#chanhee fluff
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caught in the loving act?!
(98 line) when he hears you talking about them fondly
genre: flirting, shy juyeon, everyone is flirty juyeon's just a big loser. kissing, hugs, smiles all around!
notes: i don't have much to say, just know that i am literally about to fall asleep ^.^
word count: 1.3k
juyeon
You were calling your friend on the phone in another room. You were so immersed in your conversation, that you didn’t hear his knocking on the door.
He sighed at the lack of response. He wanted to ask you what show you wanted to watch later for your scheduled movie date night. But with no answer, he decided to open the door. But, he froze when he heard his name.
“Isn’t he the cutest? People always say he looks intimidating, but they don’t actually know just how cute he is,” You rambled on and on, your legs kicking on the bed excitedly. “Like how clingy he is? He’s really clingy. And also pouty, especially when you tease him.” You let out a sigh. “I love him so much.”
Then, you looked at the time.
“I have to go,” You giggled. “i have a date with the love of my life.” You hung up and stood up. When you turned around, you were met with the sight of him staring at you shyly. He couldn’t even look you in the eye, his cheeks flushing. “Hi, Juyeonie?” You titled your head. Then your lips curled up mischievously. “Did you hear me talking about you?” You eyed him coyly.
He blushed even more.
“Yes…” He mumbled, looking down at the floor as he shifted. He let out a sudden whine. “But did you have to expose my habits just like that? It’s– embarrassing.”
You laughed and nodded, pulling him into a hug as you looked up at him. “Of course. I think your habits are the cutest.”
“But only you’re supposed to know about them.” Juyeon huffed with a pout. “Now the whole world knows.”
“Don’t be sulky.” You poked his cheek. “You’re too cute when you’re sulky.”
He whined again, making your eyes soften. “But I only want you to see this side of me.” He frowned, eyebrows furrowing.
“Okay, okay, fine.” You soothed him, brushing his hair out of his face in which he melted into your touch. “My big baby. Only for me.”
“That’s right.” He crossed his arms before pulling you into a heart-stopping kiss.
kevin
He wandered the house, tidying up random things and letting out occasional sighs of boredom. But suddenly, he heard your voice from across the apartment shouting. He was definitely worried as he rushed over to check on you. The door was slightly ajar and he could see that you were video-calling your friend.
He gasped, his cheeks immediately feeling hot. You were holding one of his artworks.
“Isn’t it so amazing?” You yelled excitedly. You kicked your feet with adorable giggles. “My boyfriend is such a great artist. I love him. Look how good this one is…” You pulled out another artwork. But what Kevin noticed was how gently you handled the canvases, which made his heart melt.
“Another one!” You beamed.
Your friend clapped briefly before giving you a worried look. “Y/n, maybe just calm down a bit.”
“No–” You shook your head stubbornly. “I have to show you another one–” Your words were interrupted when you heard the door creak open from behind. You whipped around to see him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he wore a fond smile.
“She’s right. Maybe take a deep breath?” He smiled.
Your body went rigid. “K-Kevin?”
“Hi, love.”
You hadn’t noticed your friend hang up already.
“What were you doing just now?” He laughed, approaching you, almost making you want to shrink with mortification.
“I was… showing your art…” You muttered.
“Really? Because as far as I know, that art was made specifically for you.”
“Was it?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. He pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. “Is the art pretty?”
“Of course it is.”
“Then the art was made for you. Since you’re beautiful.” He caressed your cheek.
You stammered, unable to come up with a response. Instead, you opted for burying your flushed face in his chest.
chanhee
It wasn’t often that your friend came over, so it was natural for you to be excited to see her again. The two of you went off to talk and have fun in another room as Chanhee kept to himself, scrolling through his phone with music playing in the background. But over the music, he could hear you speak his name. He tilted his head in confusion as he walked over the room.
He saw that the two of you were looking at the computer. Specifically, online shopping on a popular website.
“What about this one?” Your friend asked, pointing at the screen.
You stared at it for a second before shaking your head. “No. It has to be perfect.”
Your friend whined. “We’ve been looking for twenty minutes already.”
“If I’m trying to get a gift for him, it has to fit him,” You explained with a serious expression. “He’s already perfect! Something pretty, nice, and adorable… just like him.” You looked up at the ceiling with lovesick eyes.
Your friend rolled her eyes. “You’ve unbelievably whipped.”
“I am,” You sighed. “I’m in love with him.”
When your friend left, you decided to start cleaning up the mess that you two made. But suddenly, someone attacked you from behind, into a firm back hug. You immediately knew who it was, with his typical perfume and all. His chin was hooked over your shoulder as he peppered kisses all over your cheek.
You giggled. “What’s this for?”
“I don’t need a gift.” He whispered. “You’re all I need.”
You froze. “You heard everything?”
“Mhm.” He smiled. “Thank you for being so sweet.”
“Well, because it’s precisely you.”
He hummed in agreement. Then he kissed you again, this time longer and deeper. “I’m in love with you too.”
“Glad the feelings mutual,” You laughed.
“But what if I’m even more in love with you?” He challenged, smiling brightly.
“Oh, we’re making this a competition?”
changmin
You were currently on a video call with a family member and Changmin just happened to walk by. He was about to mind his own business when he heard you start yelling with frustration. He widened his eyes in fear that you were actually getting into a serious argument so he opened the door and peeked in.
“Are you seriously saying that he looks like a squirrel?” The younger boy on the screen looked at you skeptically.
“Yes!” You exclaimed.
“Uh…” He glanced down for a second before pulling up a hideous picture of a squirrel, mid-bite on his phone. “This is your man?”
You groaned, putting your head in your hands. “Why do you always pick the ugly pictures? Changmin is cute. A cute squirrel. Have you seen his cheeks when he eats? I want to squish them.”
“Jeez…” The boy rolled his eyes. “In love much?”
You snorted. “Like you would know.”
He gasped. “Woah. I’m blocking you.” And then he hung up. You fell against the back of your chair in disbelief.
“He actually hung up...”
“A squirrel, you say?” Your boyfriend appeared behind you, smiling cheekily.
You widened your eyes. “Changmin? How long were you– Where’d you come from?”
“Straight from your heart.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Okay, wow that’s cheesy.”
“Says the one who wants to squish my cheeks.”
You whined, “In my defense, you weren’t supposed to hea–” But he suddenly cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss.
When he pulled away, he raised an eyebrow attractively. “Why don’t you call me cute to my face?”
“Why should I?”
“So I can kiss you breathless.”
“Really?” You smirked. You waited for a moment before leaning in and whispering into his ear. “Cutie.”
He laughed, his eyes darkening. “Oh, you better get ready.”
“Ah, I’m so scared.” You sarcastically joked. But then you yelped when he dove in and started kissing you with so much passion, you were in fact: breathless.
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𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬
model!choi chanhee x fem!assistant!reader
you were just supposed to be his assistant, but at some point, you'd come to mean a lot more to him.
6.4k words (WHOOPS my hand slipped), technically s2l, fluff, angst if u squint, slight pining?, kissing, model stuff and first world problems 😔✨, like one curse word, barely proofread
a/n: istg it wasn't supposed to be like this ;-; it would have been longer but i got impatient </3
Choi Chanhee once made a girl cry because she had forgotten his phone in the car. In his defense, he hadn't gotten much shuteye the night prior, but Kevin liked to always remind him of that instance.
They said that was the first, true moment the tabloids began painting him in a new light.
'Choi Chanhee, Model-zilla, Hits the Streets of Paris for Fashion Week Once Again'. 'Choi Chanhee's Ex-assistants Come Forward with Shocking Experiences'. 'Satin or Silk: the Truth Behind New's Refusal to Wear Alexander McQueen'.
The last one didn't even make sense; Alexander McQueen only used silk, anyway, and Chanhee had walked in one of his shows a few years ago. Chanhee simply hadn't the time to pen the designer into his schedule since.
The one about assistants? Well, they were all entitled to free speech, but that didn't mean that he would spare them any mercy if they decided to blatantly lie about him. He could always trust Lee Sangyeon, his personal attorney, to take care of business, if and when any of his ex-employees decided that a good payout was comparable to spewing filth.
Then there was you.
Chanhee hadn't needed a new assistant in a little over half a year since you came along. Fresh out of university with a bachelor's in communication and punctuality, you waltzed into his life, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. You'd sat across from him, no-nonsense; he hired you right there. (He had not regretted it since. This was the last time he would let anyone but himself do the interview process.)
The best part about you was not that you always had his schedule memorized before he did, or that you appeared at his apartment before the car picked you both up with his favorite coffee order, or that you actually had decent taste in perfume—not… that he paid attention to what perfume you wore—but it was the fact that you could look him in the eye when he spoke to you, and you to him.
"—and you have a fitting with Chanel at five o'clock this evening right after that meeting with Maison Margiela about the perfume line. We'll have just enough time to—"
Wow, your eyes were pretty in this lighting, he thought. The two of you sat before the massive, floor-to-ceiling window in his penthouse apartment. The entire city laid sprawling at your feet while you sat across from each other at his breakfast table, eating blueberry muffins and drinking lattes.
And for some reason, all he could think about was how nice your hair looked again today, how brilliantly the shine in your eyes was from the sunlight, how impeccable your fashion sense was—even if it wasn't perfect, but that could easily be remedied. Chanhee would have to remind you to remind him to—
"Chanhee. Chanhee, are you listening to me?"
He snapped out with a flutter of his long eyelashes. He reached for his cup of coffee, delicately bringing it to his lips. "Hm? Of course, Maison and then Chanel. Did Changmin cancel our dinner or are we still on?"
A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips when he saw how your expression lightened knowing that he was paying attention. You idly stirred your latte around with a little silver spoon. "He says he's still good to go for tonight. Same place, same time."
A nod. "Good."
He nudged up the Prada sunglasses on his nose as he turned his head slightly to gaze out the open window. It was an awfully beautiful day out today. The sunlight was gentle, the skies were an azure wave of silk, sewn with clouds of white. "Yn, dearest, are we clear until the Maison meeting?"
You blinked. "Yes," you answered, checking your watch for the hour, "it's 10:32 right now."
"Mm, that gives us about five hours to refresh your wardrobe."
Your lips parted, and he smiled in amusement. There was something so adorable about your flustered state. "Excuse me?"
"Call it a little token of my appreciation," he sang, standing up from the table to deposit his empty plate and cup into the kitchen sink. "Could you call the driver to round the front?"
"Oh, uh, sure—"
"Thanks, love. I'll be back in a few," he called to you just as he disappeared into his bedroom to freshen up. You were left at the breakfast table, dumbfounded. You'd only ever gone shopping with Chanhee for him or for someone else. Not you. You were always on the clock when you were with him, and you figured he would probably take everything you bought today out of your paycheck, but…
You couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in your chest like the wings of a butterfly. This could either be the best thing that happened to you… or a complete shitshow.
There was something odd about walking into one of Chanhee's go-to leisure shopping stores—Dior—with the mindset that you were supposed to be shopping for yourself. Chanhee had asked the driver to pull up to the Dior storefront even as the regular paparazzi camped outside.
Your eyes gazed longingly at the Macy's across the mall.
Chanhee followed your gaze with a little scrunch of his nose. "Absolutely not," he clicked his tongue, dragging you out of the vehicle and to the sidewalk.
The press already dubbed you a "miracle" for being in his employ for longer than a day. But when they got shots of him literally hauling you into the Dior… you could imagine what they would all claim now. This was going to be a whole lot of cleanup, but you had learned after months of working with Chanhee that he was way tougher than he looked. He also didn't mind biting back.
When the two of you were safely stowed away within the guarded interior of Dior, you breathed easier.
Straightening, you greeted the staff members with a shallow bow, who did the same to both you and your boss.
Chanhee wiggled his fingers in silent greeting, then beelined for a white, quilted blazer on a mannequin. A worker scrambled after him to talk about the piece while another stuck by your side to make small conversation.
"How was your morning?" They asked you pleasantly.
"Oh, it was quite nice! How was yours?"
"Pretty quiet," they smiled. They were about to say something else when both of you were interrupted with Chanhee calling your name.
His eyes were pinned to you from over the rim of his sunglasses. Draped over his arm was a tapered coat of some sort, a dress, and… oh, god no. "Yn, come here."
You could already hear your wallet crying. "Chanhee, I literally cannot afford a single thing in here—"
He pressed a palm between your shoulder blades and steered you in the direction of the dressing rooms. "That's besides the point because I can afford them; that's what matters."
Surprise made your footing falter. "Huh?"
"Silly Yn-ie," he teased, "did you think I was gonna bring you all the way out here to not treat you?" Before you could say anything else, he was shoving the items into your arms, and your body into the grandiose space of the Dior dressing room. He winked over his glasses. "Now hurry and put them on. I wanna see!"
He ripped the curtain closed, and you stood there for a moment.
In your hands were the jacket, the dress, and a pair of shoes that probably cost you more than your entire bank account combined. You blew out a puff of air, just as you heard a staff member offer him a glass of champagne on the other side of the curtain.
"No getting out of this, Yn," you muttered to yourself, then began hanging everything up."
Chanhee was no stranger to the effect he had on people. In fact, he wielded it like a dagger. It was how he had gotten so far in this industry in the first place other than his immaculate good looks, of course. The face of an angel and an attitude of the devil—at least, that was what one article had said about him. He quite liked it, actually.
There was something wholly different about his effect on you as you stood beneath his scrutinizing, heated gaze, as you tried on piece upon piece. He loved being able to unabashedly stare at you, to take in your flustered expression as you did little spins for him in the outfit of choice. For once, you couldn't look him in the eye, and when you had done so once, it had been when his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
It wasn't just the champagne he was tasting.
It was the next morning when you appeared in his home at 7 o'clock sharp, as usual, but with a new accessory hanging off your arm. It was one of the more low-key purses he had bought you yesterday—and to be honest, it was actually one of his personal favorites. It was a Chanel one, of course, and it complimented your pant suit quite nicely.
"Morning," you chirped, handing him his cup of coffee as he stumbled out of his room in a silk robe and with a yawn widening his mouth.
Chanhee smiled at the sight of you, graciously accepting the coffee from you. He leaned against the countertop next to you. "Good morning," he murmured lowly, peering at you over the rim of the cup, taking a languid sip.
He sighed as the caffeine began working its magic. "How are you this morning, dearest? Have a good night?"
You had set your purse down on the island, then moved away from him only to go check his refrigerator to see if he needed anything restocked. Always so attentive. "I had a good night. How was dinner with Changmin?"
"Lovely," he said fondly. "I see you are putting my gifts to use." His fingers danced along the gold chain draped along one end of the quilted leather.
He swore your cheeks flushed, but then again, his eyes had never tricked him for a second. "Ah, yes. Thank you so much for yesterday, by the way." The fridge closed softly, and you grabbed an apple from the basket on the counter to wash and munch on. "I really don't know how I can repay you—"
Chanhee dismissed you immediately, his wrist flicking outward. "Pfft, none of that. I told you it was all a token of my affection," he grinned, propping his chin onto his palm across the island counter from you. "And gratitude," he added. "I don't say this to just anyone, Yn, and I don't buy just anyone all that stuff—but I did it because I appreciate you."
Your chewing slowed and you swallowed. "Oh."
He said it so easily. God, was he lucky to have met you.
Knowing he had successfully rendered you speechless once more, he laughed lightly, deciding to change the subject. "What's today's schedule like?"
You immediately straightened; this was something you knew like the back of your hand. It was much more up your alley.
As you ran him through his activities today, you failed to notice the difference in his posture, the softer smile on his face, and the way his eyes could not leave you for a moment, not even to drink his coffee.
Grueling was an understatement. Today had been one of the worst days of your working existence under Chanhee's employ. You'd endured rough days and nights before, but today, it seemed to have been hassle after hassle after hassle. You probably got around thirty-thousand steps by how much you ran around trying to find emergency kits and emergency outfits and running to the emergency dry cleaner's.
As much as the fashion world enthralled you, sometimes you wondered how anyone could survive it.
Chanhee was just as maxed out as you were by the end. It was maybe three in the morning by the time the two of you collapsed into the backseat of his driver's car. Streets were barren at this time in the ungodly hours of morning, and your joints ached every time you breathed.
Chanhee was quiet as well as he leaned his head back against the headrest to allow his body some rest. He just barely managed to get through that last shoot—clearly the directors had no clue what they were doing, he thought with a dead look in his eyes. That was how he felt—dead. If it hadn't been for you swooping in with a creative direction…
You were brilliant; that much he was certain of. Without you, that shoot might have dragged on for another couple of hours, or Chanhee would have just walked out. Usually, he had a good sense and eye for things, but with everything that happened today, for once, he didn't have the energy to yell or direct.
He needed to treat you to brunch tomorrow, if he was even able to wake up in time—
His inner thoughts halted when he felt a sudden weight fall upon his left shoulder. He froze up.
Your head had slumped onto his shoulder, eyes closed and no doubt deep asleep. Your bangs had fallen out from the bounds of your ponytail and draped across your face as you slept. He could smell the Miss Dior on you with this proximity.
Chanhee smiled to himself, taking his other hand and brushing the hair from your face and gently caressing your cheek. "Cute," he murmured.
By the time the car rolled to a stop in front of his complex, Chanhee had made a couple of executive decisions.
He lightly roused you from your sleep, cooing into your ear, "Come on, Yn-ie. Let's get you to bed, hm?"
You hummed, lifting your head from his shoulder with a yawn. You rubbed your eye with no care for the makeup smudging. "Chanhee? Why're you still here?"
Normally, the driver would drop Chanhee off first and then you, especially when it came to late nights like this. But… what… was happening?
Chanhee helped you out of the car, thanking the driver while mustering up a kind smile for him. "You're too tired, love. I'm taking you upstairs to my place."
"Wait, I can't—" but you weren't physically protesting; your body ached and ached and ached. But this was your boss, your employer. This wasn't professional.
"Yn, you're exhausted," he countered, buzzing into the building and helping you inside.
You couldn't argue with him anymore. You just wanted your face to hit a pillow and be out for the night. "Okay," you mumbled, letting him press your face into his shoulder on the ride up the elevator.
"Good girl," he sighed. He tilted his head back against the elevator wall, one arm wrapped around your middle and the other cradling the back of your head. Just a little longer, then the both of you could finally get some well-deserved rest.
