in Itaewon of all places.”

“Isn’t that cool? Why are you sighing?”

“Speak for yourself, Jisung. Remember last year?” You close your phone now but Jisung’s head still remains on your shoulder. “I don’t want to deal with a lot of drunk college kids again—especially not on a rooftop and not when I really deserve a drink.”

“Nah, I’m sure it won’t be as bad as last year.” He tries to say dismissively but the two of you know exactly know crazy it was last year, especially for Jisung.

“Which is why I told Minho that we buy the alcohol together on Wednesday—so no one does anything too stupid.” You shrug Jisung completely off of your shoulder now since you’re nearing your stop and he complies, caught off-guard with the way you said you and Minho are doing something together. “Okay, Sung, this is my stop.”

You stand up and Jisung almost does the same in his absentminded state. “So are you carpooling with Minho on Saturday?”

“Yeah, I need to do something for my club before going to the party but we’re sending the drinks early in case we’re late.” You say quickly. “Okay, I gotta go. See you this break?”

“Hm, see you.”

When the bus moves again, there is a sinking feeling in Jisung’s stomach until the view of you walking back to your university disappears.

three - a supermarket

You invited Lia to help you and Minho to buy liquor at the nearby supermarket after Minho’s classes, only to find out that Minho brought 3racha along.

“It’s not that I don’t trust your box-carrying skills but I don’t trust your liquor-handling skills.” Minho explains when he sees your surprised expression at seeing Chan wave at you and Lia from the front passenger seat. “That goes literally and figuratively.”

“I mean, I feel the same which is why Lia’s here but, really? You trust Jisung and Changbin with liquor?”

“Hyunjin’s out with someone again and Jeongin might get carded again.” Changbin shrugs from the open passenger seat window.

“Seungmin? Jeongin? Felix?”

“Do you think we’d actually let them touch alcohol until Saturday?” “Right.”

“I’m sure it’s going to be fine. We’re buying for around 50 people right?” Lia asks Minho as the two of you squeeze in the back seat of his car.

“Yeah, so that’s about 6 boxes since the venue’s also providing some drinks.”

“What about snacks?” “Covered by the venue too.”

“How many bottles can fit in 1 box?” You mumble to yourself but Jisung, sitting very closely next to you, hears.

“Around 10 to 15, probably.” He says, startling you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be finishing papers?”

“I already finished them waaaay back.” He smirks at you coolly. “While being a ‘cave man’ at the dorms like you said. You’re supposed to be proud I’m voluntarily going out today.”

He’s too prideful to admit that he finished his remaining work in the 3-day window you didn’t see each other so he can tag along today.

At the supermarket, you split up in teams, each with two baskets to fill. Changbin and Lia head off to the liquor store outside the main supermarket while Minho and Chan go to the liquor aisle inside the supermarket. You and Jisung, on the other hand, stick together, browsing the other aisles instead after being in the same liquor aisle but at different sections with Minho and Chan. No reason, you both just felt like it.

“Do you think we have enough budget to sneak in a bag of candies?” You think out loud, holding a bag of mint candies from the shelf. “I’m not sure if I want this one but Minho likes it.”

“Minho probably wouldn’t notice—maybe he’ll even think he put that in himself.” Jisung says, standing really close to you and examining the candies himself. Your two baskets of alcohol bottles are half-forgotten to the side. “Why do you even want to buy candies for him? If you want it, though I can buy it for you.”

You give him a skeptical look, only then noticing how easily your shoulders brush against each other. “Why are you standing really close?” You voice your observation out loud, making him turn his head to you with a pout. “I mean sure go ahead but you’re literally blocking the light.”

“I can’t?” To emphasis, he leans some of his body weight to you, just enough to make you hold onto him by his arm at the feeling that you’ll tip over if you don’t. Succeeding, he smirk triumphantly and takes your hand off of his arm so that he can put in on your shoulder. “Y/N, I missed youuu.”

“We saw each other 3 days ago.” You huff, more to yourself than to him because he really is making you nervous. “You’re so clingy today, that’s my job!”

“Sus, I can’t miss you after 3 days now? When it’s already my break and you’re still attending some classes?” He pouts, holding his arms open. “Come here.”

“What? Why?” At this point, you’re just getting a serious whiplash from his sudden clinginess. That’s my job, how dare he?

When you don’t budge, eyes still narrowed at him, he moves forward himself, trapping you in a hug. “I want to hug you, idiot.”

“What if I don’t want to?” “I’m still hugging you.”

You simply give in this time, the two of you just standing there until Chan passed by to get Minho candies.

“Dudes, come on, we’re buying alcohol.” He reminds with an amused smile, snatching the bag of mint candies from your grasp. “Get moving, lovebirds.”

“We’re n—“ “We’ll be right there.”

You pretend on swinging a bag of gummy bears at him. When he asks you why, you only run back to the liquor aisle to meet Chan and Minho.

More bickering, some alcoholic jokes, and the woman at the check-out counter asking for your I.D.s later, the 6 of you rest and eat ice cream at a parlour near the check-out before leaving, your boxes of alcohol carefully placed together at the end of your table.

“So how many people are actually going?” Lia asks Chan over her chocolate ice cream.

“Around thirty-people already responded to the invite.” Chan answers. You wince every time he bites his ice cream. Every person to themselves but biting ice cream is just a no for you. “When the Friday show airs, hopefully more people go.”

“We had 100 people last year, right?”

“That’s because these geniuses thought they can handle a hundred drunks at a house party.” You recall the chaotically eventful party last year. “We’re cutting in half since we’re at a rooftop party and I don’t want to see people jumping off the 4th floor.”

“Also since not a lot of people dress up.” Jisung frowns. The party has always been a costume party when it started 3 years ago but somehow, a lot of the guests you’re not particularly close with always show up in the bare minimum.

“Ooh, what are you guys dressing up as this year?” Minho asks, suddenly excited at the topic of costumes.

“Might just go as a vampire again this year since I won’t have much time preparing this Saturday.” You frown.

“Hey, I wanted to go as a vampire!” Chan complains.

“You already went as a vampire last year! Can we not match again?”

“What about you Minho?” Lia asks, disinterested in your bicker with Chan.

“I haven’t decided yet.” He shrugs. “Ask Jisung.”

Lia turns to Jisung who enthusiastically answers, “It’s a surprise!”

“It’s probably the horse head again.” You roll your eyes, knowing his enthusiasm very well. “But we’re just going to pretend that it’s a surprise on Saturday.”

“You better do.” Jisung pouts.

“Have you even washed that horse mask since last year?” Minho narrows his eyes at the younger boy.

You yourself didn’t even expect that he’d keep it for this year especially after what happened.

Yikes.

“Minho, you know I do! I take it out sometimes to scare Hyunjin’s dates!”

You head to the events place in Itaewon after. From the photos in your groupchat, it’s an average-sized building in relation to the others in this particular district, holding a convenience store on the first floor, a BBQ place on the 2nd floor, and miscellaneous offices on the 3rd—one of which rents the rooftop for events.

“So why did we have to buy drinks at the supermarket again?” Changbin asks, still trying to catch his breath from carrying so many boxes of alcohol.

“Because supermarket alcohol is slightly better than convenience store ones.” You answer matter-of-factly. “It’s semester break and Halloween. Indulge a little, Binnie.”

“Y/N has plans to get wasted.” Jisung spoils to everyone, making you call out his name from the front seat. You asked to exchanged seats with Chan after loading the boxes at the back of the car so you can have a run through of the food and drinks. Throughout the whole ride, he’s been hell-bent on exposing you.

“Then it’s counterproductive to buy those hard drinks.”

“Who says I’m sharing them?” You chuckle. You didn’t expect that anyone but Jisung would notice that you bought smaller drinks for yourself.

Then the car is quiet for a while sans the music playing from Jisung’s phone which you immediately recognized as one of the playlists 3racha played on a broadcast before.

When you get stuck in temporary traffic on the last intersection before the venue, you then turn to Minho. “Minho, aren’t you afraid of heights? Is 4 floors okay?”

Glancing at Minho for a response, he nods while still looking at the road. “The place’s really nice in person. I went with Seungmin yesterday.”

“If you say it’s nice then I’d probably feel guilty of letting people trash the place this weekend.” Because it’s true, if Lee Minho calls something nice or pretty, it’s really really nice or pretty.

“It’s really spacious so you don’t have to stare at the ground below all the time, lots of picnic chairs and tables with the big-ass umbrellas, fairy lights, and a sound system when people want to karaoke or need mics.”

“Ah, yes, very much of Seungmin’s aesthetic.”

“I’d like to be acknowledged too, thank you.” Changbin says from your rear view mirror view.

“Thank you Changbin.” You tease him with a laugh. “What did you like about the place?”

And before Changbin could even answer seriously, the rest of the car answers in chorus, “There are lots of glitter and foil decorations.” before breaking into laughter.

“There are beach props too! There’s fake grass and everything so it looks cheerful!” Changbin defends but to no avail because you only end up laughing. “Seungmin didn’t like it but I insisted that we borrow it for the party.”

You arrive at the building afterward, handing the alcohol to the staff on their 3rd floor office and finalizing the food you’re going to have on the party.

“We’ll see you on Saturday night, then?” The owner of the building confirms once you’ve covered all the inquiries you have.

Chan nods. “Me and the guy who booked the place, Seungmin, will be here first on Saturday night around 6 PM.”

“What are you doing at 6 PM that you have to be late on Saturday?” Jisung whispers next to you, diverting your attention from looking at the view next to you to him as he looks at you expectantly.

“Cramming a poster while waiting for a club meeting.” You frown. “Not everyone had their school day on Friday.”

“Can’t you skip?”

“Hm? Why?” You nudge his shoulder, as if trying to take out the pouty expression he wears on his face. “I told you I’m carpooling with Minho on that day so it’s fine.”

“But stiiill. I won’t save your alcohol.”

“No need, I already asked Seungmin to do it...and even asked Felix to watch you before I get here.”

“What did you bribe those two with?”

“Tickets to Lotte world.”

Jisung narrows his eyes at you but he’s thoroughly impressed. “You’re too smart.”

“I have to outsmart you somehow when it comes to doing something stupid.” You shrug with a chuckle. “Plus, traffic’s really heavy on Saturday since everyone’s going home that day.”

“You really should just ditch club.” He shrugs. “It’s the last day anyway.”

“I can’t, dumbass, that’s part of my grade. Really, it’s fine, at least I’m with Minho on that day so we can be late together.”

Before Jisung could argue further, however, Lia approaches the two of you. “Ready to go, guys?”

four - a rooftop party

Sometimes, you hate it when Jisung is right. Turns out, the meeting you had for your club was relatively pointless and could’ve just been discussed over e-mail or your club groupchat. Still, it ended at around 9:15 PM because most of your club mates arrived later than the 7:35 PM you agreed on and the stubborn president didn’t want to start the meeting until everyone was there.

Still, you passed your posters (which you definitely crammed at the school library prior) and made a lot of suggestions during the meeting which felt rewarding enough to make up for the frustrations you can’t vocally tell your seniors over causing a lot of inconveniences to your meeting. Just think that’s going to be you in a few years, Y/N, so try to understand, you think to yourself as you return to an empty dorm. Ryujin already informed you over text that she and Lia already left with Yeji to pick up Chaeryeong from her university.

“Now, for costume.” You mumble under your breath, heading straight to your room.

After much thought on which black clothes to wear, you got dressed quickly to attend to your make-up faster. Since you’re a vampire again like last year, you have to put in more effort on your hair and make-up—you’re definitely not winning best costume but at least you look decent (and definitely not wearing the same clothes from last year) for the endless pictures Hyunjin’s going to take of everyone later.

When you’re already halfway to your make-up, Minho decides on spamming you, your phone lighting up and displaying 9:58 PM. Shit.

minho: here!!!

minho: traffic still heavy

minho: chan asked for reinforcements btw

minho: so were stopping at d mart

minho: pls don’t tell me ur putting make-up blood on ur face [sent 10:03 PM]

You groan, typing a quick “i am” reply to his last message before quickly finishing your make-up and heading out.

y/n: ok otw [sent 10:06 PM]

You quickly spot Minho’s car right outside of your dorm, his tinted windows rolling down as you approach. Opening the car, your eyes widen in brief surprise before crinkling into a laugh as you get in and close the door. “W-what the...what the fuck, Minho?”

“Don’t.” He holds a threatening finger up in front of your face, putting his hand back on the steering wheel as you drive away from your dorm. But even he stifles from his own laughter. “The kids asked that we buy 10 more bottles of the whiskey Chan picked out since Hyunjin made cocktails with it and a lot of people want more.”

“W—wh...sorry, it’s just that I can’t concentrate when you’re looking like this.” You end up laughing for the rest of your first 2 minutes inside the car and almost forgetting what you were going to ask.

This year, Minho is a Korean traditional woman for Halloween.

“So,” You start when you’ve recovered, holding a hand to your chest to steady your breathing. “So, are you going out to the mart or do I have to sacrifice myself?”

“You can air drop the pic of the whiskey brand on your phone.” He answers.

You sigh, putting on a jacket you find on the back seat to cover your exposed torso for when you go out to the supermarket.

At the supermarket, people only gave you brief stares because of the fake blood dripping from your chin to your collarbones before their attentions turned to another person (probably from another Halloween party) dressed as a literal YouTube video picking up snacks. Though you’re relieved, you made your exit quick after your purchase, pushing the cart as fast as you can to the nearby parking spot Minho’s car occupied, because your phone suddenly started ringing from consecutive messages from Jisung, of all people.

jisung: y/n where r uuuu

jisung: party started at 6! 6!

jisung: seungmin playing truth or drink

jisung: changbin singing at karaoke

jisung: also i drank ur mules

jisung: n ur peach sojus

jisung: but i shared w felix! [sent 10:25 PM]

You sigh, particularly at reading the last message after successfully loading your box of whiskey at the back of the car. You were too hopeful trusting even Seungmin and Felix.

y/n: otw w minho [sent 10:25 PM]

“Jisung’s really drunk again.” You inform Minho once you’re on the road again. “I can’t even trust Seungmin or Felix now.”

“Well, you’ll have to keep texting him because the traffic going to Itaewon doesn’t seem to be moving.” Minho sighs. “You know he’ll sleep dehydrated if he’s that bored by himself to text you.”

You groan. “No shortcuts?”

“Even the shortcuts are flooded. I swear, everyone’s travelling home or partying tonight.”

You lean back on your seat, taking a few deep breaths. If there’s anyone that shouldn’t be left alone at a party, it’s one Han Jisung.

At the party, Jisung sits at the bar, accompanying Hyunjin as he re-discovers his drunken talent of mixing cocktails. He scrolls through his phone absentmindedly with the occasional sips of the peach soju he’s been struggling to finish for 20 minutes now, having no motivation to join Changbin and Felix at the karaoke or Chan, Jeongin, and Seungmin playing more drinking games with most of the guests.

“Jisung, you’re sulking.” Hyunjin points out as he gives another guest his new cocktail recipe.

“No, I’m not.” Jisung frowns and hiccups through his big horse mask even when the older boy can’t actually see.

“You’ve been in there for the past 20 minutes.” Hyunjin knocks on Jisung’s horse mask for emphasis. He’s no better, actually, dressing up as a big giraffe head since Felix decided to be the Joker this year. “Literally the last time I saw your face, you were texting Y/N.”

“Y/NNNN! Why aren’t Y/N and Minho here yet? I want to see Y/NNNNN!”

“Well, it’s traffic out.” At the very end of the bar, Hyunjin can see the heavy traffic below. “Everyone’s going home or eating out tonight.”

“But I want Y/NNN!” Jisung is fumbling around now, narrowly missing his bottle of peach soju since the horse mask doesn’t have a good view from the weird eyes. “Where is Y/N?”

Though his friend is incredibly drunk now, the tipsy Hyunjin still tries to keep a decent conversation so Jisung doesn’t accidentally fall asleep on his mask again. “You saw each other a lot the past weeks, though? Unlike when it’s a regular school week and you barely reply to them on chat.”

“But that’s because I’m not as busy then as I was this semester.” Jisung manages to slur after a while before momentarily taking his horse mask off just enough for him to take a long sip of his peach soju with a metal straw he found somewhere in his backpack a while ago. “I miss Y/N when I’m busy.”

“What about when you’re not busy?” “I also miss them when I’m busy.”

Hyunjin sighs. “Just say you have a crush on them and go.”

And he’s not sure if Jisung actually heard him but the boy replies with a muffled sigh. “Having a crush from people in different universities is hard!”

You open your phone to check the time, the twelfth time you’ve done so in the past hour since you’ve been stuck in the now moving traffic. Eleven-twenty PM on the dot, the party could either be still in full swing with everyone drunk off their asses or dying down with everyone drunk off their asses—either way, most of the liquor are probably gone now (even the one you asked Seungmin to guard for you) and the reinforcement’s probably not a good idea already. Next to you, Minho sighs, “Not that it’s annoying but you keep checking your phone and frowning every time you do. It’s scary, especially since you look more like a depressed vampire than a slutty one.”

“Thanks, Minho.” You roll your yes, closing your phone and putting it down on your lap.

“You’re really that excited much to see your boyfriend?”

You glare daggers through his side profile. “He’s not my boyfriend and I’m more worried than excited because he’s really bad at drinking. Remember last year—”

“It wasn’t that b—”

“Minho, he was crying because he thought his mask was stuck on his head.”

“But—” “He also tried drinking soju while crying and wearing his mask.”

Knowing he’s on the losing side of the argument, Minho waves his hand dismissively, eyes still on the road. The traffic’s moving steady now. “Anyway, there’s 50 people there someone has to be sober-ish somehow.”

“Uh huh, sure, someone is.” You reply dryly. Though this party has a larger attendance list than your friend group’s usual hangouts since it’s your annual Halloween party, you can’t help but remain distrustful. Your friends aka the worst drunks ever are hosting, for God’s sake.

“Why don’t you text someone so you’d feel less nervous?” Minho suggests after a while.

And this time, you actually listen to him and open your phone again, opting to text Chan.

y/n: y’all still alive?

y/n: we’re about to turn right to the venue [sent 11:28 PM]

chan: shit’s lit!!!!!!

“Yup, even Chan’s drunk.” You conclude, closing your phone as Minho pulls up to the building. Minho sighs for probably the nth time tonight, exiting the car when you do. “Come on, ahjumma, we’re checking if our friends are still alive.”

Arriving at the party by the service elevator the staff kindly showed you, you almost kicked the box of whiskey bottles you placed on the ground in surprise once the doors opened and Chan greeted you dressed as a clown. “Finally, you’ve arrived!” He exclaims through his semi-faded white make-up and red nose, completely ignoring the way you just had the shock of your life. “Here, let me help you with the whiskey.”

You recover quickly, helping Minho and Chan lift the box to the nearby bar where Hyunjin is still busy mixing drinks. “Chan, why are you dressed as a clown?”

“Twitter poll.” He answers nonchalantly. “You should see Jeongin, he’s a life-size bread.”

Carefully setting the box on the ground for Hyunjin (who is more than grateful that the whiskey finally arrived), your expression returns to that of concern. “So, where’s Jisung?”

“Oh, he said he was going to take pictures by the railings with the good view.” Hyunjin shrugs. Panic sets on your face. “Don’t worry! There’s like a lot of people there right now! And I gave him water a while ago!”

You swip a bottle of peach soju and a bottle of water you saw hidden expertly under the counter from your view on the ground, sighing. “I swear to God, you guys are the worst hosts ever.”

And so you set out to find Jisung amidst the most random crowd of costumes ever. You spot Changbin dressed as Kim Shin and a Joker Felix still competing for higher scores on the karaoke and passed by baguette Jeongin and sunflower Seungmin who are now hosting a very drunken Whisper Challenge with your seniors, Younghyun who wears a big report card on his neck, Jae who’s dressed in Chicken Little’s clothes, Snow White Sana, and a pirate Jeongyeon.

If it’s any consolation, at least people dressed up better this year compared to last year.

“Ryujin, have you seen Jisung?” You near the viewing area on the other side of the rooftop where the light gets progressively fewer.

“He’s over there.” Your roommate points to an empty area with only a few tables and outdoor lights.

“Where?”

“Oh, he’s laying down somewhere. He’s still wearing the horse mask if that helps.”

“Thank you!” You part ways as you open your phone, turning on the flashlight to find Jisung.

From your area of the rooftop, the EDM music Chan mixed for this party already sounds faint and the traffic below sounds louder. You point your flashlight on the ground but also look ahead for any shadow of a horse mask.

“Han Jisung.” You call for him in a loud whisper, in case he fell asleep since he’s sound-sensitive when drunk. “Yah, I swear to God, we’re not hosting another party again if you’re dead somewhere.”

You repeat this a few times, changing baseless threats in hopes that it alerts him, until you find him raising a hand up in the air. “Here.” He responds tiredly to you, his voice not muffled by a mask this time as he’s long set it down next to him. He spots you immediately, illuminated by the garden lights. “You look pretty.”

“Thanks?” You approach carefully, pointing your flashlight away from his face and kneeling beside him. “Why are you laying down on the ground?”

You contemplate on laying down next to him but then you remember that you left your jacket in Minho’s car at the thought that the denim doesn’t go with your all-black ensemble. The bare floor’s already cold on your bare legs, how much more on your exposed back? “Anyway, drink this water later.”

But Jisung seems to ignore you, pushing you gently away by your arm. “I’m looking at the stars, Y/N, move over.” He groans. “Turn the light off too.”

You scoff. “You can’t see the stars—” But as you look up at the purple night sky, you see countless of twinkling stars. Caught off guard, you turn your light off. “—here. Oh.”

“Do you want to lay down?” When you turn to look back down at Jisung, he’s already sitting up slowly. Moving away a little so that you’re not in his way, he then takes his jacket off and places it on the ground. “You can use my jacket. It’s fine.”

You hand him your water bottle and place your peach soju next to his horse mask. “Sure...” Reluctantly, you lay down on Jisung’s jacket.

Jisung chugs down half of the water before laying down again, next to you this time.

“Aren’t you cold?” You ask, sparing a glance in his direction as you do so. Jisung only shakes his head.

“I thought you’d never come.” He pouts, still looking at the stars. He’s slowly sobering up now, making it harder to look at you in the eye.

“Traffic.” You heave a long sigh. “Hyunjin also made Minho and I buy extra drinks.”

