#did i say i liked seo changbin yet today
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kinktober !
kink: pegging
pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader
wc: 2.7k
pegging: in which someone penetrates another person's anus, usually with a strap-on dildo.
Excited was an understatement.
You were well-known. When you’d first started, you’d only been a camgirl recruited by the agency and had never had sex with another person on camera. It was liberating managing to do that, and even more liberating when the money started flowing in. You started having sex with bigger and bigger stars, and the amounts of money got unbelievable. However, today was the day you’d been waiting for.
Seo Changbin was another star in your agency. You hadn’t gotten the chance to film with him yet, because your schedules were always too packed, but you were a resident viewer of his videos. He wasn’t quite dominant, more of a passionate lover when he put his co-stars in a headlock with his muscled arms, but it made your clit throb nonetheless. You couldn’t wait to have him.
Except, not everything worked out the way you’d expected - that’s not to say it wasn’t in your favour. The agency had decided on a Halloween shoot, two of their biggest stars fucking on camera while dressed up in some raunchy costumes. You’d heard the premise and agreed on the script, but when you heard the plans they had for you… well, that was really a game changer.
A Playboy bunny skit was one thing, but a skit where you weren’t the bunny, but Changbin was? Now, that intrigued you. It had you flipping through the script to imagine it differently. He’d be in a pretty little black bodysuit, pushing those muscled pecs up and with cute ears perched on his head atop a headband. It sounded perfect. All you had to do was play the part of his dominant, the woman who was going to fuck his brains out with her biggest strap-on. It was easy.
It didn’t seem easy when you saw him. You thought you were going to go insane. Prior to the shoot, you’d been put in a pink satin dressing gown, soft ivory cotton adorning the wrists and the hemline. Obviously, you had nothing on underneath, and Changbin stood by the doorway to your dressing room, all muscled arms bulging over his bodysuit and a cut-out in the fabric showing some very appealing cleavage. Your jaw dropped.
“Hi,” He was shy, embarrassed despite bouncing over to you like he really was a little bunny. His ears shifted and he huffed, pressing the headband down onto his dark, curly hair. Your makeup artist fiddled around with your own hair, trying to get it perfect for the shoot. “I thought I’d introduce myself. We’ve never really crossed paths. I’m Changbin.”
You licked your lips, nodding to ground yourself. Be yourself. Be cheeky, be nice. “Hello. It’s so nice to meet you. It looks like we’ll be co-stars today, huh? Are you excited?” Damn, did you have to sound so formal?
Changbin hopped from one foot to the other, eventually settling on crossing his broad arms over his just-as-broad chest. “I’m a little nervous, to be honest. I’ve, uh… I’ve bottomed before, been pegged and whatever, but never on camera. I guess I just wanted to ask you to go easy on me.”
“I’m not going to go easy on you,” You blurted. Even your makeup artist paused. Changbin’s eyes widened. “No. No, what I meant was, like- you look good. You look hot, Changbin. I’d be lucky to peg you. I am- I am lucky to peg you.”
It’s just sinking in. You’re going to peg him, and you’re terrified you’re going to cum untouched. You’ve already forgotten the script.
“Oh! Heh,” He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, staring at the floor with a smug, downturned grin. “Right. You’re hot too, by the way. Really hot. I’ve been looking forward to shooting with you, and since I found out the premise, well… I’ve kinda been looking forward to it even more. Is that weird?”
“Not weird at all, me too,” You gushed. Changbin finally reverted his eyes to you, a real, toothy smile adorning his face when he saw how excited you really were. “Have you- um, have you… y’know. Prepped?”
Changbin blushed, a crimson shade covering his cheeks. He was so cute, you thought you were going to have a heart attack before the cameras even switched on. “It’s a surprise. You’ll like it. The surprise, I mean.”
“I’ll like everything else, too,” You nodded solemnly. Changbin giggled, a chiming overtaking the room. You blinked when he turned around and bounced out of your dressing room, and your makeup artist sounded like she was choking back a laugh. You groaned. “Don’t.”
She grinned. “I didn’t say anything, honey.”
When you arrived at the set, Changbin was already there. The set was cute, at least, fairy lights adorning the walls and bed sheets a blush baby pink. He looked cute too, laying on the bed scrolling through his phone as if he wasn’t dressed like the best bunny you’ve ever seen. You fucking loved Halloween.
You crawled onto the bed regardless, making Changbin jump and drop his phone. “Hi again,” You murmured, one finger running down his side. He jolted, giggling like it tickled him. “You really do look cute, Changbin.”
“Bin is fine. Even- even Binnie. I prefer Binnie-”
“Alright, quit the flirting,” Hyunjin chirped. Hyunjin was the best director you’d worked with. He didn’t mind if you went off-script, so long as it was all authentic and real. No fake orgasms, obviously. The sex had to look like art. Jeongin was his cameraman, and when you first met him, he’d been awkward and blushy - now, he looked at you with indifference apart from a cute grin on his pouty lips. You were so proud. “I know we sent you the script, but I’ve changed my mind. I want you to just kiss first, be natural, lead into whatever. Sounds good?”
That was another thing about Hyunjin. He loved to change the plans. You nodded, before briefly looking around the room. “Where’s the dick?”
“What do you mean?” Jeongin questioned, looking at Changbin. His eyes ran down to his crotch. “It’s there.”