You would argue you had seen Choi Chanhee at some of his best and worst moments. He was one of the most beautiful human beings on this planet, and yet, none of the prior moments could even compare to when you stumbled out of his bedroom to the sight of his back to you as he fried eggs and ladled waffle batter into the maker in the kitchen. He had a big T-shirt hanging from his lean frame, as well as a pair of loose pajama pants on, and he crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for everything to cook.
Even at ten in the morning, the light pink waves of his hair looked immaculately styled. You almost forgot he hadn't gotten a perm in awhile.
The panic of waking up in his sheets instead of yours had faded when you recalled your conversation with him just seven hours prior. He had managed to wrestle you into an extra set of sleepwear he just had lying around (Gucci, nonetheless), before he deposited you onto his bed, then promptly curled up outside on the living room couch.
You swallowed. Now what?
It was then that Chanhee turned around with an innocent look on his face. You watched as it melted into something softer at the sight of you. "Good morning, dearest," he beamed, "sleep well?"
Drowsiness lingered at the corners of your eyes, but you somehow managed a nod. "Yeah, how about you?" You asked him quietly. Actually, that had been some of the best sleep you'd ever had. Something about his sheets with high thread count and the smell of Chanhee lingering on everything. But you weren't just about to say that to him.
"Well enough," he replied. He waved you over. "Come sit; breakfast is almost ready."
Your eyes widened a smidge. That was for you? Now you really needed to go home. "Ah, I appreciate it, but I've practically overstayed my welcome—"
He sent you a look. "Yn, come have breakfast with me."
You caved. Because at this point, you'd already screwed yourself over. And breakfast really did smell nice; what was the difference between Chanhee making you breakfast and you bringing him breakfast from the café down the street?
(You didn't even want to go home, as much as your logical brain was trying to urge you towards.)
So the two of you breakfasted, and for a moment, you could forget, for once, that you were just supposed to be his assistant.
Some things changed after that morning, and Chanhee found himself getting you to stay over more and more often. Even if he had to come up with something stupid like "You haven't watched the 2001 New York Fashion Week rerun?" For some reason, you bought into all his excuses, and even though he knew it was probably because you were always attentive to his needs, a part of him liked to fantasize that you felt it, too.
The pull.
Something had shifted after that morning when he made you breakfast and the two of you ate together at the breakfast table. Sleep had lingered in your eyes, and your hair was a mess, but it was soft and beautiful and… he'd never been so in awe at someone's "I woke up like this" look.
His heart had leapt at the sight of you in those pajamas with that subtle pout to your lips.
God, he thought he might sweep you into his arms and kiss y—
"New. Chanhee. Choi Chanhee—"
He blinked, lifting his eyes from his menu to meet Changmin's. "Hm?"
Changmin wrinkled his nose at him, adjusting the sunglasses seated atop his head to hang from the collar of his dress shirt. (How it managed to hang with two buttons popped open, Chanhee chalked it up to fashion magic.) "You're awfully quiet today. What, tabloids finally shut you up?" He joked.
Chanhee rolled his eyes. "One of these days, I swear, they will render me speechless with their ridiculous delusions," he muttered airily, half-heartedly skimming the menu again.
He and Changmin were seated at their usual booth in their usual restaurant at their usual time. It was their weekly dinner together, something they had kept up since their university days in order to keep themselves grounded. They, of course, touched base with all of their university friends often, but the two of them were two peas in a pod. They even refused to let Sunwoo in on these weekly dinners specifically (something the younger friend was undoubtedly salty about).
Changmin could figure out when Chanhee was occupied with something other than the present. Usually, he was all up and out of his seat dealing out gossip or what torture he and you had been… oh.
Changmin cocked his head to the side, nostrils flaring slightly as he tried and failed to suppress a sly smile. "How's Yn these days?" He asked nonchalantly, lowering his eyes to the menu in front of him even though he always got the same thing every time.
To his credit, Chanhee didn't even react. "She's lovely as always. Why do you ask?"
"I dunno," Changmin drawled, "you haven't gushed about her like you usually do. I feel like you hang out with her more than me."
Chanhee raised a brow at his friend. "She's my assistant; of course I'm going to spend more time with her."
"Yeah, but—"
"And she's a lot more agreeable most of the time."
"Hey!"
Chanhee grinned in impish delight. "You asked."
Changmin sent him a stink eye, huffing as he raised his hand up to summon a waiter. "Yeah, whatever. Okay, but you literally refused to go out with me the other night, and when I texted Yn if you had a schedule, she said that you two were at home!"
That got his attention. Chanhee pursed his lips together, sheepishness peering through his smile. "In my defense, she hadn't seen New York Fashion Week in 2001."
"You hated that year, Chanhee."
"Exactly."
Changmin sighed to himself, and just as he was about to add on, a waiter came by to take their order. Once that was done, Changmin laced his fingers over the table and leveled his friend with a pointed look.
"Just admit that you like her."
Oh, Changmin. If only you could hear the rapid palpitations of his heart when you called him out like that. Chanhee blinked innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he swallowed.
It wasn't even two days later that Chanhee had you staying a little later at his place, once again. There was something jazzy and vibey playing in the background, while Chanhee finished up plating dinner and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. You were over at the small table by the window pouring wine into twin glasses, your hair pulled haphazardly out of your face (for the most part) with a pearl-studded claw clip from Chanhee's personal PR box.
(You blatantly refused, but he then reminded you that he couldn't even use the clip himself.)
Chanhee didn't often think about sharing his life with someone, but it was moments like these—moments when he heard you hum under your breath, moments when the two of you could laugh about the day over dinner, moments when you weren't just his assistant but someone closer—that he could indulge himself. He wasn't a very domestic person; since childhood, he dreamed of places far away from home, seeing sights and experiencing cultures… but if he could come home to you? And experience this every time?
Suddenly dinner was over, and you were collecting dirty dishware and glasses to bring to the sink to wash.
"Yn-ie, hey, I can wash those—"
"No, no! You made dinner; I am washing dishes," you asserted, pushing him away from the sink when he tried to come up to you.
Chanhee broke into a laugh, coming up behind you to set his hands on your shoulders and rub the upper parts of your arms. "Okay, okay. Thanks, love," he said. He didn't even think before he pressed a kiss to your cheek and walked off to go to the bathroom.
Your cheek tingled where his lips had been, and you turned the faucet on to drown out the thrumming of your heartbeat in your ears. What was happening?
You felt like you were floating on air as you hummed to the music and washed the dishes, with the ghost of Chanhee's lips left lingering on your cheek. It served as a reminder of your growing affections for him. This was dangerous, dangerous territory, and yet… it was thrilling. It was new, bold, and delectable. It was Chanhee, for goodness sake.
He was the man you saw crying drunkenly over a cat video on TikTok, the man who lended you Gucci pajamas and his bed for the night. He was on the face of every magazine cover, always excited when you could read his mind about a certain piece of clothing. Everyone in the world wanted to be him or be with him. He was so out of reach, yet right in front of you.
Maybe it was the wine making your head buzz with this wave of unmitigated sentimentality.
You finished up with the dishes, drying off your hands with the towel hanging on the oven door. Chanhee sang your name out from somewhere deep inside his bedroom, and you followed his voice to his location.
He was seated on the rug in the middle of his walk-in closet, the white LEDs washing you with light. It was a far cry from the darkness of his bedroom and the warmth from the kitchen. Chanhee patted the spot next to him on the carpet, where he had a smattering of PR gifts littering the floor around him.
Curious, you lowered yourself next to him. "Are we sorting through PR stuff?" You asked, already making a mental catalog of all the things he'd probably want to keep and the things he'd want to donate.
Chanhee hummed his dissent, rising onto his knees and shuffling over to you. Your eyes widened as he stopped close to you and you held your breath. He raised a pair of twin diamond drop earrings from Tiffany and Co to your earlobes, eyes narrowed in consideration.
"No," he muttered, dumping the earrings into their box, then digging out another.
You scrambled to delicately put the earrings back into their proper holdings. "Chanhee, what are we doing?"
"You—" Chanhee returned with a pair of sapphire earrings this time, performing the same ritual as before, but this time smiling, "—are going to sit still and look pretty for me. I am going through the PR stuff for anything nice."
"Anything nice?" You parroted in disbelief. It wasn't like he just threw a pair of diamond earrings into a box like it wasn't nice, or anything.
"I've never seen you in pearls before," he said offhandedly. From a black velvet bag, he withdrew a string of pearls clasped at the end in gold. His mouth parted in awe, and you suddenly thought of how cute he looked. Chanhee, oftentimes, was attractive and elegant and spellbinding—but this Chanhee was adorable.
He eyeballed it around your neck, then moved to clasp the collar onto you. He brushed the stray strands of hair away from the nape of your neck, gently grazing the pads of his fingers along the warm skin there. The action sent a shudder down your spine, and you were reminded of the cheek kiss from earlier.
"There," he murmured, coming back around to inspect you from the front. "Looks much better on you than it would on me."
You scoffed, reaching up to touch the cool pearls seated on your collarbone. "I disagree wholeheartedly."
He had turned around to go digging again, but the grin he threw over his shoulder at you was a certified heart stopper. "Then we'll just have to go get me a matching one."
"This is the last time I'm letting a company get me lunch," Chanhee grimaced as both you and he feverishly dabbed at the sauce splattered on his cream silk blouse.
One of the interns working on today's interview and shoot had come to deliver him his lunch when you noticed that the sauce lid on top was a dark red and not the usual light mayo Chanhee always requested beforehand. That, as well as the fact that the lid wasn't fastened all the way. Suffice to say that when you were about to point it out, said intern became flustered at Chanhee's side profile and spilled his lunch onto him.
You made sure to send the intern away before Chanhee could react.
"This was the Burberry one Haknyeonie got me," he whimpered in devastation as he took in the mess of dark brownish-red on his chest.
"Hey, it's okay. The cleaner I usually go to can fix it up," you said, biting your lip and assessing the situation. You gave a sigh, straightening, then swiping at the dampness on your forehead. "For now, you'll have to change into something else."
Chanhee pouted. "I promised I would wear this one for the interview…" He glanced back over at the clothing rack in the far corner of the dressing room at the dozens of options he had, as well as the backups you had brought, when all he wanted was to wear the shirt Haknyeon had given to him.
You wondered how long you had until the interview. You wondered how fast you could run to the dry cleaners and how fast they could fix this, if only to make that pout on Chanhee's face go away.
He pursed his lips. "I'll change into the YSL one," he resolved, standing from his vanity chair to go grab the YSL blouse from its garment bag. "Y'know," he said to you as he disappeared behind the changing divider, "we'll probably see something about this in the tabloids sometime tomorrow, depending on how bored the press people are."
You leaned back against the vanity counter, mentally noting the time. Hair and makeup would be here soon since the interview was set for half past noon. Chanhee would have to wait until afterwards before he could eat lunch. You frowned, "It wasn't your fault, Chanhee."
"I know." You saw him drape the dirtied Burberry blouse over the top of the divider and you walked over to take it down and inspect the damage yourself. "But it doesn't have to be my fault."
Unfortunately, he was right. The press would do anything for a juicy story, even if that meant twisting the facts just a little. You abhorred those stories; you always saw Chanhee's eyes glaze over like a shield at the "model-zilla" headlines, when in fact, it had little to do with Chanhee's "attitude". You wondered if someone would blow up his reaction to this out of proportion—he hadn't said anything to the intern before they ran out of the room in tears, but you supposed if you had spilled coffee on someone with as much name power as Chanhee, then you would also freak out.
"I'm sorry," you said quietly, leaning slightly against the divider. A weight sank into the pit of your gut; you felt pathetic. These were one of the few things you couldn't just fix for him.
You thought you felt him lean back against the divider on the other side. "Nothing to be sorry for, dearest. It's just a shirt."
It wasn't just a shirt. It wasn't just the tabloids.
Chanhee, being the professional he was, carried on through the interview and subsequent photoshoot with elegance and grace. He wasn't in a bad mood, save for the slight melancholy in his smile when the intern's superior came by to apologize profusely and offer to have the blouse dry-cleaned for him. Chanhee politely declined—he only trusted one person with his items.
When you and Chanhee finally made it back to his penthouse suite, the sun had disappeared into the seams of the horizon, hoisting a bejeweled night into the sky. Chanhee collapsed onto the couch face-first while you dropped everything on the floor by the door and made a beeline for the refrigerator.
"I'm making tea," you declared.
Chanhee raised his head slightly. "Me too please."
You got the electric kettle started and brought out two porcelain mugs. While you waited for the water to finish boiling, you fished your phone out of your pocket to check your messages to see if the dry cleaners had alerted you yet as to the status of the blouse. On the way back, you had swung by to get the shirt to the dry cleaners. Hopefully it would be done by tomorrow morning so you could go pick it up.
Chanhee shifted and adjusted his positioning on the couch. He sat upright, leaning his cheek against his fist. "Yn-ie."
"Hm?"
"I'm lonely over here."
You huffed air out of your nostrils in a silent chuckle, but obliged him and went over to the couch. He raised his arms up toward you, making grabby hands and pouting. "You're lonely?" You repeated in amusement, slotting yourself next to him and allowing him to curl into your side.
"Well, not anymore," he said into your shoulder.
The apartment filled with the sound of water bubbling on the stove and the muffled sounds of the city outside the window.
With nothing said, you could imagine for a second that this was not your job, but your life instead.
You felt him move a little, his arms wrapping around your stomach. "Thank you," he murmured, "for everything."
Your chest tightened. "Of course," you replied simply. Because doing all of this for him was as easy as breathing air now. Taking care of him had become as easy as breathing air. It was just that simple.
He was quiet again, fingers fidgeting with the cuffs of your blazer. Something lingered in his mind.
"Yn…" He slowly brought himself to sit up straight, one hand braced on the cushion space between your bodies and the other on the back of the couch. His face was so close—you could see the baby pink hairs falling in his eyes, the bits of glitter on his eyelids, the length of his lashes brushing his cheeks. But there was something wobbling, shimmering in his irises like the ripples in a pool of water. "I think we need to talk."
Your voice was trapped in your throat. He was going to fire you. He was going to tell you that all of it had been a lie. He was going to—stop. Stop freaking out. You knew him. You knew him better than what the people on the outside only claimed to know about him. You gulped. "Okay."
Chanhee brought his hand up toward your face, but instead stopped short, his hand dropping. He wet his lip, head ducking for a second before meeting your eyes again. "You know how much I appreciate everything you do for me, right?"
Oh no.
You nodded shallowly, hands clasped in your lap. "Mhm."
"And you know that I would rather hurt myself before ever hurting you?"
You didn't like where this was going. "Chanhee—"
His eyes shuddered. "Just—just listen for a second. I promise I'll let you speak, just… I just need to get this out."
"I can't really think straight," you croaked. His cologne—god his cologne. You would die suffocating in his cologne, but he was so close and yet so out of reach.
You thought you saw hurt flash across his face. "Oh. Uh, I'm sorry—" He was leaning back now, and you were internally hitting yourself. You'd never heard Choi Chanhee stutter before.
You resisted the urge to say "come back". Come back, where you could pretend that he was yours. Shit, this had gone too far. "Chanhee, I think I have to quit."
Alarm shot his eyes wide open. "What?"
"I can't keep working for you because I have feelings for you," you blurted, staring him straight in the eyes. "I have to quit because the feelings—the want—I have for you are so strong and precariously unprofessional. And I'm sorry, because this was the best job I could've ever gotten, but—"
Chanhee grabbed your face and crushed his mouth to yours, effectively shutting you up. Shock had you freezing, but it wasn't long before you held him close and let him wholly devour you.
When he pulled away, his forehead was pressed against yours, the space between your lips near nonexistent. His hands were still cupping the sides of your face and his breathing was slightly labored; all either of you could feel, hear, smell, taste were each other.
"I love you," he whispered, almost inaudibly you thought you'd imagined it. But then he said it again, "I love you", and everything…
Everything settled.
"How could you?" After all, you were just… you. It seemed impossible that someone as high as he was could love someone like you.
His reply was simple, paired with a sweet return to your lips. "How could I not?"
You stood outside the massive, sky-piercing high-rise of Vogue headquarters, your heart pounding in your ears and your fingers drumming nervously against the seam of your dress pants. In about twenty minutes, you would be in the topmost office of the building interviewing for a chance to become CEO Anna Wintour's newest personal assistant.
"Well?"
You glanced over to your left where Chanhee stepped beside you, asking the driver to make a loop around the building and meet him back here in a few minutes. His hair, freshly dyed a silken midnight black, had grown slightly to mullet-length; and this morning, he was clad in a pristine white suit set in a classy contrast. A pearl collar sat on his defined collarbones like it was a throne. Beautiful, as always.
There were reporters lurking around here somewhere. That definitely didn't make any of this better for you.
You released a breath. "I've got this, right?"
He passed you a gentle, yet teasing grin. "Hey, you survived me. How much worse can she be?"
That made you crack a smile.
The two of you stood side by side staring up at the building for a moment longer. After you had quit being his assistant to instead be accepted as his partner, you and Chanhee worked to find you a new gig. You received about a hundred dozen job offers from lesser brands and big names when they all heard you were leaving Chanhee's employ on good terms. Anyone who survived Chanhee, and left with a stellar recommendation letter, was a hot commodity.
Chanhee reached for your hand, squeezing your fingers slightly. "Breathe, darling. You'll be in and out and hired before you know it."
He turned you around so you faced him. His tongue stuck out between his lips as he adjusted the pearl necklace around your throat, then the lapels of your jacket. "Wow," he breathed out.
"Huh?" You hummed with a smile in your eyes.
"You still take my breath away."
A nervous laugh fell from your lips, and Chanhee swooped in to taste it—that, your laugh.
"I love you," he murmured against your mouth. Nevermind all the press and paparazzi, or Anna Wintour, or anyone. This was just you and him, even for a little. You could imagine the headlines, but that was the last thing on your mind right now.
Your tongue swiped over his bottom lip to catch the last bits of him. "I love you, too."
There was a cunning glint in his eyes, offset by the soft smile on his face. "Okay, this is it. Call me if you need anything."
You began walking toward the entrance backwards. "What if I need you?"
His smile widened. "I said call me, didn't I? Anytime, anywhere." I'm yours.