It’s silent for a moment, you glance at Jisung for the second time to check if he’s fallen asleep again but you see a very concentrated expression on his face as he looks at the stars. “Are you still drunk?” You shake his arm, immediately getting his attention.

“Do you like Minho?” He suddenly blurts out, catching you off-guard. What makes matters worse is that he didn’t even spare you a glance while.

“What?!” You exclaim. At this point, you just regret not drinking your peach soju before joining him.

“Do you like him? Like like-like as in...hold on, the word like’s getting too redundant here...” In the darkness, Jisung turns beet red the more he looks away from you, not even realizing that you’re equally flushed from trying to hold in your laughter.

Where is this going? You can only think to yourself as he was rambling.

“Jisung, I only like Minho when he offers carpool and free drinks when we hang out.” You sit up this time, extending your hand out past him to your soju bottle. You’re definitely drinking to this unusual conversation. “Why did you suddenly think I like him?"

You don’t remember doing anything with Minho that would make Jisung think this way.

Leaning even more towards Jisung’s direction, you see a faint glimpse of his embarrassed expression—his hand covering his eyes as he curses under his breath. You drink a little bit more of your peach soju before nudging him with the bottom of the bottle. “What made you say that?”

“No.” He replies as calmly as he can, hand still covering his face. At that moment, he wishes he could put the horse mask back on quickly so he can run away while hiding his face.

You try prying his hand away but to no avail. He looks at you on his own accord a moment later but even then he doesn’t hold eye contact for long.

“It’s silly, just the soju.” He waves his hand dismissively. “Can you lay down again so I don’t have you see your face? Not that the make-up is bad, it’s just really embarrassing when you’re looking down on me like this.”

You chuckle, amused, but comply eventually when you’ve had enough of your soju. Instead of looking up at the stars, however, you turn your body to the side so you’re facing Jisung this time.

“Yah—”

“You said lay down again, I’m laying down.” You tease in between laughs. “Are you seriously not looking at me in the eye?”

“No!” He whispers loudly in a dramatic fashion, taking his horse mask and balancing it on his face to hide from you.

You shrug, flicking his horse mask away easily. “Why are you so embarrassed? Best friends talk about this all the time, it’s normal.” You shrug as you say this next, trying to act nonchalant about it as possible. Internally, you’re still processing where this conversation could go. “I’m just wondering how you came to that conclusion? It sounds weird and gross: Minho and I, I mean.”

Jisung only looks at you quietly for the next 2 minutes, clearly contemplating. “It’s just...” He starts and you hold your breath, realizing that your faces are really close when he turns his head to your side. “Seriously, it’s silly!”

You shrug, as nonchalantly as you can seem. “I want to know, it’s n—”

“Ilikeyou.”

“Hm?” You feel lightheaded, and you definitely feel like you need to pee. Soju works fast that way.

“I like you...” He says, slower and trailing off this time. He thinks you didn’t notice but you caught the way he glanced briefly down at your lips before going back up to your eyes. “Like really really like you; but we’re always running on different schedules since we entered college and we’ve only ever hung out when my deadlines aren’t heavy enough to make you feel guilty to come over until recently.”

“...Is that why you’ve been asking to hang out more this semester?” Jisung nods at the simple question. “You wanted to see me that much?”

“Well, don’t get too cocky now.” He chuckles nervously. Suddenly, he’s overthinking everything, trying to pick apart any hint from the tone of your voice. “Because this would be really really awkward and embarrassing if you keep acting like that then turn me down later.”

Your heart skips a few beat, you’re sure it’s Jisung now and not the soju kicking in. “Who said...who said anything about me turning you down?”

Jisung’s thoughts malfunction at this. Suddenly, he’s taking too slow to process anything again. You roll your eyes at this. “Do I have to say it?”

“...yes?”

You scrunch up your face in distaste but Jisung doesn’t laugh, making you sigh. “Fuck it, fine.” You take a deep breath, slowly following your words with, “I like you too, Jisung.”

You look at him expectantly and he returns your gaze with one of disbelief. “R-really?”

“I just said it, didn’t I?” You flick his forehead.

“Can I—”

He leans forward but you stop him with a hand in between the two of you. “You smell like alcohol.” You whine, pushing him away slightly.

“But we’re in the dark, under the stars, sorta drunk at a Halloween party; naturally, the next thing that follows is—”

“Ew, Jisung, gross!” You push him away completely but he only resists, managing to hug you with one arm.

“You can say that all you want but you already said that you like me too.” Slowly, he gains his confidence back which only just makes you squirm more.

“Yeah, but you said it first.” You give up from squirming in his grip, realizing that it’s warmer than letting your torso be exposed to the cold for another second. “If anything, I actually have the upper hand here.”

He shrugs. “So? I actually like saying it. I like you, I like you, I like you...” You open your mouth slightly to comment but he takes this as an opportunity to press a long kiss to your lips. “I like you. There.”

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Temptation - S1 (Intro Part 4)

Where Maddie and Lila are the managers for the idol group Stray Kids with a twist - all eight members are sexy, dangerous Incubi

Group: Stray Kids (With Special Guest Appearances From Got7!)

Pairing: Each SKZ Member/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Lila and Maddie)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sexual Content (a LOT of sexual content-please don't read if this makes you uncomfortable), Sex with multiple members (at separate times), Sex-to-survive (Incubi/Succubi), Desperation, Oral Sex (M-Given/F-Given), Language, Supernatural Love, Excessive Drinking, Crack Fic, Age Difference, Slight OOC, Slight Angst, Slight Love Triangle

Word Count: 4,505

Main Masterlist | Stray Kids Masterlist

COMPLETE

Intro Part 3 | Intro Part 4 | 1

Lila immediately recognized the first one- Felix, the sunshiney one in her group- with Changbin following behind him, a much sillier demeanor about him than what they’d seen in his picture.

“Alright, this is Felix and Changbin,” Bam introduced them just as the two incubi sat in the chairs across from the girls. “Guys, this is Maddie and Lila.”

Maddie could tell they weren’t the strongest incubi, but there was a certain glow about them that told her they weren’t all the way human either, their good looks, perfect skin, and relaxed demeanors giving them a supernatural aura.

Changbin leaned forward a little in his seat, smiling somewhat flirtily at both of them.

“Hello,” he said simply. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” Felix was smiling too and Lila thought she might die; how could an incubus be so cute? “Yeah, it’s good to finally meet you.”

He was bowing, and Changbin glanced over before doing the same, lifting quickly and grinning at Maddie.

“You won’t have to worry about me at all,” he told her confidently, leaning back in his seat. “I’m the most mature one in your group.”

Maddie was amused, her eyes wandering up and down his figure curiously- she could tell he was an incubus, there was something alluring about him despite the bravado- but while he was the oldest in her group, something made her doubt he was the most mature.

“Really?” she replied playfully, sorting through her stack of profiles and pulling his out. “Well that’s good to know.”

“The only thing you’ll need to worry about is how many girls I bring in-”

Felix laughed loudly, whacking Changbin playfully over the head, the man putting his hands up quickly.

“I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding-”

“If you guys need help with anything let me know,” Felix’s voice was deep as he spoke, contradicting his soft appearance as his eyes lingered on Lila’s. “I know our schedules can be a bit hectic; we’re just happy to have you guys.”

“Thank you Felix,” Lila felt very grateful she’d gotten him in her group, and his smile brightened a little. “I appreciate it.”

“Oh it says you’re the lead dancer and a rapper?” Lila looked up from the paper, smiling again at the man.

“Your voice is so deep!” Maddie commented excitedly. “I bet you sound badass.”

“Oh no,” Felix was blushing a little as he shook his head quickly, immediately pointing to the man beside him. “Changbin’s the cool one; you should hear him. He produces a lot of the songs, too.”

“Oh yeah, it says rapper and producer,” Maddie read from her own profile before glancing at the man. “So you’re the cool one and the mature one?”

It was surprisingly easy to feel comfortable around Changbin, even despite the fact that they’d just met and Maddie wondered if that was his incubus power; making people comfortable.

“I mean…” he seemed somewhat shy, but he was smiling proudly, shrugging a little.

“So, you produce with…” Maddie couldn’t remember the name, turning to Lila. “What’s your level three’s name?”

“Chan,” the younger replied instantly.

“Right,” Maddie nodded, turning back to Changbin. “You and Chan make the music?”

“And Han-” the man turned to Lila with a mischievous grin. “You’ll have to watch out for him, he’s a troublemaker.”

Felix just laughed but didn’t deny it, so Lila thought there might be some truth to that.

Great, she thought bitterly.

“So you have a Munchlax pillow named Gyu you can’t sleep without,” Maddie asked with a raise of her eyebrows, glancing up from Changbin’s profile to look at him. “Good to know…”

Lila laughed a little and so did Felix, his cheeks going slightly pink when they made brief eye contact before he was turning to the other two once more.

“It’s for good luck!” Changbin insisted, looking embarrassed. “Without it, bad things happen to me.”

Maddie was still giggling as Lila skimmed Felix’s profile, stopping towards the bottom.

“You do taekwondo?” she asked the younger, watching him smile with a slight nod. “That’s pretty cool.”

“I mean, I did it mainly when I was younger,” he told her honestly. “It helps a lot with dancing though-”

The door to the office suddenly opened and Bam’s head was poking in again- when had he left?- smiling at the four of them.

“Ready for the next two?”

The two men instantly stood from their chairs, smiling again at the girls and bowing together.

“See you soon,” Changbin said to Maddie, and she wasn’t sure if his smile was always flirty or if he was doing it on purpose.

“Nice talking to you,” Felix said politely, grinning at Lila. “I guess we’ll be seeing each other later.”

Lila giggled, and they waved at the two before they exited the room, Bam letting them know he’d be sending the next incubi in a moment.

“I am so jealous you got Felix,” Maddie said the second the door shut.

“Changbin seems nice,” Lila said consolingly, glancing at his profile on the desk.

“I mean, yeah, but...” she laughed a little. “Something tells me he’s gonna be a pain in the-”

The door opened again and two more men walked in, their demeanors completely different from the first two.

Maddie knew who they were right away- Han Jisung, the one Changbin had just warned them about and Lee Minho, Lila’s other level three.

Both Lila’s, Maddie thought to herself, watching them sit down.

“This is Minho and Jisung-” Bam began.

“You can call me Han,” the younger interrupted, smiling charmingly at both of them. “It’s easier.”

Bam chuckled before continuing.

“This is Maddie and Lila.”

“Wow,” Han was a talker, Lila could already tell, in complete contrast to Minho, who hadn’t said a word since they’d both sat down. “I didn’t realize they were hiring such hot managers now-”

“Han!” Bam exclaimed in the background, the man covering his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing.

“Sorry, sorry-”

Han didn’t look sorry at all, his eyes darting to Maddie for a moment before moving to Lila, looking her obviously up and down.

“-but really, how old are you exactly?”

Minho moved for the first time, smiling slightly as he hit Han over the head rather hard, the younger yelping in protest.

“You don’t just ask women that kind of question.”

Lila could feel the slight heat in the air from their presence, but it increased a little when Minho leaned forward, smiling gently at the two of them.

“So you guys are young, right?” he asked casually, and if Maddie didn’t know before, she knew now that this guy was definitely a level three; he was weirdly mesmerizing to look at. “You have to be, because you're way too lovely to be in your forties like the other managers-”

“You’re saying the same thing-” Han protested, but Minho completely ignored him.

“I’m twenty eight,” Maddie pointed to herself, before motioning to Lila. “She’s twenty three.”

“Well, listen, you don’t have to worry about me,” Han reminded Lila of Changbin a little as he leaned back in his seat, smiling devilishly at her. “Might have to send multiple girls up to my room for the night, but-”

And Lila saw it for the first time in all her encounters with incubi this past week; the flicker of bright, neon purple that flashed across his eyes.

“I assure you, I can handle it.”

Maddie and Lila exchanged looks- so Changbin was definitely right to warn them.

“I’m just kidding guys, really,” Han was laughing a little, leaning his elbows on the desk.

“I think I’ll be fine without a manager, honestly,” Minho said matter-of-factly, shrugging as he looked at Lila. “I’ve been going this long without one so… you really don’t need to bother with me at all.”

She couldn’t tell if he was just independent or if he didn’t want a manager, Minho’s face completely unreadable as he started fixing his shirt, pulling his eyes from Lila’s.

“Okay…”

She felt slightly uncomfortable, glancing at Maddie who was still watching Han with amusement. Grabbing her papers, Lila started with the younger’s profile first, reading it over quickly.

“Okay Han, so you produce music with Changbin and Chan and you’re a rapper, too,” she said.

“Yep,” he replied proudly.

“And you…” she glanced up. “Like cheesecake?”

He legitimately laughed at that, shaking his thick hair out of his eyes before answering.

“Yeah,” he replied. “It’s my favorite.”

“Okay,” Lila was smiling, filing the information away for later- she would be doing some of the cooking after all.

Han was still looking at her, his eyes grazing up and down her figure again so boldly she felt her cheeks burn a little, hurriedly moving to Minho’s profile.

Maddie saw the whole thing, pressing her lips together to keep from laughing; Han was going to be a handful.

“Minho, you’re a dancer and a vocal-”

He nodded simply, eyes darting from his lap to meet hers.

“-and you were a backup dancer for BTS?”

He smiled just slightly, nodding again but not saying anything at all.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Han was leaning forward, resting his fingers gently on top of Lila’s hand.

“I really think you’re going to be great; I feel lucky to have you.”

Immediately, there was familiar warmth spreading up the length of her arm, and she raised her eyebrows in surprise, seeing the flicker of purple flash again across Han’s eyes.

“Okay-”

Minho leaned forward, grabbing Han’s shoulder and pulling him back, his hand slipping from Lila’s.

“-that’s enough flirting for you-”

The door to the office opened once more, and Bam’s eyes darted instantly to the guys.

“I’m sending the next ones in.”

They both stood from their chairs, Minho fixing his jeans before smiling politely at both of them, bowing once and moving towards the office door. Han lingered slightly, grinning as his eyes darted to Maddie for only a moment before stopping at Lila again.

“Nice to meet you.”

Then he winked, Maddie giggling before she could help it as Lila felt her cheeks warm again, Han turning on his heel and making his way out of the office.

Maddie’s giggles escalated to full on hysterics when the door closed, Lila laughing as well, still staring in Han’s direction in surprise.

“Holy crap,” Maddie said, wiping some tears from her eyes. “Wow, good luck with that Jisung guy, Lila, Changbin was right. Hey, but he was kind of hot though, did you see his hair-?”

“You know, I think incubi have super hearing,” Lila said calmly, watching the girl’s eyes widen in shock, smile dropping.

“Wait what?”

Lila snorted a little.

“Just kidding!”

“Dammit bestie!” Maddie giggled, going to shove her when the door opened again, two younger looking guys walking inside.

“I’ll just wait out here,” Bam was still standing in the doorway, pointing at each quickly. “Jeongin and Seungmin. Guys, that’s Maddie and Lila.”

Then he was shutting the door behind him, putting his phone to his ear, and Lila wondered if he was talking to Mr. Kim again.

Maddie didn’t know why Bam bothered with introductions when they had the profiles right in front of them; plus, there was no way she wouldn’t remember Jeongin.

Her just-turned-twenty level three.

She watched as they both sat down before bowing a little, waving and smiling politely.

“Hello,” Lila smiled kindly back at them.

“Hi,” Maddie waved back.

Seungmin was just as adorable as his profile picture had promised, with the subtle good looks of someone who clearly wasn’t human and an eagerness in his eyes that told Maddie he was much more excited to meet them than maybe some of the others had been.

Jeongin seemed shyer- quieter- but he was sitting in the chair right across from Maddie, and even though his expression was only politely attentive, there was an odd draw to him she could feel in the air between them.

She wondered if Lila could feel that, too.

“I’m happy to have a manager,” Seungmin spoke up first, grinning at Maddie. “It’ll be a lot easier to keep everything organized.”

Jeongin glanced at him, nodding in agreement before turning back to her; she wished he wouldn’t.

“If you need anything though, I can help,” Seungmin continued with a slight air of bossiness that amused both girls.

Lila saw Jeongin glance at Seungmin again, looking just as entertained as they were before his eyes were back on Maddie. The older seemed to notice this too, hurriedly digging through their files as if nervous, but Lila couldn’t exactly blame her; there was something oddly dangerous about Jeongin.

He was definitely a level three with seemingly less control over his aura than Minho seemed to have.

Or he’s not controlling it on purpose, the younger thought to herself.

“So… you’re both vocals,” Maddie read from her papers, glancing up for only a moment and smiling as they nodded together. “Okay…”

She was feeling a little jumpy- why was Jeongin so handsome? And why didn’t she feel that weird pull with Minho if he was a level three, too?

“You’re the cleanest in the group, Seungmin?” she started with him first, watching him chuckle a little before nodding.

“Yeah probably,” he admitted. “I just don’t like a lot of mess.”

Jeongin was nodding in agreement again before Maddie was getting to his profile.

“And Jeongin, you-”

He turned back to her and for the briefest of moments she thought she saw purple flash across his eyes, but no, that had to be a trick of the light-

“-you like all food but beans,” even despite the weird energy in the air, she giggled at this, making note if she ever cooked anything.

“Yeah,” he laughed too, glancing at his lap before looking at her again somewhat sheepishly.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied, wondering how he could look so innocent and yet…

“Ready?”

Bam had thrown the door open, seeming almost in a hurry as all four of them turned to look at him.

“Yeah,” Lila was nodding, glancing at Maddie for confirmation. “Just finished up, actually.”

Maddie was nodding too, and the guys got up together, smiling and waving once more.

“It was really nice to meet you,” Seungmin told her.

“Yeah,” Jeongin sounded shy again, but his eyes were not as they lingered on hers for a second. “We’ll see you soon.”

Then they were turning around and heading out the door, Lila glancing at Maddie as she stared after them, looking slightly worried.

“Well, Seungmin seems like he’s going to be really helpful,” Maddie said, stacking her profiles and feeling fidgety. “I guess I’ve got myself a little Felix after all…”

Lila giggled, thinking Seungmin seemed a little more know-it-all than Felix, but it was adorable, and she was glad her best friend had someone. But the other…

“Yeah but Jeongin…” she said carefully. “He seems a bit… dangerous.”

And Maddie knew she wasn’t saying he was scary; just that he was the strongest one they’d encountered so far, even if Minho was a level three.

“Yeah…” Maddie muttered, pulling out Hyunjin’s profile. “I know.”

Lila grimaced before the door was opening again and the last two incubi walked in, the air feeling immediately like it was sucked right from her lungs.

His picture, it hadn’t done Chan justice, so handsome it was hard for her to remain casual as both guys walked in the room, sitting down quickly, the older picking the chair directly across from her.

Maddie was having a difficult time keeping her mouth from hanging open as she stared openly at Hyunjin, like she had no control over her eyes at all, watching him sit gracefully into the chair across from her, only glancing in her direction for a second before fiddling with the bracelets on his wrist.

“Hello, I’m Chan.”

Chan was smiling brightly at both of them and leaning forward to rest his arms on the table, bringing him that much closer to Lila. She could feel her cheeks burning, the air surrounding him like nothing she’d experienced with anyone so far, not even that Jinyoung guy in their interview, a sort of static electricity about it that felt like if they were to touch, they just might shock one another.

“Hello,” Maddie replied right back, tearing her eyes from Hyunjin to smile at the man. “I’m Maddie.”

She realized Bam hadn’t even bothered to introduce anyone this time, but really, there was no need.

“Hi,” Lila’s voice was softer and weaker than she wanted it to be as she raised a single hand to wave. “Lila.”

Hyunjin glanced up again, his eyes flickering to Lila for a second before moving to Maddie, looking almost bored.

“Hyunjin,” he told them, voice polite and wave friendly, contradicting his demeanor before he was fiddling with his shirt next, crossing one leg over the other.

“I didn’t realize my manager was going to be so pretty.”

Maddie’s eyebrows raised in surprise, watching her best friend turn bright red at Chan’s words. She couldn’t understand how the man could say something so borderline corny and yet make it sound like such a natural compliment.

Must be a level three thing, she thought to herself.

“Thanks.”

Lila grabbed Chan’s profile for something to do with her hands, feeling almost shaky as her eyes quickly darted along the page.

“Okay, Chan, so-” she swallowed as he looked right at her, only locking eyes for a moment before her gaze was quickly moving to the paper again, stomach swooping. “-so you’re the leader. And… you do everything it looks like?”

Chan chuckled a little, seeming shy about it.

“I produce a lot of the music with Han and Changbin; they definitely help. I couldn’t do it without them.”

“Yeah, they told me,” Lila was nodding one too many times, surprised she could talk at all. “That’s really awesome that you do all that…”

Chan looked charmed, smiling again with just a hint of flirtation that had Lila’s heart skipping a beat, watching him shrug a little.

Maddie was glancing at Hyunjin again, an odd stutter in her chest because wow he was beautiful; like a work of art, and she’d never thought that about a person before. He seemed to sense her gaze, glancing up with a slightly raised eyebrow, freezing her in place when his eyes met hers before going right back to messing with the rings on his fingers.

He seemed… annoyed.

“Don’t worry about me too much when you’re doing all your management stuff,” Chan told Lila kindly. “I’ve been in the business for a while- nine years, actually- so I can really take care of myself; worry about the others.”

“Me too.”

It was the first time Hyunjin had spoken since he said his name, his eyes darting up to meet Maddie’s again as he continued.

“I really don’t need a manager at all…” Lila watched his gaze wander up and down Maddie’s face for a moment before speaking again. “Or emergency back-up. It’s fine.”

The older was temporarily speechless, not only from his wandering eyes, but the bold rudeness of his words.

It was different when Minho had said it- he just seemed independent- but Hyunjin…

Even past the intoxicating haze the man’s presence seemed to bring, she could also feel the coldness there; he did not want anything to do with her.

“Fine,” she said somewhat snippily, flicking the profile in her hand harder than necessary as she read it quickly. “So you’re a rapper and the lead dancer?”

Hyunjin nodded, and she didn’t wait for him to speak; she knew he wouldn’t anyway.

“And you…” her eyes darted along the page. “Don’t like vegetables?”

She raised her eyebrows in slight amusement at that; how old was he again?

“Nope,” he was still looking at her, but Maddie was bristling at the pure arrogance of his tone.