“No, the strap-on, you idiot,” You huffed. Hyunjin giggled, before nodding towards the floor. Oh. There it was, clear as day, a bright pink strap-on that looked way too big to fit into someone comfortably. You hoped Changbin’s surprise helped him out with that.
Unsurprisingly, it did. Changbin rolled over onto his tummy and shook his ass at you teasingly with a grin, and you caught sight of a white fluffy bunny tail sticking out of a hole in his bodysuit. Oh. Oh, right. It’s a plug.
“Are you kidding me?” You gasped, reaching down to immediately grab it. Changbin jolted, eyes widening, and you took your chance. You yanked his face towards yours, pressing your lips against his in a dirty exchange of lips, teeth and spit. You briefly recognised Hyunjin and Jeongin mumbling to each other, and then the cameras switched on. You pushed Changbin back, letting his toned back rest on the bed and then you were in his lap, ignoring his whine at feeling the plug pressing in further.
You kept kissing him, unable to stop. His lips were so saccharinely sweet, and you could feel one folded-up bunny ear from his headband tickling your head. His tongue darted around your mouth and he let his hands grab at your waist, clothed erection grinding up into your naked pussy. You pulled away, smirking at him as you ran your fingers through his hair affectionately, before standing up and walking away. The cameras stayed on, recording every step you took as you crossed the room to examine your strap. You had to get to the point, or you’d be kissing him forever.
“The plug’s very cute, bunny, but do you want something bigger?” You muse, running your finger over the strap. Changbin nods, lips kiss bitten as he looks at you with teary eyes. “You want my strap, baby?”
“Y-Yeah. I- Hnng. I want your cock, please, mommy,” Changbin gushed, thick thighs spreading to allow you between them. You could see the bulge of his cock, hard and fat and pressing against the black satin of the bodysuit. You raised an eyebrow, however. The mommy kink was definitely not in the script - was he this far gone already?
You smiled and let yourself get back on the bed, strap in hand. You moved your free hand to his side, thumb tracing across his clothed hip bone. "Mommy’s going to give you what you want, sweetheart, you don’t need to beg.”
Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his once more and guided his mouth open with your tongue. You pulled away, letting out a low hum of arousal as he watched you with anticipation. Changbin’s eyes stayed glued to you, and you ignored the wetness accumulating on your folds as you let the pink robe drop, fully naked underneath. Your nipples were pebbled against the cold air, and Changbin’s gaze dropped to them, eyes widening.
“You like them, baby? Maybe you can suck on them while mommy fucks you nice and deep, yeah?” Changbin nodded, reaching out to you to pull you on top of him. You pressed your hand on his tummy softly, pressing him to the bed to calm him down. “I have to get the strap on, baby. Why don’t you take that bodysuit off for me?”
God, that was the best sentence that ever left your mouth. Changbin wriggled out of his bodysuit and he was left naked, all muscled, honey-toned skin revealed to you. His nipples were hard upon his broad chest, dark dusky peaks that begged to have your tongue running circles over them. His cock was hard against his soft tummy, short and thick and anticipating some attention - but your eyes immediately went to his cheeks. The plug stayed firmly inside his tight hole, fluffy material peeking out from tanned planes of skin. He really was the best bunny you’d ever seen.
Once the strap was firmly set on your hips, bright pink silicone alarming to the eye, you reached down to play with the plug inside his hole. He jolted, whining and spreading his thick thighs further for you, cock twitching in desperation.
“Please, please,” He huffed, chest heaving. “Please, mommy. I need something bigger, need something bigger in there, ‘s not enough, bunny needs-”
You cooed, running your thumb over his cheekbone. “Okay, okay. I’ve got you, bunny, spread nice and wide for me.”
He obliged, letting his thighs hang over his hands in a pliant, open position, and then you reached down to pull the fluffy pom-pom tail out of his hole. It slipped out, still slick with lube, and you groaned lowly at the sight.
“C’mere,” You ushered Changbin, and when he moved to come closer, you let the fake cock hang in his face. “Spit on it, bunny. We’ve got to get it wet or it’ll hurt, huh?”
Changbin moaned, nodding with urgency, and then he was sucking the tip past his lips. Oh. That’s not what you meant, but you were absolutely loving the view. He sucked half of the length into his mouth, moaning around the silicone as if it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He was putting on a show for the cameras, you realised - you’d honestly forgotten they were there, too engrossed in the pretty bunny on display for you on this set.
You pulled the strap out of Changbin’s mouth, slapping the head a few times on his full, doll-like lips, before you were moving backwards to press it against his hole. The tip pushed in with no resistance, stretching his tight, little hole back out around the silicone. It was the rest of it that was an issue - Changbin thrashed around as the flared shaft entered him, stretching him further than the plug did and making him whine.
“‘S- ‘S big, mommy, bunny feels so good,” He huffed, cheeks blazing red. You could tell he’d lost all sense of coherence, and you understood why he’d never bottomed before on camera. He got way too into it. It stopped being porn, and started being more authentic - but then, Hyunjin liked that after all. You let your hips start to move against him, slapping against his skin, and he whined with approval.
You had to amp up the ante, though. “You’re like a bunny in heat, Binnie,” You mused, positioning yourself on your forearms above him. Changbin moaned, a guttural noise that made your pussy clench sadly around nothing. Maybe you could convince him to fuck you again after this, off camera. You thrusted into him a few more times before pulling out, making him whine at the loss. “Come and ride me. Hop on my cock like a good bunny, yeah?”