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LIPSTICK STAINS
genre. fluff.
warnings. kissing.
pairing. husband!chanhee x wife!reader.
wc. 1.1k.
request. no.
a/n. chanhee husband agenda idk what else to say...
Chanhee’s breath was taken away every time he walked into your art studio. Falling in love with you and your paintings had been one of the dreamiest experiences of his life. But now, being able to walk into your little art studio a couple blocks away from your house, visiting you as you worked as your husband? That reality was infinitely more dreamy to him.
He would truly never get tired of any of it. The smell of fresh paint and clean fabric as he walked through the door, the soft classical music that you liked to listen to while creating your paintings— it was all so beautiful to him. Your whole process was unique, and each painting turned out so beautifully different from the last.
You specialized in portraits; another of the many reasons that Chanhee had fallen for you. You had a passion for capturing a person’s emotion and soul in a painting. The way you painted them held such vulnerability, like you were telling a whole story through each stroke of paint to the canvas.
Of course, as you started dating Chanhee, and fell more in love with the man than you thought possible for a person, your paintings slowly found themselves a new muse. He held the title more proudly than anything else. He was a muse for an artist. He was your muse. And, oh, how you loved to paint him.
Chanhee could name about 30 or more paintings that you had done of him over the years. You could name at least 50 more. You only showed him ones when he begged you to. And he always wanted to see when he was aware you had painted him again— which is why you stopped telling him.
You didn’t mind showing him the ones you were proud of, but you never felt like your art was really good enough. Chanhee strongly disagreed, though. He always praised your paintings as if you were the next Leonardo Da Vinci (which, in his mind, you were). You had a secret stash of scrapped or unfinished paintings of your husband which only you were aware of. It was like a small treasure trove— and you had full intention to fix and finish each one of the paintings over the course of time.
You were working on one of those unfinished paintings when Chanhee walked in. He always knocked softly on the wall to alert you of his presence since there was no door to your painting room. You easily got zoned into your paintings and were easily startled by loud noises or suddenly appearing husbands who wanted back hugs. (Not that Chanhee knew from experience, or anything.)
You hummed softly when you heard his knock, a small sign to Chanhee that you were aware of his presence and that he could come in. You were focused on applying a burnt orange colour to the background of the painting, and your husband watched you with a smitten smile on his face. When you finished applying the orange and put down your paintbrush, turning around to him, his smile widened.
“What are you painting today?” He asked curiously, seeing the beautiful mess of colours on the large canvas. It wasn’t immediately noticeable to the naked eye that his face would soon be on that canvas as well. Your art style was always a mix of mediums and colours. You never liked to do just simple portraits— there always had to be something special about it.
“Take a guess?” You walked towards him, easing your arm around his waist and leaning into his side. He reciprocated the hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.
He hummed, “Perhaps a certain Choi Chanhee?”
You scoffed, “No way. I’ve painted him too many times already. His face is getting boring.” You said, glancing up at your husband with a teasing glimmer in your smile. Chanhee rolled his eyes and squeezed your waist gently, showing his unamusement with your little joke. He took your face in his hands, leaning down a little, staring straight at you with his shiny eyes.
You were expecting a kiss, but instead Chanhee just looked at you seriously for a few seconds before cracking a small smile, “You could never get bored of my face.” He whispered.
He was right. He knew he was right, and a surge of confidence ran through him as soon as he saw colour creep up to your cheeks at his whispered remark. You really shouldn’t have allowed him to have free access to your studio at any time. Not only was it distracting to have the prettiest man on Earth looking at you so fondly as you worked, but you also froze up under his gaze, often resulting in works you were less proud of.
“My paint is getting dry.” You mumbled, trying to pull his hands from your blushing cheeks. He was stubborn in keeping his face close to yours, though.
“I’m not leaving without kissing my wife.” He said simply.
You gave in— really it was almost impossible to resist Chanhee for as long as you had. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his, sighing in content as he deepened the kiss, hands sliding to hold your jaw softly. Your hands were on his shoulders, grounding you so you couldn’t get lost in the feeling of his lips.
The first time you pulled out of the kiss, Chanhee’s lips found yours again quicker than you could get a word in, causing both of you to giggle. The second time, you were sure you would be able to escape— but Chanhee’s hands had slid down to your waist, and held you securely so that you couldn’t end the kiss before he was ready.
Once you finally pulled away for the third time, you were both slightly out of breath. Chanhee seemed satisfied and let go of you, though you didn’t walk away from him immediately. You caught your breath first, still resting your hands on your husband’s shoulders, laughing at each sharp exhale of his breath and how the kiss had left you with a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.
“I’ve got to get back to painting, love. Pick me up for dinner, okay?” You grinned at him. He hummed and nodded, waving goodbye to you before he could further distract you.
As he left, you noticed the slight smudge of your lipstick to the side of his lips. You smiled to yourself, picking up your paintbrush again, deciding that a kiss mark was just what this painting needed.
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the warmest winter | tbz choi chanhee | new
"She has a date with me tomorrow."
PAIRING » tbz choi chanhee (new) x fem!reader
TROPE/AU » childhood friends to lovers, fake dating au, non-idol au!, high school au!
GENRE » fluffy fluff with a touch of angst, reader is a skater! (has her hair up in a bun), chanhee is very jelly of juyeon (hehe), but also chanhee is just jealous in general (...hehe), fake dating (i tried my best ahhhh), juyeon makes an appearance as jealous chanhee's rival
WORD COUNT » 5805
ESTIMATED READING TIME » ~21 mins
WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » very inaccurate depiction of skating in general (writing this made me miss skating...), very fast proofreading (twice)
navi/masterlist!! 🤍
hi @astrae4 !! yes, i'm your secret santa!! 🤭 sorry (not really hehe) for tricking you into thinking otherwise 🫢 it was very cute and funny to hear you say "it's definitely not you" when we were on call 🤣 had my camera been on, i wouldn't have gotten away with it 😫 just to let you know that @heemingyu was also playing along too (thanks for that and reading this, honey bee!) 😁 don't be too mad, dek! 😭 i'm innocent—
There are many good things about having a best friend who has known you since you were in diapers.
For you, the funniest reason would be how you would dead stare him across the room, with the straightest and plainest face, him directing one back at you. It sends the others into a fit of confusion, worries and frustration as none could ever figure out what’s in the duo’s minds. The chaotic reason would be that you would both wreak havoc together. Like that one time during the last day of primary school when you both decide to fill up thirty water balloons to their full capacity and throw them to any of the teachers in the outdoor field, fearless of the possibility of getting in trouble as graduation was around three hours after. The embarrassing reason would be that Chanhee would come to cheer you on your sport, luxuriously with his branded clothes from all his hard work, holding his big handmade slogan to support you as you glide across the ice to your routine. He would always get an earful from you after but he got his karma when you came in, dressed in highlighter yellow, sitting on the front row seat to his singing performance.
It’s the day that everyone has realised that the two of you are menaces to society.
The comforting reason, and is one of the biggest reasons why you two are still stuck to the hip after a decade, would be that when your lips are pouted, eyes glistening with tears, hugging your knees to your chest and whimpering your worries in the night, Chanhee would sit beside you wordlessly. Patiently waiting for you to cry your feelings out, patting your back rhythmically as he sometimes let time pass by scrolling through his phone, occasionally showing the funny reel on his screen to get you to join in his laughs. For him, the moment of calmness when you both would hit the breaks to your chaotic lives would be the best ones too with Friday nights becoming obligatory ‘brake time to get a break from society’ which can sometimes be too much.
But this Friday is a bit different.
Your final skating competition before you graduate high school is coming up in less than a month and despite the nervous butterflies growing in your stomach, you’re still very much excited to participate. You’re somewhat confident that you’ll do well, especially with all the experience that you have and the achievements and trophies that show off your hard work. But all of that didn’t stop you from agreeing to the voice in your head that tells you to put your blades on and just bask in the cold. Feeling nervous is a given but you have to believe in yourself that you can win this scholarship to your dream university.
The blades of your skates glide smoothly across the new ice sheet that has recently resurfaced once more. This is the second time that you had to step out of the rink and it shows the duration that you’ve spent without thinking much. Even when the doors to the public were closed, through your coach and her connections to the people who work at the rink, you were able to stay for even longer. Staying on the ice also meant that you were separated from your phone, leaving everyone on delivered for another two hours.
But Chanhee knows your habits, driving to the ice rink and pushing the still-unlocked front door to see you skating leisurely without a care in the world. He smiles warmly behind his blue scarf, delighted at the little smile and satisfying self-cheer when you land correctly, scratching the ice with your achievements once again. Silently, he sits down on one of the benches, going on his phone but still occasionally looking at your dancing figure once in a while.
You don’t know how you missed a whole hour of another person’s presence—or maybe it’s because you’re so used to and comfortable with him that you don’t notice him—but you literally almost trip from the ice and the edge of the ice rink when you spot your best friend with his Hello Kitty beanie that you gifted him this year for his birthday.
“Slow down.” He tries to hold his laughter when you let out a puff of air, annoyed at your clumsiness. “You should come eat. I’m sure you forgot about that.”
The mention of food and the familiar takeout bag from your favourite place brightens your face, the corners of your lips lifting immensely and you kick off your shoes, tiptoeing in the cold and wet puddles to quickly fill up your stomach after a successful practice session.
“Knew I could count on you.”
“Duh.” He rolls his eyes playfully. “I feel so bad for your stockings, I swear.” Commenting on your slightly damp black fabric.
The only response he got was the way you rub the watered part onto his pants, him shrieking and sliding himself away from you on the bench, only for you to of course follow him. In the end, when he reaches the end of the aluminium seat, he only groans and tells you off, giving an empty warning that he’ll never pick you up and buy you food ever again. When you put your tongue out, making a funny face to him, his cheeks blush hues of red and pink in the dimly lit seating area—you didn’t see it though as you were too focused on the flavours bursting in your mouth.
When you fully focus back on your food once again, leaving him in his little world, Chanhee buries his lower face further into his scarf, away from your field of vision. He leans a little bit back to make sure he can just admire you without being too obvious. His heart flutters when his mind replays back to your mischievous and cute face, and the way you didn’t mind being so close to his face—though he was freaking out about it all.
But how could he ever tell you? Because he can’t even explain to you when he started to fall for you. Was it that time when you ran to him at primary school, winging about how you needed a friend to get ice cream? Or that time when you stayed by his side and continued to support him when he hit the hard times while he was preparing for his first performance in high school? What about that time when you would just lay on his shoulder and listen to his worries, completely understanding his thoughts, never judging him through words or facial expressions?
He can’t even make sense of it to himself. Let alone with you.
“I’m annoyed.” Your voice trails off in the big area but it reaches his ears easily.
Judging from the way your feet kick the air and the accommodating tone of your voice with your words, Chanhee’s lips pull into a straight line. “Another one?” followed by a deep chuckle and a frustrated sigh from you.
“It’s not that funny, okay? You know I’m bad at rejecting…”
He ponders the thought behind your words, nodding as his memories play the series or tears after politely and in some cases, not as kindhearted, rejecting the ones who made an advance for you. When asked why those tears were showing, you commented how “it didn't feel right” and alternatives to “he didn't feel at home. He likes me because of my appearance. He's never even talked to me!”
Chanhee wishes that it would never be like that for him. But it's okay, for he would never tell you his feelings for you anyway.
The realization weighed deeply in his heart, resonating hurt throughout his entire body. He glances over at you, hopefully discreetly, with how much love he could give you at any time. Impulsively, acting with a tinge of jealousy and possessiveness, the suggestion curled out from his tongue without another thought.
“Date me instead.”
Your feet stop kicking the air and both of your bodies are now stiff with widened eyes, as if the cold finally got to you guys.
“What?”
It sends Chanhee into a momentary faze and the blush on his cheeks spreads through not only his face but his entire body.
“Fake!”
“HUH?”
“Like, fake dating!”
Then the implications behind his words finally sink into you. You didn’t realise this before but the idea does seem great for someone like you who has been trying to get people off your case. It’s tiring, especially when you can’t find a proper connection with either of them—none of them was better than your connection with Chanhee.
“For once in your life,” Your hand gives him a firm pat on his shivering shoulders, “you have come up with a great idea.”
Playing off the slight hurt in his heart, knowing that from your words that you didn’t see him anymore than just friends, Chanhee bravely flashes you a smile. “Do you want to or not?”
“...what’s the catch?” The growing grin on his face tells you everything. “I know you, Choi Chanhee. There’s no way something as taxing and effortful as dealing with me, has no catch to this agreement. Tell me!”
“The catch is,” he takes off his scarf, exposing the lower half of his face to you. Carefully, he wraps the dark blue material around yours, no longer seeing the exhaling white air, “that you get to listen to whatever I say.”
Adding a little touch to this, he bops the tip of your nose earning a deep grunt and shove from you but your hands still held on to the top edge of his scarf, enjoying the familiar scent and warmth that came from it.
“Does that soothe your chaotic mind?”
“Mhm.” You hum in agreement, feeling your neck loosen from all the tension from the previous regular meetups that you both will have. Especially with you being so busy the entire time, it was nearly impossible to meet up with Chanhee unless he was the one going all the way for you.
“Nothing will change.” Chanhee shrugs. “We’re just…us. Everyone is already thinking that we’re dating anyway so the only thing that'll change is more hand-holding and all that.”
“No kissing!”
“W-Wha--Of course not!” This time, you were shoved back. “Who wants to kiss you anyway? You literally drool in your sleep!”
“Hey!” With each growing rebuttal, so did the echo that bounced within the walls, “Don’t say that! You know how lonely, I am! That’s so mean!”
The laughing boy didn’t do much to ease you, just sticking a tongue out at you. He did, however, reach out to hold your icy hand. It made him frown, the little mountain growing on his lips. Suddenly, the gap between your body closes with him wrapping a secure hold of your waist. Confused by the sudden proximity, you let out a string of stutters as you look up to see him already staring at you.
“W-What are you…doing…?”
“We’re dating now.” He shrugs nonchalantly, “You have to get used to this.”
“No one is here, Chanhee.”
He has never been one to initiate skinship. It has always been you cuddling up to his side like a koala, clinging and dragging him to every single place that you wanted to go.
“J-Just…leave me alone and let me hug you.” And he did. Your upper body twists to completely face him and your chin goes over the scarf to rest on his padded jacket. The height difference is why he had to bend to your figure, basically slumping over you but neither of you minded. With a clear of his throat without another word or action, he lets you go, stands up and asks for your hand. “It’s too cold. Let’s go, I’ll drop you home.”
“Wait Chanhee…”
You drag the last syllable and the hand that reaches out for you slowly lowers. Chanhee sighs, knowing that it can't be good judging from the tone and the way your lips pull sideways.
“I need to rant about my upcoming duet routine.”
“Oh.”
He remembers the first time when you did perform once with someone else. Of course in group work, your effort and contributions matter just as much as theirs would matter to you. But your first (and what you hoped to be your last) partner ruined all potentially happy thoughts about performing with someone else. It sucked that even though you both did win a place at the podium, the stress and effort of basically choreographing at least ninety percent of the routine was not worth the bronze medal on the podium.
For a short while, it killed you to be on the ice and you refused to even step back there without a pressing reason. You're thankful that your coach has always been an understanding one because if she wasn't, your career in figure skating would be shredded at this point. Chanhee did help too, reminding you of the joy and laughter, even making himself borrow some skates from his friend. It led to bruises and him face-planting into the pile of snow but at least he got to see the way your eyebags disappeared over time.
That's more than worth it for him.
“You'll be alright.” He reassured first, kneeling to get into eye level with you even though yours is downcasted. He knows that your mind would go back to the past. “You got a shit partner but you'll be fine. I promise you that you'll do better this time.”
“I hope…”
“Who is it with this time?”
Despite breathing the cool air whenever you could, you could never get enough of it.
“Lee Juyeon.”
Something inside him stops. Time didn't though because from his peripherals, he noticed how you stood and skipped your way down to the ground floor, patting your outfit dry as if some sort of ice or dust had dirtied it. He hears your announcement, shouting that you will get your things ready from the back room and miraculously, he lets out a croaked answer in return.
Lee Juyeon.
Everyone in school loved him, Chanhee included. Most wanted to date him, others wanted to be him while the remaining loathed the way he was perfect in every way. In short, Lee Juyeon is the total opposite of Choi Chanhee.
He prefers to spend his days quietly in the library alone while Juyeon prefers to attend parties. While Chanhee would be in his bed sleeping in the morning, Juyeon would be taking his daily morning run before rushing back home to shower and get ready for the school day. When Juyeon would be in his weekly student council meetings, Chanhee would eat ice cream at that nearby restaurant, basking in the sweetness after a stressful day.
This unfamiliar feeling sends Chanhee into a slight brain freeze when he imagines you both not only close physically but the fact that you will be near the perfect boy for the majority of your time—and the fact that he won't be able to spend time with you because you'll be busy with other priorities—makes the green feeling inside his chest grow with the devil snickering inside his head. He was still so deep in thought that he didn't even notice you wave your hands infront of his face despite having his eyes seemingly on your face.
“It's almost midnight.” You say, opting to drag him out of the building with a hold of his clothed wrist. “Daydream later, loser.”
Oh, you're so right about that. And he's in deep trouble about it all.
What he didn’t truly prepare for, however, is the number of times that you would leave him on delivered, responding to his messages from the beginning of the day to the end in one go, buzzing his phone repeatedly when he’s doing his final skin routine before sleep takes over him. He’s still understanding, knowing how the competition is important for you. At least she still answers me back right? He reassures himself while throwing the face mask away, the cooling air on his face suddenly turns his mind back to the short ‘date’ from the other day.
He still remembers the pink checkered shorts that you paired with a simple button white long sleeve. Your hair is freed in the wind, taking the scent of your shampoo—to him. The struggles of keeping his palm dry when it’s around yours, and the bigger struggle to keep his skin neutral void of any redness whenever he catches a glance of your smile.
“Once more!” You plead, handing your phone back to him after switching back to the camera app.
Despite the roll of his eyes, he’s thankful that the device hid his face from yours, even if it’s only a while. He focuses on the screen and your figure, arguably more than the technology. He directs your poses: hands collecting your hair into a bun, looking down at your feet while the other shot is one of you puckering your lips, looking to the side with a quick peace sign.