“Then how do you- I mean-” she chuckled a little, dropping the profile onto the desk. “-how are you supposed to get all your nutrients and stuff?”

Lila pressed her lips together, watching Hyunjin smile for the first time- a one-sided grin that she was sure would knock any girl off her feet, Maddie included, as he shifted in his chair.

“I have my ways.”

Maddie watched as his eyes turned distinctly purple for a half-second before he was adjusting his shirt, taking his gaze from hers and unfreezing her body, which had gone rigid at the look on his face.

Lila took pity on her best friend- things were getting slightly awkward- hurriedly glancing back at Chan’s paper.

“So Chan, you-”

But Chan- who’d been watching the exchange between Hyunjin and Maddie- had turned back to look at her, and Lila tripped over her own words, reading the first thing she saw on the page.

“-your hair is naturally curly?”

Maddie tried not to laugh, knowing there’s no way her best friend meant to read that out loud.

Chan did laugh, seeming completely entertained by Lila as he ran a quick hand through his hair.

“Yeah,” he replied, grinning at her. “The only one in the family, too. No idea how that happened…”

Lila was giggling and Maddie could see that smile again on Chan’s face- something slightly flirtatious that might kill her best friend at any moment.

But then she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye and Hyunjin was glancing at her again, quickly looking away as if he hadn’t meant to-

The door swung open rather quickly, making all of them jump as Bam hurried in the room, smiling apologetically.

“Sorry guys, time is moving fast, doesn’t it feel like?” he seemed slightly stressed, chuckling as he shook his head. “Anyway, the truck’s outside with all your things so you can start moving in-”

“Oh okay,” Chan was standing up quickly, Hyunjin following his lead. “Thanks Bam, we were pretty much done anyway.”

He grinned at both of them, eyes lingering on Lila’s, a jolt running through her system like electricity. Hyunjin waved, only looking at Maddie for a second before he was the first out the door.

“I’m gonna meet the truck driver,” Bam pointed over his shoulder, already backing towards the door. “Be right back.”

He left quickly, shutting the door behind him, and for a moment it was dead quiet, both girls taking a second to recover.

“We are so screwed,” Maddie said weakly, finally turning to look at Lila.

The younger started giggling, nodding in fervent agreement.

“Oh my gosh, I know-” there was an odd giddiness in her chest, even as the air began to clear, the incubi energy drifting from the room. “What the… no wonder Chan’s a level three, he’s just… he’s…”

But Maddie realized her best friend wasn’t going to come up with any words, and she couldn’t say she blamed her, watching her cheeks go tomato red.

“He was pretty amazing,” she agreed, laughing a little. “So charming… he probably has no issue getting girls. Or I guess… feeding partners.”

They exchanged a look at that, before Maddie was glaring at the door, eyebrows furrowing a little.

“He was a hell of a lot nicer than Hyunjin,” she said bitterly. “What the hell, dude? If he doesn’t want a manager so bad, why did he become an idol?”

“Um, they actually don’t have a choice, bestie,” Lila pointed out, smiling a little. “They have to be managed in some way according to law-”

“Okay, okay yeah, but… ugh,” the older ran a hand through her messy hair. “He’s annoying isn’t he? I don’t care how pretty he is, his bad attitude makes him undesirable, which is good ‘cause I’ve already got enough on my plate with Jeongin over there-”

Lila smiled to herself, thinking there was no way Hyunjin was undesirable, but understood where Maddie was coming from.

“-he was kind of rude, don’t you think?” she went on, glaring at the door angrily. “I mean, at least Minho was a little nicer about not wanting a manager, you know? Hyunjin was just- it was like he was all high-and-mighty about it. ‘Oh I don’t need a manager or emergency back-up’, yeah well, I didn’t want you either, Hyunjin, but here we are-”

Lila snorted with laughter just as Bam came bursting back through the door, slightly out of breath.

“Oh my god, sorry-” he moved to the chairs in front of the desk, picking the one in front of Maddie and collapsing into it with a grin. “-I’m so bad with time, didn’t even realize it’s been like, an hour-”

He glanced at the papers still scattered across the desk before looking between them.

“So, how did it go?” he asked brightly. “You guys doing alright? I know the level threes can be…”

He trailed off, and Lila thought of Chan again, shivering a little.

He was definitely going to be a problem.

“It was fine,” Maddie replied, still looking slightly irritated. “Most of them were pretty nice, actually.”

Bam nodded before getting up from his chair again, moving to grab the box of serums he'd set on the ground earlier. He lifted it up quickly and set it on the desk.

“Okay, so here’s all the serums, and the guys have a box with them as well in case they need it, like I said earlier,” he told them quickly. “Text me if you guys ever need more; I’ll ship them straight to this house.”

Maddie and Lila nodded together as Bam pushed the box to the side, pointing towards the slightly crumpled papers underneath.

“Oh whoops, sorry I’ll print you new ones-” he laughed a little, cringing a bit at the pages. “But those profiles have their individual schedules in them- you know, dance lessons, vocal coaching, things like that- so make sure you hold onto them...”

The man looked thoughtful, as if trying to make sure he’d said everything.

“Right, and once a month, I’ll be sending you the group schedules for everyone- they’ve got an album coming out next week actually- and that’ll tell you when they have interviews, performances, things like that.”

The girls nodded again, glancing at one another with identical expressions; they were nervous, yes, but also kind of excited.

It was a whole new world.

“So!” Bam clapped his hands together. “Any questions?”

Maddie looked over the wrinkled profiles while Lila’s eyes wandered to the feed-tracking charts before they were both looking at the man; to be honest, everything seemed pretty straightforward.

“I don’t think so,” Maddie said with a shake of her head, Lila nodding in agreement.

“Awesome. Well, you know where your rooms are, so you can start moving in whenever you’re ready,” he told them. “And honestly, I’m happy for you guys…”

Bam beamed at both of them, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I think this is going to be a really good fit.”

To Be Continued...

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foenixs · 3 years

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Skz as flower shop owners 😔💔

Skz as Flower Shop Owners

note: this ask was so soft and sweet and it made my heart bloom 😍🥺

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

no warnings because this is the softest soft to ever soft

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Bang Chan : the flirt

tells you you’re the prettiest flower to ever be in his shop

asks you for your name and proceeds to talk about the history and meaning of said name, picking out a flower that he thinks will fit your persona and style best

he’s good at reading people and always ends up with a list of phone numbers at the end of his shift

the bouquets of flowers he puts together are simple (in variety of colours and flowers), but very personal

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Minho : the unpexcted one

he once helped out at a flower shop during his summer holidays and tho no one expected him to like it he ended up opening his own store

listens intently to what his customers look for instead of talking a bunch himself

people are surprised to find out he’s the owner since he seems more like a temp, but he just smiles through it and sells the flowers above market value for the rude customers

ends up falling in love with the cute girl that comes by once a week to buy a bouquet of flowers for her mother, who is in the hospital

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Changbin : the dedicated one

makes the most aesthetically pleasing bouquets and starts blushing when customers compliment his skills

is shy but dedicated and blends out the childish comments teenage boys make when they walk past his shop

cares a lot about the interior design of his shop, he wants it to look bright and welcoming and keeps rearranging stuff to fit his ideal

gives courses on how to arrange flowers and always makes space for a new employee (wants to share his love for the craft with as many people as possible)

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Hyunjin : the flower

always has a flower in his hair that the first customer of the day gets to pick

unintentionally flirting with customers through his charming nature, but starts stumbling over his words when someone asks him on a date

has music playing through the speakers, according to the weather (calm songs on a rainy day, upbeat songs un a sunny day, etc.) and sways to the rhythm

always happy and smiling and the glimmer in his eyes makes his customers give him an extra large tip

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Jisung : the good spirit

COLOURS: his shop is the most colourful on the street and he mixes a variety of flowers from all over the world

has a summary about each flower taped to the buckets (his shop might as well be a museum)

strikes a conversation with the customer as if they were his best friend

if you are having a bad day just stop buy his shop and he’ll tell you a joke to lift your spirits, gifting the leftover flowers to you

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Felix : the artist

you can always find him at the back of the shop, decorating goodie bags (“I’ll be out in a sec” Is the sentence you are greeted with when entering the store)

has a notebook in which he draws designs for flower bouquets

hangs his framed poems and dried flower petals up on the walls (one day someone asks him if the art is up for sale and he realizes he can expand his business)

his shop is in a little village, but people from the big cities come to see him (he loves the quiet cottage core vibe)

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Seungmin : the heir

inherited the shop from his mother, who had inherited it from her parents

since it’s a family business, a lot of elderly customers come by the store, gushing about how grown up he already was and how glad they were that the store was in such good hands

he cares a lot about the personal bond with his customers and tries to lower the prices if he feels like they can’t afford his flowers, but they always tell him to leave it as it is, and he needn’t worry about them

sometimes the elders bring him cookies and tell him stories about the good old days, thanking him for lending them an ear

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Jeongin : the newcomer

constantly takes selfies with the flowers, posting them on his social media to support his shop

had his grand opening half a year ago but sells out every day in a couple of hours

has his brother helping him out with the finances while he is the face of the company

opens the door for you to welcome you in with a big smile and greets his regulars with their name (is good at remembering faces and makes his customers feel appreciated and heard)

masterlist

taglist: @vanillaknj, @mingiibabieee, @sub-hoshi-enthusiast, @soya-zz, @coeurbreak, @mellowriting, @submissive-bangtan

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itsapapisongo · 4 years

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FOR THE HOMIES | SKZ

Pairing: None, though you I don’t blame you if you spot any Ho-Yay moments.

Genre: Comedy | Crack Fic

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Felix loves to bake. The boys enjoy the “magic grass.” One thing leads to another and—well, you can guess the rest.

Notes:

This is inspired and totally based on a post by @hanstagrams; she deserves all the credit.

Though this is a fun little one-shot, this doesn’t reflect who the boys’ (Stray Kids’) are in real life. It’s a fictional portrayal of real people and thus not the real deal.

Keep in mind this is a) based on my own experience with the “magic grass” and edibles and that b) it’s for written for shits and giggles.

I kept the cast short, meaning it’s only Felix, Chan, Minho, and Jisung. Perhaps a follow-up one-shot might include the other boys—Changbin, Hyunjin, I.N., and Seungmi—because they, too, deserve to have fun.

CLING!

Felix, humming to a song he can’t name nor remember the lyrics to, calmly puts on an oven mitt and takes out the baking tray of recently baked brownies from their dorm’s small oven. Though the piece of equipment is old and ready to be replaced it still heats up and bakes like it’s a new model.

The strong yet smell of chocolate fudge permeates the kitchen and he can’t help but smile at it. It’s somehow therapeutic after a long night of dance practices or long days of promotion. Baking is Felix’s own little thing, a way to unwind and focus on something else entirely.

“What a master baker I am,” he says to no one in particular, smirking. “Five-star Michelin, baby.”

He looks at his pride and joy: an entire batch of chocolate fudge brownies, the perfect shade of brown sprinkled with the perfect amount of chocolate chips. He places the tray on the counter, leans in, and takes a whiff. Not only do they look amazing, they smell amazing too. Waving a hand over the tray in a circular motion, as though to keep the chocolatey scent all to himself, he chuckles. With a pep on his step and the catchy but unnamed tune still being hummed, Felix turns on the ball of his feet and crosses the kitchen from the counter to the refrigerator. He opens it, peruses its contents, then takes out four banana milks, balancing them with great care in two hands.

“For the homies,” he whispers, nodding to himself.

Felix pokes his head out the kitchen and sees his friends sitting on the ground, laughing and complaining, colorful cards flying from their hands onto a ground-level table. Bangchan laughs loudly, smacking Jisung’s knee as Minho cackles, doubling over, relishing in their friend’s awful luck. Apparently he’d been forced to pick up over eight cards.

“Yeah.” Felix finds himself smiling with crinkled eyes. “For the homies.”

The chocolatey fragrance still lingers in the kitchen, oddly soothing and tantalizing. It’s stronger than before, something else entirely harmoniously mixing in with the sweetness.

If only Felix knew what it truly was.

THEN, about an hour before . . .

“How the hell did you get that?”

Jisung asks this as his eyes widen at the paper bag Minho conceals in his hoodie’s pocket. He glances over his shoulder and sees Felix and Chan working on the brownie batter, talking amongst themselves in between chuckles and smacks on their shoulders. When Jisung looks back at his hyung, Minho stares back, impassive.

“I know people,” Minho retorts with a shrug.

A beat. Jisung looks over his shoulder, eyes toward the kitchen, then leans in real close.

“Can I meet them?” he whispers.

Minho glares, flicking Jisung’s forehead. “Definitely not,” the other says, scoffing. “You’ll scare them away.”

“C’mon, hyung.”

“Nope.”

“Pretty please?”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Pretty pretty please?”

“Add another pretty and I might consider it.”

“Pretty pretty pretty—”

Another flick to the forehead. Jisung blinks, eyes toward the ceiling, a blank expression in his face. He smacks his lips and nods, as though to say I deserved that.

Minho sports a devious smirk. “I said I’d consider it not that I’d agree.”

“You’re the worst.”

“And yet you keep coming to me for cuddles.” Minho wiggles his eyebrows. He glances past Jisung’s shoulder and catches a glimpse of Felix stirring something in a mixing bowl. “Call Chan over.”

“What for?” Jisung asks, looking back and forth between Minho and the kitchen. “He’s busy.”

“Just wave him over.”

“Wave who over?”

While Minho merely blinks, Jisung gives a startled jump as Chan stands behind him. He has brownie batter in the tip of his nose, his hands smudged with chocolate and butter. His blond-dyed hair has a blue highlight across his bangs and it’s held back underneath a black bandana. His arms are exposed thanks to a white sleeveless tee. Equally amused and confused, Chan looks between his friends and demands an answer by lifting his chin.

“Something on your minds, darlings?”

“He’s got the stuff,” says Jisung through gritted teeth, pointing a finger at Minho’s hoodie. “The stuff, y’know? The magic grass.”

Chan raises an eyebrow, stifling a chuckle as Jisung nods. Minho, on the other hand, glares at Jisung.

“Subtlety clearly isn’t your forte,” says Minho.

“A lot of things aren’t my forte,” Jisung replies, shrugging. “And I’m still standing.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Chan sing-songs, imitating Elton John’s lilt. He pats Jisung’s shoulder and leans on it. He sneaks a glance at the kitchen before turning his attention at Minho. “We’re doing this?”

Minho nods, tapping his hoodie’s pocket. “Oh we’re doing this.”

“Nice,” Jisung exclaims, fist-bumping Chan. His smile falters as he frowns. “What are we doing again?”

“Aish.”

“OI, Lix, need another pair of hands?”

Felix turns, stirring the batter with chopsticks and skillful ease. Chan joins in the kitchen, Minho close behind him. Jisung stands in the small corridor between the kitchen and the living room, eyes wide, his mouth slightly open. He looks like he’s both amused and nervous, though he quickly looks away and disappears from view.

“Sure,” Felix replies with a shrug. “The more the merrier.”

“What can I do?” Minho asks, surveying the mess in the kitchen.

Felix looks around then passes him the mixing bowl. “Whisk this,” he says, momentarily distracted. “Chan, I need more eggs.”

“Right on it, mate.”

Minho sits on the table and begins to whisk the batter. He glances over his shoulder every now and again and when he’s certain Felix is too distracted to pay him any attention, he extracts the paper bag from his hoodie; the contents are gently placed on the table and hidden in plane sight. Felix comes by, looks over his shoulder, offers a thumbs-up, but just as quickly moves away when Chan calls him over.

It only takes Minho a second to slip the special stuff in the batter.

AN hour later, which is to say now . . .

“They’re done!” Felix exclaims from the kitchen. “What are you guys up to?”

Gathered around a table, conspiratorially looking at each other, Chan, Minho, and Jisung hold cards in front of their faces. Chan smirks at Jisung who, due to a streak of bad luck and constant betrayal by his friends, holds more than twenty cards in his hand. Minho, having played his cards well, simply looks between them and scrutinizes his hand. If all goes according to plan, he’d be able to win in the next eight to nine moves.

“We’re playing UNO,” says Chan, stifling a fit of laughter. “Oops. I meant kicking Han’s arse at UNO.”

Jisung mumbles complaint under his breath, tilting his head in annoyance. “This isn’t fair,” he whines.

Minho wiggles his eyebrows, throwing a Reverse to play his hand yet again. “Life, in general, isn’t fair,” he chuckles and pats Jisung’s knee. “But we know this, don’t we?”

Jisung looks at the Skip recently placed on the table and pouts. “Aish.”

“Lix, c’mere!” Chan shouts, red in the face from laughter. “You’re missin’ out.”

“Be there in a second,” their baker friend replies, his voice echoing loudly into the living room.

“I think he’s tasting them,” Minho whispers, eyes glued to the kitchen. He chuckles then grimaces. “Aw shit.”

Chan nods, as though to convey something obvious. “The whole point is that he tastes them.”

“With us, not on his own.” Jisung pipes up, drawing a Wild Draw 4 and setting it on the table without looking. He does this while biting his lip and snorts, concealing a giggle by clearing his throat. “Chan, it’s your turn.”

“He’ll be fine.” Chan barely reacts to Jisung’s play and adds a Wild Draw 4 of his own. He turns to Minhow and whispers, “You didn’t go overboard, right?”

Minho shrugs. “Nothing we can’t handle.”

“It’s about whether or not we can handle it—”

“Felix has never touched the special grass.” Jisung points out. His eyes widen when Minho adds a Draw 2. “So it’s going to be like that, huh?”

“We’re keeping an eye on him.” Chan’s demeanor suddenly transitions from shits and giggles to team dad in the blink of an eye. “The moment we notice he’s not feeling well, we sober him the fuck up.”

“Deal.” Minho nods.

“Operation Sober Boy is officially a thing,” Jisung adds, smiling at having passed the burden of picking up twelve cards to Chan after drawing a Draw 2 of his own.

Chan nods, pouting with an impressed expression. “That’s a mouthful but I like it,” he compliments and smiles when he sees the cards. “Yeah, no, that’s not gonna happen.”

From his hand, Chan throws a Green Draw 2. Minho stares at it. Unfazed, he draws yet another Reverse and Blue Draw 2 and slowly turns to take in Jisung’s look of utter shock. The inevitable betrayal that comes with playing UNO lingers in the air.

“You gotta be shitting me.”

“We can do this all day, Han.”

“Are you still bullying poor Jisung?”

They all turn when they see Felix join them, baking tray in hand, his every step bringing forth a mouthwatering aroma. He looks at them and smiles, his eyes crinkled with joy and his freckles distinctively present. Jisung plays his hand, drawing the last Draw 2 in his deck, and groans when Chan rebuffs him with yet another Wild Card 4. Minho chortles and responds with a Draw 2 his own.

“Aish, are you two planning this? This is an ambush!”

Felix chuckles, shaking his head. “Cut Jisung a break.”

“It’s just a bit of fun.” Chan waves Felix over, tapping the empty space to his right. “And UNO is the perfect game to build character.”

“This is a massacre,” Jisung whimpers as he begins to draw twenty-four cards. He looks at Felix and pouts, feigning tears. “Look at how they massacre your boy.”

“Hate the game, not the player.” Minho shrugs and, before anyone can correct him, he smugly adds, “If you say it’s the other way around, you’re playing wrong.”

“Let’s go with that.” Felix shrugs and sets the tray on a corner of the table. He smiles proudly. “I reckon this is my best batch yet.”

“It sure smells nice,” says Chan, his voice high-pitched. In the thickest Australian accent he can speak in, he whispers, “Chocolatey.”

“It sure does!” Minho agrees, the faint echo of laughter in his voice.

“Give me an eternity,” Jisung says, still counting cards. “I’m gonna be at this for a while.”

“Let’s eat!” Chan claps and rubs his hands together.

“Not yet, not yet.” Minho reaches out and gently gets a hold of Chan’s wrist. He looks at Jisung with mischief in his eyes. “I’m enjoying this.”

WHEN Felix said it’d been his best batch yet, the young idol and part-time baker hadn’t been wrong.

But while the boys divided an entire brownie between each other, aware that one for each of them would be a tad much, Felix, on the other hand, had an entire brownie by himself. The boys hadn’t noticed until Jisung pointed it out. Apparently Felix had been taking bites from it way before he joined them, which meant he’d started in the kitchen and finished eating it when he joined them in the living room.

The UNO cards have been put away—Minho won, leaving Jisung with forty-nine cards in his hand—and they sit in a circle, eating brownies and giving each other shit. The TV is on, though mostly for background noise, and Chan, in his infinite wisdom, makes a playlist to both set a mood and for future sessions.

Though he looks focused on the songs he’s picking, Chan is trying not to look worried or shocked. Every now and again, he glances at Felix with a worried glint in his eyes. Minho, anticipating what is soon to ensue, carefully watches Felix, smiling that smug smile of his that indicates he knows something his friend doesn’t. And then there’s Jisung, who openly stares at Felix bug-eyed, making obvious comments about the special stuff in the brownies and sporadically chuckling to himself.

Felix, for better or worse, hasn’t noticed any of this. He drinks his banana milk and carries a conversation about baking with Minho, explaining how he made the batch; he’s aware to not pat himself on the back too hard because, as much as he loves baking, he’s still a relative newbie to the whole thing. Minho nods and adds a thing or two but overall simply scrutinizes his friend’s body language.

Having an entire brownie is a recipe for a ripe high.

And just as he gives the final details, Felix feels it.

“So you just leave it for about thirty-five minutes and—” Felix zones out, his eyes widening. He blinks and blinks and blinks until he slowly turns to look upward, eyes fixed on the ceiling. His entire body relaxes to the point where he leans on his hands and stretches. “Crikey.”

Minho smirks and points at him while Jisung leans in and waves a hand over Felix’s eyes.

Chan, on the other hand, claps and sings an improvised song:

Hey hey, ho ho

Felix had some of the special dough

“Wh—what?” Felix asks, his eyes heavy. “Who’s a hoe?”

“He is,” Jisung absentmindedly replies, pointing a finger at Minho without looking. “A big one.”

Minho glares and works his jaw. “Dumb prick says what?”

Jisung is about to reply but Felix beat him to it: “What?”

Minho and Jisung exchange a glance and smile as Chan leans forward and gets Felix’s attention.

“How you feelin’, mate?”