Once you were positioned on your back, Changbin scrambled to press his hole above your strap. In this position, you could see him properly, bunny ears askew and his cute cock bouncing against his tummy. He gasped as he sunk down on your strap again, the fake cock filling him up beyond belief.
“Oh. Oh, mommy, ‘s deep, deep, pressing against my, my-“ He cut himself off with a whine, hands coming to rest on your tits while he bounced. You cooed softly, hand rubbing over his thighs where they clenched with the exertion. He was quite literally bouncing like a bunny - he couldn’t stop his own movements, bunny ears flopping over his eyes and whines flooding out of his mouth. “It’s never felt this good. Oh, God, it feels so good, I need’a cum. Need to, oh, bunny needs to-“
“Ssh, ssh,” You mumbled, hand wrapping around his cock. It leaked beneath his foreskin, drippy and pearlescent as you started to pump it with a tight fist. You wanted him so bad - but this was about him. The cameras too, which you had forgotten about again. “Cum for me then. Cum on my tits, bunny, c’mon.”
Changbin wailed, hands moving to find purchase on your thighs. The change in position had him bouncing quicker, and you accompanied it with pumps of his cock at the same pace.
“G’na cum for mommy,” He mumbled, cheeks blazing crimson. It took two more bounces and you rubbed your thumb over his slit. When he keened, fingernails digging into your skin, you took that as your cue and aimed his cockhead at your tits. “Cumming! Bunny’s cumming, cumming, fuck!”
You watched in awe as his cock spurted out thick ropes of white cum, smothering your tits in the warm liquid. He gasped and writhed on the strap through his orgasm, hips slowing to a soft grind and eyebrows furrowing. You pumped him a few more times, letting him ride out his orgasm, and then you let his softening cock go for some reprieve. With one finger, you swept up his cum from your skin and sucked it into your mouth, humming at the salty taste.
Changbin huffed out a breath, collapsing on top of you unceremoniously. His headband slid upon his dark hair again and you giggled, pulling it off of his head altogether to run your fingers through it.
“Okay, wow,” Hyunjin huffed. You blinked hazily towards him, seeing him and Jeongin stood there with dropped jaws. “Okay. Okay.”
Jeongin giggled, pressing a few buttons on the camera. He grabbed Hyunjin’s wrist, starting to drag him out of the room despite the fact that the elder man seemed rooted to the spot. “I’ll take him away. You guys did great, just chill for a minute.”
Changbin giggled against your neck, and then he shifted his hips, letting the fake cock drop out. On autopilot, you rubbed your thumb over his gaping rim, grinning when he jolted and gasped.
“You really didn’t take it easy on me, huh?” Changbin said, shaking his head in disbelief.
You burst out laughing, chest shaking. “I did warn you,” You began, and then you felt awkward. He was snuggled up to your chest, sated and relaxed as if it was home, so… could you ask him? “Bin. Do you want to, like… go on a date sometime?”
Changbin perked up at that, looking at you with his usual downturned smile. “I’d love to.”
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han jisung boob sucker
hello anon. thank you for the request. please don't be upset about the liberties I took.
notes for porn. and uhm. well. I don't want to spoil it. so. ft. han jisung and seo changbin
When you walk into your room, you’re greeted with the sight of Changbin topless. This isn’t an unwelcome sight, it never is when your Changbin is built the way he is. Muscles strong from years of dedication to working out and his body, yet still soft, because he doesn’t sacrifice simple pleasures to maintain his look. His ethics in regard to his body and physical and mental health is something that inspires you everyday. It’s also very nice to see all of that in person, and even nicer to get your hands on.
It’s nice to see him without his shirt, the shock though, is what he has in his lap. Resting in his lap, mouth suctioned to one of your boyfriend’s perfect tits is Han Jisung. You set your stuff down and close the door softly. You’re leaning onto the bed when Changbin finally notices you.
“Oh, yeobo. Hi.” He sounds out of breath and his eyes are glassy with pleasure, and at the sound of his voice Jisung pulls off to look at you.
“Hi.” He’s out of breath too, and you wonder how long they’ve been at it. Long enough for both of them to have wet patches on the front of their boxers, but that’s not saying much as Jisung leaks like a faucet and your Changbin is easy to work up.
“Hi, boys. Is this what you two get up to while I’m at work?” You sit with your back against the headboard, getting comfortable. It’s not long before Changbin is touching you where he can, always unable to keep his hands off of you.
“Only sometimes,” Jisung says, and Changbin frowns at him and punches his shoulder.
“Yah! Can you keep your mouth shut for two seconds?” He’s shy about this, despite your saying that you don’t mind what he does with his members, as long as he comes home to you. Jisung smiles crookedly at you before opening his mouth again.
“Yesterday, I heard Changbinnie and Lino hyung in the dorms-” Changbin roughly shoves his palm against Jisung’s mouth. You laugh at the two of them.
They’re both still hard, despite your interruption and their playful bickering, and your eyes are drawn Changbin’s chest. His nipples are swollen, and he’s got hickeys forming in the rough shape of a dick that you’re certain Jisung did without Changbin noticing. Jisung is bitey today, and it shows in the teeth marks that litter your boy’s tits. You hum and trace one, and huff a laugh at the way Changbin’s breath hitches. Jisung hits your hand with his head like a cat, not wanting to be left out, and you grab a fistful of his hair and drag him back onto Changbin’s boobs.