Both became his lock and home screen using the excuse of making the relationship more believable—we know more than that though.
It fuels his hate for himself and Juyeon when he texts you that he finished the final part of the routine, asking if you’re free to test it out with him.
After that, school was the only place where you would exchange smiles, stick out tongues, share food, hugs and even kisses on each other’s cheeks, Chanhee only found himself in deep trouble. The public display of affection did make other boys leave you alone, gulping and scurrying away in masses when he would throw them a side glare, his hand on your waist tightening his hold each time.
It would drag your attention to him, whenever he does that. Such a new feeling, yet fluttering and intimate. You would clutch the loose fabric of his shirt, hand once relaxed on his chest. Brown eyes would run over the creases of disgust and the lines of fury across his usual soft, kind face. Whenever you would ask him for a peek inside his mind, his eyes would quickly turn to the ones that he would usually show whenever he would laugh and nag you to put your upper body back inside his car in the late-night drives. Or when you would do your night routines together every single time, without fail—for your information, it’s been two weeks since then.
Sure it’s all for show, but two weeks ago when he proposed the idea, it seemed that nothing had changed for him and even though he’s glad that no one is crazily chasing after you anymore, it hurt that he feels like he’s been abandoned by you. Heck, he hasn’t even taken you out for a ‘date’ yet. Friendly date, ‘fake’ date. The label that you would put on it didn’t matter much for him as long he took some of your time.
So now, with the owl hooting outside his window, dressed and ready to sleep with his Hello Kitty pyjamas, something is telling him to pick up his keys from the handmade bowl that you both messily painted as kids, go for some drive-through to pick up your favourite food and drive to the ice rink.
The sight that greeted him when he did reach his destination caused the paper cup in his hand to spill all over the rubber of the ice rink. The low-pitched clatter stops the laughs that erupt from you and the male who had his arms wrapped around your waist, his defined chest pressing comfortably against your exposed back due to your outfit, is the one who straightens his back first, noticing the painful gaze from outside the rink.
But again, Juyeon is everything Chanhee isn’t.
The way that Juyeon let out that signature ‘oh’ of his with the sickening way that he hollers a greeting to the envious boy, not even bothering to throw a discouraging comment that would hurt his pride and would then rightfully give a reason to hate him that has a glad upturned smile on his face, Chanhee would’ve run straight back to the door that he opened excitedly before. Just like your skating partner, you also let out an ‘oh!’ at his presence and he couldn’t help but think that now, Juyeon isn’t taking away his time with you anymore but also the way you speak.
Leisurely gliding your way towards the railing of the enclosed rink, the anterior side of your forearm rests, your feet still making little circles on the part of the rink that wouldn’t usually be given that much attention to professional skaters like you.
“Having fun?” It came out more venomous and spiteful than he thought. Even his eyes widened slightly in fear, seeing a similar look in your eyes. But he maintains eye contact with you, the paper of the takeaway scrunching rapidly under his hold.
“I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. See you tomorr—”
“She has a date with me tomorrow.”
“Wait, Chanh—”
“Right?”
It’s so impossible to miss. Not with the way that maybe if Chanhee blinks, the normal act could’ve probably sent his eyes into a newfound breakdown that he has been trying so desperately to hide. Especially not in front of Juyeon, he’s not about to cry now.
Your chest raises, inhaling the stuffy air to your beating lungs. Lips parted to start speaking your thoughts and Chanhee watched with a more definite crease between his eyebrows as you could only articulate the sounds of some familiar words, unable to audibly tell him anything. For what seemed like forever, you both just looked at each other. You tilt your head every single time your best friend directs his attention away to his house slippers back to your eyes. Beneath the tough exterior that he’s putting on, it’s easy for you to see how something is troubling him.
The first one is his attire. Unless you were in a life-or-death situation, there is no way Chanhee would stain the white satin button-up and long pants. There was one time when you were begging profusely for a late-night snack and spontaneous hangout but even then, he just nodded and hummed into the phone, telling you that he needs to “keep the white pure, away from the sins of the outside world.”
Juyeon quietly leaves the scene, hand giving a tight squeeze before disappearing for the night.
“Let’s sit down?” You offer, uncertainty clouding your judgement.
The bench awaits patiently for you, the jacket lazily slopped over it. You’re so tense and unsure about the situation that even taking the steps up the dry stairs was so quiet—more silent than the shaking exhales that the puff of coloured air made due to the cold. Your fingers brush against the fine hair of the material but you didn’t put it on yourself. The tips of your hair flip around to see your best friend not even anywhere near the bottom step, still frozen in the same place as before.
Knowing that you won’t be in the mood to skate after whatever confrontation and conversation you’ll have with him, you pack your bags, slipping off into comfortable shoes for running—if you really have to. Chanhee’s bangs fell over his eyes easily with the downward tilt of his head, a miracle that his neck wasn’t cramping right now. From the shadows on the ground, a long line goes over his head and his shoulder lazes a new heavy material. The body part tries to shake the warmth stubbornly but a click of your tongue is what stops Chanhee from flopping around like a dying fish.
“Did you know my dad used to be in the mafia?”
It’s supposed to take you both out of this challenging atmosphere but you know that even though his eyes are hidden because of his posture and his grown strands, he isn’t going to return the playfulness. The strap of your backpack is the only one that knows your nervousness, croaking due to the leather material, your nails probably engraving this moment into its skin.
“Juyeon…huh?”
A broken laugh comes out from you, eyes wandering to the background space around his head area. Has the wall always had that crack on the wall? Oh…how is the fly surviving in this weather? Is it raining outsi—
“Do you like Juyeon?”
“W-What?” Why did the question hurt so much to hear? “I’m dating you, Chanhee.”
“I don’t think anyone believes it to be honest.” He shrugs, adamant about staying focused on the topic. “I just wanted to know,” His eyes dart around the place, anywhere but to you, “wanting to know if you’re part of the ninety percent of our cohort that likes him.”
“Oh.” It was out of nowhere but being suspicious isn’t the right word to describe it. It was more to curiosity as to why Chanhee would just ask such a thing all of a sudden. “I do think he’s attractive.” You shrug leisurely, unaware of the screaming in his head. “He’s a good partner too.”
Chanhee tries his best to mask the growing ache in his chest, blankly nodding. “He is your type after all.”
“I have a type?” One of your eyebrows rises, “I didn’t even know that myself.”
“Right…” Finally, the food is shoved into your chest, just like how it’s always been. If so, then why did it hurt you when he told you, “Date him then.”
An immeasurable kind of clench was made by the muscles around your heart.
“W-What?”
Thank god you changed shoes because he stormed out right after.
Your phone also became silent, no more life was given to Chanhee. What annoyed you most wasn’t the ‘good’ news that spread to the boys but the fact that he would make it so obvious that he hated you whenever you would make your presence known to him.
“Talk to him after this.” Juyeon encourages you, handing your bottle of water from his hand.
“I can’t.” You huffed. “He treats me like a plague.”
You quite literally cannot have this in your mind right now. The competition is in a few hours and you messed up both of your rehearsals for tonight. The slight pain that throbs from your lower palm will be, you swear, used to slap someone who truly deserves a wake-up call. As the sun rose each day for the past week, it also burnt along your hopes that Chanhee would talk and ease your worries so that you could dance freely, marking your perfect twirls on the ice that shines along with you.
Juyeon’s eyes relax, sending you a slumped smile with half-lidded eyes. “Does he know about tonight?”
You did indeed send him a message about today but you’re doubtful that he would come. You even tried bribing him with free food but maybe the boy knows that your anger might turn to something more, saving himself from your hits and complaints.
But you’re just unaware of what he’s truly trying to save himself from.
The sunset marks the start of the open doors. Relatives, schoolmates, acquaintances and even strangers bustle through with their appropriate clothes—including a young girl with short sleeves that you are sure would throw a fit to ask her mother for a jacket—all gathered to support the skaters, especially those who have university representatives to impress.
With the cute bright pink mittens, the waving hands catch your attention quickly. You send a quick wave back to your sister who waves the supportive banner she made, along with your parents who gave you thumbs up, placing their hands around the circumference of their mouth to shout and holler at you.
It’s all so awesome.
But it would’ve been perfect had someone else come.
The realisation makes your heart drop. Chanhee has always come to all your competitions without fail but this one, when everything is on the line. Before you have to completely push your phone away, your thumbs search for his contacts, automatically just checking in your recent section. Even though the relationship between you is ambiguous, you couldn’t find it in you to change his name which implies a romantic title for him.
It seems right.
It seemed that no one should have that title but him.
Your eyelids collect as much water as they can before it spills onto the phone screen. It seemingly glitches the words on the glass, distorting your spam messages for him. “Just come…please…” you whisper before texting him the same exact words that you just said.
But he decides to crush the final hopes that you ever had in him, leaving you on seen once again. The familiar shout that gathers all the players rings through your ears and Juyeon’s figure behind you also tells you that it’s time to push Chanhee aside for now.
“He’s not my boyfriend, Ju…” The truth spills out and even though the boy has things to ask, he decides to let you rant before going. “But I want him to be.”
You know this now with the distance he puts between you.
It’s suffocating.
More than dehydration. More than the minus temperature. More than the scratch on your hand.
“I just want him, Juyeon…” Beads in your eyes, shaking lips and true feelings. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He nods, wishing the best for you. “I knew that my feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated.”
It lifted off a weight in your chest, knowing that Juyeon’s reassurance that you would both still stay friends. You both sway beautifully on the ice, balancing and leaving the audience in awe, judges in amazement and competitors in envy. If there is one thing you can take away from this, is that for you, being on ice with someone else can truly be fun. You both promise to meet each other on the ice next time, in the future, professionally and relieve this perfect teammate chemistry once again.
And now, you’re shaking your limbs, trying your best to ease your nerves.
Still no sign of him.
You force your neck to look down, just focusing on the marks of the moulded plastic and leather, plunging the front spikes of the shoes into the floor.
“That’s…going to make a mark.”
That voice.
The one that could ever stare at you with a blank stare and contain his laughter. The one that would leave others in fear whenever a sinister smile and wiggling of eyebrows would be sent to each other. The same one that stands beside you, taking the blame alone when the drenched teacher finds you both.
The same one that would usually sit by your sister and make the banner with her, splashing on extra glitter and Hello Kitty stickers. The same one that would lend his luxury brand accessories, not getting mad if you accidentally broke it.
It propels you forward to his already half-opened arms, waiting for you, always reserved for you. Just as you promised to yourself, Chanhee takes the hits on his chest, listening to your words and letting his clothes seep your cries.
“I know, I’m sorry.” One hand encircles your waist from behind, the other patting your hairsprayed scalp. “I won’t lie that I skipped the one you did with Juyeon but I know your parents recorded it so,” he shrugs, “but I’m here for the main performance. Yours.”
Your small chuckle made him do the same. “You’re not wearing a stupid outfit.”
Chanhee hums. “I thought I would be a very supportive friend and won’t embarrass you for this event.”
“Boyfriend.”
“W-What?”
“You’re my boyfriend.”
It leaves him in a daze but he knows that you weren’t joking. To him, his gulp seemed a bit loud but maybe with the way you slowly left his arms, you might’ve missed it.
“I love you, Chanhee.” Your eyes searched for rejection but all he did was blink at you rapidly. You took this as a sign to keep going. “I think I always have and you being idiotic just made it clear to me.”
“O-Oh…”
“D-Do you—” You shake your head, waving your hands the same way to him. “Actually don’t tell me! Let me skate first. J-Just watch me…”
When was the last time Chanhee has seen you so flustered? It leaves him breathless and his heart soaring and he knows within himself that he wants to be the only one to ever put you in that state. He gives a nod, a smile plastered on his face. You thought he would join your parents on the bench but he stays near the entrance of the rink, giving your lower back the lightest touch, whispering you a final message before you enter the spotlight.
The message rings in your ear the whole time. The music suddenly fades but every time you could catch a glimpse of Chanhee, you know that he didn’t say it for you to feel flustered and fail.
And fail, did you not.
The reward on the podium with a gold medal hanging around your neck sends you many obstacles of representatives who want you to join the team. But they could wait.
Just like a few minutes ago, your arms circles his neck, pushing Chanhee’s lips to your own. A few seconds before your lips meet him, the boy lets out a little ‘hmph’ before he softens, his eyes closing in the same time and way yours does. The way the cold replaces the warmth of his lips leaves you both chuckling even when he momentarily pushes you away to save himself from the tickles that you gave his waist. But once again, the words that he whispers against your shy lips remind you that his eyes have always held the same love that you have given him and the way your lips move passionately in sync with his, tells you that he wasn’t playing around with his words.
With your heart.
With you.
“I love you,” he tells you with his lips.
The motives behind his proposal with this whole fiasco become clear and the redness on your face is no longer due to the energy-consuming routine that you just performed. It deepens when he gives you his mittens, slipping them through your fingers and messaging each one with care. It deepens further when he lends you a fabric to keep your throat healthy so that you can confess to him again. It deepens even more when he realises that you’re shivering after the adrenaline of your sport drains you and he wraps his scent around your uniform.
“Thanks for making my winters warmer.”
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Without you (Choi Chanhee)
Warnings: idol!chanhee x reader, established relationship, reader is insecure about herself, comforting, fluff, Chanhee is very caring and understanding >.< , not at all proofread 😭😞
Word count:885
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Laying in your bed you stared up at the ceiling mindlessly, no thoughts in your mind as you did not even try to move your now tired body.
Grabbing your phone from your bedside table you stared at the wallpaper on the Home Screen missing your boyfriend, it was a given when you decided to be in a relationship with a idol.
He had a busy schedule day to day and with the promotions ongoing on he seemed to be rather more drained than before. You did not want to feel like a burden to him, you knew you were not but you could not help but get that uneasy feeling in you from time to time.
As if you were a huge burden and a responsibility to him, you always thought you were annoying and despite the attitude you would give him when you were in a bad mood he would do nothing but be the sweetest person you could ever have. Never did he ever get mad at you for being rude or annoying rather, he would just say that you’re adorable.
Looking at the door in question your ears perked up in curiosity when you heard the front door opening. Guessing it was your boyfriend, Chanhee you got up from your lying position and stood up only to sit back down when you felt everything around you move around.
Trying to stabilise yourself you looked up slowly when you felt the door opening to your shared bedroom and to be met with Chanhee’s happy face which was now filled with concern and worry.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?” Chanhee asked the moment he saw you sitting on the bed with discomfort.
“No, I am fine was just feeling a bit tired I guess,” you say with a smile on your face as you stared up at him
“Did you not have your lunch again?” Chanhee asked as if it was a normal question, as if he used that in a everyday conversation. Which he does when it come to you.
“I did eat..” you say softly as you look away from him in middle of the sentence.
“Like what? A bar of chocolate?” He asked in slight annoyance but more worry in his voice. Walking towards you Chanhee sat himself down on the bed beside you as he held your hands in his bigger ones.
“No…,” you whisper softly before you looked at Chanhee briefly “I had an apple…” you say with a nervous grin on your face.
“What?” Chanhee says with a frown upon his face “That’s…that’s it?” He asks rather softly, he did not sound mad like you thought he would be.
“I was not hungry, that’s all” you answer him with your eyes trailed towards the door with a blank stare
“Come with me..” Chanhee said softly before he gripped your hand and made you stand up
Entering the kitchen he made you sit on the kitchen counter before he stood in between your legs and gripped your waist softly while staring into your brown irises with his own gentle ones.
“What do you feel like eating?” He asks softly with a gentle smile on his face. His cheekbones rising up.
“I don’t know..” you say with a small pout on your lips
“Hmm well then let’s see..” he said before he walked towards the cabinets and opened a few of them. “We have noodles..and,” he went towards the fridge before he got out a packet of dumplings “and some spicy chicken dumplings! How do you think about this sweetheart?” Chanhee asks as he looks at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes
“Sounds good. Do you want me to cook? You must be tired..” you ask him softly as he moved forward to get off the counter only to be stopped by Chanhee.
“I will make it. Relax, I want to do this for my beloved..” he said before giving your forehead a kiss. Walking away he started boiling the noodles as he began cooking the dumplings in the steamer.
“Now that the noodles and dumplings are cooking lemme just..” Chanhee trailed off as he walked towards you before slapping the back of your head with his hand softly “Who says it’s a good idea to skip your meals huh?” He says in annoyance and concern “I told you numerous times, never skip your meals no matter how busy you’re or whatever the reason it is. I need you to be healthy sweetheart..” he trails off before softly grabbing your chin in both of his hands “Do you know how worried I got when I saw you sitting in the bedroom like that?” He tells you before a tear falls down from his eyes on your lap.
“I am sorry. I was just…am I a burden?” You ask him quietly
“You? No never. Why would you think like that? Y/N I love taking care of you. If something happens to you I don’t know what I would do..” Chanhee says before gently pulling you in a soft and passionate kiss. Pulling away he chuckled softly “Let’s go the noodles are staring to boil.” He says with a smile as he carassed your head and moved away from you to make the noodles.
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I DEMAND CHANHEE WITH A GIRLY GF‼‼
OMG NO BC THIS LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE. MASC CHANHEE DRIVES ME CRAZY 😵😵😵
CHOI CHANHEE WITH A GIRLY GIRLFRIEND
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First time he met you, the only thing he could think about was how pretty and cute you are. You were both in a cafe, and he was inevitably drawn to you. Was it because of the bows in your hair, the dainty pearls on your neck, or the light and elegant dress you have on? Chanhee has no idea, but oh, how he knows that he’s enticed by your aura.
( He asked for your number then, and you accepted, luckily! ) Weeks come to months and you guys are officially dating! (hurrah!)
Chanhee definitely takes the lead in this relationship! From planning dates, to picking you up, pulling your chair for you, and paying ( you tried to pay a few times, but the man just won’t let you! 😓 it’s okay though, you do your end by batting your eyelashes lovingly at him and holding his arm affectionately after he paid for your things hehe~ 😆 ) your dates’ bills. He even confessed first to you! ( as a man SHOULD. It is their job your honor, I am a firm believer! ) The confession was PERFECT too, by the way. Pink roses, chocolates, and a miffy plush!