“Loose.” Felix shakes his head. Though the gesture is gentle, to him it feels like the heaviest and slowest movement in the world. His eyesight is blurry then clears and everything seems to move in a different frequency and is presented in a strange, one-of-a-kind filter. “Very, very, very loose.”

“How are the brownies?” Jisung asks, giggling.

“They’re—have I ever mentioned how pretty you are, Minho?”

“Once or twice.” Minho winks. “But do go on.”

“See? He’s a hoe.”

“Yah!”

“But you’re my hoe.”

“You little—” Minho motions to punch Jisung’s knee but relents when Jisung blows him a kiss. He scrunches up his face in a mocking face. When Jisung looks away and lets Felix lean on him, Minho softens and can’t help but smile. “Lix, you look like you could use something to drink.”

Felix nods, giggling. “I’d love something to drink.”

Chan looks at his friend’s hand and sees the half-drunk banana milk there. He pretends to hand it over to Felix then shakes his wrist a bit. “There you are, Lix,” he says.

“Heol!” Felix’s eyes widen and he giggles a bit more, a high-pitch sound of pure joy. “You’re pretty fast there, Chan-Chan Man.”

“Sure am.” Chan snaps his fingers, motions finger-guns.

Felix smacks his lips, nods to himself. “This is definitely my best batch.”

“Does it have a name?” Jisung asks, genuinely curious.

“Super Duper Brownies!”

Minho snorts, choking on his banana milk. “Come again?”

“I would need to be hard for that to happen.” Felix giggles. “I can’t come without—”

Chan chokes on the small brownie piece he’s eating. Jisung scoffs, a hand over his mouth to cover his laughter. Minho, on the other hand, rolls his eyes in that way a diva does after hearing the lamest pick up line of the century.

“Whoa, buddy, pal, mate, easy there on the dirty talk.” Chan pats his chest then shakes Felix’s leg.

“What’s the taboo? Sex is sex is sex.”

“Shit.” Minho raises an eyebrow, amused. “He gets all philosophical when he’s high.”

“High? Who’s high?”

The boys look at each other then back at Felix. “You are,” they chorus, apprehensive amusement laced in their voices.

“Come again?” Felix leans forward, groggily blinking. “Did you just say I’m high?”

They nod.

“I haven’t smoked any magic grass.”

“Hey!” Jisung raises his hand, waiting for a high-five. “I call it that too.”

Felix absentmindedly high-fives Jisung. “You haven’t smoked any of it either. Dunno what you’re on about.”

“That’s because we didn’t smoke it.” Chan replies sheepishly.

“We ate it,” says Minho, lifting his chin and pointing at the baking tray with his eyes. “And you ate an entire brownie by yourself. You’ll be pretty fine and dandy for a while.”

“You—what—huh?” Felix blinks and scratches his head. The sensation is both new and familiar, feeling soothing to this touch. “Did you put some magic grass on the batter?”

“Not exactly magic grass.” Minho smiles with that mischievous glint in his eye. “Super duper special butter.”

“Butter?” Felix asks, but he says it in english so his Australian accent comes off very thick. It sounds like buttah instead of butter. “I think you put too much of that buttah.”

Minho nods, grimacing for a fraction of a second. “I might have gone overboard, yes.”

“Why do you say that?” Jisung looks worried.

The question is answered as Minho blinks and nods to himself, lips puckered. His eyes look glazed over as he begins to giggle. The giggle becomes a modest chuckle then hysterical laughter. Minho’s laughter is echoed and matched by Felix’s, a contagious fit of guffawing that is hard to contain. Chan and Jisung exchange a glance then look at their friends.

“It hasn’t hit me yet.” Chan raises his eyebrows and shrugs. His head suddenly feels heavy, sort of forcing him to lie down. “Wait—shit-fuck—I spoke too soon.”

Jisung chortles, shaking his way to show disappointment. “You’re weak, fellas,” he says, reaching for half a brownie. “You don’t have what it takes.”

“Han, sing us a song,” Minho requests, fighting a fit of giggles. “Can you sing opera?”

“I can certainly try,” Jisung retorts, his mouth full.

“Do or do not,” Felix chimes in, his voice high-pitched. “There is no try.”

“Hey hey, ho ho—” Chan sings, his voice cracking.

“—Felix’s Yoda, yo!” Minho finishes, snapping his fingers to a beat that is only in his head.

“Shit.”

Chan, Felix, and Minho turn to Jisung. He’s mid-munch and he looks lost in thought.

“Something in your mind, darling?” Minho asks, dragging himself toward Jisung. “Do you feel relaxed?”

“What was that about us being weak?” Chan raises an accusatory eyebrow before chortling. “You drongo, you.”

Jisung perks up. “Bongos? Where?”

Minho rubs his forehead. “This is going to be a long night.”

“Chill out, we have brownies.” Felix reaches for the baking tray, picking a bigger brownie than he expected. “We’ll be coolio.”

“Did he say ‘coolio’?” Chan asks through gritted, covering his mouth with his hand though exposing his mouth to Felix and not Minho.

“I can read your lips,” whispers Felix.

“Shit.”

“Language.” Minho snaps. “For fuck’s sake.”

Jisung snorts. “What an example you’re setting for all of us.”

“A terrible one.” Chan giggles, his eyes crinkled. Smoking grass every now and again was fun but eating it was another thing altogether. “We gotta thank Lix for this batch, though. If I had stars to give, I’d gladly give you the whole damn night sky.”

“Bro,” Felix whispers, his voice deeper than the Mariana Trench.

“Bro,” Chan whispers back, tapping Felix’s nose with his index finger.

They move closer and lean on each other, foreheads touching. They remained like this for a while until Felix sits straight and sighs a heavy sigh of relief, as though he’d been tense and is only know letting go of all the weight on his shoulders.

“I’m a great masturbator.” Felix the Idol-Baker nods and smiles, his eyes suddenly and oddly watery. “I’m such a talented masturbator.”

The boys blink.

It takes the quartet a full minute to realize the Freudian slip.

“Fuck! I meant I’m defo master baker!”

Chan sighs in relief. “Had us scared for a second there, champ.”

“But I’m also a wickedly talented mastur—”

“Have another brownie.” Jisung snatches the brownie Minho snatched from Felix and returns it to its original owner. “Before you say something you might regret.”

“Too fucking late.” Minho burps. He stands up and points at each of them. “More milk?”

“Defo, mate,” Felix and Chan chorus, high-fiving at their synergy.

Minho sighs and rolls his eyes. “Be right back.”

It will take Minho twenty minutes to return. By then, half of the tray is empty, and the boys are playing UNO again—though no one is paying much attention, even while high the inevitable betrayal that comes with playing UNO lingers in the air.

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k-popmakesmyday · 4 years

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Can I request a Stray Kids Reaction to meeting a drifter (someone who goes town to town to sing in bars) just someone who caravans around to sing.

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𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 💛🖤

Plot: The boys had a day off during their world tour and decided to take the night off in a nearby pub. The boys settled around a table, laughing and drinking, spreading little anecdotes from the chaos of Hyunjin’s experience with the hotel’s shower this morning. Suddenly they heard the most beautiful voice coming from a dimly lit stage, and they look over immediately.

➩ 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟

He almost whipped his head around fast enough to get whiplash. His eyes laid on you as you swayed around the small stage, singing your heart out while having fun- you grabbed almost everyone’s attention in the small pub. Chan slowly put his drink down and watched until the end of our performance with his chin laying on his palm in awe, he didn’t know why, but he had to know you.

➩ 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠 (𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨)

Sassy Min was rolling his eyes at Hyunjin’s dramatic recalling of this morning when he rolled his eyes over to you. He felt the world stop spinning when he laid eyes on the most gorgeous treasure he’d ever seen. Before you left the stage, he hastily stood up from the table and made a beeline towards you, startling you when he came charging your way with a stone-cold expression.

“Uh.. hello, could I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Minho, this might sound weird but- could I get your number?”

➩ 𝕊𝕖𝕠 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟

The only excuse I could give for Binnie’s behaviour is that he was drunk? He felt like he fell in love the moment he saw you. Once you finished, he stood up from the table and wobbled his way over to you. Alcohol rushing through his system, he marched straight up to you and leant his elbow on the table you were packing your things into your bag on. He slipped off and banged his elbow back into place, making you jump and look up.

“Hey gorgeous, the names Changbin, you know I rap in a like.. super-famous k-pop group. We should duet some time, you know?”

**que Changbin leaning to shake your hand and tripping over his own feet in front of you**

➩ ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟

Jinnie literally stopped in the middle of his rant about how he was attacked by the shower head that morning. The few members that were listening to him scurried behind him so that he could see what he was staring so intensely at. A chorus of ‘ooh~’ and ‘Hyunjinnie has a crush~’ erupted from behind him. When you finished your performance, the rest of the 2000 line rushed him towards you. While packing your things into your bag, you looked up to see three smirking boys- and one who appeared as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Uh- I- you’re really pretty and talented! Wait- no! I mean I’m not saying you’re not but- this is weird I’m really sorry”

“Hi, my name is Jisung, and this is Hyunjin and he has a crush on you”

“HAN JISUNG-”

➩ ℍ𝕒𝕟 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘

Looking back on this story, Jisung claims to be too out of it to remember doing what he did. Without a word, he completely abandoned the boys at their table and took a seat at the table closest to the stage you were singing on. He employed himself as your back-up singer and started to ad-lib your performance, smiling widely when he caught you giggle in his direction.

When you finished your song, he jumped on the stage with you, screaming “thank you! Thank you! We’ll be here all night!” Although he didn’t see the corner of the pub where the boys were a mess. They were crying, laughing, face-palming and Minho was stifling his laugh as he recorded the entire situation. Unable to wait until Jisung saw this sober.

➩ 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩

He was clearly very busy doubling over in laughter at Hyunjin’s misery when he heard a slight shuffle in the background, although he didn’t mind it. Although when Changbin turned around too fast and ending up knocking the Laughing Lixie™️ on the floor. Normally, Lix would’ve immediately picked himself up off of the floor but he ended up looking sideways at someone, you, start to sing a ballad with full vibrato. He ended up staying on the floor till the end of your performance, afraid that if he moved he would disturb you, his members were concerned.

➩ 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟

He was probably the smartest out of all the members when it came to this situation. He excused himself from the table, saying his needed the bathroom but he was a man on a mission. He came across a clipboard with a list of people who would be performing at certain times, he checked his phone for the time and smirked before grabbing a pen.

While you were packing your things a chestnut-haired boy approached you and you looked around to see if he was staring at you.

“Hello, are you y/n y/l/n? I think we got randomly signed up to perform a duet in” he paused to check the time on his phone. “-now. Well, it would be a shame to waste the time slot, wouldn’t you say?”

➩ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟 (𝕀.ℕ)

He turned around, eyes shining as he stared at you while you sang your heart out, engaging with the crowd during the upbeat song. Hyunjin tapped his shoulder repeatedly asking if he was listening to his horror shower story, to which he absentmindly hummed a response. Hyunjin’s eyebrows furrowed at the lack of reply and looked in your direction, the direction Jeongin kept stealing glances, he pouted and swept Jeongin up in his arms and ran out of the pub.

“WHO SAID YOU’RE ALLOWED TO HAVE A CRUSH YET?”

“Hyung, I’m TWENTY”

“THE ONLY PERSON YOU’RE ALLOWED TO HAVE A CRUSH ON IS ME. NOW WE’RE GOING BACK TO THE HOTEL SO I CAN AGGRESSIVELY CUDDLE YOU.”

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hyunjin-ius · 4 years

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Say What You Wanna (with my body)

Say What You Wanna (pt.I?)

Genre: Angst, little bit of smut,

Pairings: reader X Chris, reader X Changbin

Warnings: whore!reader, mention of prostitutes

Word count: 2,5K

Description: After all Chris might not be your happily ever after. But while you were blinded by said man, someone else might have just developed real feelings for you. How can a past whore deal with being loved or is it just lust playing the main role in her new relationship?

Writer’s note: Please please please for a better reading experience listen to Tujamo – Say What You Wanna. The whole story was inspired by this song. (ALSO I’m new to this whole writing thing moreover english is not my mother tongue, so please bear with me. Lastly, let me know if you want the story to be continued :D )

It’s been more than a month. More than a month that you and Chris have decided to seperate. It wasn’t exactly your choice. Chris have had his mind set. You weren’t asked questions, he wasn’t interested in your opinion either. Like lightning striking out of the blue he just snapped one day.

Waking up next to his body on that specific morning felt oddly strange to say the least. The past days were spent with nothing but work work and work. You at your 9-5 suddenly becoming 6-9 and Chris having a hard time with his comeback preparations. Both of you were exhausted and drained…and sadly the company of each other no longer lightend the mood or made your days better. Living together in your shared apartment ment that you couldn’t let loose even at home since the other one wanted to have a break, wanted to sleep, or in your case…wanted to cry. Frankly you felt the tension in the air, your 6th sense activated but you couldn’t vision what was coming your way. That morining Chris made you coffee as usual but after that he went to the balcony. You saw him lighting a cigarette which was unusual but a tell tale sign of him being extremely anxious. He was sipping on his coffee and puffing out dark grey smoke clouds into the air. You hated the fact that he was smoking. It was a well kept secret since him being a singer ment that his vocal chords needed special treatment which was not including cigarettes. You didn’t question him that morning. The rest of the day was spent quietly. Up until the moment you’ve said that you wanted to go out for lunch. You wanted to spend some quality time with your boyfriend of 4 years, wanted to dress up, wanted to look pretty for him. But Chris had other things in mind. He didn’t answer you. You were standing in your living room as far from each other as possible. You saw him tense up even more.

„I don’t think a lunch in town can solve our problems” was all that you got. Talking about your problems, you sure had a few. Your future together seemed darker and darker with each passing day. It took you 4 years to realize that. But you’ve felt strong enough to endure the hardships life was throwing at you. You’ve tried to talk to Chris countless times about your feelings. About him not being open enough about his plans with you. About the two of having no future together. He kept quiet about his feelings. It seemed like the two of you were match made in heaven. But from the inside it felt like you were matched with a person staright from hell.

You couldn’t deny the fact that Chris was beyond handsome, his body, his face, his charisma was indescribable. It was enough to pull you in. He was caring and loyal…to a point. It wasn’t easy with him being surrounded by hundreds of screaming girls all the time. You knew what was happening during their long tours, you knew that they were all enjoying the company of girls and boys after concerts. You weren’t an angel either to begin with. You’ve met Chris as one these girls after one of his gigs. It was all planned as usual. If people asked about your job you’d tell them that you work at a modelling agency. Modelling agency was the legal way of saying that you were a part-time prostitute. It really wasn’t your dream job of course. You just needed money and luckily had the face and body to achive such goals easier than others not as fortunate as you. The two of you met after the last concert of the first tour of Stray Kids. The company especially called for you to come and entertain one of the boys. You weren’t unfamiliar with Stray Kids but couldn’t name one of the members for the sake of your life. Then you came face to face with Chris. Turns out the boys were given pictures of that day’s whores and they were allowed to decide with whom do they want to spend the night. Chris choose you. He was eager to please you. The spark was between the two of you from the first second. His cock was hard for you from the moment you stepped into the dressing room. It was just the two of you and the sexual tension eating its way up in your bodies. He kissed you with such vigour that made you lightheaded. You weren’t used to this feeling. Feeling attached to one of your clients. But there you were making out with Chris while feeling him up through his jeans. The bulge in his pants was obvious from the start.

„Drop to your knees” he half ordered half asked you

Sucking on his cock was a marvellous experience. The boy was extremely vocal about how you made him feel with your mouth. You were expereinced at giving oral but you couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun pleasuring a man. And boy did he pay back for your service. Eating you out, fingering you and really making you his bitch before entering you. You were pushed to one of the mirrors in the room. Trying to hold up with your hands on the mirror while Chris was pounding into you from behind wasn’t easy. He took his sweet time with you. Enjoying the view with the help of the mirrors even more. Suddenly piciking up his pace you knew he was close. Pulling his cock out of you he came on your bare back. He asked you to stay in place, he wanted to take photos of his cum splattered on the back of a whore. You were used to this as well. These boys had nothing but their bitches to help them out in situations like this. It wasn’t like they could go to the next bar to pick some girls up. They needed professionals who were able to keep their mouths shut about the dark side of the kpop industry. After taking the pics Chris cleaned you up with caring movements. It was obvious that he was into you. Usually idols would leave you behind with cum anywhere and everywhere on your body. You weren’t complaining. They wanted release not a relationship. But this time was different.

A few days later you were contacted by your agency. Chris wanted to spend the night alone with you. And this is story of how the two of you became madly in love. Chris wanted you as his girlfriend, but only if you could be his and only his. He helped you with finding a job at his company, and asked you to quit being a prostitute. Life was extremely difficult at that time. Balacing your not so usual job and your not so usual boyfriend made you depressed. The same depression that creeped its way into your everyday life after 4 years too. You knew that Chris still enjoyed the company of whores and that you were a whore in the past to begin with. You were afraid each and every day. When will Chris announce that he has found someone better, someone less depressed and less anxious? Or to put it simply when will he finally speak up about his emotions.

Eventually the day has arrived. You were in your living room which soon will only be his. The two of you looking at each other as strangers meeting for the first time.

„So” you started „Should I start packig my stuff?” you asked without a sign of anger. You were calm. You didn’t see it coming, but you weren’t one to play with. If he wanted to end things then you are going to be the one who has the last word. Chris didn’t say a thing. He looked down to the floor.

„I’ll take it as a yes!” you answered your own question. Looking around the apartment you didn’t really know where to start. Everthing was shared. Chris sensed your mood changing. In his mind he expected you to cry as you would usually do in pressuring situations. But you seemed to be everything but heart-broken. He decided to flee from you, from the moment. Brusing past you he grabbed his car keys and left the apartment.

More than a month has passed since. That was the last day the two of you talked. After he left the house you called one of your closest friends, explained your situation in a hurry and asked for her help. You moved to her flat temporarily until you could find something to rent alone. You were thankful to God and the higher powers that dispite the fact that Chris and you worked at the same company you haven’t crossed paths since the break up. You were not in the position to quit your job just because of Chris. You needed money now more than ever, which actually made you reconsider the hoe life and its pros and cons. Sure, years have gone by, you weren’t as young any more eventhough you were still in your early 20s. But now you were stronger than ever, and more experienced. You used to plan to live your life with Chris and only Chris. Now you were planning to live your life according to your rules and your rules only. You were constantly thinking about your opportunities and chances at life. You wanted to fix things with yourself.

One night your phone lit up signaling a new message. You were in the middle of apartment hunting on your laptop and paid little to no attention to the continous massage sounds and lights. Then the long forgotten skype window of your past ’modelling agency’ popped up on your laptop.

„Playing hard to get huh?” accoring to skype the message was written by one of your past bosses.

„So Chris is cancelled right?” came the second text right after the first one. Curiosity take over you and you reached for your phone. Unlocking the screen you saw nothing but the name ’Seo Changbin’ everywhere. You weren’t exactly close to anyone in Stray Kids except for Chris of course. You would see each other come and go in the company, but none of the boys were a fan of mingling their professional life and private life. Altough spending so much time together it was only natural that some of them would open up to each other. You knew that Chris was extremely close to Changbin and Jisung. The three of them being the heart and soul of Stray Kids. But now you were bewildered. What does Changbin want from you?

„You really went as far as reaching for me on skype?” you typed on your phone as an answer to Changbin’s many questions regarding the Chris situation.

„I’d say im persistent” Changbin knew about your past life. After your first time with Chris the boy sent the photos of your back covered in his cum to their group chat. Just another thing that came natural to them after a good fuck. The next day you’ve found yourself in Changbin’s lap. He was different from Chris in many many ways. Sex with him was more about executing his commands. But it wasn’t any less pleasurable. It was actually nice to being told what to do. Changbin always got what he wanted. Just like how he was able to write to you in the name of your past boss. After Chris have officially asked you out you had to cut ties with everyone from the prostitute industry. You hated to admit it but it felt nice that someone was paying attention to you again. Especially since it was coming from Changbin. You knew far well why he was so eager to talk to you now. Changbin always voiced his thoughts, something you were not familiar with while you were living with Chris.

It went against all your instincts but you’ve decided to give in and meet Changbin. You knew how to play this game. Now more than ever you wanted to be the one who’s in charge. You’ve had enough with Chris, you were fed up with boys not speaking their mind, leaving you in the dark. But knowing Changbin you shouldn’t have worried about the man not voicing his thoughts. Especially thoughts concerning you. You’ve met in a high end restaurant open only for idols and their guests, since going to just any place still wasn’t an option. Small talk was really not Changbin’s cup of tea yet the two of you’ve managed to keep the conversation going. Changbin was calm and collected during the meal. It seemed like he had planned everything in advance. He was wearing a black silk shirt, the material enhancing his taut chest. Catching feelings for him wasn’t difficult.

„Does Chris know that we are here together?” you asked out of curiosty while sipping on your wine. Changbin looked at you with fire in his eyes

„It’s none of his bussiness to know how and with whom I spend my freetime” his answer came strained. You didn’t mean to anger him. You just wanted to know if they were still talking about you. After his reaction you were sure that your name was a sensitive topic between the boys.

„Chris fucked up your life more than needed” Changbin continued after a while „You two shouldn’t have crossed the line back then”

„Well” you interrupted him „He was the one who wanted the relationship. I was fine with being one of his whores”

„Exactly” Changbin smiled and nodded „You shouldn’t have crossed the line” he repeated. A short pause came before he started to talk again „He never really knew what he wanted to do with you other than fucking you 7/11. It was a pain in the ass to witness all the shit you’ve been through just to stay with him. And to see how Chris was about to throw you out one day”

„Don’t tell me that you knew what was going on between us” you exclaimed both in surprise and disbelief

„Not between the two of you” Changbin rectified „I just saw your struggles from outisde and somehow I was able to put the pieces together” he finished his thoughts. You remained silent. Your mind on the other hand was louder than ever. Maybe it was obvious from the start that you weren’t made for each other. Maybe everyone saw it but you. You wanted your relationship to work but mainly because of Chris. He wanted a girlfriend, someone who was there for him through thin and thick. But what was your motive other than pleasing Chris at every given chance? What did you get in return from Chris that you couldn’t get from any other men?

„Changbin” you started after a while. Looking deep in the eyes of the man sitting across you „Do you know what you want from me?” Changbin smirked at your question.