You feel one of them try to reach under your shirt to get at your chest too, and you bat their hands away.
“Don’t let me interrupt. Continue what you were going to do before I got here.” Changbin whines at you.
“Wait, I want-” you tut.
“Don’t get greedy, Changbinnie. Take what Jisungie is giving you and maybe you’ll get me later.” Jisung perks up at that.
“Me too?” You roll your eyes at him.
“Maybe.”
“Please? I give great head! Ask Changbin! Let me-” You place your hand on his forehead to stop his journey towards you, redirecting him.
“You won’t get anything later if you don’t listen to me now.” He huffs and returns his mouth to Changbin’s chest, glaring at you before he gets sufficiently distracted and closes his eyes. He’s got Changbin on his back, and you watch as he starts to grind himself against one of Changbin’s thick thighs. You know from experience that it feels like heaven, especially when Changbin is squirming around the way he is now.
His nipples are sensitive, and you’ve made him cum just from those alone. It looks like he’s halfway there now, pouty lips parted with soft moans escaping him. He’s got his hands tangled in Jisung’s hair, and you’re sure he must be pulling painfully, but you’re equally as sure that Jisung likes it.
“You look so pretty like this, Changbinnie. You like it when Hanji sucks on your tits? Hmm?” He moans. “Yeah? Is that why you made ‘em so big? So people couldn’t help but want them in their mouths?” You know that Changbin likes the way you’re talking to him, but you also know that when he’s worked up like this, a lot of it goes in one ear and out the other, so you turn your attention just slightly over to Jisung instead. That, and, you can see a pout forming the longer Jisung doesn’t have your attention on him.
“Jiji, you having fun?” He nods. “Yeah? Is that why you’re fucking yourself on Changbinnie like that?” He stills. “Did you think I didn't notice?” He moves to pull off, to defend himself from your icy stare, probably. You shove his head back down.
“Did I say you could stop?” His hips start hesitantly moving again and the longer you stare at him the faster his hips move.
You can tell when your Changbin is close, and judging by his noises, you can tell that Jisung is close, too. You’re struck with the sudden urge to kiss Changbin. He looks so good like this, hair fluffy from the way he’s wiggling his head on the pillows, mouth open, and the noises he’s letting out are loud. You almost don’t want to kiss him, not wanting to risk silencing those pretty whines, but you’re only human, so you lean forward to kiss him anyway.
You reach a hand forward to cup Jisung’s face, so he won’t whine at you, and it ends up tangling with Changbin’s. You aren’t surprised when Changbin’s head tilts back and he lets out a longer louder moan as he cums in his underwear, but you are surprised when Changbin’s release triggers Jisung’s.
They both look beautiful when the cum, and their voices both get high and whiny. You giggle to yourself because despite how similar they sound, Jisung still manages to sound slightly pathetic.
They’re panting, Jisung’s forehead smushed between Changbin’s tits before he turns to look towards you.
“So. Can I give you head or what?” Changbin takes the liberty of smacking him for you
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broken promise
pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader, seo changbin x jo serim
summary: what happens when you see your childhood best friend after 10 years, knowing there was a promise of love between you two?
genre: angst, fluff, childhood best friends to friends!au, non idol!au, established relationship!au, happy ending!!
wc: 2,9k
tw: reader's boss sucks, playful threats
notes: 🐭 anon this is for you! i hope i did your idea justice. italic is reader's thoughts! is that an open ending? yes, yes it is. feedback is always appreciated!
networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld
permanent tag list: @soobin-chois @exfolitae @linos-catnip @prettymiye0n
stray kids tag list: @raethethey
You've been typing on that computer for the last three hours, yet the current task was not quite completed. Between the short deadlines and electricity mishaps, today hasn’t been good to you. Not that it was any of your boss’ business, as he put it a couple hours prior, and I quote: “I do not care if it doesn’t work, you better work this out quickly if you want to keep this job!”
You did try, for the customers, but at the end of the day, you were feeling exhausted and helpless. Useless.
It hadn’t always been like that. When you were a kid, you’d always help your classmates and younger kids. If you witnessed, even one of your classmates, bully anyone, in recess or anywhere else for that matter, you’d jump into the fight to protect the weak without a second thought. You’d feel powerful and useful. Changbin admired you for that.
Changbin.
Your childhood best friend.
He was part of the weak, but you made sure he was untouchable. Let’s just say you scared your fair share of bullies. A few years passed and you were inseparable; your parents were close friends so you’d spend the weekends and holidays together besides school.
Two weeks after Changbin turned fourteen, you were both seated on a rug on the beach, enjoying the summer holidays together at his parents’ beach house. The sun was setting, people were leaving to go dine somewhere else. You turned to stare at his side profile. He had a soft smile on, the sunset reflecting on his dark orbs, the light making his skin golden.
“Binnie.”
“Yeah?” he replied, facing the baby pink and light yellow clouds above the ocean.
“If we don’t find love in like 10 years, will we get married?”
He laughed for a good minute. “What are you on about?”
“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I guess the atmosphere has something to do with it.” He hummed. “But do you agree?”
“Ask me again.”
You nudged him. “You’re not gonna laugh at me this time?”
He looked over his shoulder in your direction, lips pressed as to suppress a giggle. “I’ll try.”