Oh, how perfect this man is! He might not look it, but he’s sure as hell strong! ( did you guys see when chanhee carried his members AND his chanel bag at the same time?!?! My nose bled omg ) He carries all your bags for you and even helped you carry your new table in the living space and set it up for you! You fear that you now have a bad habit of not tying your own shoes anymore because the! Man! Does! It! For! You!
Also??? CAN I JUST ADD A SCENARIO?! CHANHEE’S HANDS. They’re so attractive and for what. The way he KNOWS you love it too and always teases you for it! The way he also loves teasing you because you get flustered way too easily for your own good. Just the other weekend, you were unable to reach the menstruation pads because it was placed too high for you and you called him to help you! He asked what it is you need, and you pointed at the pads because it was too embarrassing to say out loud. What happened next was so EVIL of Chanhee to do to you!
“Hm?” What is it you need?” Teased Chanhee, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears. His index finger lingering in the back of your ear while his thumb grazes your jawline softly. You’re way too flustered to say anything, especially with the way he looks at you—or should I say; the way he looks at your lips.
You look away, muttering “Stop it”, way too embarrassed for your own good. His slender fingers move to each side of your face and your chin, bringing you to look back again him against your will.
“But you have to say it for me to understand, baby…In words.” (HE’S A MENACE AHHHHHHHHHH)
“C-Can you please take the menstrual pads down for me..” you barely got it out. But, Chanhee’s satisfied enough with that reply. “See? Isn’t that easy to ask?” He then follows the sentence by giving you a soft peck on your lips before taking it for you, only to leave nonchalantly. (LIKE? HOW DARE HE???)
Anyways ! 😭 back to the main topic… (sorry i get sidetracked a lot) He also lets you play with his hair and makeup because girly activities are SUPERIOR!! I stand by what I say. Monthly fashion shows featuring your and his closet is a must! You know what else is a must? Him giving you his sweaters of course! They’re big on you and warm, so you often use them to sleep ( sorry chanhee, but they aren’t yours anymore! )
Your honor, he knows the sidewalk rule! He also loves holding your waist when walking, that way he wouldn’t lose you! You love the way you don’t need to use your brain when walking with him cause he’s always guiding you. He’s the big spoon in cuddles for sure (you don’t mind, you love being the little spoon and nuzzling your face on his neck) Loves dressing you up too for the day by the way, it’s his favorite morning activity atp.
You know the okokok lalala trend?? He’s totally the okokok to your lalala. He’s attentive and listens well while you babble about your day. He thinks you’re so cute when you do so! You often speak quietly, so he has a habit of putting his head nearer to you when you speak!
BONUS: MEMBERS’ REACTION
Look. Out of everyone in tbz, this boy literally has the most bbg energy out there, so all his members would definitely have expected that his future girlfriend would have been the pants of the relationship! But then,, you come and visit their dorm for the first time, and? Let’s just say they were shocked!
You walk in: pink silk ribbons in your hair, face dolled up, and your cute long dress swaying as you closed the door with a gift basket FOR them.
You know what shocks them even more? How affectionate Chanhee was with you, and how soft he was around you. Like um??? Gf privileges much!!! 😠 They can’t even get him to accept their aegyo and here he is; untying your shoes, carrying your bag, and smiling with eyes that look at you like you carry the stars??
Out of all the members, Eric would be the first to speak up to you, sending you a big wave. You replied with a small wave and a shy “hello.!” Soon enough, all the members surround you and you get slightly overwhelmed. Chanhee notices this and tells them to go away, pulling you into his bedroom.
“See,” he’d say, “you have nothing to worry about. They love you!” You could only smile, flustered. Chanhee thinks you’re adorable, and gives you the sweetest kiss on your cheek.
Sure enough, they did love you. In fact! They kept pestering Chanhee to bring you over nonstop! He says no to them like 😠🤨😒, though….😓😓 pookie’s a very jealous man…
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perfect for you | the boyz choi chanhee | new
“Will you trust me even if I break you?”
» PAIRING: tbz choi chanhee (new) x fem!reader
» TROPE/AU: established relationship au!, non-idol au!
» GENRE: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 fluffy sex, chanhee is a really caring and attentive boyfriend
» WORD COUNT: 2263
» ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~9 mins
» WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): soft dom!chanhee, sub!reader, pet names (baby girl), marking (reader receiving), fingering, clit stimulation, piv sex, creampie, sex on table, praising (chanhee to reader), slight dirty talking (chanhee to reader), not proofread
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happy birthday @sanaxo-o!! a bit (a LOT! 😭) rushed but i hope you find a way to enjoy this 😘
"Chanhee!"
It's a usual occurrence for your boyfriend to sneak up behind you and give you a big, warm hug. His chuckle that can be heard after your exclamation, and the way he wraps both his arms around your shoulder always undoubtedly made you feel like the happiest girl in the whole wide world.
"Come to bed." He whispers next to your left ear with a whine after, "I don't want to sleep without you."
"I will." You directed your attention back to the neatly stacked pile of books. You are so ready to push all these smelly, slightly brown, definitely creased-up pages in preparation for your final economics exam tomorrow, "I just finished."
Before you can even push the book even further away from your body, another arm pushes it away first. "Good." No more words were said after because he flips you around and steals a kiss from your lips. Chanhee catches you by your right upper arm when you stumble slightly at his actions, smiling fondly at your flustered state. "I got you, don't worry."
You chuckle, breaking the kiss for a bit, "You've always got me since day one."
Another chuckle is heard from his lips before he leans down to you once again, closing the gap between his hungry lips and your still innocent one immediately. It continues passionately and you can tell that he intends to keep it that way for a lot longer. The way his slender hands cup your cheeks delicately unlike how his tongue swipes your bottom lip leaves you gasping incoherent words straight down his throat. You couldn’t hold your eyes open any longer, already too lost in the way that Chanhee was physically pouring out all his love to you.
His left hand slithers behind your lower back, crashing your bodies onto each other and you can no longer control how your knees shake, the same way your lips tremble whenever he pulls away to give you some more oxygen to inhale. You would have hit the floor if it wasn’t for the way his other palm traces along, the tips of his fingers just barely touching the bare skin of the side of your left thigh before putting a bit of force, landing and gripping on the dip of your waist.
“Here?” You whisper between breaths. Between the session, your hands already had a mind of their own, scrunching up the oversized pink sweater that doesn’t even belong to you up to your waist, your underwear already in full view for the dominating eyes who peer down at you with lust.
He pulls away for longer this time, actually putting a bit of a distance between you both. If your cheeks weren’t red enough before, it’s now definitely flaring under his intense gaze, especially with the wet string that still comfortably hung in the air on your bottom lips.
It held your everything, the same way that he has your everything.
“If you’re up for it.”
The way you quickly nod to his invitation is what sends Chanhee’s once soft grip on your arm down straight to your clothed core. He watches thoughtfully at the way you crane your neck backwards, cursing into the warm air. Taking this open opportunity, he moves his fingers painfully slow, particularly finding the wet and darker spot on your pink panties. It sends you squirming and over the edge almost too quickly, your back arching off the counter and he keeps his hand still and lets you moan freely when you push against the tips of his fingers.
“Oh God…”
“Raise your head, bubs. I want to kiss you.”
But you physically can’t. Not with the way he whispers it so seductively and not with the way his index and thumb hook around the crotch of the fabric that keeps on getting damper as time passes by. Chanhee didn’t need to know anymore, knowing well that your body couldn’t hold on for any longer, desperate for a release to take place—for him though, he has other things that he wants to do to you before that.
First, the marks around your clean neck need to be fixed. When he did lean forward so did the way his two fingers underneath you pull the fabric down and release it, slapping your sensitive clit as a result. You couldn’t even scold him for it because your neck suddenly felt cold with the way he ran his tongue on your collarbones and the added little touches and nudges from his nose on the crook of your neck is the reason why you started to tear up.
“Stay still for a bit.”
Knowing very well that you couldn’t though, Chanhee takes it upon himself to place a hand behind your nape, straightening your posture. Oh, how he wished you picked a better outfit for this as well because the neckline of his top is too tight for him to easily expose more skin around your neck. However, when Chanhee wants to place kisses on your neck, he must, he will and he has always succeeded. Just like now as he uses his chin to anchor the fabric down to trap you between two forces: his harsh sucks from his pretty lips and the harsher grip that he has behind your neck.
“C-Chanhee, move your fingers please.”
Finally, the begging begins and you could curse him out for the momentary smirk against your skin before he lunges in once more to the other collarbone, this time using his teeth to mark his love bites on your still clean skin. Down where your aching, lonely pussy was in his hands that still ghost the opening of your body. There is a lot of self-control happening here for both of you, especially for Chanhee because he has never left you this deprived of his touch before for such a long time during sex.
The thoughts make your head spiral and the tears finally roll down your flushed cheeks. When you open your eyes for a second, you see the moment of hesitation and the way his lips parted in surprise.
“No, no.” You quickly rebut. Your hands fly up to wrap around his neck, pushing him back down to your neck, “I’m fine, please keep going.”
“How far are you willing to take this, baby girl?” There goes the pet name that is reserved for you only within private settings. This makes you excited and Chanhee feels this with the way you let out a gush of lubrication on his fingers. He pushed back against the strength of your arms, staring straight at your half-hooded eyes. Stealing another kiss and licking the drool off your lips, you know your moans aren’t enough for him to continue, “Tell me or else I’ll stop right now.”
“Chanhee…” In all the previous sex sessions together, he always treated you gently. The way his hands would knead the sides of your waist against the mattress, kissing down your stomach to the insides of your thighs, all so perfect for him and you. But you can tell through the flash that runs across his eyes that he has wanted to be more rough on you, use more force and what happened just then, you know is the first step towards his hidden desires. You shyly smile at your boyfriend, cupping his cheek and reassuring him. “Do whatever you want to do. I trust you.”
“Will you trust me even if I break you?”
“You can break my body if you want to,” Your side of your index finger traces down his jawline before turning its finger pad on his chin to act as a hook, bringing his face closer to you. You realise now that he is panting…pretty hard, “but that will never break my trust for you.”
That’s all it takes for him to let go of his worries.
Unfortunately for your aching core, he snaps the fabric once more and you gasp sharply at the feeling. You should’ve maybe known that the gasps would increasingly get louder in the next few seconds. Chanhee lifts you by your ass, plopping your body down to the shorter side of your rectangular study desk and he makes himself comfortable between your legs that he had to forcefully separate.
His fingers continue to rub against your folds, hushing whilst telling you to let go all over him. With your eyes rolled back and your neck falling backwards, Chanhee praises you for the first mess of the night.
The increasing darkness in his eyes should have been enough indication for you because, without another warning, your exposed stomach and bra are now visible to his eyes. Further, he couldn’t wait any longer to see you fully, hooking one of his fingers to the centre gore of your bra, seeing the slight bounce of your breasts as they breathed free in the chilling air.
Chanhee licks his lips, scanning your topless figure, grunting at the sight of everything that he has ever wanted in his life. He didn’t waste another moment and you didn’t even bother to bat an eye when you saw your laptop being pushed away from the corner of your eye, almost at the edge of the table by how desperate the two of you are for each other. A little push was given to your shoulder and you lay your heated back on the small desk. The sudden change in temperature makes you want to curl up to conserve your body heat, including your knees that have started to rise but failed to when they get pushed back down.
"Shit." There was that little nudge behind the thin fabric of his pants that made your entire body shake. “God, you’re so…ugh…”
“Don’t know if you should be muttering his name when I’m right here.” Determination courses through his body when the visible tip of the tent from his pants makes contact with your aching core. You whimper and twist your body to the side, unable to handle the newfound pleasure that he’s giving you.
Chanhee keeps a grip on your shuddering body by your arms, communicating for you to keep still under him from his eyes. You get the message, clashing your lips with his to devour every bit of him. He keeps your mouth busy as he rolls your panties down just enough for you to kick it off somewhere in the room and takes care of his pairs afterwards.
A hand supports his long shaft, Chanhee purposely nudges the tip of the head onto your swollen clit, pushing and pulling to hear the moans release from you whenever he does so. You're still very sensitive with your senses heightened and he's using that to his very advantage.
There's a smirk painted on his lips but the hand that cups your face says that he’s still willing to stop if you give him any indication. But fuck that because there's no way you would tell him to stop. Not when he lays his forehead to yours and starts pushing himself into your dripping hole.
“Good girl,” Chanhee kisses the sweat dripping down the side of your face. “I’m going to keep going.” And he starts to push in deeper through different angles, moving through your velvet walls at the pace that you like.
It’s times like these when you remember once more that Chanhee is the only one for you: his hand that holds the curves of your waist, the other reaching the base of your neck but never hurting you, gripping your flesh with the right possessiveness, his moans that rile you up even further, the way he controls the rolling of his hips with yours so that he can touch the spot that makes you delirious, how he tries his best to keep his eyes open not only because he wants to see you under him but also to make sure you’re alright despite wanting to deprive the sensory information so that he can focus on the feeling where your bodies meet—he’s so perfect for you.
“C-Chanhee…” Your nails lightly scratch the surface of his arms, feeling the familiar wave of pleasure growing closer and closer to you. “I’m so close!...”
“Me too.” He groans and feverishly kisses your lips. “I want you to focus on the sensations from your lower body parts.” He buries his lips in the crook of your neck, biting and pulling your skin with his teeth. “Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” His pelvis continues to do his work on your body, his hold on your hips keeping you from moving too far away from his thrusting. His thumbs swipe your skin, a silent plea for you to release first. “Come on, baby girl.” He grits his teeth, his neck veins visible, “Let go all over me.”
Within a few seconds, you come undone under his hold and Chanhee releases his love for you deep inside your body. His arms give out immediately, burying his face into your chest, gulping and relishing how your liquids mixed, taking in the drip that escapes and runs down from your hole. Chanhee still lets out praises, kissing every part of you that he can, smiling at your pants and ‘thank you’s.
“You’re so perfect.” Whispering to the shell of your ear, patting your head and soothing you from the passionate session. “You did so well.”
“I love you.” It comes out a bit croaked but the genuine emotions from it didn’t get lost.
“I love you too.”
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the boyz and how they take care of you
tags — fluff, ot11 x gn!reader, unedited
sangyeon always makes sure you can't hurt yourself. he covers the corners of tables with his hand when you bend down to pick something up, and the top of the car door when you get in and out of a car. he has bandaids in hand at all times ("in case of emergencies," he says.) he’d make you take off your shoes and use his instead when they become too painful to walk in. he would have one hand around you during public transport; always ready to catch you in case you fall when the ride stops abruptly.
jacob never lets you overwork yourself. he'd check up on you whenever you're holed up in your room, stressing over whatever you're working on. he would bring you food and (if it's possible, healthy) snacks so you can eat while you work. besides reminding you to drink water, he'd also make you warm drinks, like a cup of tea or hot chocolate. he'd make you go to sleep when you've been working for far too long, dragging you to bed and wrapping his arms around you. with a kiss, he'd shush your complaints and continues to hold you in his arms until you fall asleep.
younghoon loves it when you fall sleep on his shoulder. after kissing the top of your head, he’d brush strands of hair off your face so it wouldn’t bother you when you sleep. he makes other people shut up when they're being loud in case it would disturb your peaceful slumber. he’d rest his head on top of yours, with one hand smoothing over the back of your hand, further lulling you into a deep sleep. even when his arm is cramping up and his bladder his full, he wouldn't move an inch, scared of the prospect of waking you up.
even after years of dating, hyunjae still rushes to your side to open the car door for you. he insists on driving, and when he steps on the brakes, he would have one arm outstretched in front of you so you wouldn’t hit the dashboard. with a window rolled down, he’d wait for you to get inside before driving off, watching as your back disappear behind the door. he’d text you when he reaches his place, and would send a selfie of himself grinning ear to ear with a thumb's up pose to ensure you that he’s safe and sound.
to juyeon, doing household chores and other domestic things with you is only the bare minimum. coming up from behind you, he’d take things on shelves that are out of your reach. he insists on changing your bulbs for you; claiming that it’s too dangerous for you to do on your own. you and juyeon take turns on cooking duty and washing the dishes, and sometimes he would even do both without any complaint. also expect having regular laundry days with him, where he’d help you change your sheets and put clothes away.
kevin has gotten used to getting ready with you. he’d help you zip up or button your clothes when it’s hard for you to reach them by yourself. his fingers would brush your skin when he helps you put on jewelry, and it never fails to send shivers up your spine. he keeps a spare hair tie or a headband with him at all times, ready to give it to you when your hair is starting to bother you. when he takes you out to eat, he never forgets to roll up the sleeves of your shirt so it wouldn’t get stained by the food you were eating.
chanhee doesn’t share his food with just anyone, but he always offers you the first bite of his food. when you're eating together, he's open your sauce packets and refill your glass without you having to ask him to. despite his tight schedule, he always makes time to make sure you’re eating regularly and staying hydrated. and when he has no time to meet you in person, he’d send you a cryptic text message saying ‘open the door’. when you finally do, you’d be greeted by food that had been ordered by him delivered to your doorstep.
changmin never fails to keeps you comfortable. when it's cold, he'd pull you into a hug and make an attempt to wrap you in his jacket. if you ask, he'd give you his jacket (he'd complain for a bit, maybe fake a dramatic pout, but he'd still end up giving it to you). he always manages to find something to put over you when you're asleep so you can stay warm. he would also wipe your face with micellar water whenever you forget to do so, careful not to wake you up as he drags the cotton pad across your face.
everyone knows that haknyeon is a gentleman. he knows the sidewalk rule; he moves you so that he would walk on the side closer to the road. he's also careful to walk right next to you when you cross roads, and he's always on the side where the cars are approaching. he holds open every door for you, smiling sweetly before motioning for you to go through the door first. when he's alone with you, he tries his best to give you his undivided attention, only every so often checking his phone for important messages.
sunwoo is always discreet when it comes to taking care of you. you never notice, but he's always watching you from across the room, ready to save you from whatever situation you're in whenever you start to show signs of discomfort. he stops you from picking on your scars and lips by wrapping his hand around your wrist, or better yet, he'd lace your fingers with his and kiss the back of your hand. after eating, he'd wordlessly wipe the corners of your lips and clean your hands with tissue, even when it seems like his attention isn't on you.
eric wants you to know that you can rely on him. he never lets you carry anything heavy, so he's often found with your bag on his shoulder and the results of your shopping spree gripped tightly in his other hand. he always picks you up on every date; opening the front door would reveal eric grinning with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. he also walks you to the front door when he's taking you home, not forgetting to hug you tightly and kiss your hairline before he leaves.