„Isn’t it obvious?”he whispered

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she was a rainbow [three - seo changbin]

→ seo changbin x f!you, university!au, in which changbin discovers that his feelings aren’t as easy to understand as he first may have thought → 7.4k+, it’s fluff. all fluff and cute things, with a last minute confession

part 3 of 3

“Do you remember when I got mad at you about the project?”

“Mhm.” Changbin was busy eating his noodles and didn’t pick up on the signs you were showing him. He tries to make a joke, since when he looks up you look a little sad. It was just the downturned lips and sparkly eyes. Glassy. Changbin means glassy. “You told me that you wouldn’t talk to me again.”

You hum, facing the table for a little longer than usual. “I was a bitch ‘cause my boyfriend and I broke up.”

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” Changbin replies honestly. He should have expected it. You both hadn’t know each other that long then, and you already had broken up with your boyfriend? It surprises him. It angers him that someone hadn’t appreciated you enough to love you.

“Hwang Hyunjin?” His name burns some hatred into Changbin. That asshole? Yeah, everyone know who Hyunjin was. He didn’t realise you two dated, and he would have warned against it if he did know, even though you both weren’t that close. “Yeah, I should have realised that was going to end up that way.”

Changbin has a pick of everyone he wants.

Realistically, it’s always been the same for the Korean boy. He’s rich, he’s handsome and like hell does he know it. Ever since high school when girls would flock around him to see whether he really was that flawless in real life (he was, for the record) and if his hair really did stand to be the most beautiful style on the grounds. His spoiled ways proved to be too much for people to handle and they quickly disregarded him leaving the best option for him being to move abroad and act like he never even knew the streets of the various other countries he lived in.

He used people and he didn’t care, and that never really changed. Sure, he had two good friends. The first was a boy named Chan who usually would be found in the music production rooms with his headphones on, creating new songs like the genius kid he is. Chan is from Australia and didn’t have any other friends. Seeing him as, for lack of a better description, weak, Changbin managed to make friends with Chan but then realised he truly did value the friendship he had. Then there was Jisung, the first year student who had helped Changbin out in the music department when he first started. Changbin, in his own way, admired Jisung for carrying on his passion for music despite studying International Business. Another rich kid that Changbin emphasised with too much.

But Changbin realised in university he can’t be the person he used to be. There’s no cliques like in high school, the majority of people are just genuinely interested in studying and he often looks stupid when he expects the girls to come flocking in the clubs. His pearly white smile and equally white trainers don’t attract the attention he wants.

Not that he doesn’t get any. Changbin might not have the same charm as before but girls do love him. They love his persona and how if you hang around with him you automatically get the reputation of dating a rich kid who had a lot of money to spend which his parents sent him every week. Girls used him, actually. They used him for the reputation like he used to use them for the same thing.

It drives someone to loneliness, actually.

Changbin sits alone in lectures now. He used to sit in the middle with girls either side, sometimes not paying attention but often having a girl or two chatting about a possible date and another on the phone sending him photos he shouldn’t have been looking at in the middle of a lecture.

He walks into his class on international markets, his least favourite unit this year, expecting the back row of the lecture theatre to be completely empty like always. He pulls out one earphone, analysing the girl sat in the middle of the back row with an emotionless face; reading a book, studying each word, lost in the fantasy world which is created from it.

Changbin frowns. He takes a seat two places down and uses the seat to his left to keep his bag on so he can easily pull out his phone later to concentrate on something other than his lecturer who is the quietest, but most lovely Chinese lady to exist. The act manages to catch your attention as you don’t expect it. Your eyes meet Changbin’s and he feels like he’s frozen for a second.

“Sorry,” you mumble quickly, closing your book shut. Changbin is stuck looking at you so forgets to check what you’re reading. He hopes it’s worthwhile. “Do you want me to move up?”

Changbin shakes his head. He brings his fingers back through his freshly washed hair as he clears his throat and looks away. “It’s fine. Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise.”

When Changbin didn’t spend his Saturday nights watching anime and checking snapchat to see if there was a party he could jump in on, he would have took this as an opportunity to continue speaking to you. Right now he looks back towards the front of the lecture hall and scratches his ear as he sighs. He doesn’t care, if he’s honest.

“This is the lecture on international markets, right?” you ask him. Changbin doesn’t look back to you, as he really does not care all too much for what you’re saying, and instead continues looking forward and planning on what game he’ll be beating Jisung at this evening. “I’m new and I guess… everything has been kinda messed up for me so far. I never end up in the right place.”

Changbin hums, nodding quietly again. “Yeah, it is.”

“Okay,” you answer, smile on your lips. You seem to ignore his blatant lack of interest which surprises Changbin a little. He pulls the disinterested card on girls and usually they beg for his attention and make it known that they’re not happy which how he’s treating them.

You, on the other hand, don’t even bat an eyelid.

That’s the thing which surprises him the most, especially since his cold and unattentive personality would usually have a girl angry at him for not trying too much with them, or have them rolling their eyes and vowing never to speak with him again.

He spends far too much of the lecture watching you concentrate on the topic being taught from the corner of his eye, your face burnt into his memory whether he wants it or not. Primarily he would have hoped at some point you’d have noticed his gaze shifting your way every so often, but when you don’t acknowledge him until you’re asking him politely to move out of your way so you can get to your next class, Changbin decides that he’s not going to let you bother his thoughts again.

Except he does let it bother him, a little too much if he’s honest.

It’s easy to shake you from his mind each time he stares at a blank wall or zones out from Jisung speaking with him about something he doesn’t care all that much for. It’s not so easy when you force your actual presence into his space a few days later at his seminar for International Trade later that week.

You sit beside him at the back, which again was usually a row he sat in on his own, but don’t pay too much attention to him since you were busy texting someone and didn’t notice him in the corner.

At least he thought that, since you didn’t even look in his direction until the teacher had everyone talking for a reason Changbin didn’t know - since he was busy on Instagram (trying to find your profile, for science of course).

“Hey,” you say, turning to him and catching his attention. He panics a little, eyes wide as he locks his phone and places it face down just in case you saw him searching through group followers to find anyone who resembled you. “I saw you in the lecture on international markets.”

Changbin finds your way of speaking with him a little unusual. You remind him ever so slightly of Jisung. Forward, but friendly, and somewhat good intentions. “Yeah, that was me.”

“I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Great,” Changbin replies. He may have come across as more rude than he intended to be, though he wanted to make it less obvious he had been waiting for your name this entire time. Pretty, he thinks, and it suits you. He panics, again, and tries to recover himself in possibly the worst way possible, “do you need something?”

“We need to work in pairs for the project on trade policies. I was wondering if you wanted to work together?” you ask.

Damn, he had hoped for more than that.

“Oh. Right.” Changbin’s quota for smiling had already been filled up since Chan slipped in the kitchen this morning when he dropped his milk everywhere. He might have been able to give a little more happiness if you asked him for more than just uni work. Well, saying that, you wanted to spend some time with him so you must have liked him in some shape or form. “Sure. We can work together.”

Changbin responds to your smile with his own tiny one which he spares for you from the bottom of his heart. He regrets it when he realises you probably just sat with him because you remembered him and didn’t know anyone else, but he notices there are quite a few empty seats around the room that you could have sat in should you want to make some other friends.

So he takes it as a win, even if you did probably enjoy the familiar aspect of having Changbin around you. Oh well. His ego will take it the other way until he’s ready to accept he’s lonelier than ever and anyone is better company than Jisung at this point. No offence to Jisung, he was just going through a… phase.

“I’m Changbin, by the way.”

Giving you his name goes a long way to creating a relationship between the two of you, since you exchange numbers pretty soon after and Changbin walks home with a less blank than usual look on his face. When he gets home he lingers in the living room for longer than usual and even Chan asks him what’s made him so happy.

He could have been happier if it didn’t take you two days to actually ask text him. Sure, he could have texted first, but didn’t want to overstep a boundary you might have wanted to keep. He could message you but you knew what the project was about and he would have probably cleared his schedule for you anyway, so he waits patiently for you to come to him.

Maybe to restore that mindset that people wanted him, or maybe because he was nervous. The latter was pretty much impossible.

Providing that Changbin’s (pretty much) squeak when he sees you’ve finally text him after all this time.

You: Are you free tonight? Changbin: Yeah You: Okay, do you want to go to the library? We can meet there and work on the research? Changbin: It would be easier if you came to me. I’ll send you my address.

Changbin’s parents were always apprehensive about him giving out his address, hence why he went elsewhere for parties and avoided having people back here. He asked Chan and Jisung to live with him with a pretty cheap rent for the company of having them around, and so far they were the only ones he had ever actively asked to be at his.

This was a different story, however. He trusted you enough to give you an address that his parents specifically wanted on the downlow (they didn’t want anyone to take advantage of Changbin’s wealth, and you didn’t seem like the type to do that). The first one ever. Changbin was really firsts with you already.

It brings butterflies to his stomach, almost as many as when two minutes later he realises his room is a mess and he does his best to tidy everything in the twenty minutes he probably has before you arrive, if you lived where he suspected you did.

He was just about right - nineteen minutes after he started cleaning and making sure his washing was (less than neatly) placed in his washing bin, you’re knocking at his front door and he’s running out of his room begging that no one else heard the door and opens it for him.

Lest be it that Jisung or Chan caught wind of him inviting you here; Changbin would never hear the end of it.

Changbin, slightly out of breath from mad-pace cleaning and running at full speed to get the door, forgets the smile he promised himself he’d give you, instead staring blankly at you and letting you walk in. To his surprise, you ignore a greeting too and walk inside, looking around the room at the barely covered walls (apart from the mirror Jisung took pictures in, and a shelf for Chan’s books). “Your place is… Nice.”

“Yeah, nice,” Changbin replies, clearing his throat as he shuts the door. He’s usually so talkative, what is about you that stops him from being able to form coherent sentences? Changbin isn’t sure. He stumbles over some more words as he follows you in staring down everything he jointly owned. “It’s uh… let’s do some work in my room. My friends will only cause problems if we’re in here.”

You nod, walking after him as he leads you to his room on the back at the right. He shuts the door behind the two of you, weary that Jisung would be able to hear your voice and come to inspect all that was going on.

Changbin watches as you sit on his floor, beside his desk, leaving the chair open for him. Not wanting to be a dick, he sits opposite to you and copies your stance in the hopes you won’t feel awkward being in a new environment. Changbin will learn that one of the things he loves about you is that you never seemed to be bothered by things like that.

He’s busy watching you log into your laptop, so your voice catches him by surprise. “I was actually looking into some studies yesterday so we can use that as a starting point. Unless you want to start over, and we take a different approach?”

“You already did some work, so you clearly know what you’re doing.” Changbin likes that you’re smart, too. He reveals in the fact you’re not just there for him because of his money, or because he can music,or even because you thought he was cute. You’re there for work and he respects that. “Just let me know what you need doing and I’ll help.”

He respects it to the degree that he can, anyway, since he didn’t particularly like doing the work and also felt bad when you sat there and did absolutely everything on the project whilst he just admired your pretty eyelashes and soft lips and… That’s for another day.

He sees you a few nights of the week, and somehow he manages to avoid both Chan and Jisung the entire time. It’s for your sake more than his, the pair of them were both on the get Changbin a girlfriend bandwagon and it annoyed the shit out of him.

Which is why he panics when he knows that Chan and Jisung are going to be at home and you’re most likely going to see them.

“Can I come over today?”

“That’s forward. Why?” Changbin asks, surprised by your presence directly next to him in the lecture hall. You usually left at least one seat between the two of you, but given your panicked voice, you were trying to cozy up to him for a reason he already knew the answer to.

Maybe he’s acting like this because part of him really just wants you to ask to come over so you can both spend time together without the underpinning task of your joint project. Yeah, Changbin hopes that you see more to him than just work.

Judging from your deadpan look, that is not the case. “For the project. It’s due soon and we’ve barely done anything.”

“Because it’s not that deep.” Changbin replies, shrugging as he returns to his notepad and writes the date in the top left corner. “If we fail, we fail. They’ll pass us anyway because if they fail us they look bad on rankings. Why bother?”

You don’t react to his words. Changbin should try a different approach to get some emotion from you, and the right emotion at that. “So we can get a good grade.”

“That’s not important to me. I don’t even wanna be in that class,” Changbin tells you.

“But I do, and I want to do well. So please, Changbin, just put a bit of effort in for me? I won’t bother you after this project, I won’t even talk to you, just help me get a good grade and it’s done. We won’t work together again.”

Ouch.

That hurt Changbin more than it was meant to, or at least more than he should have allowed it to. He sits in silence the rest of the lecture, checking on you every so often out of the corner of his eye, though not bothering to distract you from your work any more than he already had.

Part of him thinks that he should have stopped you before you left the lecture hall to apologise, but unfortunately for him his mind doesn’t work that quickly and he’s not sure how to make it up to you straight away.

He��s not even sure why he’s so bothered. You don’t mean that much time him, you’re just his partner for a university project and you probably won’t speak to him again afterwards.

Except he hoped you did speak to him afterwards, and he hoped you saw a friendship like he did, because it’s not often that Changbin has someone on his mind so much.

He didn’t want to sound like a stalker or anything. He wasn’t going to follow you around, he wasn’t going to make sure you were the only person he was talking to (since he was pretty sure you had your own group of friends which included one of Chan’s other friends, Felix), but he couldn’t help but wonder what you were up to at different times, or if you were thinking about him too.

God, it was like you were a drug he caught wind of and now he’s hooked to.

Which is why, the next day, he shows up at the library where he knows you’ll be (since you were always there on that day at that time, according to your snapchat), with the intention to apologise to you in a way that only Changbin can do.

It takes a while to find you, but when he does, he’s glad you’re on your own because he had a feeling that Felix boy had a thing for you given that he posts about you all the time and looks at you with massive heart eyes that Changbin wasn’t particularly in the mood for.

“Hey,” he says, sitting on the opposite side of the booth to you.

“Changbin?” You ask, raising a brow at him. You were clearly surprised to see him, too. Given his slight smile in your direction, you warm to the possibility of a conversation to him and pull out your earphones, abandoning the work you had in front of you. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

Changbin finds himself at a loss for what to actually say to you. On one hand, he could say sorry, but that doesn’t really mean anything unless he’s actually showing you that he’s sorry. He should invite you over, he should ask you to do something with him, he should offer to finish the project for you, he should--

“Do you need something?” you ask, cutting off his thoughts before they got too much for him.

“Oh, yeah. I do, actually.” Changbin clears his throat, leaning forward on his elbows, hands clasped together. He can make it genuine, because for you he is genuinely apologetic. “I’m sorry about before. I was an asshole to you for no reason. You want to do well and so should I. So, you can spend the weekend at mine and we can finish the whole project then, and do it well. I cleared my schedule.”

His apology works like a charm, actually.

Probably because he was genuine towards you, and you could see that. He stays with you for a little bit but leaves eventually, heart a little warmer and blood free from any emotion he didn’t want (ie animosity). His walk home is filled with ideas for what you can both do together, since he didn’t intend to have this project take up the entire weekend, and he settles for getting you to play video games with him and actually asking you for your social media so it’s acceptable for you to follow him on everything.

Having you around fills him with this emotion he couldn’t quite process (ie, not animosity, but something more like adulation) and it does strike him exactly like the strongest drug he could have ever purchased. One right at the bottom of the black market, with a selling price of well over what he could have ever afford.

The difference with an actual drug? The effects were permanent. So maybe you were like therapy for a blackened and closed heart.

“I’m so tired,” you say, laying on his floor with your eyes shut.

He hides his silent chuckle at your form and his pout because he can’t stroke your hair like his gut told him to. Is that what you do in a relationship? Likely so. He wasn’t entirely sure, but that’s what they do on Jisung’s dramas. “I literally just got us pizza.”

“I know, but I’m still tired,” you reply, opening your eyes and looking straight to him, “we can just get up early and work on this tomorrow.”

Changbin shakes his head at your suggestion, gesturing over to your laptop that now has a black screen since you haven’t touched it in roughly… forty minutes. “No, I don’t get up early. We’re finishing this tonight. We just need three more paragraphs and we are done.”

You don’t concur. Changbin looks down to his keyboard, attempting to finish his sentence, though he feels your eyes on him and is compelled to look back to you and see what you need. Just like a relationship.

“What?” Changbin asks, studying your pout like he’s never seen one before. Well, he has, but mostly because he was rejecting a girl who didn’t care all too much for him. “Why are you doing that?”

When he brings up your pouting, you stop and return to an emotionless stare. After a few moments of unbroken eye contact, you sit up and push the chair from your face adjusting your sleeves. “Let’s just take a break then okay?”

“A break?” Changbin repeats, one brow slightly raised. He couldn’t dream of saying no to you again, since last time he hurt your feelings and he wasn’t ready to do that again. He likes talking to you. You’re interesting, and you make him feel like he is too. Whatever feelings you have towards him, it’s most definitely mutual. “Okay, we’ll take a break. For five minutes.”

“Tell me more about you, Changbin.”

“What do you want to know?” Changbin replies, noticing how quick you jump on the opportunity to ask him something person. Did you can about him? It would seem to be that way. No one really wants to know about him. He didn’t even want to talk about him, either.

But for you, he’ll say everything.

“Anything. Everything. Tell me your life story. That will get my mind working again so we finish this and have tomorrow to do whatever we want,” you return.

Changbin assumes you’ve forgotten the whole not talking after the project is over, and he’s happier than he’d want to admit about it.

That’s almost a turning point in your relationship. Almost because it changes again, all thanks to him, but that marked the two of you actually being friends, and Changbin likes that more than he would care to admit, too.

And friendship for him is more than he could have ever thought to ask for.

He thought that he say Chan and Jisung a lot, but compared to you it was nothing. The nights he would spend on his own were suddenly filled with your presence and he actually enjoyed being around other people for once, in the nicest way. There was something about his mostly extroverted but potentially introverted persona that meant he enjoyed the loneliness in the slightest way.

Except now, he didn’t at all.

He’d invite you over whenever he could, make sure that he had you around him when you were able to. Though your days were reserved for your other friends, which did include Felix and his friends, you spend your evenings with Changbin doing both work and friend things.

He enjoyed both, much to his surprise, but it was probably because he enjoyed the way you told him about business things much more than his teachers. Did he ever mention he loved how smart you were? Because he does, so much.

He also loves that you’re so effortlessly his best friend, in every way that you can be.

“No, Changbin,” you say, pushing his hands away from you. He acts surprised by your defiance, not giving up on having you play like you had agreed. You, however, continue your protests with a “stop it. Don’t make me say it again.”

“You started it! I’m sorry you’re a major pussy and can’t play horror games. We said we would take turns!”

“It’s not funny!” You look away from him with a pout, the very one he’s grown so fond of over the time he’s know you, and face the door. Hearing Chan and Jisung chanting at the TV over some football game that was on, probably wasn’t the best thing for the situation. “Your friends probably think I’m stupid. I screamed loud.”

“Wanna bet?” Changbin asks, challenging your words in the best way he knows how.

Because you haven’t actually met the double team of Christopher ‘Chan’ Bang and Han Jisung, and Changbin knows that people aren’t usually that easy to adapt to their friend’s other friends.

If you’re easy to warm up to them, then Changbin knows you’re going to be easy for him to get on well with in the future. Who knows, maybe he can extend his relationship with you and you can be more than friends? That’s on him though, since he’s sure you don’t actually have any feelings towards him and he’s going to respect that until he’s one hundred per cent sure that confessing you is the most appropriate thing to do.

So Changbin drags you out to his friends, despite your very basic protests, planting you straight in front of the TV and making sure to deal with Chan and Jisung’s eye rolls and complaints that they were interrupting whatever team was playing.

“Chan, Jisung. Do you think she’s stupid?” Changbin asks, his dominance in their friendship clear from how he approaches them. He looks between them, then to you, switching between the two until he gets the answer he’s looking for.

“Stupid?” Chan repeats, looking over to you. He shakes his head, careless to what Changbin’s actually intentions were here. “No, you were playing Outlast, weren’t you?”

Jisung, on the other hand, has the full intentions to make sure that Changbin regrets ever trying to impress you with his friends. The youngest has a smirk as he directs his comments at both of you, but mostly you. “Hyung, you were screaming louder than her, you’re the pussy.”

Honestly, Changbin didn’t know someone’s laugh could brighten his entire day.

But that’s normal right?

To want to make you laugh every day, to listen to it on reply, to have to you laughing at something he said (so that you’re laughing because of him)?

He’s not sure, maybe he’s got a delusional idea of what is right and what is wrong in his head. Either way, Changbin vows that your friendship will be good and you’ll enjoy every minute of it that you’re in it with him.

And that means that you’ll be doing everything with him, whether you like it or not.

Changbin hopes you do like it, though. He can’t keep wondering whether you will, so he decides one day when you’re both walking to class together that he should check. “Let’s do more stuff together.”

“More stuff?” you repeat, looking up to him questioningly. He nods, though you’re still not buying. “You literally leave the house for lectures and that’s it.”

“But you like doing stuff, so I’ll do it with you,” Changbin says, hoping to convince you with a little bit of affection.

That works well, too.

Changbin went from not being able to talk to you, struggling to know what to reply to you, and being as awkward as he ever could be around a person, to silently begging for you to want to spend more time with him.

And do you? Well, Changbin would wait for you to answer that. At first he thinks not, since you don’t approach him with anything, but when you spot him at the cafeteria in one of the business buildings, and you run after him with a wide smile, he changes his mind a little.

Skip the formalities, a greeting from you is a form of therapy within itself.

“There’s this thing.”

Changbin hums, looking to you as you both approach the elevator to go to your class on the third floor. “Right. This thing.”

“Can you come with me?” you ask, surprising him a little. He doesn’t frown, his eyes just widen a little. You must have noticed because you’re quick to try and convince him. “It won’t take up too much of your evening. I don’t want to go on my own.”

Oh, you must want him to come if you're convincing him.

“I don’t even know what it is you want me to come to,” Changbin returns, shrugging.

“It’s just a… poetry, thing.” Changbin thinks it’s cute, though keeps his look placid to make sure you’re not quick to read him. He worries, given that you’re basically an empath, you’ll catch onto the fact that his feelings are becoming a bit too prominent for him to control. “Boring, I know. I’ll make it up to you, but you might enjoy it. Who knows.”