“If we don’t find love by the age 25 or so, will we get married?”
He faked thinking, a hand on his chin. “Sure, we can. I’m certain you’ll find someone by then, though.”
“Me? Why?” you asked, curious. “I thought you were the one that was gonna find someone first.”
He shrugged. “You’re an amazing girl. If you think I will, why propose this?”
“Just felt like it. Thanks for the compliment Binnie, you’re the best best friend I could ask for.”
“I know,” he smirked while you pulled your tongue out.
A week after that, your parents left the city, taking you with them. For years, you couldn’t see your best friend, who eventually became a childhood best friend as you grew up apart and stopped talking.
The drive home from work was spent singing your heart out to your karaoke playlist to evacuate the stress. You were seriously contemplating quitting your job when you opened the door to your parents’ house.
You let out a long sigh and the voices quieted down in the kitchen. “I’m home!”
Thank your lucky stars it was the weekend. A good shower and—
“Honey, come in the kitchen please!” You didn’t like the tone your mom used, it reminded you of the day she told you you’d have to pack your bags and leave your whole childhood behind.
What you discovered upon entering the room was far from everything you could expect.
A young man was standing there, strangely looking like…
Wait.
What?
Seo Changbin, in the flesh, was sitting on a chair next to your mom. Your dad was propped up against the counter.
“Look who’s here! Surprise!” Your mom’s excited voice, your dad’s big smile with a thumbs up and Changbin’s awkward stance… that was too much.
You mumbled about needing a shower and did just that. After about 30 minutes of washing yourself and overthinking, you came back to the kitchen where they were still talking, except it was almost time for dinner.
“Hi,” you greeted everyone. “Sorry about earlier, it was a shitty day.”
Your mom got up and hugged you. Her hugs always comforted you.
“I’m sorry bun, do you want to talk about it?”
“Not right now. I see that an old soul has joined us.”
Changbin got up. “Hey Y/N, how have you been?”
He wasn’t like you remembered. He looked like he spent the last decade at the gym. It was a nice view. Although you hoped he didn’t do it because you weren’t there anymore to protect him.
He seemed to hear your thoughts. “Ah, yeah, I work out a bit. I’ve become what you could call a gym rat.”
Shaking your head—were you staring???—, you cleared your throat. “I’m alright. How are you?”
“I’m good, thanks. I asked if I could stay for a few days, and your parents said yes. I hope you don’t mind?”
“It’s nothing Changbin-ah, you’re family!” your mom chimed in.
If I don’t mind? We haven’t seen each other in ten years and you’re appearing in the kitchen out of nowhere after I thought about you on my way back from work. But do I mind?
“I don’t. It’s nice to see you again.”
“Likewise.”
“I’m starving,” your dad said as he clapped his hands. “Who wants salad?”
“Dad, seriously?” You needed something more than a salad right now.
“Just kidding, your mom made Changbin’s favorite!”
Typical. You turned to your childhood best friend. “So, how are you here?”
“Turns out our parents still talk to each other, so when I said I wanted to come to this city, they arranged something for me.”
“When your mom told me I was so happy! We haven’t seen you in so long. I knew Y/N would be delighted to see you too. You’re welcomed in our home any time, always.”
He bowed to your mom. “Thanks, ms.”
“It's nothing! As I said before, we only have two rooms, so we put a mattress in Y/N’s bedroom. Are you both ok with that?”
Oh, I haven’t thought of that.
“Sure.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, love,” your mom told her husband, “it reminds me of old times, when they were inseparable.” She turned to you and Changbin. “We always thought you’d end up together, especially with your silly—sorry, endearing—promise of marriage at 25, was it? That will be next year.”
Changbin looked lost while you were uncomfortable with the memory, putting your head in your hands. As classic parents, they enjoyed reminding you of your awkward past.
Changbin laid down on the thick mattress while you did the same on your comfortable bed. You stared at the ceiling, your hands crossed over your stomach.
“I see you’ve kept your promise.”
What? How could he even—
“You said you’ll always hang that OneRepublic poster. It hasn’t aged.”
Ah.
“But we did.”
He chuckled. “We did indeed. I came here for an appointment with a client tomorrow morning. And to surprise my girlfriend. What are the odds of her being in the same town as you?”
You felt your heart shatter at his words. Girlfriend.
“Why not go to her directly?”
There was a lump forming in your throat.
“And missing the chance to see you again? No, thank you. I didn’t forget about you Y/Nie, I’m sorry. I’m really glad I get to see you again and I genuinely would like for us to be friends again. It might not be like before, but we can work something out, what do you think?”
The silence was loud as he waited for an answer. He could’ve come to his girlfriend without seeing you and you would’ve never known he was here. But he chose to be here in your house. It had to mean something, right?
Finally, after gathering enough courage, you replied. “Yeah. We can be friends. Are you meeting her soon?”
“Cool,” he smiled. “Yeah, I’ll wait for her outside her house tomorrow, after work.”
“Uh, this is your plan? Waiting for her at her house is a bit creepy. Why don’t you ask her to go somewhere?”
“Ah, you’re right. I can send her a message to meet at a café or something.”
You nodded, even if he couldn’t see you clearly from the floor. “Tell her you have a surprise prepared for her.”
“Where should we go? Do you know any cute and romantic places?” he asked as he typed on his phone.