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— your lips + my lips = apocalypse. . .
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sims 4
synopsis: you catch the eye of the most loved couple on campus, younghoon and chanhee
pairings: boyfriend! younghoon x plus sized, tall! g.n. reader x boyfriend! chanhee
genre: fluff, polyamorous couple
requested?: yes
warnings: death (younghoon’s sim), mention of food, judgement towards plus sized! reader from a minor character in the story but it comes and goes quickly + bbangnyu shuts it down fast
word count: 3.6k
general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois
a/n: yeaaaa i went off with this one. hope y’all like it 🫶. this request was so fun, i enjoyed it a lot.
every thursday, friday, and saturday you sit in the same spot in the library. you sit in a back corner by the poetry section, a section where almost nobody comes to since collections of saddening love confessions don’t seem to be college kids forte nowadays. most days you would sit by and complete assignments, always making sure to finish everything before the due date so you don’t completely forget about it due to your lack of memory. but since you were constantly ahead of your assignments, some days you would either sit on your laptop and play the sims 4 or read a random book off of the book shelf nearest to you.
thankfully, no one ever dared to bother you. you’ve always mainly kept to yourself for the most part, only ever speaking to others when you had a project or someone dared to ask you something like directions to their classroom or the cafeteria. the resting bitch face you were gifted with along with your introverted personality made you somewhat of an outsider on top of going to a college that was three hours away from all you’ve ever known. you never cared of how others perceived you, you just always went about your day and did what you had to do to ensure a successful life for yourself. and you liked it that way.
the rain droplets danced against the large window as you played the sims 4 on your laptop, creating a new sim for the legacy challenge you had started around a week ago. since it was not only a friday evening but the weather was gloomy, not many people were in the library except for a few groups of people working on group projects and individuals checking out books for classes. but you enjoyed the vibe of the growing night, day6’s about now playing in your earphones as the world moved around you.
on weekends, the library closed by seven. but since the weather called for thunderstorms, the two lovebirds working behind the desk decided to close an hour early to ensure everyone’s safety when getting home, themselves included. both chanhee and younghoon were known around campus as the cutest, most refreshing couple, having been dating since freshman year of college and still going strong in their last year. they were both very friendly and became seemingly popular due to that fact, their clothes seeming to match in opposite ways and hair colors matching in some way, shape, or form. everybody adored them, and to say you didn’t would be a lie.
younghoon picks up the microphone in the library to speak into the loudspeaker, lowering the volume of it so it wouldn’t be too loud for those studying. “the library will be closing early today at 6PM due to the upcoming thunderstorm, thank you for your patience and understanding.”
chanhee snickers at the tone and word choice of his boyfriend, turning from the computer he was logging check-outs into. “you make yourself sound like an elderly english professor.”
younghoon rolls his eyes, walking back over to his lover and placing a quick peck to the top of his head before ruffling his bubblegum pink hair. “you’re lucky i love you.”
time passes you by, the announcement completely flying over your head as you were too deep into your game and day6’s discography bringing you into your own universe. as it nears 6PM, chanhee stands up from behind the desk and starts checking up and down the isles for students. a few are still lingering around so he tells them that they’re closing early, sending them off into the growing rain as he continues his rounds and younghoon finishes the closing duties in the front of the library. as the pink haired man gets to the back of the library, his eyes land on you. he looks you over for a split second, admiring your academia inspired outfit as your fingers glide across the pad of your laptop. noticing your wired headphones and your screen showcasing you playing the sims, he slowly approaches you as to not startle you.
feeling a gentle touch to your shoulder, you jump slightly in your chair and turn to see chanhee. taking off your headphones, you quickly glance at your phone and realize the time. “i’m sorry,” you start, quickly saving your game before closing the screen and shoving the laptop into its case. “i didn’t even realize the time.”
he chuckles, taking a step back so as to not be so close to you. “it’s okay, you seemed busy anyway. sorry for startling you.”
shaking your head as you stand to your feet, chanhee takes in how tall you seem to be. taller than him maybe? he was already 5’11, so maybe you were 6’? but now was not the time to ask, so he pushed his question aside. “it’s okay.” you respond, smiling politely at him before slipping on a hoodie and throwing your bag over your shoulder. “sorry again for not noticing the time.”
“it’s okay, really.” chanhee reassures, making the sweaters of his sleeves into paws. “the sims can be time consuming and hectic so i understand.”
you turn to look at him, the corners of your mouth grinning slightly. “you play the sims?” he nods, causing your smile to brighten. “i rarely find anyone who plays it, that’s so cool.”
as you both walk to the front of the library, taking your time to gush about your different towns and crazy sims 4 lore, younghoon is standing in front of the counter all ready to leave as the time is now 6:05. seeing his pink hair poke around the corner, he hears him having a conversation about something with an unfamiliar voice. as they turn the corner, his eyes stick to you. younghoon has seen you around campus, even sharing a class with you once or twice, but he never spoke to you since you were always so quiet and kept to yourself. regardless, he liked the energy you exuded within your daily outfits and admired you from afar. he watches as you both say goodbye to one another and you exit the library, chanhee locking the door behind you.
“who was that?” younghoon questions, holding out chanhee’s jacket for him and watching him put it on.
“y/n.” he says nonchalantly, throwing a hat on his head and adjusting his bangs. “they seem cool, they like the sims too!”
chuckling, younghoon grabs his boyfriend’s hand and starts walking towards the back entrance of the library. “good, you finally have someone to bother with about your sims that isn’t me.” he jokes, placing a quick kiss to his temple as chanhee pouts.
“that’s why your sim drowned on day two.”
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the next day, younghoon takes notice of when you enter the library. but you don’t notice him though, your head always held high as you walked towards the back where your regular seat remained unoccupied. chanhee was off today, busy setting up a small gallery showing for the photography club on campus. tonight it was just him, having to do all of the closing routine by himself. he had never done that before, he just hoped it wouldn’t take so long to do so.
you sat in the back, re-reading and re-writing an essay before finally sending it in several hours later. with thirty minutes of time to kill, you decide to grab the nearest book off the shelf and start reading the cheesy poetry you secretly adored. as time neared 7PM, you quickly shoved the book back onto the shelf and packed your things. as closing time neared, younghoon was almost done with the closing duties as he noticed you walk out without a word.
catching himself staring as you passed, he quickly knocked sense into himself before cleaning up the rest of the books and logs and checking for any other individuals in the library. once he was completely finished with the closing shift, he grabbed all his items and ran out of the door to finally relax back at his apartment. as he left the library, his eyes landed on the pouring rain. scanning the outside, his eyes landed on you standing under a covering that was not doing a proper job at keeping you dry. younghoon would be lying if he said he didn’t feel bad, watching you stand there as you contemplated on running out in the rain or just calling for an uber home to avoid being soaked by the time you reached your apartment. he soon found himself wandering over to you, his umbrella in one hand as the other was shoved into his jean pocket.
as you stared out into the distance deep in thought, you suddenly felt a presence both next to and above you. scared, you look up above to see a black umbrella hovering over you. to your right, a tall man holding said umbrella. you automatically recognize him as younghoon, chanhee’s boyfriend that he briefly mentioned in conversation. you weren’t sure what to say, so you just bowed your head slightly at him as a thank you. staring at each other, eyes and expressions unreadable, the silence is both awkward yet comforting as the sounds of the rain pelt against the pavement.
younghoon was the first one to break the silence, his palms becoming sweaty for unknown reasons. “i, uh, didn’t want you to get wet. you seemed unsure of what to do, so.”
you nod, biting on the inside of your cheek out of nervousness. “thank you, younghoon. i appreciate it.”
another minute passes in silence, causing you to begin twiddling with your thumbs out of habit. “did you need a ride home?”
you shake your head, chuckling at his offer. “i’m okay, but thank you. i think i’m just going to walk home tonight.”
“are you sure? i don’t mind at all.”
“as sweet as the gesture is, we did just officially meet so i wouldn’t feel too comfortable with that. but thank you regardless, i appreciate you asking.” you smile up at him, taking in note that you are both similar in height so you don’t have to look too far up into his eyes.
“ah, i understand.” once your eye’s finally meet his, he feels his heart race at the sight of your alluring smile. he couldn’t help but smile back, your smile infectious. “at least take my umbrella, i have an extra one in my car and you can just give this one back whenever we see each other next.”
deciding it was reasonable, you nodded and asked if it was positive if you borrowed it for the time being. when he reassured you it was, you took it from his hands and thanked him once again, promising to bring it back to him once you returned to the library as you walked away into the pouring rain.
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a week of classes passed without a sight of you, both chanhee and younghoon secretly hoping they’d bump into you somehow. but atlas, they never did. everything they arrived at work, they hoped to see you enter and walk back between the shelves of books but never did. well, up until thursday that is. when chanhee saw you walk in, he expected you to walk to your usual spot and do your own thing till closing. but when you walked up to the counter, he suddenly felt nervous yet excited.
“hey chanhee, is younghoon around?” you question, leaning on the counter with your elbow as your chin rests in your hand.
“he’s on his break right now, he should be back in like, ten minutes.” he responds, his tone soft yet loud enough for you to hear. “why?”
“last week he let me borrow his umbrella so i just want to return it to him.”
he nods, watching you walk after responding back into the corner you always sat. after a couple of minutes, younghoon returns with some food and coffee for them both. a few minutes pass by, both of them checking out customers until you come up to younghoon’s side with his umbrella when the line has no more customers left.
“thank you for letting me borrow it last week, i appreciate it a lot.” you say, smiling politely as you hand it to him.
after younghoon mutters a small ‘you're welcome’, the two boyfriends watch you walk back into the sea of students and disappear behind shelves once again. hours pass as you finish up your work with an hour to spare before closing, opening your laptop to play the sims once again. dean’s discography engulfs you in a warm embrace as time moves by quickly, your own universe bringing serenity and comfort.
before you know it, it’s ten minutes before closing and you start packing up your items. younghoon awaits for you to pop out from behind the shelves of books, trying not to make it obvious he’s waiting to see you as chanhee checks for students throughout the library to remind them they’re closing for the night. as you make your way to the front, chanhee stops you before you’re even in front of the door.
when you hear your name being called over the music in your headphones, you look over to see the pink haired man smiling at you. you return the smile, curious as to why he’s calling you. “did i do something wrong?” you ask dumbfounded, removing an earbud from your ear with softening eyes.
chanhee shakes his head, letting out shy laughter before answering you. “no, nothing like that. i, uh, well we,” he stutters as he motions towards him and his boyfriend. “wanted to know if you wanted to get to know us better. like, on a date. if you’re comfortable doing that, of course.”
shocked wouldn’t even begin to describe how you feel. you, being asked out on a date, after several years of not even putting yourself out there? and all it took was weekly three day trips to the library to asked out? the silence you provided made their anxiety shoot up, thinking you would tell them no. “sure!” you finally respond with your shimmering smile, your body language giving away your obvious excitement. “when would you want to?”
at the corner of your eye you see younghoon shuffling behind the desk, as you turn your head you see him lifting up a wooden picnic basket and placing it on the counter. “we’re free now, if you are?” younghoon sounded more nervous than chanhee, making you giggle and agreeing to the nightly picnic.
ever since that first night, all three of you became inseparable. it was safe to say that when people saw you three meeting whenever you could, the occasional hand brushes and heart eyes were something anyone could notice from a mile away. all three of you took it slow since you were beginners at developing a polyamorous relationship and wanting to make each other feel as comfortable as possible. and even though some people may have thought it was odd, nothing could have felt more right.
one tuesday night after finishing your class early, you decided to bring some food over to the library so your two soon-to-be boyfriends wouldn’t go hungry until work finished. as you walked through the halls and up the stairs to the library, you enter and notice neither of them behind the counter as per usual. even though you found it odd, you brushed it aside and started looking around for them. behind one of the glass doors that lead into the office, you noticed another worker in there filing some documents. since everyone working there started to get acquainted with you slowly but surely, you sneak behind the desk and ask about where the two boyfriends are. the worker tells you they’re down by the group tables on break, pointing in the direction they went. nodding, you make your way towards the area.
as you start to approach the area, you hear them having a conversation with someone else. you weren’t sure who since you don’t know many people around campus, but you assume it’s a friend of theirs. normally you wouldn’t eavesdrop, but the atmosphere surrounding them had a serious feel to it so you hid behind a bookcase and listened in.
“i’m just surprised, that's all. i didn’t think you guys would go for someone like them.”
you roll your eyes at the comment, having heard it multiple times throughout your life. “what’s that supposed to mean? someone like what?” younghoon asks, his teeth gritting from the obnoxious comment made by their so-called friend.
“you know.” the friend trails, movement being heard as he uses his hands to motion something.
“i don’t see how them being chubby has anything to do with our feelings for them, that shit makes no sense.” chanhee blurts out, leaning back in the uncomfortable wooden chair and crossing his arms across his chest.
“it’s not just that-“
“then what is it, huh?” chanhee’s voice seems to get louder, making your eyes widen. you’ve never heard him raise his voice, you never thought he’d even have it in him to do that.
“compared to you, they’re just so different. especially in size-“
you hear younghoon try to calm down his boyfriend, but the tone of his own voice shows aggravation as well. deciding it was enough, you turn down from the bookcase and tap both of their arms gently. once they notice it’s you, their demeanor changes and suddenly they seem less tense. you glare at their friend before grabbing both of their hands, dragging them into a study room and closing the door behind the three of you.
although seeing you did calm them down, the words of their ‘friend’ still ran through their mind. “guys, are you okay? take deep breaths.” you reassure them, locking the door and walking towards them to put the containers of food on the table.
you rub both of their arms, sending them a comforting smile. a smile they're both starting to fall for gradually. “how much of that did you hear?” chanhee asks as younghoon calms himself down with your suggestion, taking his hand and grabbing your unoccupied one.
“not a lot, but just enough to know he was talking absolute bullshit.”
younghoon takes his hand and cups your right left cheek, staring at you with the utmost love reflecting in his eyes. “you don’t believe all that, do you?”
you shake your head, letting out some laughter. “of course not. i’m secure enough within myself to not believe any lies like that.”
younghoon places his forehead against yours, his lips brushing up against yours for a split second. “can i kiss you?”
when you nod in agreement, younghoon wastes no time smashing his lips onto yours and pulling your body against his. was sharing your first kiss in a study room at his job in the library ideal? not exactly, but he just wants to make you feel loved. he wants you to know he doesn’t believe in anything negative anyone has to say against you, because why should any of that matter? what he and chanhee feel for you shouldn’t matter to anyone else but you three, plain and simple.
pulling away panting, you both stare at one another for a few seconds before you hear a pouting chanhee to your right. turning your heads, he stands there with his arms crossed over his chest and his bottom lip poking out.
“me next?” he mumbled, smiling as soon as you said ‘yes’ and pulling you to him by your waist gently.
chanhee wastes no time placing his lips on yours, having wanted to do this for quite a few weeks now but never knowing the perfect timing. he adored everything about you, both inside and out. not one flaw detected as he showed you with passion in your first kiss. as your hands rest in his hair, playing with his strands of pink, you pull away with a big smile.
chanhee wastes no time, his breathing pattern is not even regulated yet before he asks, “does this mean we’re official? all three of us? finally?”
“if this is you asking me out on your thirty minute break at your job in a study room then sure, yeah.” you joke, placing a small kiss to the tip of his nose before pulling away so no one can potentially see what is happening in the room. “but does this mean i have to match with both of you now?”
looking over at each other for a moment, they shrug and take seats at the chairs. “maybe from time to time, chanhee really likes it when we match on dates.” younghoon mentions, patting his thighs and motioning for you to sit. you debate if you should, but ultimately decide to anyway. younghoon holds you in his lap, arms wrapping around your waist and swiveling around his chair as his head rests on top of yours. “i don’t even want to go back to work now, i’m too happy.”
chanhee’s smile never fades as he opens up the containers of food, picking up a pair of chopsticks out of the bag and begging to eat some sushi you bought from their favorite restaurant. “me neither, but looking at the time we only have five minutes left.”
you sigh into younghoon’s shoulder, your arms wrapped around his neck as you think. “i can meet you guys after your shift, maybe we can hang out or something afterwards?”
both of your boyfriends perk up, nodding in agreement with mouths full of sushi. after swallowing a piece, chanhee comes up with a suggestion. “would you be comfortable spending the night with us?”
when they go back to work, you run back to your apartment and pack an overnight bag to take with you to your boyfriends’ apartment for the first time. and although you were technically sleeping over, there wasn’t much sleeping going on.
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hi~ can I request for a the boyz reaction when their girlfriend's personality is the complete opposite of theirs? I hope you have a great day! <3
hi! sorry this took so long to reply to ;-; had a bit of a writers block ;-; not sure if i wrote this how you wanted since i based this mostly on their mbti types, if so, sorry about that!
🎐 sangyeon:
sangyeon tends to think positively and dislikes negativity, thus avoiding any gloomy situations around him. he likes to put himself in the center of attention and radiate a ‘big brother’ energy. when you start dating sangyeon, it’s like a new world opens up to you. being a person who sees most of the things in a pessimistic light, you always wonder how someone like sangyeon managed to fall in love with you. however, sangyeon is great at showing you exactly why, taking you on dates every week and making you fall in love with him even more. because of him you start seeing the world in a different light and he truly makes you feel like a better person.
🎏 jacob:
jacob tends to be on a more quieter side and always keeps his thoughts/feelings bottled up inside. so he’s very fascinated whenever he sees you freely talk with anyone that’s not relatively close to you. he loves listening to your daily talks about little things or basically anything that happened throughout your day and it puts him at peace. he doesn’t feel the need to socialize with other people when he has you around since you enlighten him with everything.
🪸 younghoon:
younghoon tends to get jealous over anything even remotely small. because of that, he also tends to get a bit overprotective over you and whatever you do, even managing to scare some people away. this happens a lot since you like the attention and gravitate towards it. it does get a bit exhausting to you, having to explain to him that he’s the only one you love, but you also try to understand him. you both do have a lot of talks over this which makes it a tad easier to approach.