He didn’t need to enjoy it to go along; Changbin was going to seize an opportunity to spend some time with you on your invitation again.

Since your presence was the drug he couldn’t kick from his system as of yet, or a therapy session he paid above and beyond for, and a poetry session with you was a strange way of getting a high, or help, he needed.

To imagine you each time they spoke of a starry sky, a roaring fire, even a firework that explodes in the sky, he would have paid a lot for that anyway.

And he got it for free.

Spending time with you was something Changbin would have given a lot up for. As it turns out, you liked it too, since you let him walk you home and even invited him in (politely asking him not to judge your place since you weren’t rich and student loans didn’t provide that much to an international student anyway). No, nothing happened, as much as anyone may have thought it did.

Changbin didn’t have the intentions to do something with you, and maybe you felt the same. He didn’t notice you didn’t have any pictures of you with any guys at home, or their clothes in your room, so maybe he did have a chance.

That was a weight off his shoulders, at the very least. You probably didn’t have a boyfriend, and he was moving more in that direction now.

“Hey,” Changbin says, distracting you for the lecturer at the front. You look over to him, since you both sit directly next to each other now, and nod for him to continue. “Are you free, later?”

You nod again. “All day, why?”

“Do you want to do something together?”

“Sure,” you return, bringing some relief to Changbin’s heart that was beating at about 200 miles an hour. He lets his cheeks twitch a little, but never does actually smile at you. You keep your voice down but still keep your interest at hand, “what do you have in mind?”

Changbin shrugs, passing his phone across the desk to you, since he had a film already opened that he thought would be cute to see with you. A horror movie, at that, but it was up his alley and yours too. “This movie came out recently and if you wanted to, we can see it together?”

It’s a terrifying three seconds waiting for you to answer. “I’d like that.”

So seeing a movie becomes your weekly thing together, alongside the things you already do. You really do end up spending every night with him, the bonus being that you also get along well with Jisung and Chan too, and the four of you somehow form a friendship that Changbin would never have been able to foresee in the past.

You were once someone he sat a few seats from in a lecture, and now you’re standing in his kitchen playing hot potato with a sponge that Jisung had used to mop up (quite a bit of) soy sauce from the side that he spilt. Given that Chan and Jisung had been throwing at each other, and then Jisung involved you, it was a given Changbin was going to get involved to.

“Hey Changbin,” you shout, the boy looking up to you with wide eyes as he leaves the bathroom, still drying his hands on his jeans, “think fast.”

Changbin’s heart is heavy because you remembered to include him, of course he very much enjoys your thoughts going straight to him, so he doesn’t get much time to react to a soy sauce soaked sponge launched directly at his chest. “Hey!”

“I said think fast!”

Chasing you into his bedroom is one way to get a girl in there, even if it’s because you know he works out and if threw that back at you, you would probably lose a rib because of the sheer force. Not that he would actually do that - he throws it back to Chan who looks at the two of you like you are a resident married couple.

No that you have to know that. “Get back here!”

Yeah, his bedroom. You have a lot of memories there. From getting to know him in there, and finally understanding what goes on in his deep, dark mind, all the way to watching horror movies together and eventually sleeping in his bed together.

On your demand that is. You think Changbin has it in him to ask if you want to stay over? The poor boy could barely get out 4 words about his feelings, yet alone ask you something like sleep in my bed or even just stay over, and he would stay on the couch.

“Your bed is so comfortable.” Your words, like always, catch him off guard. He was working on a song with both Jisung and Chan, and he had the lucky job of producing the final product. “Let me sleep here.”

Changbin avoids having another internal meltdown and deals with this by not actually dealing with it at all. He nods, noticing that you’re pretty comfortable already. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you repeat, slightly questioning his response. Did you expect him to say yes? Probably not. Changbin gave you the impression he liked his personal space. Luckily he knew he would be pretty boring tonight and would be up to the early hours of the morning, so letting you sleep meant he could get on with the song without the recurring thought of you. “I bet girls ask you to do this all the time.”

“Sure,” Changbin answers. You weren’t wrong, they used to, but he hadn’t even spoken to another girl since… you came into his life.

He has all of about ten minutes of actual music time before he realises you’re already asleep, tucked away in the corner of his bed under the black blanket he usually didn’t use because it got to hot.

You’re cute when you sleep. Changbin can’t help the warm feeling that spreads over him as he admires you from the other side of the room, smiling to himself as he tries his very best to get on with the song he wanted to.

He does have to stop a few times to look back at you, check you were okay and we’re too cold (or too hot, for that matter), but he finishes what he wanted to around 4am and practically collapses in the bed beside you without even considering whether he should have slept on the floor instead.

His eyes were too heavy and mind clouded by music to even consider that you were nothing but his friend and the few inches of space between the two of you was easily filled if one of you moved.

If both of you moved, well… it would mean you ended up with your head on his shoulder, his arm around you and resting on your waist.

“Sorry,” you say softly, lifting your body when you realise what position you’re in. Changbin was an active participant in that too, but you probably didn’t realise. It will forever remain a mystery which one of you initiated the (kind of) cuddling. “I didn’t mean to…”

Changbin shakes his head, pulling you back down to where you were before when he sees the numbers 07 on his clock at the end of his bed. He’s too tired to notice you place your arm over his chest, and he’s practically sleeping again when he mumbles to you that he’s okay with it. “It’s fine. I didn’t say anything.”

That’s practically where your relationship starts to change. Not that you both confessed your feelings to one another when you woke up later, but there was a definite shift in the dynamic between the two of you.

Things continue as normal, with a hint of a romantic feeling between the two of you, though neither of you address it. Changbin’s content with where you both are, even if he realises that he does get jealous of you and Felix, you and whoever isn’t him, because he most definitely has feelings towards you which reflect that of a boyfriend.

A boyfriend you already had, mind you.

“Do you remember when I got mad at you about the project?”

You hum, facing the table for a little longer than usual. “I was a bitch ‘cause my boyfriend and I broke up.”

Of course Changbin reports this information back to Jisung (and Chan, since he was there) since the youngest had been the first to realise that Changbin was, you know, in love with you.

Even before Changbin. That little asshole figured it all from the silence of his own bedroom. Is it weird that he was listening through the walls to figure out just how his hyung felt towards the pretty girl who kept coming over. Then he shared it with Chan, who also had his suspicions, but kept it quiet.

“He said he didn’t love her,” Jisung retells a tale he heard from one of his other friends who knew Hyunjin from some society, Woojin. “What a dick.”

“You should tell her how you feel,” Chan interjects, seeing an opportunity for things to be made better.

Changbin, however, does not see things the same way. It’s probably his fear for the situation, a genuine worry that anyone who loves another has when it comes to confessing. “What if it makes things worse?”

“No, it won’t,” Jisung states, taking a bite from his apple.

“You sound sure.”

Jisung nods at Changbin’s words, finishing his bite before talking. The youngest, like most of the youngest in friendship groups, sees himself as a bit of a prodigy in relationships. Didn’t Changbin write the love songs? He did. Jisung nods again before confirming. “‘Cause I’m right.”

Changbin hopes Jisung’s right, too.

He’s a nervous wreck the entire day he plans to tell you how he feels.

Probably the fear of rejection, no matter how much Jisung told him that he wouldn’t be rejected. He asked to meet you at 1pm and he shows up twenty minutes early, expecting to be alone, but sees you sitting at the able you both claimed as your own in the cafe near to uni.

He panics briefly, walking away with his head hung low, though stops himself and walks back to you when he remembers that he’s doing this for more than just his own state of mind.

It’s so that you know not everyone is like Hwang Hyunjin, and you can have someone love you.

“Can we talk?” Changbin says, stopping beside the table with wide eyes.

“About what?” You look up to him and frown at his expression. Though you gesture of the seat opposite to you, Changbin takes a few moments to actually sit down. He’s surprised you already bought him coffee, and it’s exactly how he likes it too. “You’re the second person today who looks like they’re going to pass out on me. Seriously, are you okay, Changbin?”

“I’m fine,” Changbin answers.

The coffee is hot and burns his tongue a little. He tries his best not to react, staring at you with the most affection he can actually process. It’s for the best to tell you, and it won’t change things drastically. If you wanted to reject him, you wouldn’t have returned some of his signals. Whatever they were. Jisung was convinced they were there.

Fuck it. Changbin places his hands flat on the table when he realises that he needs to just say it rather than keep it as a thought in his mind.“I needed to admit to you that… I’ve seen you differently, recently.”

“Differently?”

You were clearly both on different wavelengths.

“I think I love you.”

“Love me?”

“Well, I didn’t think it was love but then I was thinking more about it and I realised that every time I’m with you, it’s like the sun has a single beam that is shining right down on me and I literally just want to stare at you and listen to you laugh and watch you smile because you are the very definition of what makes me happy and it’s hard for me to explain because I know how much you doubt yourself and you will never see yourself the way that I see you, but… I do love you, and there’s nothing in this world that I could want more than showing you that.”

Changbin could put that in a love song.

He’s breath is a little shaky as you look back at him without an answer. He doesn’t particularly need one, lest it be for you to admit that you do actually feel the same way towards him. He stops thinking about it, like he should have a long time ago, and asks you what he’s wanted to since you slept in his arms and you laughed at his jokes and you showed an interest in him that no one else ever had.

“So please, for the sake of my own sanity, will you be my girlfriend and let me show you the love that no one else has?”

He’s sure that no matter what answer you give to him, he’ll always love you anyway.

For you were the one that showed him what it’s like to have a different perspective on life, too.

You didn’t see yourself the way he saw you, but it was the same vice versa. The very definition for happiness in your own personal dictionary always had his name written down in it. Seo Changbin, the one who could love you back.

The song that never leaves your memory.

The key to a lock that was never opened before.

Saying no wasn’t an option.

You were a rainbow, and Changbin had been waiting for you the entire storm.

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deadlines | h. jisung

pairing: han jisung x reader

genre: fluff + college au

requested?: no i just love college boys

word count: 2.4k+

a/n: kicking it off strong w my first post on here lol anyway i had a little too much fun writing this AND i even threw in some cameos ... if u catch them u get a gold star so watch out -sam

“this is so hard!” you whine, slumping over onto the chemistry notes you hadn’t bothered to finish. you turn your gaze towards your friend, kyungjoo, who gives you a fake sympathetic look.

“i know, y/n, i know, it’s just so hard for you to sit here for two hours and stare at him-“ she points her pencil at a boy sitting a few rows in front of you- “the whole time.”

“it is!” you defend yourself, although your heart isn’t truly in it, because the boy kyungjoo’s pointing at has caught your attention once again.

he looks like any other student in a typical 8am class- messy hair, sweatpants, hoodie. looking over the lecture hall, you probably would have missed him if you didn’t already know where he sat. which, for the record, was on the left side, fourth row, surrounded by other guys from his fraternity. of course.

as you tune yourself further in to the guys’ conversation, and begin to ignore whatever life advice kyungjoo is trying to give you now, you realize that the fraternity is talking amongst themselves excitedly- really excitedly.

“who are you bringing?”

“chan, your girlfriend is coming right? and minho’s coming too?”

“changbin, you’re going to have a hell of a time getting enough beer for all of us.”

and lastly, “are you gonna do it tonight?” “of course i’m gonna do it tonight; can’t wait any fucking longer.”

a party. of course there’s a party. there’s one practically every friday night, and every friday night, you don’t go. you use the age old excuse of “oh, i wasn’t invited!” but you know nobody needs an invite to a frat party. you’re just waiting for one anyways.

you tell this to kyungjoo as you come out of your dazed state. she laughs at you, telling you maybe she’ll take off to the frat party and have a little fun with someone while you stay in the dorms, staring at the blank chemistry notebook that’s taunting you right now. it seems to get closer, and closer, and closer- until your professor’s voice rings throughout the hall.

your body lurches, and your spine hits the back of your chair almost involuntarily. the sound of it is comically deafening compared to kyungjoo’s quiet laughter, and the whispers of the frat boys just a few rows in front of you.

“for part of your midterm assessment, you will be required to complete a group project- your own presentation, adequately covering a section of one of the units we’ve completed in class thus far. remember, the best way to learn is by teaching. your groups have been assigned at random; if you have any problems with your group members, please speak with me privately. to save time, i’ll be putting the list on the board.”

then, projected onto the whiteboard, is your fate for the next week. you scan the list for your name, your name, your name… for a moment after you see it, you forget if it’s even yours, because all you can see is the name han jisung sitting right underneath it.

y/n. han jisung.

han jisung. y/n.

you reach desperately for kyungjoo, nearly choking her in your own panic. “oh, are you doing electronegativity?” she muses. “i’d be pissed if i had to do that, too.”

“no, i-“ frankly, you don’t even know what section you’re covering; it doesn’t really matter now, anyway, because you’re convinced you’re fucked no matter what. “just look, kyungjoo!”

she manages to stop her gaze from wandering the lecture hall, up and down the aisles like a kid in a candy store, and squints at the board. her eyes blow open the moment she sees your name, but she forces them back and grins at you. “aw, have fun you little lovebird!” she squeals as a member of her own group tugs her away from you. you think you might actually choke her later.

the students are clearly splitting off into their groups, so you feel pressured to do the same- but not before you scout out jisung, and check (and then double check and triple check) to make sure it’s not too weird if you walk straight up to him right now. it’s not. “what the hell were you expecting?” you whisper to yourself as you walk towards the front of the room. it feels like a hike, miles long, and it could be placebo, but you swear you’re a little bit winded by the time you reach his desk.

he beats you to the punch. “hi, y/n.”

“hi, jisung,” you reply, leaning ever so slightly over the tabletop. “who else is in our group?” you try not to let any nervousness show in your voice.

“oh, jiwon is working with us, but she’s, ahem, ‘sick’ today.” the air quotes he puts around the word “sick,” are almost endearing, until the image of a hungover jiwon- kyungjoo’s friend, an absolute doll you’ve had the privilege of meeting a few times- pops into your mind. “oh, yikes.”

“yeah, yikes is about right.” he pauses, shaking his head at nothing, then looks back up at you. “sit down.” he motions to the chair next to him.

you grasp for conversational straws as you take your seat, “so, i heard your frat is having a party this weekend?” dumb question; of course they’re having a party. you know they are.

“yeah, we are!” the tone of excitement he had when talking to his friends comes back, and it makes you smile. “oh my god, y/n, you should come!”

the smile drops off your face, an expression of pure shock left in its trail. “really?”

“i mean, as long as you’re down for it. it’ll be fun; a ton of people are gonna be there.” he gives you a little nudge with his elbow, and you feel yourself falling into his trap. it’ll totally be fun, won’t it? you think to yourself. you take one look at jisung and decide, yeah, it will.

“i’ll come.”

his smile is even wider than yours. “great; it starts at 9, but you can come whenever. and you don’t have to bring anything, just yourself.”

“i’ll probably come with kyungjoo, is that okay?”

“oh, that’s perfect!”

“that’s perfect!” kyungjoo tells you as she adjusts your outfit in the mirror. you would beg to differ, but you keep your mouth shut, because kyungjoo looks stunning herself- so if she thinks you look good, that must mean something, right?

you run your own hands down your outfit’s front. sheer material, sprinkled with baby blue glitter, covers you from your neck down to the middle of your thighs, and its sparkle almost distracts from the delicate white slip dress you wear underneath. kyungjoo passes you your shoes and steps away as you put them on, since they give you quite a few inches over her already shorter frame. “i don’t want to be seen next to you,” she jokes.

you head out of the dorms together, wrapped in jackets to protect not only yourselves, but also the shock factor of your outfits. you don’t want to give everything away just yet, especially not to any of the boys sitting out on their frat houses’ front porches because they think they’re too good for anyone’s parties but their own.

the few people on the front lawn turn a blind eye to you and kyungjoo, so you slip through the door without anyone noticing. inside, the air is heavy with the scent of alcohol and the sound of music. mentally, you start preparing a plan to split up with kyungjoo and search the place for jisung- the idea of not having anyone to attach yourself to makes you jittery, but jisung was the only reason you showed up, really, so you’d be damned if you didn’t find him, you have to find him, but you’re getting a little hot in your jacket, so you start to unzip it- and then you see him.

amongst the lazy sway of the party, his dash through the kitchen and into the foyer is hard to miss. that, and he runs straight into you. as he uses your shoulders to steady himself, he pushes your jacket off. you barely hear it hit the floor- time slows and your senses numb as you watch jisung give you what might be the slowest once-over of all time. “y/n,” he mumbles. his voice proves he’s more drunk than you expected him to be. “i’m glad you showed up.” it’s not a you look good, which is what your heart really wanted, but it’s a start- until it ends.

a wide-eyed blonde girl, someone you recognize as being a few years older than you, comes up behind him. “jisung,” she says, her voice like a siren’s song. he turns slow, too slow for her taste, and so she tugs his arm. “jisung,” she repeats, louder this time. this draws the attention of some of the people in the kitchen, and a boy from the football team comes out. “han!” he claps his hand on jisung’s back.

more people follow, and jisung’s eyes widen as he’s pulled in a dozen directions at once. under pressure, you let go of his hand. you didn’t even realize you had grabbed it, yet you missed the feeling of it as soon as it was gone. kyungjoo slips her hand into yours in jisung’s place, and drags you into the living room. “come on, we’re gonna have some fun!”

your idea of fun at the beginning of the night hadn’t been eavesdropping on the sorority girls’ game of never have i ever, but as time dragged on, you managed to trick yourself into thinking it was interesting- jiwon was there, at least, so you and kyungjoo had an excuse to hang around. eventually, she stood up and left the circle, saying something about getting more drinks for the group. “jiwonnie, can you get us some too?” kyungjoo pleads.

“i thought you weren’t drinking tonight,” you whisper to her.

“change of plans.” she gives you the same look she gives you when you talk about jisung, and you’re forced to nod.

jiwon enters the room again with what must be an armful of beers. she passes one to each girl seated on the floor, then hands one each to you and kyungjoo. you expect her to rejoin the sorority girls, but she climbs onto the sofa next to you. “y/n, i thought you’d be with jisung.”

“yeah, i thought i’d be, too,” you sighed, not meeting her eyes.

“yeah… he’s looking for you, actually.”

you nearly spit out your drink. “what? but he ran off with- with-”

“yuju.” jiwon finishes. “but that didn’t last long, he’s not that into her and she’s not that interesting, anyway. he’s looking for you, y/n.”

she’s begging the question, so you ask. “where is he?”

“outside, on the deck.”

you make your way across the house with the beer that you didn’t need and weren’t going to drink, finally feeling like you had a place at the party. when you spot jisung on the deck, he’s sitting on the railing, a spot next to him that looked as if it had been saved for you- your place.

“hey,” jisung greets you as you climb over the railing, guessing you’re just another sorority girl there to butter him up. but when he turns to look, you swear you can see his eyes sparkle from something that’s not the moonlight. “y/n,” he whispers.

“jisung.” you grin like a giddy schoolgirl, even though you know there’s lipstick staining your teeth and the slightest hint of alcohol on your breath.

“where were you?” he asks.

“i was with kyungjoo. you were with yuju, right?” you hope you’re wrong.

“yeah, for like, a minute. and then i came outside to wait for you.” he waited for you. the thought makes your heart jump, and then sink, as you realize you were the one that kept him waiting for so long, kept him with yuju, away from you.

“how was she?” you want to smack yourself as soon as the words pass your lips. you barely know yuju, all you know is no matter what jisung says about her, it’s going to upset you. your mind trails through dark hallways and crowds of people, thinking about jisung and yuju drinking, talking, laughing with each other, all while you were silent in the living room.

“fine, i guess… but i’d rather have been with you.” he pulls you into his side. you can feel it, you can see it, you can smell his cologne and just barely imagine what his lips would taste like, all while the world roars around you with a vigor that makes you feel small.

“sorry for keeping you waiting.” your voice is so soft you feel like it might get lost in the hum of the night, everything buzzing around you like you’re trapped in a lightbulb on the verge of blowing out.

“it’s okay, i’ve got all the time in the world.” his hand drifts up your side, tapping with his fingertips the same way you would touch a crystal glass. seconds that feel precious to you chip away from your body.

“do you really?” you blurt.

“yeah, do you not?”

“i mean, i wouldn’t say i do.”

“maybe you’ve got a little more time than you think.” there’s a cadence to his voice, which matches how he sways from the drinks he’s had. you look at him, slow, and he looks back at you, slower, with hair and eyes like molasses.

and then he crashes into you, sugary sweet and warm, and you feel yourself melting into him like it’s the only thing you have left to do. it’s the only thing you can think about, anyway, with it sticking in your mind so hard you feel like you’re reliving the same three second every time jisung pushes his lips against yours again. when he finally pulls away, you can barely catch up, leaving you with your shoulders drooping, your eyes half-lidded, licking your lips like there’s still something left on them, and you want it, bad.

“why’d you do it?” you ask, skipping over telling him how much you enjoyed it. there’s no way he doesn’t already know.

“i told myself i’d do it tonight.” he strains to keep his voice slow once again; the world inside his head moving far too fast after kissing you. “couldn’t wait any fucking longer.”

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Do you know why roosters crow every morning when the sun rises?

Seo Changbin x Reader

Word Count ~ 5.1k

Summary: “Maybe you should just admit to yourself that you are interested in Changbin before someone gets turned into a rooster."

Tags: percy jackson au, demigods au, son of Ares Changbin, daughter of Aphrodite y/n, kinda friends to lovers ish, son of Apollo Chan makes an appearance, I wrote half of a Shakespearean sonnet for this story because I have no self-control

Now, here is the thing about pretty person privilege. It's not like being someone who most people would consider to be aesthetically pleasing is giving you any huge advantages, but it certainly makes everyday life a little easier. Strangers are nicer to you, teachers grade you a little better on oral exams, people hold open doors for you. It's nice. And of course, that little bonus is only amplified when you are not only naturally pretty and charming but literally the child of the goddess of love and beauty. So yeah, there is that.

You try not to use it as an excuse to be a brat. Of course, you could go around and charming everyone around you into giving you pretty much whatever you want. If you wanted you could have any guy – or girl for that matter – wrapped around your little finger. You could have a new partner to flirt with any other day if you so pleased. But you prefer to not abuse your "powers". Love is something sacred. Something that should not be toyed with. You dislike the idea of flirting with someone just for the fun of it. Which is why even though there would be plenty of volunteers, you remain single. Unkissed even. You held hands with a guy in kindergarten once, but that's pretty much it. But you would lie if you said that you don't enjoy the attention on you at all times. Of course, it's nice to know that if you decided to pursue a romantic relationship the world would be completely open for you. That you could make pretty much anyone fall in love with you. That even those who don't have any sexual or romantic interest in you would still want to be your best friend. It's nice to be adored. It's nice to be everyone's darling. Well, everyone except for one person. Seo Changbin. That asshole.