“Sure. There’s a super cute café a few blocks away, its name is Lovestay. I’m sure she’ll love it.”
What am I doing?
“Thanks Y/Nie, you’re the best.”
“Of course Binnie, I’m here for you. Always.”
“You know, about the promise of marriage… I honestly forgot about it. And since I have a girlfriend, the promise doesn’t stand anymore… right?”
You don’t know how you’re keeping your composure, because you have a strong desire to cry.
“No, it doesn’t. It was only if we were both single, and even so, that would be too weird with the circumstances.”
“I agree. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
“Me too, Binnie.”
You spent most of the night catching up, recounting each other's anecdotes of your school years, explaining your respective jobs, spilling the latest tea. The more you talked, the less the situation overwhelmed you and the more you felt at ease.
Changbin became a music producer, with a flourishing soundcloud account. He was now a pillar at the gym, even giving tips to newbies. He loved his job. He loved his girlfriend. He was happy.
In contrast to you, he had his life together.
You hated your boss. You were single. You were still hung up on your childhood best friend. You were unhappy.
Seeing him had filled you with joy until you learned about his girl, and you were even helping him surprise her. What a loser.
The next day, he went to his appointment according to plan, then he came back for lunch happily. After that, he changed for his date and insisted on showing you his outfit. It was simple, yet complimenting him nicely.
“Do I look good enough?”
You look perfect.
“Yes, you look fine. Now go, it’s better if you’re there before her.”
“You’re right.” He was fidgeting nervously. “Can you come with me?”
You shook your head in disbelief, clearly judging him. “Are you out of your mind?”
“What?” he asked, surprised by your reaction.
“Who goes to see their girlfriend and brings another girl with them? Now, go.”
“Ah, you’re right.”
“You said that already,” you sighed, pushing him out of the house.
“Ok, I’m going. Wish me luck!”
“Good luck kid!” your dad shouted from the stairs.
He came back late that night. He told you all about it in detail. Details you did not wish to know about. But he seemed genuinely happy, which warmed your heart, instead of breaking it this time.
Your mom had asked you about your job, and you went on an angry rant about your boss, then Changbin and your feelings for him. First, she apologized for bringing him here without asking you first and, therefore, without knowing how you felt about him. Second, she cursed your boss out and told you to do whatever you felt comfortable doing. She would support you either way.
You thanked her and told her you would think about it, and that it was ok for Changbin to be here even if it felt weird.
You had spent the remainder of the day overthinking about your old friend and what he meant to you. After a thorough analysis, it struck you that the fact you kept the promise unconsciously made you turn down every possibility of a romance. You blamed the timing every time.
You also came to the conclusion it was perhaps more of a nostalgic, longing feeling than love. It wasn’t like you spent the last decade heartbreakingly waiting for him to return to you. You realized you had been missing your best friend, not your crush.
It was sunday morning, and you were slowly waking up.
The second you opened your eyes, you were met with Changbin’s wide opened ones looking at you. “You’re finally awake!”
“It’s an illusion,” you groaned, closing them again.
“I was thinking and I’d love for you to meet her! Please?”
“Who?”
Friendly reminder: you just woke up and were far from your daily eight hours of sleep.
“My girlfriend, you know, the love of my life.”
“Right. Sure. Is she ok with it though?”
“Of course, she actually asked for it.” You opened your eyes again, staring straight at him.
“She did?” He nodded. “Don’t tell me you talked about me yesterday?!”
He blatantly ignored your question. “She invited us to her place. Let’s get dressed and go!”
“Wait, right now?”
“Yeah, why?”
“It’s ten in the morning on a sunday, give me time to adjust.”
“You haven’t changed. Come on,” he got to his feet, “get up!”
You whined, holding your blanket tightly. “Give me five minutes.”
“Don’t make me put you out of your own bed.”
“Don’t you dare.” You put a finger up and frowned.
“I really want to, though,” he pouted.
“Do it and I’ll make sure you never see the light of day ever again,” you threatened.
“You can’t hurt me, I’m all buff now.”
He contracted his muscles and you laughed loudly. “I could still take you.”
“Try me.”
You smiled. “In five minutes.”
“Your five minutes were up two minutes ago.”
“You were counting?!”
“Well, yeah.”
You crossed your arms, pouting. “Fraud.”
“You’re a fraud,” he countered as he rolled his eyes playfully.
“Let me sleep!!”
“No.”
Twenty minutes later, you were out of the comfort of your house and walking alongside Changbin to see his girlfriend.
You were walking like a condemned woman while he was making little happy noises and jumping around.
It was definitely too early for you.
You took the bus for about fifteen minutes, then walked five more minutes. She lived in an apartment on the third floor, at least that was where Changbin was knocking.
A beautiful woman answered the door soon after. Long black hair, soft skin and features, a little bit shorter than your friend, cute smile.
For a moment, you stared at her without saying a word. You were in awe at how pretty she looked.
“Y/N,” Changbin called, clearing his throat, “I present you Serim, my girlfriend. Serim,” he turned to her, “this is Y/N, my childhood best friend.”
Snapping out of it, you raised your hand for her to shake but she hugged you instead. It took you and Changbin by surprise, the look you two shared confirmed it.
“Binnie talked about you so much, I was impatient to meet you!” She let go of you. “Sorry, I should've asked first,” she whispered, smiling sweetly at you. “Please, come in!”