🎐 hyunjae:
hyunjae is very straightforward and tends to tell anyone how it is, wether it’s good or bad. however, if it’s you, hyunjae tends to go softer with his words or actions just to show how much he loves you. but he does get annoyed when you don’t tell him what’s wrong when something’s bothering you since you usually tend to go over things rather than saying it how it is. you do, however, have a few misunderstandings over this because hyunjae just can’t understand why is it so hard for you to express your thoughts. but overtime both of you still make it work.
🎏 juyeon:
juyeon really enjoys being around other people and can smoothly get into any conversation but he never fails to leave you out of it. usually snaking his arm around your waist and encouraging you to spark a conversation yourself. you love that he’s that attentive to your quieter self but you being a person that needs to charge your social battery every now and then, you quite often need to get away from the crowds and have some alone time. juyeon understands that and mostly always prefers to spend his time with you than others.
🪸 kevin:
kevin is like an open book, you will practically know most of him after a first meeting. he likes to talk a lot and share a bunch of unnecessary facts about himself while you, on the other hand, like to keep to yourself, wary of other people’s opinions. so it takes kevin awhile to completely open you up, but he really puts time into it and doesn’t press you over it. kevin honestly loves learning something new about you every day and it makes him feel very soft and giddy.
🎐new / chanhee:
chanhee gets sensitive over small things so you have to be extra attentive on whatever you do so you don’t accidentally push him away. you tend to do things without a second thought which sometimes don’t go unnoticed for chanhee. he is also someone who’s very hard to read so you have to spend some extra time to get to know him more and grow closer overtime.
🎏 q / changmin:
changmin is heavily focused on the present and likes to live in the moment. he is determined to show his best but fails to hide the fact that he sometimes goes too hard on himself. this is where you come in - you’re great at calming him down and be a shoulder to cry on when changmin’s going through a difficult day. changmin also likes to entertain those around him and joke a lot so he easily gets your happiness level up.
🪸 juhaknyeon:
juhaknyeon has a lot of confidence and is very energetic which leads him to truly believe in himself and his abilities. when he meets you, he’s afraid of scaring you away since you’re timid, so he presents himself as someone who’s very caring and soft with his words. of course, you don’t want him to fully hide his true personality so you willingly push him to open up more and also collectively try to become more confident in yourself. honestly, the more you date, the more alike you become.
🎐 sunwoo:
sunwoo is competitive and would always try to be first in whatever he’s doing. sometimes he tends to get too over the top which unfortunately makes you feel like you’re not doing enough. however sunwoo cares about you deeply and is really attentive so you’re not left with those feelings for too long. rather than being competitive, you mostly tend to stick to yourself and focus on one thing at the time, which where your personalities tend to clash a bit but you both make it work.
🎏 eric:
eric is someone who’s really lively and outgoing, which is perfect since you’re like that too. but you get separated by the line where eric tends to be sensitive to stuff and you don’t. eric worries a lot and overthinks every little detail, which makes him take a double take over anything he does. he’s glad that he has someone like you, who can give him some kind of comfort and encourage his actions till he believes in himself even more over time.
#good time to say that i miss eric#the boyz imagines#the boyz fluff#the boyz sangyeon#the boyz hyunjae#the boyz q#the boyz new#the boyz juyeon#the boyz younghoon#the boyz kevin#the boyz sunwoo#the boyz eric#the boyz juhaknyeon#the boyz jacob#sangyeon fluff#changmin fluff#chanhee fluff#sunwoo fluff#juhaknyeon fluff#jacob fluff#eric fluff#hyunjae fluff#juyeon fluff#kevin moon fluff
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kiss me awake pt 3
(98 line) when you wake them up with a kiss~
genre: flirty juyeon, a lot of cuddling, sleepy cuddles, slight drunk changmin the night before?? lol
notes: changmin biting the other members when he was drunk is the craziest thing I've ever heard of.. hope you enjoyed this series!! soon, there will be a full fic for my beloved #1 fan ~
word count: 1.2k
juyeon
you yawned, staring at the mirror for a minute too long before finally deciding to exit the bathroom. it was early in the morning, really early. you had work that day while juyeon, your lover, had his own day off. you sighed.
you also had an important event that day, so you dressed up quite a bit. when you walked back into the room after touching up your hair, he was still sleeping, curled up all alone on the bed. oh, how you wished to join him and go back to sleep.
you knew he didn’t like sleeping in so you walked over to him. you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. he stirred in response and he almost immediately knew it was you.
his lips formed a cat-like smile as he blinked his eyes open.
you laughed, “hi, handsome.”
he was actually cute at that moment, with his messy bed hair and slightly puffy eyes. he turned to you and sat up, rubbing his eyes. his droopy eyes looked you over with a glint in them.
“hey, pretty.”
you shoved him slightly, making him fall back on the bed, “don’t be a flirt.”
“why?” he propped himself on his forearms to look you over again, making you blush. then, he leaned forward and hugged you, burying his face into your stomach. “when you wake me up looking like this, i can’t help it.”
his eyes were big now, peering at you through his eyelashes.
“okay, okay,” you smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss on his forehead. “see you later… handsome.”
you turned around to leave for the day. but, you paused at the door when you heard his quiet, deep voice from behind you.
“i’ll be waiting for you, pretty.”
kevin
“has anyone seen kevin?” you peeked into one of the rooms. your friend shrugged.
“he said he wanted some alone time so, he’s probably in that room,” they pointed to the door. you walked in and you noticed that he seemed to have fallen. his eyes were closed and his whole body was relaxed on the bed.
you smiled and walked over.
“hm?” you noticed, that in his hand, his phone was on. he had searched for something on it. you leaned closer and read the words: cute gifts for your s/o.
your heart practically soared and you immediately pressed a kiss to his lips without giving it a second thought. he startled and panicked, looking around quickly.
“hi kev,” you greeted, hiding your shy smile.
his eyes landed on you and he visibly relaxed, “oh, y/n. i missed you.” then, his head whipped to where his phone was gripped in his hands, still on. he hurriedly shut it off before you could see (though you did).
“so!” he laughed nervously. “d-did you see anything?”
“nope,” you held in a laugh. “nothing at all.”
he smiled and let out a relieved sigh. then, he pulled you in so that you were both lying in bed facing each other. he observed your features, smiling sweetly. you smiled back, your heart thumping.
“for your information…” you started.
“i think that a handmade bracelet would be a cute gift,” and you couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh at his shocked expression. his eyes widened and he gasped.
“so you did see!”
“see what?” you looked at him innocently.
he poked your cheek, glaring playfully, “don’t try to act dumb. but thanks for the idea." he winked before kissing you.
chanhee
you yawned, stretching your body after spending so long cleaning the whole place for the guests coming over. then, you remembered that chanhee was working on editing some pictures on the couch, so you decided to check up on him.
you paused when you saw him. he fell asleep, with his computer on the table as he laid out on the couch, his eyes closed and peacefully.
you leaned over and poked his cheek with your finger. he didn’t stir. so, you decided to press a kiss to his cheek, just to test if it works.
and then he woke up.
he peered at you with droopy eyes, “did i fall asleep?”
you smiled with amusement, “what do you think?”
“agh,” he pouted, getting up from his lying position. “i was literally almost done and i just had to fall asleep…” he grumbled.
you waved him off, sitting next to him. you wrapped your arms around his side, hugging him warmly causing him to relax and melt.
“it’s okay,” you simply replied.
“why?” he whined. he glanced at the date. “i’m pretty sure this was due a while ago…”
“yeah but…” you reached a hand up to caress his cheek, turning him to face you. he slightly flushed at the close proximity. “you looked really cute just now.”
chanhee stared at you with wide eyes, completely silent. then, he pushed you away, his ears red now.
“don’t… be ridiculous. you're the one who kissed me to wake me up. you can't just do that!"
you crossed your arms, “i’m being serious. and why not? i love kissing you.”
he laughed shyly, “in that case,” he thought for a moment. “this can wait another day.” he grabbed onto you to lie next to him as he latched onto you like a koala. “i’m going back to sleep.” and just before he fell asleep, he pressed a light kiss to your nose.
changmin
you took in a shaky breath, your eyes staring straight at the bowl of soup in your hands. you were incredibly focused on not spilling it. finally, you made it to the room where you knew changmin was having an incredibly deep slumber.
you placed the bowl on the nightstand. and then you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. he groaned as he slowly woke up. when he opened his eyes and caught sight of you, he smiled tiredly and grasped your wrist to pull you into bed with him.
you yelped.
“you kissed me awake,” he observed.
you nodded. you let out a sigh when you felt him attach to your body in a tight, possessive hug.
“changmin,” you called out.
“hmmm?” he hummed lazily.
“how much did you drink last night?”
he paused, silent for a moment before finally croaking out an awkward, “i drank enough.”
you tsked, “you drank enough to run around and bite eric and i.” you swiftly escaped his hold, making him whine cutely.
“come on, let me feed you,” you urged him. and to your surprise, he happily got up, listening to your orders. he was still sleepy but he looked adorable with his messy hair. and before you knew it, he had flopped back down on the bed with a groan.
“i have a headache.”
“yes, so you have to drink this.”
“but-”
with one hand, you pulled him back up. he stared at you with absolute awe.
“woah, you’re strong,” he looked at you with lovesick eyes, making you giggle.
but you still shrugged, ignoring him as you began to feed the soup to him. he smiled at you fondly after each and every bite.
“you’re so caring,” he suddenly whispered. his eyes began to get teary as he sniffed. “i love you so much…”
you stared at him in disbelief.
“changmin.”
“hmm?”
“are you still drunk?”
#the boyz reactions#the boyz fluff#the boyz imagines#tbz fluff#tbz imagines#juyeon fluff#juyeon x reader#kevin moon x reader#kevin moon fluff#chanhee x reader#chanhee fluff#changmin fluff#changmin x reader#imagines 💞
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39 + 56 fluff with chanhee:D?
Chanhee + Fluff -hope this makes up for the angst fic lol-
(I like my shirt on you. It's cute. + Wait, don't pull away. Not yet.)
You eye the smooth fabric of Chanhee's shirt in the bathroom and smile. Grateful to be in dry clothing, and only too happy to be wearing your crushes clothes, you bring the collar up to your nose and sniff. It smells like the heavenly scent of Chanhee and your smile grows wider.
Eyeing your own wet shirt on the floor, you scoop it up and bring it out of the bathroom with you. Immediately heading to the kitchen where the incident happened, you find Chanhee on the floor wiping up the mess.
"Chanhee, let me clean up! I'm the one that made the mess."
Without glancing up, he doesn't miss a beat. "It's not your fault. It was a freak accident."
A freak accident indeed. You're still unsure how the unopened bottle of juice exploded everywhere. Dropping down to your knees, you grab a rag and immediately begin helping him clean his kitchen floor. You don't notice Chanhee looking at you or that he stops wiping the floor until you have a small section cleaned. When you look up at him, you find him staring at you.
Quickly becoming self-conscious, you look down at yourself and back up at him. "What?"
He shakes his head and swallows. When he stays quiet, you don't think he's going to say anything, but then you hear his soft voice.
"I like my shirt on you. It's cute."
Feeling your entire body heat up, you duck your head and quietly mumble thanks before focusing back on the floor. When you hear Chanhee softly laugh and call you cute again, you're grateful you're already on the floor or else your legs probably would've given out on you.
You've been harboring a secret crush on Chanhee for quite some time now, and you have no idea what to do with what just happened. Besides play it over and over in your head for the rest of eternity.
Once the floor is cleaned, you lift the bucket of dirty water and begin to pour it into the sink. Chanhee immediately comes over to help you. His arms wrap around each side of you as he helps you drain the bucket.
Your entire body stiffens and you force yourself not to freak out. It's not like Chanhee and you have never hugged, but for some reason, this feels different. Maybe it's because he just called you cute, or maybe it's because you both know that you didn't need help emptying this little bucket. It certainly isn't a two-person job.
When the bucket is empty, you attempt to get out of Chanhee's grasp so your brain can start working again, but his voice stops you.
"Wait, don't pull away. Not yet."
You stop moving and carefully glance back at Chanhee. He meets your stare, and a moment later, you feel his hands on your arms. He slowly turns you to face him.
Meeting his eyes - which are searching your own - you swallow, noticing how dry your throat has gotten. When his eyes fall to your lips, your breath stutters. He notices and meets your stare again.
"Can I kiss you?" He softly asks, and you're so incredibly thankful that the counter is behind you to hold you up.
When you nod, he leans in and gently places his lips against yours. It's everything you've ever imagined it would be, and it's perfect. Just like him.
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bestie chanhee x gn reader!
GENRE. fluff and crack(?)
tbz m.list
#the boyz#the boyz fake texts#the boyz chanhee#chanhee#choi chanhee#the boyz fanfic#the boyz fluff#the boyz smau#the boyz x reader#chanhee x reader#chanhee fluff#tbz#tbz fanfic#tbz x reader#tbz fluff
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that's him, that's just who he is | tbz choi chanhee | new
"At least between us both,” the camera shutters and you take a shaky inhale, “one of us took the right path.”
PAIRING » tbz choi chanhee (new) x gn!reader (proofread twice—lmk if i made a mistake!)
TROPE/AU » friends 2 strangers, highschool au!, non-idol au!, idol au! (chanhee towards the end)
GENRE » angsty angst angst, unread messages, comforting friendship, supporting friendship, you both attend the same music academy, you both are preparing to become celebrities/idols!
WORD COUNT » 4168 (no seriously, 2k word limit who?)
ESTIMATED READING TIME » 15 mins
WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » financial difficulties, stress relating to: money, music, balancing friendships-work-school, upwards comparisons, failure at achieving dream job (reader's side), unsupportive teachers
navi/masterlist!! 🤍 series introduction 🤍 series masterlist 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'
my third story! i take it back when i said that the second is my favourite story because this is my new (no pun intended) favourite story. i had to stop multiple times because it hit me too many times 🥹👍
well...the self insert is really real here 🫂 and this got seriously personal (let's see how many times i say this with this series 👀)
big respect to chanhee for balancing his education, preparing to be an idol and having a part time job 🫂 i respect him so much
thank you for reading honey bee ☘️🐝 @sanaxo-o and happiest birthday to you!! this story isn't much of a gift since you've read it before but there is the other one hehe 💕
Unlike most of your other lessons, this one passed by as quickly as a blink of an eye. It might be because the air conditioner in the room was set to the perfect temperature or the way the tie around your collar didn’t suffocate you too much or maybe, it was the way that you were practically showered with a bunch of compliments as soon as you took a deep breath from your diaphragm, lifted your cheekbones and sung your heart out.
Swiftly, you smile at the affirming nods that your teacher gave you, writing down her notes to the three-minute performance that you were assigned to for the last month. Across the whole month, you recall the way the tip of the pen scratches the plastic board vigorously, tapping rapidly and furiously throughout the longest three minutes of your life. Usually, you would be assigned a new song every three weeks or have two songs to practice for five weeks. On the times that you didn’t succeed, it would be a hell lot of criticism, tears and punches on the wall as soon as you exited the small studio. Heck, even with the times when the tears made it out in the room, you could tell that even though she toned down her volume, those eyes looked at you no further than disinterest—sometimes she would unmistakably roll her eyes too.
It has always been in short, sickening.
Those were the times that you wanted to just rip out your vocal cords, swear that you would never sing again, not that you even could at that point, and run away from the one thing that gave you life in your tiring days.
“Pick a song.”
The statement made your head slightly crane forward towards your suddenly easygoing teacher. You let out a confusing hum and question to which she responds with an amused smile.
“I can…choose?”
“You can’t truly be a singer if you don’t know what songs fit you best or if you need someone to pick what songs you should sing. You don’t have to choose a challenging song yet. You’ve been singing for the past half year and you’re good at it, but you really only found your style recently and I would rather you focus on further developing it.” She shrugs leisurely after, “It’s up to you though.”
Either way, I’m still going to get paid.
Numerous song titles juggle in your mind, the different lyrics and tunes playing in your head as the memories of your lives flash through their respective melodies. However, it wasn’t easy for your mouth to announce any of the songs, your mind thinking of all the technicalities within each song that would definitely challenge the fragile, insecure side of you.
But art is a special type of hobby.
It’s one of those hobbies that no one would ever be able to ‘perfect’. Somebody would always criticise and pick it apart ruthlessly—and you would always have to pick up their words and carry them deep within your heart.
“Are you sure?” The way that she tilts her head to the side after writing down your choice says everything.
But you stood your ground.
You’ve been in love with this song for so long and all you wanted to do was to learn it properly. Who knows when you’ll be given the chance to pick again? So, with the bravest smile and the most convincing nod that your shaking body could give, she does her final notes on that worn-out notebook of hers. She also recites your homework and expectations for the next lesson before excusing your presence from the room.
You couldn't wait to scream the excitement out of your body, tell your parents and your best friend about what just happened, analyse the song and its technical aspec—
"I just don't think you'll make it."
You halt your steps and your journey. For such a good music academy, these rooms seriously needed thicker walls. You were genuinely surprised that you were still able to focus on your lessons (most of the time) through all the electric guitar, drum kits and unfortunately, other singers who were unable to hit those certain high notes.
It's times like these that you wish the academy could invest in their building more. You were lucky that your lesson room is located at the end of the hallway meaning that your criticism could only be heard by you, the teacher and maybe the two rooms in front and beside yours.
Chanhee wasn't so fortunate, being at the very front, the first door on the left. It left him vulnerable. The voice cracks, the times when he would go off tune or the rare times when he missed his count. It would all mercilessly be heard by anyone who would pass by just to go to the toilet or refill their empty, cold coffee mug.
You stood next to the wall where the glass doors of the lesson door, biting your bottom lip and you noticed how Chanhee wouldn’t even say anything to his teacher’s words. You could imagine how he had his head hung low, nodding occasionally at the words and was forced to repeat the same line over and over and over again until he got it right. You prayed silently in your heart and mind that time would go quicker for him so that he could walk out, breathe in some fresh air and take a break from the suffocating practice room.
When the door clicks open, Chanhee has that tired, sad smile to you that he gives most of the time. Your eyebrows fell a little but you were still able to give him an encouraging one back.
“No?” You asked even though you very much knew the answer.
“No.” He quietly affirms after a short pause.