You clearly remember your first encounter with him. It happened during your first summer in camp. You had just arrived there a couple of days ago and only recently learned of the real identity of your mother. The other children of Aphrodite had taken you in as one of their own right away. Even though some of them might be a bit superficial, some even bitchy, they are a nice group. Always willing to share skin care routines and fashion tips with each other or spend the night having cheesy sleepovers in the hut, staying up til dawn braiding each other's hair and playing twenty questions. Even now that everyone is back to their regular school life, you stay in contact with them through a group chat that is mostly just you guys sending selfies and then hyping each other up. They are spread all over the country and you just can't wait to meet them again next summer. Either way, back on topic. You met Changbin on the training grounds. Because where else would you meet a son of Ares? There are people that make it hard to figure out who their godly parent is, while others pretty much have it written all over them in bold letters. Changbin is of the latter kind. The first time you saw him you knew he was a child of Ares. Muscular arms, had apparently never heard of wearing a shirt and a wooden sword in his hand with which he was beating up some poor straw puppet. You glanced at him in passing, your hands filled with flowers that you just picked because one of your half-siblings had told you that he knew how to make really nice flower crowns out of fresh flowers and actually preserve them. You nodded into Changbin's direction quickly, he didn't even notice since he was way too busy beating up that puppet and you didn't bother with it. Back then you didn't even know his name and you didn't think much of the encounter. Then you heard the crack of wood and turned to notice that the idiot had broken his sword. The damn musclehead must have swung it too hard and literally snapped it in half. You didn't even know that it was possible and the sound startled you so much that you stopped, almost dropping your flowers. You heard him curse silently while he picked up the piece that had broken off. Then he started walking in your direction. Or rather the direction of the rack of wooden swords and light armour behind you, most likely to get himself a new training sword. And that's where he bumped into you. You let out a small shriek, this time dropping your flowers for real. Changbin looked at you as if he had only now noticed you standing there, so far he had been looking down at the pieces of broken wood in his hand while walking.

"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there", he mumbled. And then he just walked around you. The audacity. The absolute rudeness. He didn't even try to help you pick up the flowers. Didn't even look you in the eyes while apologising. So yeah, that moment you pretty much decided that this boy was a jerk and you haven't really changed your mind since.

To make matters worse you recently discovered that Changbin apparently lives in the same town as you do. And Fortuna must hate you for some reason because you just keep running into him at the most obscure of times and places. You go to the supermarket for some snacks and there he is inspecting protein bars. You go to the library to check out a romance novel and there he is looking through the health and fitness section. You are on your way back from school and walking through the park and there he is jogging past you. Sometimes you try to have a bit of small talk with him but most of the time you don't even bother. Because no matter how hard you try you can usually only get one word replies out of him and he's always on the run to somewhere more important or interesting than stopping to talk to you. And if he is oh so busy you sure won't hold him back. But it's irritating you. It's irritating but whenever you run into him you greet him nonetheless. Because – unlike some other people – you actually are polite. And yet most of the times he doesn't even really look at you. Yes, you are still pretty much convinced that Changbin is a jerk.

***

"Did you meet him again?", Chan, a son of Apollo and the only other halfgod in this area that you are friends with, asks before you have even set down your bag. He has a bunch of papers spread over the round table of your favourite coffee shop and you catch glances of poems and musical notations mixed in with some doodles here and there. You let out a loud sigh while you pull back the other chair and then just throw yourself into it not caring one bit how much you are slouching.

"He was jogging past me in the park this morning. I waved at him but he didn't even acknowledge me. That fucker had his airpods in. Just ran away from me", you complain. Chan just chuckles while he pushes a mug towards you, apparently, he took it upon himself to already order for you. You snatch it and grumpily gulp down some of the sugary drink.

"You really hate him, huh?", Chan muses. You almost spit out your drink.

"Me? Hating him? I think you are getting something mixed up here. He is clearly the one hating me. I try so hard to be polite and just make some casual conversation and he ignores me every time. I never did anything to him and he doesn't even look at me. He is so rude."

"Dunno, he seems friendly enough. We talked a couple of times at the gym", Chan says with a little shrug.

"You go to the same gym as him?", you half yell, a girl a few tables over looks up from her laptop and gives you a rather irritated look. You give her a sweet smile and for a moment she just looks a little stunned and confused before she goes back to whatever she was working on. But you lower your voice nonetheless. "I didn't even know you went to the gym at all."

"Gotta stay in shape for dancing and stuff", Chan replies with another small shrug. "But yeah, we go to the same gym. He's not the most talkative but he's actually nice. Had some nice small talk with him, he even came up to me a couple of times to ask me to spot for him."

"So what you're telling me is that he's actually nice and knows how to make conversation but still ignores me for no good reason at all? So my point still stands, he's a jerk and can gladly climb down to the underworld. I'd even row him over the Styx myself."

Chan laughs while he messes around with the papers on the table a little. Originally he asked you to meet up with him to get your opinion on this new song he's working on because who would be a better judge of a love song than a child of the goddess of love? But from the looks of it, there is far more stuff on the table than just sheet music and lyrics. Chan is always working on at least five different projects at the same time and somehow he juggles all of them and still manages a social life. He pays for it with lack of sleep though. Either way, he does pretty much anything even remotely artsy. A jack of all trades, master of... well, also basically all of them.

"Anyways, why are you even getting so worked up about it?", Chan asks curiously. "Don't tell me you are mad because he is the only guy not constantly swooning over you?"

Chan says it with a chuckle but the smile fades from his face when you actually stay silent and uncomfortably squirm in your seat a little.

"Oh, Zeus", he whispers softly. "This is like something straight out of a rom-com. The pretty popular girl gets interested in the dark mysterious boy because he is the only one not being blinded by her pretty looks."

"Shut up, you are way too romantic."

"Bold of you out of all people to say that." You have nothing more to reply to that and Chan gives you a knowing smirk. "But you know, it's actually funny that you'd be interested in a son of Ares. I mean, there is some history between your parents I guess."

"Oh please, not another mythology lesson", you groan while pretty much letting your whole upper body drop onto the table, arms splaying out over the papers and pouting up at him.

"It's not mythology, if that's a myth then we are too", he protests and you roll your eyes at him.

"I wish you were a myth."

"Oi, this myth just paid for your drink."

"Ugh, fine, tell your story then." You finally give in. Chan rolls his eyes at you but quickly changes back to his usual gummy smile. He leans towards you a little as if he has some juicy gossip to share and not some ancient story that happened centuries ago and that you probably heard about already but didn't deem important enough to remember.

"Apparently your mother and Ares had an affair at some point", he whispers and you raise your head immediately and scoot a little closer. Looks like this is some interesting myth after all. "They got caught though. By Helios. Now the funny part of the story is that apparently Ares set up a guard that was supposed to warn them. But the guard fell asleep and Helios caught them together. Later Ares cursed that guard dude and turned him into a rooster or something. So that's why they scream every morning when the sun rises. Either way, Helios told Hephaistos and he set up a trap to catch his cheating wife. So Hephaistos made this special net to catch them and the next time Aphrodite met up with Ares they get caught right in the act. Like literally caught in that net. And then a bunch of other Gods were invited over to look at them and make fun of them. And that's pretty much the whole story I guess."

"So what's the moral of it?", you ask. Chan shrugs once again.

"Don't ask me. But maybe you should just admit to yourself that you are interested in Changbin before someone gets turned into a rooster."

***

Returning to camp is always the best part of summer and you have been looking forward to this for months. Metting your half-siblings again is wonderful. You are greeted with hugs and stories about what all of them did since you last saw each other. Some of them have new partners now and of course, everyone in the Aphrodite hug is delighted to talk about relationships and dates and first kisses and everything else that comes with it. For a moment you contemplate telling them about your run-ins with Changbin but you know that some of them would blow the whole thing out of proportion and you really don't need that. You've been doing some thinking since you had that talk with Chan and you've come to the conclusion that you should really just stop letting it bother you. You managed to convince yourself that you are just upset that for once someone is not head over heels for you because you are so used to everyone liking you. And that is all there is to it. There is absolutely no other reason your thoughts keep circling around Changbin. He's just a bit of a jerk and it's probably best for you if you just ignore him. So that is exactly what you are going to do. You are going to enjoy this summer, spend it with your friends, make some good memories and waste not a single thought on Seo Changbin.

It works well. For about a week. Then the counsellors decide to do a goddamn tag team capture the flag kind of event. Everyone gets divided into teams and the teams are then split up into pairs that have to stay together. Partners get assigned randomly and apparently Fortuna is still very much upset about whatever you don't even remember doing to you. Because when you draw from a deck of cards and grab the ace of hearts the same card is in Seo Changbin's hand. So apparently you are tag team partners now. Great.

But you're going to make the best out of it. As usual, you walk up to him with a smile and greet him politely.

"Looks like we are teaming up, huh?", you say. Maybe you are overdoing it a little bit with the friendliness. Your voice sounds incredibly fake in your own ears and your forced smile is beginning to hurt. So you drop both. Changbin looks at you briefly and then just shrugs.

"Yes", is all he has to say about that. Before you could even get upset about it everyone is silenced by the counsellors explaining the rules. Apparently, they have hidden some kind of treasure marked by a flag in the team colours in the woods somewhere. Every team goes in one by one and they'll stop the time, the teams are divided up into teams to allow you to cover a large surface in less time. Also, there are traps. For some reason. After they are done explaining the first group gets sent into the forest and everyone else is pretty much free to do whatever they want while waiting as long as they stay close by. You turn to Changbin, thinking that maybe you can try to strike up a conversation with him but he is already gone. Fine. Be like that. You stomp off to look around for someone else to spend your time with. It's not like you're going to have a hard time with that. Pretty much anyone here would be more than happy to spend time with you. No reason to get hung up over the one person that doesn't. It's his loss, honestly.

About half an hour later the first group returns with their flag proudly. Changbin and you are part of the second team so it's your turn to go treasure hunting next. You sigh when you see him already standing at the edge of the forest. You join him without saying a word and when the time starts he heads straight into the woods without even checking that you are following. You almost stumble over your own feet while trying to catch up with him. For a few minutes, you just allow him to lead the way but after the third twig almost hits you in the face while you are stumbling through the woods you get fed up with it. With a few big steps, you catch up and grab him by the shoulders.

"Can you just slow down a bit?", you snap at him. Changbin turns around with a guilty look on his face but he turns his eyes away right away to look down at his feet.

"Sorry", he mumbles and maybe if he was anyone else you'd let him get away with just that but you have finally had enough of all of that.

"Why do you hate me so much? I have never done anything to you. What is your damn problem? All I ever did was try to be nice and all you ever do is ignore me. It's fine if you don't like me but could you at least stop being a total jerk? I'm also not really thrilled to team up with you but we have to make the best out of the situation so it would be very much appreciated if you could just talk to me for once."

"I-", Changbin starts but you cut him off. At this point, you are fuming and you don't even want an apology, you just want to tell him how much he is annoying you. Even though it's not primarily him that you are mad at. You are just as mad at yourself for getting so worked up over this situation. And you are mad at Chan because maybe that idiot has a point after all.

"You know what, nevermind, let's just get this over with as soon as possible so we can go back to not talking to each other", you say before you turn around sharply and begin walking into another direction. Changbin grabs your wrist from behind.

"Wait-", he says but you free yourself and spin back around.

"Don't touch me", you hiss while you take a step backwards... and fall. Several things happen at once. Changbin takes a step forwards and protectively wraps his arms around you while the ground gives in. You hear the snapping and whirring of strings being pulled and in the next moment you are pressed tightly against Changbins chest while both of you are wrapped up in a net that is now hanging just a bit above the ground.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry", Changbin stammers while fidgeting around to try and move away from you which only resorts in you two becoming more tangled up in the net and each other's limbs. "Sorry", he repeats one more time when he almost hits you in the face with an elbow before he finally stops moving around. Your face is pressed into his chest at this point, one of his arms still trapped somewhere behind your body the other awkwardly half wrapped around your neck half on top of your head. You are too stunned to even say anything and for the first time, Changbin is the one taking over the conversation with his nervous rambling.

"I'm sorry, I saw the string and I wanted to warn you, I'm so sorry. And then I just reacted. I thought I could grab you but now I've got us both tangled up here, I'm so sorry for messing this up. And for touching you like this. I kind of can't get away right now, I'm really sorry. And I- I don't hate you. I'm just shy because you are so pretty and now I've got us both trapped in this stupid net and I'm just so sorry about everything."

"Wait, repeat that last bit", you whisper. You try to free yourself enough to look up at Changbin but instead accidentally hit your forehead against his chin so you resort to just staying in your position again.

"I'm sorry for getting us trapped in this net", he mumbles.

"No, the part before that", you insist. With how close your face is pressed into his chest you can practically feel his heartbeat against your skin. It's like that of a small animal that has been captured. But part of you tells you that it's not fear that's making Chanbgin's heart race like that. "The part about you being shy because I'm pretty. What do you mean by that?"

"I- uh, I just get nervous whenever you talk to me. And then my fight or flight instinct kicks in and I just run away from you", he mutters. You can feel him squirm around uncomfortably but there is no way he can get away from you. His heart is beating so loudly in your ears and he accidentally almost squeezes you in his arms.

"Oh", you whisper. "I didn't know. But there is no reason to be nervous. I'm not going to bite you or anything."

You chuckle softly while trying to reach up one arm to softly pet his back. Instead, your hand lands on his hair somehow. You rest it there awkwardly and pet his head a couple of times. It's a little weird but at least you finally feel Changbin relax and he stops fidgeting around and getting you both tied up even more. He exhales with a loud sigh and you can pretty much feel his chest tremble.

"I'm sorry", he repeats again. For a moment both of you stay quiet. All you can hear are the sounds of the forest around you. And Changbin's heartbeat against your ear. Then he inhales shakily and speaks up again.

"When I was younger there was this girl at my school. She was really pretty and popular. I had a bit of a crush on her. And one day she came up to me during lunch break followed by some of her friends. She sat down next to me and started saying how she noticed that I was always looking at her and then she asked whether I liked her. And of course I said yes. She made a really disgusted face and then she and her friends started making fun of me. Kids can be awful."

"Oh", you breathe out softly against his chest. Your hand is still more or less tangled in his hair and you try to card your fingers through his hair in a sort of comforting way. It's surprisingly soft. "I'm sorry this happened to you. But I'm not like that. I'm not going to make fun of you. I really just wanted to be nice."

"I'm sorry", Changbin mumbles for the umpteenth time and you can't help but laugh softly underneath your breath.

"If you say sorry one more time I'm going to fight you. And now help me figure out a way to get us out of here."

You try pretty much everything from looking for something to cut the string with to Changbin trying to rip apart the net with his bare hands but nothing works. After about ten minutes of struggling another team from your group – they must have heard you from a distance – walks up to where you are hanging trapped in a net. The first thing they do is laugh about what idiot they are. The second thing is to head back to the camp to get someone to untie you. And while they are at it they also tell everyone in earshot that Changbin and you just got trapped in a rather suggestive hug together. So you have to deal with people making jokes about that for pretty much the rest of the summer. But it doesn't bother you one bit. Of course, you could act all demure about it and make it a point to stay away from Changbin after that as to not add fuel to the flames. But you end up doing pretty much the opposite. After the small incident, you begin spending more time with Changbin. Now that he doesn't run from conversations with you anymore you find that he's actually very nice to talk to. Well, he still isn't the most talkative person and he prefers letting you talk and just listening to what you have to say instead of adding too much of his own thoughts but he's nice. Also, as a stark contrast to his appearance, he's actually a total softie. He lets you put flowers into his hair, appreciates music and – after a while of you pestering him about it – admits that he has somewhat of a soft spot for cheesy teen romance dramas.

Summer passes like that. With you and Changbin occasionally spending time together just talking about things you like and doing the usual camp stuff. You cheer him in every time there is something sports related happening at camp and he spends lazy afternoons with you just listening as you ramble on and on about the main characters relationship of the book you are reading at the moment. Of course, other people – especially your other half.siblings – start questioning your relationship with Changbin. And you assure them time and time again that you are just friends with him. They roll their eyes at you but let it be and don't question it any further. And so do you. You don't question the way your heart skips a beat whenever Changbin sheepishly smiles at you. You don't question that sometimes when you put flowers in his hair you leave your fingers there for way longer than you would need to. You don't question that you feel all giddy and nervous when he notices you from afar and waves at you from a distance. It's ironic that you out of all people would be confused by all of this but no one ever said that being the child of Aphrodite comes with a manual on how to figure out feelings.

As usual summer comes to an end way too quickly. You are packing the last of your belongings while your half-siblings are busy either chatting with each other or trying to gather all their stuff in a hurry when suddenly someone knocks on the door to the hut. You don't even look up from your suitcase, knowing that someone else will probably check. Also, you are way too caught up with trying to figure out how you were able to perfectly fit all of your clothes into this suitcase at the beginning of summer but now it's suddenly full even though you still have several clothes spread all over your bed. You raise your head when you hear someone call for you from the direction of the entrance. The second you see Changbin standing there you stuff everything you have into your suitcase and slam it closed within a heartbeat. You rush to the door past a few giggling onlookers and stumble outside, slamming the door shut behind you.

"Not a good time?", Changbin asks hesitantly once you have caught your breath again.

"No no, it's fine", you force out as quickly as possible. "How about we walk for a bit?"

Without waiting for him to reply you set off to bring some distance between yourself and the hut. You can practically see the others pressing their ears against the door on the inside and you really don't need them to listen to this conversation. Even though there should be nothing to hide. You are just friends after all. Just pals being pals and talking about... normal friendship things. But still, the thought of you listening in on your conversation with Changbin makes you beyond nervous. You don't stop until you have brought quite some distance between you and the hut. Changbin catches up to you after having followed on your feet for the whole time that you were crossing pretty much half of the campground. He stops right in front of you and then shoves a folded piece of paper into your hands.

"Here, read it", he says. You look at him with a bit of confusion but he turns his face away shyly so you just unfold the piece of paper. Even just skimming over the words makes your face bright red.

"D-did you write that?", you stutter before you have even properly read half of it. But you know Changbin well enough to figure that he is usually not one to write love poems in the form of Shakespearean sonnets. There is no way this boy wrote lines like morning calls warn me from falling for you; and I tried running from you for so long; now I can no longer hide what is true; so goddess of love please let me be strong

"I had a bit of help with it", he admits with a flustered smile and you can perfectly imagine who exactly helped write that but you don’t comment on it. Instead, you look back down onto the paper. Read the words over and over again until Changbin softly clears his throat and makes you look up again. "So, uh, what I wanted to say... or rather ask was... would you- would you want to go watch that new rom-com with me? Next weekend? Just the two of us?"

"Are you asking me on a date?", you ask, softly and a little dumbfounded.

"Would you say yes if it was a date?", he asks back, shyly yet with determination.

"Yes, but promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"Don't run from me now", you whisper before you quickly cup his face with your hands and plant a small peck onto his lips.

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dreamiehan · 5 years

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⇥ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 + 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘶

⇥ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⇥ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘥𝘫 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵.

“Absolutely not,” you groaned, dodging all attempts at Jisung trying to grab your wrist as the two of you made your way across campus.

This was the one Friday night you were finally free and you didn’t want to spend it being stuck behind a sound booth.

Every Friday night on campus Jisung and his two friends would perform for open mic night at a cafe across the street.

The vibes were chill, and their music was lit but since the three of them were kind of popular, it always results in a body to body sweat show.

Frustrated with his persistence, you whipped around bringing both of your hands to the sides of his face.

“Han Jisung, no means no!”

He whined again, trying to make it sound like you were breaking his heart.

“But Y/N we’re supposed to be best friends,” he argued, moving your hands and placing one in his.

“We are best friends,” you continued, dragging him along with you. “But that doesn’t mean I’m your call girl anytime you three need a DJ.”

The two of you have been best friends since high school, his other two friends, Chan and Changbin have always been there as well but you and Jisung were inseparable.

It was the love of music that kept you guys together.

You both decided on the same university, as you two majored in music production. Personally, you always preferred to be where ever the sound board was.

You found comfort in spinning tracks and switching up beat drops when the crowd was least expecting it. It was more addicting than any drug.

You found you’re euphoria in sound.

Jisung however, chose the performance route.

It started out as a semester project but the three boys ended up forming a little group by the name of 3racha, kind of corny but it was their thing.

And they were really good at it.

Refusing to give up, Jisung kept at it and now the two of you sat in your shared campus apartment as he was still trying to convince you to be their DJ for tonight.

“And what exactly do I get out of it, if I do decide to go?” You asked, daring to give him some hope that you might say yes.

“I’ll buy you Starbucks for a week”

He was so quick to bribe you with coffee that you immediately laughed out loud.

“You and I both know that you can’t afford a weeks worth of Starbucks, I can’t even afford that.”

He nodded feverishly, knowing that his music has yet to pay the bills and Starbucks was a rich mans treat, atleast for you two.

You worked part time to help pay most of the expenses but Jisung didn’t. Not because he didn’t want to but because with school and the whole 3racha thing he had going for him, it took up most of his time.

You were very supportive of his dream to become a performing artist so it never bothered you. Well, until he was trying to drag you out of the house like tonight.

“Well how about this,” Jisung spoke, smushing into your figure on the corner of couch. “You DJ for for us tonight and I’ll buy the new soundboard you’ve been wanting.”

“Your birthdays on Saturday anyway right?” He added.

Your brows furrowed together, was he being serious? You two clearly just decided that a weeks worth of Starbucks was out of the question and now he was trying to buy you a new soundboard.

“No no— no way” you said, playfully pushing him away from you. “That thing is like four hundred dollars.”

The fact that he even recalled you needing a new one was more than enough to shock you.

More than half of time the poor boy was so busy that he would forget things like eating or even drinking water, but it warmed your heart hearing that all time you spent complaining up till now didn’t go unheard.

You glared at him cheekily.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you but since you’re so desperate to be around me, I guess I owe it to you.”