She moved away for you to enter, which you did, Changbin following suit, an amused smile on.
“Do you want something to drink?” Serim asked after closing the door.
“Water would be nice, please.”
“Me too love,” Changbin said before getting closer to her and kissing her temple.
“Be right back, make yourself at home!” Serim grinned before disappearing into the kitchen.
You entered the living room and sat on the dark green couch, admiring the room. There were plants on either side of the soft and comfortable couch, a long and packed library on the side, a big tv screen in front with leds behind it and a collage of posters on the other side and all around the large door leading to the kitchen and entrance.
She came back soon after with the drinks, put them on the table then sat next to you. Changbin sat on the armchair next to her.
“Y/N, I’ve heard so much about you! I found out we were in the same town when I moved in three months ago. Binnie spent all this time organizing his trip.”
“Yeah, I had the chance to get the rendezvous yesterday,” he added.
“You were lucky," you nodded. "Serim, you have a lot of style by the way, I adore your living room.”
“Thank you! Changbin is actually no stranger to the decor, he helped with the posters.”
“Good job guys, it's so cool! So, how long have you been together?”
“Yesterday marked our first year together,” Changbin said, looking at his girl lovingly. She took his hand in hers and turned back to you.
“Of course, he didn't say a word. Thanks for contributing to the surprise, Y/N.”
“I'm glad I can be of any help.”
“You're an angel,” she said in all honesty.
Serim was an awesome girl, you were glad they found each other.
On monday morning, you quit your job and definitely left the building under the yelling of your boss—well, former boss.
Changbin was moving in with Serim soon after finishing preparing everything in his city. As a music producer, he could live basically anywhere but he had to move a lot.
You two were talking almost daily, and you were seeing Serim often as well. She gave you the idea of downloading a dating app, to ‘see how it goes’.
On thursday, you were going to a job interview at 3pm and to a date at 5pm.
Who knows what will happen next?
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Seo Changbin at your Service
***This is my drabble that was previously posted on my old account thatonenoona
After a particularly hard break up, you're on your couch in a wine-stained dinosaur onesie, feeling sorry for yourself and shoveling ice cream into your face. This is pathetic. I need a distraction. Turning on the TV, a commercial appears. A muscular man with dark fluffy hair, wearing coveralls smiles at you: “Call Seo Changbin for all your repair needs. Broken washing machine? Call Binnie. Broken refrigerator? Call Binnie. Seo Changbin at your service. Any time, day or night. Satisfaction guaranteed.”
You wonder: Can he fix a broken heart? He did say "satisfaction guaranteed." You dial the number on the TV screen before you come to your senses. There's only one way to find out ....
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A knock on your front door makes you jump. “Hello! Seo Changbin, at your service!” If Changbin had arrived even one minute later, you could’ve snuck out the back door and waited in the park across the street until he left. Maybe he’d think he came to the wrong house or it was just a prank call. Yet, true to his word, Changbin was on your doorstep 15 minutes after you called him. You don’t know what came over you. It all happened so fast. Seeing his smiling face on your TV and then hearing his cheerful voice over the phone made you completely forget that 1) you hadn’t showered for two days and probably looked like shit and 2) there isn’t a damn thing in your house that’s broken– except your heart and obviously your sanity. In a panic, you realize that this man is trying to run a business and you’ve gone de lu lu to think he has time for you and your thirsty shenanigans. If I get low enough, I can still get to the back door. Lowering yourself onto your belly, you start to worm your way to the kitchen.
“Ma’am! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?! Should I call an ambulance?!” You look back over your shoulder to see Changbin looking at you through the window next to the front door. YOU. A grown ass adult in a dinosaur onesie, on the floor trying to spy crawl out of your own living room. You’re literally paralyzed with embarrassment. “Don’t worry ma’am! I’ll call for help!” he yells, pulling out his phone. Jumping up, you run to the door, flinging it open. You swat at his phone and it flies into the shrubbery.
“Aay! Whaa—”
“Noooooo! I’m fine! I just– you don’t– I…” Changbin just stares at you, confused. But even his confused face is just so damn cute. He stares at you for a moment longer.
“Okaaayyy. Well, I should – uh, get to work then I guess– just let me find my phone,” he says, digging into the shrubs.
“Yeah, about that. Look, I’m sorry... There isn’t anything actually broken.”
“Yes, there is,” he says, pulling out his shattered phone. He examines it. You close your eyes, thinking, this has to be the single most embarrassing shit I have ever done. EVER. Before you can say anything, Changbin laughs at his phone and now it’s your turn to look at him confused.
“It’s been one hell of a day. This was going to be my last job for today. But no work and no phone means it’s time to go home and enjoy a beer. Ma’am,” Changbin nods, then turns to leave.“Wait! Please, come in. I’ll make you a drink. It’s the least I can do for causing you all of this trouble.” You gesture toward your kitchen. Changbin thinks for a moment. He looks at his phone again and then smiles at you as he walks into your house. “If I stay for a drink, will you tell me why you really called me?
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Sweet Crushing
Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader
Bakery AU
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1038
Warnings: language
Masterlist | 12 Days of Ficmas Masterpost
Taglist: @soobin-chois
He felt bad for her, he really did, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop his daily visits. The sweets were too good and not to mention his massive crush on her. But he did feel bad for her.