“I’m still proud of you though.” Just like any other day at school, after lessons or any other time, you lightly punch his shoulder, him chuckling and shoving you back. “I guess…that’s why they’re called ‘lessons’ after all.”
The realisation of your words made Chanhee groan. Lessons that are made throughout a lifetime—one that he has been attending for a year and a half unlike you who only started at the start of the year. He gave up his time with his friends, time to study which most of society thinks is the best way to secure a well-financed job, and gave up his money to buy clothes for himself that he just walked past whenever he knew he would get tempted. All those part-time jobs, ones that would go late into the still busy nights of Seoul or the ones early in the morning before school when most people would still be snoring, were all done with his dream that someday his voice would be heard by the world.
“How did yours go?”
You know that you should just be truthful. You both have been stuck to the hip for the last few years and Chanhee is not an easy person to deceive. Plus, you need to take into consideration as well of lying at this current moment. You didn’t want Chanhee to think that you were trying to make him feel better by potentially pitying him. What good would that bring to anyone right now in this situation? That’s not what friends do.
“I was given a chance to choose a song.” The small genuine, congratulatory smile that Chanhee gives makes you relax your back into the wall further, the tension easing away from your body. “I also managed to get through that vocal run that I’ve been agonising and crying to you about for the past week.” You slump your body against the wall as you recall your homework, “But she gave me more scales to use as runs for practice.”
“Scales really do suck.” Chanhee whispers to you teasingly, once again getting pushed by you.
“Yeah.” You acknowledge shortly after. “But it does help me with my breathing and flexibility which I highly suck at.”
“Hey,” he scolds your words lightly, “at least you have a distinctive sound and know how to put emotions according to the sound. My teacher just said I sound generic.”
Yes. That description for Chanhee—no, just any singer—is weird and you would dare to say, highly misleading.
If we’re talking about musical terms, every single singer has a unique timbre. Even if the note stays the same, every person will have a different tone colour because well, every person is different. Saying that a singer has a generic voice, highly contradicts the definite concept of instrument timbre.
You know how much this troubled Chanhee even though he tries his best to hide it. The comments about his timbre have been repeated so many times that it’s got to him a lot. In the beginning, he would just smile bitterly and indicate that he wouldn’t want to talk about the lesson, kicking the group of stones on the pathway to release his anger. However, as you both grew closer after an assigned duet performance, he was able to open up to you little by little, slowly but surely, keeping the friendship that grew even after you did your ending bow to the audience. He would still hide a little bit of his feelings to himself, embarrassed that he would talk about himself even though you reassured him that it was completely fine.
To him, how others see him is the most important thing for him. From the compliments that would grow the contagious smile on his face, to the heartbreaking crying scenes that he would hide from the rest of the world, all those words he took to heart so that he could improve himself as a person—and in this case, as an artist. In this harsh world, the words that would be spat out by teachers would be so deeply etched in a person’s heart that all of a sudden, giving up everything that they have worked so hard for would be easier done.
It’s during those times that you and Chanhee would lean on each other, reassuring each other not to run away from the weekly lessons and giving comfort after each one. Chanhee is internally grateful for the times that you would hold his shoulders, lightly shaking his frail, tired body before giving him words of encouragement. He would do a similar thing for you when you feel like you didn’t progress, stopping your self-criticism and pushing you to keep going. To you, he would just let you cry on his shoulder as you hug him tight, patting your back calmingly.
The light snowing season greets the both of you as soon as you exit the building. For you, your next destination is home but for Chanhee, ninety-eight percent of the time it would be his job at the barbeque restaurant, the seafood restaurant or even that new Chinese restaurant that he recently just started.
Given the good results of your lesson, you selfishly wanted to have some fun but the words died down in your throat when you slightly turned your head towards your friend. His black hair still peaked out from the beanie that kept both of his ears warm, the scarf that you gifted him hid the slight downturn of his lips and the physical expression of his heavy heart. His eyelashes fluttered away the snowflakes in the cold but still bright night and his rosy cheeks only grew brighter and more evident the slower the journey to your next destination would take.
“Just a little penguin in his somewhat natural habitat?” Your attempt to get a response out from him is successful when you see his cheekbones rise—the same way that they would rise whenever he sings his heart out.
“What a way to start a conversation.”
Your heart lightens at your successful attempt, linking your right arm with his as you continue to walk down the still-shared path that makes the distance between all your worries and yourself further away. However, like all journeys, you finally arrive at that one spot.
The one that split into two different roads, unlike the one you have been walking a few minutes ago.
The right road would take you both to safety, warmth and relaxation.
The left road would force you to unlink Chanhee’s arm, sending him to the busy, loud civilisation where he would put on his apron and raise the pitch of his voice fit for customer service.
“Are you…off to work?” He senses the sadness lingering in your voice and the way your right hand tightens around his forearm even through the thick, winter clothes.
“…yeah.”
“I see.” You managed to muster a stable response tone. “Come on, I’ll drop you there.” You turn your body towards the crowd but can’t go too far due to the other set of feet that stays grounded on the worn-down, cold stone floor, “Chanhee?”
“Maybe…” Suddenly, the sky starts to sprinkle down its pretty shapes of ice. “I’m just not meant to be a singer.”
You gasp quietly, the faint white exhale slowly disappearing behind the dark background. Seeing the tears finally slide down his cheeks made you realise one thing: he’s opening up. He’s doing the thing that he has tried to hide from everyone. In tune with his emotions, your eyes started to build their layer of moisture, the wind making it harder for you to keep your tears in. You couldn’t think straight, your free arm wiping your eyes to rid the hardships from your face while trying to give Chanhee words of encouragement.
“You’re going to get ther—”
“What if you had to give up so much,” He cut you off, gasping and inhaling more air to accommodate his crying, “earn so much money, gave it away and it didn’t give you good results? Whatever it may be…An event, a trip, an investment.” His voice gradually trails off as he lists life occurrences.
You’ve thought about the same thing thousands of times, back and forth, no matter where, when and who you were with. In a world where pursuing art can be a hard, long path, what would happen if nothing good were to come out of it? All your hard work, all your money, all your time…you’ll never be able to get those back.
Is it worth it? Is it worth the gamble?
“I would probably beat myself over it.” You tried to keep your whimpers at bay as you confessed the same answer that would come back every time you went on your downward spiral, “I would most probably always question why I did what I did. If I did the event with someone, and for some reason, they were the ones that made the situation bad, then I would’ve gone back and forth, asking myself if it was worth it. Why didn’t I go alone? Why was I so scared? What was I so scared of?”
Should you move to a different academy? But your teacher is well known. Should you still do it anyway? Knowing that you had to go through many processes and hardships to even get lessons with this teacher. Even if most of the time, you felt like giving up music, surely her experience would lead you to someplace good…right?
“But then…would answering those questions lead to happiness?” Chanhee scoffs at his absurd thoughts. Tilting his head to the sky, he relishes the way the snowflakes land on his pale skin, disappearing when they touch his skin, the side branches melting into his warmth. “Even after answering the question, would you be able to know what to do next? What would it lead to?”
Even though Chanhee was the first one to cry and break down, your wails were louder the more his words resonated within you, touching the parts of your heart that you never wanted to say out loud, scared of where and how your unconscious mind would take you. With everything in him, he untangles his arms to wrap them around your neck, patting the back of your head as you cry on his shoulder. He also lets his tears soak your scarf, resting his cheek on his arm and his chapped wavering lips rubbing against the delicate wool of your scarf, trying his best to soften his cries.
“I just…” One of his hands pats your back, giving you his comfort—even though he probably needed it more than you, “Music and singing used to be happiness that could fit in my pocket. It felt secure and safe. I could just put on my earphones and I’ll feel happy.” You notice the tighter hold after, “But music grew too fast and too big for me that I couldn’t catch up with it anymore.”
You only nod to his words, knowing how much Chanhee sacrificed to pay for his lessons. Some judged him, calling him stuck up and selfish even though they knew that he was independent in his journey to become a singer. It pains you to hear those words come out as scoffs and laughter and soon enough, you hold his hand and cut ties with them all, leaving their flabbergasted faces behind.
The sky starts to cry with you both beautifully in the form of its unique icy shapes. You both watch the snowflakes disappear on the ground, on each other clothing, on your noses. Finding the strength and breath to continue, you slowly push your body away, wiping the last bit of your tears to face your best friend straight into his eyes.
“You’re going to find happiness that you can rely on, Chanhee.” You couldn’t see his lips but you were sure that it was pouting and shivering, “It may be music or it may be something that music brings you. It may be the stage or maybe people who you will come to work with or maybe the people who will cheer you on but I’m sure you’ll find it soon.”
Even with the bustling environment around you both, there was no way that you could have missed his muttering, especially with the white puff of air, “At this rate…”
He feels the weight and pressure of your palms on both his shoulders but he still looks down to the ground where the snow slowly buries the sides of his shoes, “I promise you that if you keep going, I don’t have a single doubt that you’ll find your style. Regardless of what your crappy teacher says, you’re unique and I love your voice.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” Wiping the lone tear on his cheek, “The world is going to be amazed when they hear your voice and I'm sure you'll be a good influence to them.”
For the first time in the day, Chanhee finally smiled. You observe the way his eyes disappear into pretty little upside-down moons. His head tilts back slightly, revealing the upturned corner of his lips behind the scarf that kept him warm and his teeth shine brighter with the help of the light from the marketplace behind you. Your hands were able to finally relax and mirrored the same expression back to your now radiant friend.
“Promise me that we’ll stand on the same stage someday.”
But life plays a twisted fate on you both and loves to put more pressure than you can ever carry. Having to move to a different school and a different region is not on your list of expectations. You argued endlessly about the decision to move, feeling unfair that none of your opinions mattered to them as they relentlessly started to look for moving trucks to hire. With the good offer that your dad received and realising that the youngest in the family had no final say, you tried your best to hold back the tears when telling Chanhee the news.
He cries for you and himself, already imagining the loneliness of walking to the music academy after a long day of school and the drags of his feet across the gravel in the night after each lesson. You assured him that you would call often and unlike you, he promised you the same thing. Time told you both that your friendship was still strong despite the physical distance between you both and with time, so did both your musical skills.
The trade-off for talent in your friendship is the less frequent phone calls and text messages. It was decreasing steadily and slowly until eventually, there was no more red dot beside his name on your phone even though you're sure there would be one beside your name on his. When sadness turned into confusion, then morphed into anger, hate and bitterness whenever someone asked you about him, you still found yourself swiping through your many photos with him. Just like how he cries on your last day, you cry from the silence of him.
Thankfully, time did heal your heart even though you couldn’t find a friend like him ever again. Things have changed for you and you were sure that it was the same for Chanhee. You grew taller, changed your hairstyle, hobbies, dreams and aspirations. What time didn’t seem to change however was the delivered sign that never changed with your messages. You let it go and went on with your life.
When you did come back to Seoul, you realised that the city had changed drastically. You wondered if it’s really that or if you were just struggling to remember the city that you once walked around in every day. But unlike your thoughts, maybe Seoul did change drastically. Amid the new but still bustling environment, there was this one cafe that was incredibly packed. Needing to get away from the cold, you entered to be greeted with a well-decorated interior and the gold ‘Happy Birthday New’ balloon shines brightly, especially with the light that is right above it. Many were posing in front of the gold foil fringe backdrop.
You almost didn’t recognise the boy in the picture. You don’t remember when you took your scarf off and picked up a random framed picture in the frame before picking up another one next to it, and another one, and another one. Each showed his growth. You could tell not only from his appearance but also from the bigger stage that he performed along with ten other boys. Suddenly, it clicks and it all makes sense. Hearing everyone else around you talk about him fondly took away the heavy weight that his name brought and a new feeling overtook your heart.
For the first time in a very long time, seeing his face made you smile and it didn’t hurt.
Your phone slides into your shaking hands, swipe open the camera app from the lock screen and point it at the framed picture in your hand, “At least between us both,” the camera shutters and you take a shaky inhale, “one of us took the right path.”
You know from the laughter in the space, the feeling of the radiant energy of those around you and the happiness on people’s faces as they point their cameras to their fanmade goods and the interior of the place, that Choi Chanhee has done it. The stage looked extremely good on him, even if the light was too bright and he looked so pale sometimes.
“I’m glad it was you.”
You whisper somewhat solemnly and with a bit of jealousy. Your clenched fist is a puny attempt in trying to keep your tears from expressing the hurt that suddenly hit you as you recall that moment in your life. The multiple rejections to the companies that you auditioned for, the way people on the streets pass by more frequently as their ears and eyes are focused on other’s performances—the night where you listed all your musical instruments for sale and promised that you would never sing ever again.
“You shy, talented, loveable penguin.” And it would seem that his fans agree with the chosen animal with the pouting blue penguin on top of his head. “That’s just who you are, Chanhee.”
Maybe the fame wasn’t for you. Shortly after moving, you found out that the stage was more of a hobby, especially with how you just wanted to stand on stage but never wanted to practise and study music theory properly. You just wanted to shout out the lyrics and sentimentally sing the lyrics of existing songs instead of having your name in an album or next to the credits and royalty rights to the song. But knowing that it fit Chanhee well, it was more than enough for you. He may not have known it before but you wish with all your being that he knows his capability to make others smile, including you.
Even if your broken smile is within millions that he probably would never see from the podium that rightfully held him high.
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Shades of kisses (Choi Chanhee)
Warnings: best friend Chanhee x reader, making out, fluff ig, friends to ??, Chanhee is taller than the reader because duh, size difference ig..
Word count: 1,115
Sana: this was my 2:00 AM delusions skyrocketing because of @quaissants mentioning about this and then I wrote this because yes. I can. And it’s Chanhee. Also thanks to @from-izzy and Mona for beta reading this sweet thing of mine which I am very much proud of.
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Standing by the aisle you look at all the different shades of Lipstick shades placed on the shelves.
You must have been at the store for more than half an hour, you were looking for the perfect shade of lipstick which would be perfect for daily use.
You were never really a big fan of putting on lipstick for daily use as you mostly just stuck to lip tints or lip gloss. But since you wanted to try out some different products and explore more in makeup you decided to look for a lipstick that is affordable but also something that would suit you on any occasion or outfit you decide to wear.
“Chanhee, I cannot seem to find any good lipstick…” you mutter with a pout playing on your lips as you turn around to face Chanhee, your best friend who was looking for a lip tint for his younger sister.
“Let me see what you have so far then,” Chanhee says as he walks towards you and takes a look at the back of your hand which was filled with different shades of red and brown.
“How am I supposed to know what looks good on you by the back of your hand…?” He says with a confused look adorning his facial features.
“I don’t know, isn’t this how people look for the right shade?” You question him back as you take a look at another shade of liquid lipstick only to be stopped by Chanhee.
“Woah there missy, you don’t even know what you’re looking for. Stop wasting the product.” Chanhee says with an attitude as he keeps the lipstick back on the shelf and makes you face him.
“Well, you know what I can do? I can make you wear the shade I like the most and you tell me if it suits you or not.” You say with a smile as you immediately grab the shade you loved the most and open it only to be stopped by Chanhee. Again.
“Everything looks good on me but it’s not the same for you sweetheart.” He says with a sigh before snatching the lipstick from your hand.
“So what am I supposed to do?” You say with a scowl as you look up at him through your eyelashes.
You noticed the way Chanhee’s eyes stared at your lips for a moment before he looked into your eyes. You knew his cheeks were turning a shade of red but you did not point it out knowing he would only disagree and whine about it.
“Let me put it on you. Maybe you see it for yourself since you obviously cannot apply lipstick on your own…” Hearing him say that, you let out a scoff as you just parted your lips a bit and let him put on the lipstick.
“Did you just scoff at me?” Chanhee takes a step back in offence as he gives you a look.
Taking this as a chance you snatch the lipstick back from his hand and go on your heels before you start applying the lipstick on his lips without giving it another thought.
You could see that Chanhee was taken aback by your sudden heistyness but he could not help but notice how kissable your lips looked. They were just so close to his face that he could just grab your face and kiss you without giving a damn about the lipstick on his lips which would obviously get smudged.
Looking into his eyes, you stop your hand mid air as you lean back from him and clear your throat, “I think the shade looks quite alright…but I don’t know if it’s smudge-proof” you mutter as you look away from Chanhee once you notice his intense gaze on you.
Hearing you mention that his ears immediately perked up as he leaned down to come eye-to-eye level with you, “Maybe we can test that out…” he whispered slowly.
Letting out a small hum of confusion you just stare at him as he slowly leans closer towards your face. Bringing his hand up he slowly places them on your cheeks and comes closer.
You could feel his hot breath fanning your face but you did nothing to stop him. You knew this was wrong---hell he was your best friend---but at the moment, you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on yours.
“Do you want me to stop?” He says quietly as he stops himself from coming any closer to you, too afraid to make you uncomfortable or afraid.
Chanhee hears nothing from you and he takes the silence as your answer, slowly attaching his lips on yours.
You started moving your lips in sync with his and his hands slowly guided themselves to the back of your neck to push your face closer to his face to deepen the kiss more.
Letting out a small whimper, you let Chanhee take control of the kiss as you bring your hands to his neck and entangle your fingers in his hair.
Letting out a small giggle, you take in the air when he pulls away for a second. You could feel Chanhee placing his hands on the small of your back as he deepened the kiss more if that was even possible anymore.
Pulling away, you both take in deep breaths as you stare at each other before looking away at the same time.
Slowly bringing your attention back to him, you notice the smudged lipstick stain on the corner of his lips as you let out a laugh when you see it, “Well I guess the lipstick is not smudge-proof after all.” You say with a laugh as you take out a wet wipe and help Chanhee wipe the stain.
“Glad I could come to your rescue sweetheart.” Chanhee says with a grin as he takes the lipstick from your hand, “Let me buy this for you. Consider this my gift.” He says before he starts walking away without giving you achance to speak.
You knew this kiss might have changed a few things, or maybe quite a lot of things in your friendship but maybe…it wasn’t so bad?
You would do anything to kiss your best friend, Choi Chanhee again but oh boy were you afraid to ask him about it? Yes. Yes, you were. But did you enjoy the kiss you two just shared? Yes. Yes you absolutely did.
You could confidently say that this was one of the best kisses you ever experienced with a guy. It had everything you ever dreamed about and it was just a little kiss you two shared to see if the lipstick is smudge proof or not.
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