“Oh please,” He replied, moving up from his spot. “I see you everyday, it’s Changbin and Chan that miss you so damn much.”

Your heart raced.

Not because you had the three most slightly annoying friends in the world.

But because the super loud boy, with the cutest cheeks you’d ever seen remembered your over dramatic need for a new sound board.

That night, not even thirty minutes into their set and the familiar feeling of why you hated being on DJ for the boys stuck to your body like the sweat on the back of your neck.

Your headphones were hurting your ears and despite their “sound proof” feature, there wasn’t a single scream from the girls in the crowd that was sound proofed.

The three of them had spent most of their time cracking jokes and flirting in between songs and honestly you were ready to drop at any moment.

Jisung looked back you at smiling, knowing you were feeling exhausted by the half assed thumbs up you returned.

Taking a breather, you took a step back and placed your head phones next to the sound board to take in the atmosphere.

“Unfortunately,” Chan spoke, gripping his mic while placing it back in the stand. “We only have one more song left for you guys tonight.”

The crowd responded with a variety of “oh no’s” and “one more song!” but that didn’t phase him.

“But before we go,” he continued, “We have an special announcement for someone who means the absolute world to us.”

Before you could even process what was being said, Jisung was at your side pulling you away from your sound haven and into the center stage.

You stood, facing the crowd uncomfortably but the insecurity of you looking pretty gross from standing next hear producing music equipment all night was more than enough to send your anxiety overboard.

“This is our DJ, (Y/N)” Changbin explained.

You waved at the crowd and they waved back, both ends pretty unsure as to what the point of all this was.

“She’s been with 3racha since before we even had a name, helping us produce beats, songs, and making sure we don’t starve throughout the night.”

You laughed at and so did the crowd. Recalling all of the countless night you made food runs for those three. Just thinking back to it made your wallet cry but for them, it was worth it.

Finally it was Jisung’s turn to speak. He raised his mic and intertwined his hand with the one that was holding yours.

Truthfully you couldn’t take all this attention, you wanted to bolt out of the cafe and back into the comfort of your bed, but you stood frozen.

“Tomorrow is (Y/N)’s birthday. The past couple of years when the four of us had celebrated it, it had been pretty lame. We always wanted to do something making for her and thankfully for all of you fans and the dedication you’ve shown us, we were finally able to do that something for her.”

Suddenly the room was filled with song, a bunch of off key people including your three best friends singing you happy birthday and the new sound board you had been wanting for the past year.

You didn’t expect this, or even felt like you deserved it. For you, just being with these three was always more than enough.

Jisung handed his mic off, and grabbed your other free hand making you face him.

Tears were streaming down your face but he still had that dorky gummy smile.

“For the past three years, you have made me the happiest person alive, you have motivated me when I wanted to give up, stood by me and my two best friends during the hardest times of our life, and never complained,” he paused, “well for the most part.”

You were pretty sure you laughed but you couldn’t hear anything over the sound of your own heart beat.

In front of hundreds but his words were meant for you.

“I want to make you happiest person too, I like you a lot— well I always have but honestly I just want to kiss—“

You didn’t even give him the chance to finish before your lips met his.

For some odd reason this felt like the ending to some overly unrealistic romance movie. The way you held your breath during the kiss, the typical clapping and loud chants from the crowd, and the cheeky remarks from your two best friends that stood behind you.

The way Han Jisung looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the universe.

This was definitely better than all thirty two times you had seen ‘The Notebook.’

You pulled back breathless, eyes lost in Jisung’s, not sure what move to make next but he beat you to it.

“I was scared you weren’t going to like me back but mostly, I was terrified you we’re going to be super mad at me for the sound board gift.” He spoke carefully, staring down at his dirtied converse.

You pulled him closer, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“Oh, I’m pissed but we can discuss that after you kiss me again, please.”

Maybe being the call girl DJ wasn’t so bad after all.

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MGA SEASON 5: THE GRAND FINALE STARTS NOW!

It’s the start of the end. After nearly two months of airing, the grand finale has finally arrived. At the start, there were 100 hopefuls, and now only 20 of the best contestants remain and fight for the title of winner. Only one group may take on that title and now it is time to see what they have to show us for it. The episode starts live at 9pm sharp and as the audience cheers live, so do the people at home.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the grand finale of the Mnet Global Auditions Season 5!” It’s the assigned MC, Hong Jinwoo, who greets the public and, in return, they all cheer in excitement. “It’s been a long road here, but we got to learn a lot and see a lot during it. Many left us along the way, but they also left their impression in everyone’s hearts at home. Tonight, our 20 finalists will have to give their best and show what they got to be called the very best. Before starting, let us please greet our lovely judges!”

The man points over to the five chairs filled with known faces. With each name he mentions, the judge stands and greets the public around them. “Nova Entertainment’s CEO Hyun Bin! Royal Entertainment’s CEO So Jisub! KT Entertainment’s CEO, Katie Lee! TRC Entertainment’s CEO Tiger JK! And Sphere Entertainment’s CEO, Baek Jiyoung!” Beautiful text appears below their image to introduce themselves to whoever was watching, but these are figures anyone tuned in should already know.

“All of our finalists worked very hard during this week,” the MC continues. “Before they get on the stage, why don’t we show you what they were up to during practice? Check it out!” The man points to the camera and, while the images appear on the big screen on the stage for those watching there, the same scenes show on everyone’s TV screens at home.

It’s the same order people are used to. The building on the screen is that of Sphere Entertainment. Inside, there are only four contestants. It’s only them are the three coaches and… cupcakes. “It’s Jinwook’s birthday!” Jinki says as they each grab a cupcake for themselves and when the camera zooms on the birthday boy, candles fly around his head. But there isn’t much time for commemoration. Instead of jumping into an impromptu ‘Happy Birthday to You’ performance, KAND DANIEL decides to start things off. “Can I say something?” He asks, and his teammates allow him to.

“It’s about last round, and what the judges said.” A quick flashback shows their previous performance and a few of Tiger JK’s words to them. “We believed yours took a step away from what is normally thought of when people think of Sphere. You didn’t give us much more than what already came with the song.” The CEO says before it returns to the practice room. “Truthfully, I agreed with everything they said, and I worried about it all before performance day, too. I should’ve spoken up about it before, so I wanted to apologize for that.” DANIEL continues with a cupcake in hand. “It was my direction that put my trio team in danger and sent my teammate home, and I didn’t want that to be the case again. I want to do better this time!”

“I know I mentioned it last week, but what about a mashup?” His crowd doesn’t look too appeased, but the boy continues on. “Hear me out, okay! We can choose two songs with easier dances because I think everyone but WOOJIN will struggle learning two dances.” Jinwook cuts him off. “There’s something I’ve been working on, actually. We can use that so we already have a head start and don’t have to dedicate so much time to it if everyone wants?” With a newly found light, people finally seem to agree. “Yeah! That would be really cool!” DANIEL says. “It fits the Sphere concept if it was a Sphere idol that made it, right?”

From his corner, WOOJIN shoots them a question. “What are we going to do about choreography?” After a small pause, DANIEL suggests something. “It would be cool if we could include elements of choreography from the other dances too.” The dancer doesn’t look too convinced by his words. “Maybe, if you can learn the dances fast enough.” On the other side, JUHO speaks up. “DANIEL, we can learn the choreography together once WOOJIN has sorted out the parts. It might help things move faster if we can both help each other during the process.” With everything decided, the team gets to work.

While the team gets to work on sorting parts, WOOJIN steps off to learn the choreographies, as he had done in the weeks before. The rest of the team joins him later on and they all dance along to different songs, but the mashup itself is saved to be played only on their grand stage.

“To show what they prepared,” the MC appears on the stage and the quiet silence from the practice room changes into the cheering of the live audience, “please welcome our Team Hollywood!” The first four finalists make their way to the stage: KANG DANIEL, MIYAWAKI SAKURA, BAEK JUHO, and PARK WOOJIN. They stand there for a moment wearing brightly colored sunglasses. The stage is properly decorated with tropical vibes including blow-up palm trees.

They take off their glasses and put them in their pockets before the instrumental starts to play. It’s WOOJIN who starts singing the first lyrics, followed by DANIEL. With a mashup, it also allowed for him to intercalate his lines while JUHO sings the one from a different song. It’s SAKURA who comes in next to introduce yet another song, all tied in together. While he had already sung before, DANIEL also raps along with SAKURA. WOOJIN takes over the final dancer center and then the other members slowly sing the last few lines from DANIEL to JUHO, and then SAKURA. They hold their pose for a moment before reaching for their sunglasses, then putting them all back on in unison, turning and strutting back stage.

The camera moves into Nova’s practice room as the coaches are about to give their feedback following the last episode’s results. Sunmi is the first to talk as she scribbles on her notepad.“Okay, so not only where you guys clocked for the ambitious choreography it was also subpar of expectations. now not only do we need to meet expectations but we have to exceed them.” And despite ranking fifth last episode, instead of looking gloomy, the group seems determined to show they could be more impactful and do much better during the finals. After some time brainstorming, they decide to go with an angel and demon concept for their Nova performance. They settle for a remade version of Paradise Lost mixed with B.A.P’s 1004 hoping to highlight their strengths and choose to add an intro to develop a story. While it looks challenging to find a good way to make it all work, they can count with the coaches’ insights and experience. Sunmi helps with the skit and suggests choreography aspects, Sungyeol provides extra ideas for stage setups and effect and Seungwan mixes the song with her own flair to make it stand out.

During one of the practice sessions of 1004, YEWON pulls KENTA aside and apologizes to him. “I’m sorry too, that we didn’t do well. I don’t think there’s much we could’ve done better except gone for a different song, but… still. And I can understand why you were frustrated with me last week, but I hope you’ve changed your mind since!” He says. “I’m glad you get to have a bigger role in both of our songs. You’re too talented not to shine as much as you can on our last stage.” With this, they return to practice and the honest conversation proves to be a good remedy to improve their teamwork. With only two vocalists now, Seungwan continues sharing her expertise with JACKSON and KENTA, giving exercises and tips. “When practicing high notes, remember to use sounds that go outward. Ah!” She demonstrates as she gestures for them to repeat after her. "You may laugh, but that’s actually a good sound to make.” She smiles. “You can practice by being angry with me. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.” After some sessions, KENTA seems to project his voice better.

The contestants continue to receive the coaches' advice through the week and CHANGBIN approaches Seungwan to revise the lyrics he wrote. After studying it for a second, the coach informs she's going to consult some friends. It’s And*roma’s CHAEYOUNG who answers the phone and tells the boy to go over the rap so she could hear it, giving positive feedback to him. On the other hand, coach Sunmi doesn’t seem happy with their song choices when she returns to check their progress. “I’ve looked over everything and was filled in on your ideas and reasons behind them but I just wanted to let you guys know I feel like your first choice for Nova isn’t really a Nova song at all.” She says, but it seems too late to make drastic changes. Although disagreeing with their choices, the coach still helps to choreograph the dance opening, making good use of the skillsets of the members so that the dance wasn’t too difficult and more creative.

An ominous instrumental starts and YEWON, KENTA and CHANGBIN are seen kneeling on stage with bibles open in their hands. They mouth something as if they were reciting hymns and keep a blank expression on their faces. Is JACKSON who appears behind them with a sinister look on his face and takes off his cloak before their song starts. KENTA also throws his cloak and Bible off to the side and reveals his all-black outfit before he gets center-stage and does a solo dance that looked like he was playing piano, the expression still strong. The other two left behind throw aside their Bibles and cloaks, then get into formation and JACKSON sings the first verse. KENTA shows his vocals and the group manages to keep up with the choreography. CHANGBIN opens the rap portion following the chorus, letting YEWON shine with her powerful rap before returning to showing what he was known for. JACKSON’s high notes create more impact when they sing the chorus again and church bells can be heard, the red fog becoming red as they transition to another song. The instrumentals give off a different vibe as YEWON dances. The whole stage lights up as KENTA sings and they lift the girl up. Another dance break is performed by the dancers, followed by rap and then high notes in the background. Toward the end, CHANGBIN and KENTA take off their black tops and reveal white clothes underneath. The instrumental ends the performance and fades out beautifully.

The camera zooms and the scene changes to the designated practice room inside TRC. With only four of them now, their spirits seem shaken as they gather for the first time to talk about their plans for the final. “Well, I was disappointed of course.” LEE CHAERYEONG says during her interview when asked about the results last week. “It hurt a bit. Is it bad that I took the words the judges said personally?” KANG HYUNGGU admits. However, the group looks determined to show a better side of themselves to the public and discuss different ideas they would like to incorporate into the performance. Coach Jinsoul points out they should keep their strengths in mind as they share their thoughts, and CHOI MINHO presents a rough copy of a mashup he’d had before to the others. There are disagreements about whether they should do it or not, but in the end, they agree with a mashup for TRC stage. Once again, they decide to join forces and work on the choreography together. Another clip of HYUNGGU’s interview appears again. “We’ll prove to you that we’re not boring this week, judges.” The boy says with a serious expression.

Even when there’s visible progress, it’s Doyeon who notices something different in MINHO and approaches him later. The boy opens up about the loss of contestants that became friends and his current situation. “I know people are tired of hearing about it, yeah? That I’ve been on the show before… but it’s different this time. The pressure’s different. The stages are different. The people— I didn’t lose this many friends last time. Seeing ‘em get eliminated, it’s…” He tells her and the coach gives her piece of advice before joining the other coaches again and letting the male focus on practice. The coaches continue to give them some pointers through the day, especially on singing and stage presence. "Doyeon and Jinsoul did their best to guide our singing. They checked on us, kept our spirits up, but made sure to give us constructive criticism. The three of our coaches were so supportive and I think everyone needs that. Being on the MGAs or not.” MINHO tells the interviewer. HWANG YEJI is the next to share her thoughts on them. “Jinsoul was really very helpful and motivating when it came to my singing? She gave me such good advice and upped my confidence a lot. Doyeon was also very nice and helpful, she’s also so pretty, i’m shocked. Then SANA as well, I am really grateful to all their advice these two weeks.”

More scenes of their practice time are highlighted, showing them tweaking and making adjustments for the choreography and lyrics. On Sunday, YEJI storms out of the practice room without explanation and surprisingly returns with food for everyone. “Is anyone hungry?” She asks and the team shares Korean BBQ to get some energy for the next round of practice. CHAERYEONG appears practicing her facial expressions after getting a few tips from the coaches. HYUNGGU brings another round of energy drinks and snacks as they discuss how to make the performance stand out, throwing more ideas for the stage and team name. “Lucifer,” HYUNGGU suggests once the concept of angels vs. demons comes up, but they settle with Sirius. "I think our creativity is overflowing this week and you’ll want more. I think we’ll get another episode then?” MINHO says shares in the middle of the week. “I personally think it looks promising. The song choices are more ambitious and interesting and their ideas are definitely bolder than what they prepared last week, so it has potential to impress the audience and the judges.” Doyeon gives her opinion. On the other hand, Jinsoul shares her concerns. “Honestly, I was worried about the song choice. There aren’t so many singers in our team, and since we had Nova as our other concept well… you know how their dancers are, but MINHO has a great tone when he’s singing, and they put together really interesting performances with a theme and a storyline and everything, so I think it’ll be good.”

The video comes to an end and the audience warmly welcomes the following group with louder cheers as they make their way to the stage. The girls are wearing elegant flowy white shirts and angel wings while the boys show a different side with their black and red suits, a glimpse of the concept they chose for the stage. “Shining bright!” HYUNGGU calls out and they all shout “We are Sirius!” in unison. After they’re done with introductions, they move to take their places. The lights dim and the stage is completely black, building the expectation for what’s coming.

When the beat starts playing, spotlights reveal the four sitting on contrasting sides of the stage in thrones. The left side is more ethereal while the right one shows the opposite vibe. White feathers trail behind the girls as they stand to walk to the center and black ones are left on the ground where the boy once was. When they meet center-stage, pyrotechnics are added and YEJI starts the song with clear vocals. As they dance and sing, the group also tells a story of demons trying to make the angels fall for them, a constant push and pull. HYUNGGU steps forward during his part, along with MINHO, as they offer roses to the girls, but they toss them aside. They showcase a self-choreographed routine and CHAERYEONG continues to prove she’s also a talented rapper. Who surprises is MINHO, singing the verse and showing a set of moves from MYNAME’s Paradise. The feathers, the red apple, the interactions, and facial expressions support the story they’re telling as the song progresses. YEJI sings the chorus and HYUNGGU is responsible for the adlibs, flames flaring up with each mention of fire and creating an intense atmosphere on stage. MINHO returns with a rap portion. Leading to the end of the performance, HYUNGGU sings and the boys reveal their intentions and replace the flower crowns the girls had for one with black roses. It’s MINHO who’s in charge of the last line.

Another company appears on the screen, this time it is KT. The four contestants sit together in the room and YUKHEI hands each girl a cup of coffee. The mood is clearly more subdued this time as things all turn towards the end. At least they appear focused on the mission and choose a song quickly. They’ll follow the story they started the previous week. SIA suggests the storyline and the rest help add onto it. NAKYUNG gives the idea of making the stage look like a secret hideout, YUKHEI adds the idea of using a couch and YURI of decorating the area with chain-link fences.

They still struggle a bit with some other sorts of details. A team name doesn’t come as easily so they decide to call for some help. The screen shows scenes of Eclipse of the KTWorld Concert, and the text below it says that the idol coaches couldn’t stop for help due to their schedules. Back in the practice room, the contestants are all crowded around SIA as she holds onto her phone in front of her face. They all sport their best begging faces and puppy eyes. On the other side of the line comes the voice of Minji who is illustrated by a picture of herself on the bottom of the screen.

As a savior, the idol suggests ‘Black Widow’ as the name for their group, and they all appear to agree with it. They all say their goodbyes and it shows the end of the day. On the morning after, YURI gets there the earliest. She has a number of cupcakes in front of her as well as some coffee orders beside her. SIA arrives after her, and YURI shouts out. “Happy birthday, SIA-unnie! I hope you enjoy it— I made the cupcakes fresh and frosted it, piped everything myself. But it was worth it for you!” The birthday girl looks surprised. “I- I didn’t realize you knew it was my birthday,” she admits. “You’re too good to me, you know that, YURI?” They hug each other before the screen changes back to the stage.

“And now,” the MC says, “let’s welcome our KT group, Black Widow!” The four make their way to the center before doing their group greeting. NAKYUNG is the one to start it. “When cupid fails, we are-” and then all the girls point their hands as finger guns at YUKHEI and he puts his hands up in a surrender pose “Black Widow.” Once they’re done with their individual introductions, they move over to their starting positions. Before any song can start, the stage goes dark.

A clip of their performance last week plays on the screen behind them showing all five of the original members. When the song dies off, JIEQIONG’s voice, the contestant eliminated last week, says “The story isn’t over.” From then, their song of the week starts to play. YURI starts by vocalizing over the instrumental, followed by a few lines from YUKHEI. SIA is the one who takes the actual first verse. The dance is a bit demanding to those not exactly trained in dancing, but they keep up. When it gets to the bridge, they repeat the same movement from their introduction, but this time with YURI singing in the middle. Before the song can pick back up again, NAKYUNG comes out with the highlighted short rap. They all turn their backs in the end and walk away.

The final place appears on the screen: Royal Entertainment. The last four finalists are sitting together trying to come up with ideas when the door opens and their coach, Cheri, appears with an ice cream cake in her hands. SUWOONG hurries over to help her with a smile. The smile quickly disappears when the cake tips over and falls to the ground. KYUNGSOO stretches his arms but stands too far to reach, HEEJIN and YOUNGJAE freeze in shock. Suddenly, Ella and Wonwoo walk in with a new cake and the contestants sport a new expression of shock.

They dig into their second cake, commemorating their win from the previous week. Despite the delicious lunch, the finalists are soon put to the test. To prepare themselves for their performance, Ella insists that they must practice their squats. Cheri instead suggests they should harmonize while doing squats to make sure they’ll be completely prepared when on the stage. The four proceed to do as they’re told, sweating while trying to sing. Once they’re done, SUWOONG throws himself on the ground. “Coach Ella just wants to see us suffer, doesn’t she?”

However, on the following day, SUWOONG is the one dragging KYUNGSOO behind the door on a sprint. “Quick, hide! I think that’s Cheri’s footsteps… shh!” They wait quietly, but the one who walks in is HEEJIN. He quickly recruits the girl to join them and soon there are three people trying to hide behind a door. “We’re going to get them back,” SUWOONG says “You do know you’re not exactly quiet, even when you try to be, right?” HEEJIN says, but they continue with the plan. When the door opens again, they shout a loud “Boo!” The one coming in is YOUNGJAE, who lets out a loud shriek while retreating to a corner of the room. “Don’t do that!” He whines while hitting SUWOONG’s chest. Soon, the boy is recruited as well, and the four of them wait for their coaches to arrive.

When the door opens again, they all shout once more. Both Ella and Cheri squeak. SUWOONG is laughing away while KYUNGSOO and YOUNGJAE walk over to check if the two are doing well. They apologize constantly afterward and then get back to practice. They are shown back doing squats, and maybe they feel some regret from pranking the coaches back. With this, the show is back live on the stage. The MC smiles at the camera before speaking. “Representing Royal, welcome the Royal Flush!” The contestants walk over to the center and start to introduce themselves. “We are Royal Flush!” They greet before bowing with unison. They introduce themselves individually before getting into their positions.

They’re either seated or lying down. The stage is decorated with beautiful flower sets and the camera zooms in on those before the song starts. KYUNGSOO is the first to sing, followed by SUWOONG. They go over their squat choreography as they had so intensely practiced before YOUNGJAE takes it away with their lines. HEEJIN is the one who delivers the high note, as expected from the chosen best singer on the early episodes. They all shout together and confetti shoots out from above them. With their final pose, the confetti continues to fall as if they were white petals, ending their stage.

It takes a few moments with them standing on their place before the camera moves to someone else, the MC. “Weren’t those some great performances?” The crowd cheers loudly. “Which one was your favorite?” They all shout different names, but it’s tough to point anything out with 3000 people present. “Well, but that wasn’t the end quite yet! Today, to make this finale special, the groups prepared two performances, each with a different concept. Would you like to know which ones they were assigned?” The audience replies with a loud ‘yes!’ and the man chuckles. “We’ll gladly show you… after the commercials! Don’t change your channel we’ll be right back!”

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