It made sense that the owner of the best bakery in the city would be swamped during Christmas time. Changbin wished there was a way for him to make her day easier, but the fact of the matter was that he definitely made her day more hectic just by showing up everyday so that he could continue with his crush shenanigans.
🎄
“Is Y/N not here today?” Changbin asked with a frown, glancing past the cashier. He couldn’t spot anyone in the kitchen through the door’s window, but maybe she was out of sight.
“I made her take a sick day. Is something wrong?” The younger woman before him asked. She’d been working at the bakery for a few months now, but Changbin had been a customer longer than she’d been here.
“Nothing’s wrong… She’s just never taken a day off before so I was worried.” He responded, placating the girl. She blinked at him for a moment, and her head tilted slightly before a knowing smile overcame her face.
“Oh, I see…” The girl giggled softly behind her hand. “I’ll make sure she knows you stopped by, Changbin. Don’t worry~”
“No, no! It’s fine! It’s not like that… I was just worried, really.” He coughed, hoping to cover the slight voice crack. “Besides, if you had to force her to take a sick day, then she doesn’t need something else stressing her out during her busiest season.” Changbin seemed to sweat at the thought of being a bother.
“Boss says our busiest season will be Valentine's day, but I know what you mean… Anyway, I don’t think hearing that you asked about her will stress her out at all.” She held a coy smile, and Changbin wondered what she meant by that. However, being too nervous to ask, he simply nodded and ordered his usual.
He did not hang around the shop that day.
🎄
He didn’t go back to the bakery for a week, despite every fiber of his being urging him to see if she’d be back. It had become routine, and it was odd not to adhere. But with it getting closer and closer to Christmas, it meant orders were due, and he really didn’t want to add to her already busy schedule.
Besides, apparently his pining was not as subtle as he hoped it’d been if the teenager was able to recognize his feelings from a mile away.
By the time he returned, it was Christmas Day. He was only passing by when he noticed the sign was on. Detouring from his original destination, he beelined straight for the entrance. The door jingled just like always as he slipped inside the warm shop and out of the cold.
“Just a second!” He heard her call from the kitchen, and he felt his heart simultaneously drop to his ass and pound against his chest. He stood in front of the door nervously, hands still in pockets and glancing around the empty bakery as though it was the first time he’d ever seen it.
The kitchen door swinging open and Y/N emerging from the back broke him out of his anxious stupor. He moved towards the counter with pink cheeks. She watched him with a polite smile, yet there was something else that seemed to twinkle behind her eyes.
“How can I help you?” She asked with her typical customer service cheer, but Changbin shook his head, at a loss. He had not planned to come here today. Hell, he hadn’t even imagined they’d be open today.
“Why are you open today?” He finally asked, baffled with a frown. Her face seemed to falter with confusion, and her smile fell slightly.
“I have orders being picked up today… Figured I might as well keep the front open if I’m gonna be here anyway.” She replied with a shrug. “If you’re not here to get your usual, then what are you doing here?” She returned with her own curiosities.
“I was passing by when I saw the open sign on.” He cleared his throat. “Last time I was here, you were out sick so I’m concerned that you’re overworking yourself.” He mumbled out. Her smile rose again, this time more genuine.
“Yuqi mentioned you stopped by. I was disappointed to have missed you.” His heart seemed to fail him for a moment at her words. She had missed him? He didn’t think she had really noticed or cared about his presence even after all this time. The fact that her smile seemed to waver into a smirk confirmed that his cheeks betrayed his desire to hide the effect her words had.
“When are the orders getting picked up?” Changbin changed the subject. He had to if he was going to make it out of this conversation without melting into a puddle of embarrassing goo.
“I told them that I would only stay open until three, after that any orders would be canceled.” She didn’t seem to mind the change in topic. Instead, she leaned on the glass counter, proximity closing as she slid nearer on her elbows.
“Three…” He repeated quietly. “Then I’ll pick you up at 3:15.” He nodded confidently. Then, though, he seemed sheepish and cringed slightly. “Unless you do actually have plans today?”
“I don’t. 3:15 sounds perfect. What’s the occasion?”
“Our first date.”
“Ah, so you’re finally asking then?” The smirk was back. He was a tad confused at her words, though. Finally? Had she been waiting on him to ask?
“What do you mean? I didn’t know you were interested in me.” He voiced his questions.
“Changbin, I’ve been giving you discounts on all of your orders since you started coming here. Have you never checked your total?” She reasoned with a short laugh. He felt a tad embarrassed for never noticing, but he was also too elated at the reciprocation to care.
“I was a little busy crushing on the baker.” He admitted, holding back a smirk.
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DANDELIONS pt 1
(1) (2)
Collage AU!Changbin x reader
[edited]
Y/N's POV
The final bell's echo marked the end of another dragging period. I glanced around, noting the synchronized rustle of notebooks and the zip of backpacks. One more class to endure.
I slumped back into my seat, the untouched notebook in my hands a testament to my waning interest. What's the point of pretending?
"Mrs. Y/n, a moment, please?" Mr. Choi's voice cut through the chatter, his eyes not meeting mine, but fixed on the stack of papers before him.
With a resigned sigh, I approached his desk, the weight of my backpack mirroring the heaviness in my chest. "What is it, sir?"
He waited, his silence stretching until the last student trickled out. "It's your grades," he began, his frown morphing into a look of concern. "They've plummeted since the semester began."
I traced the patterns on the floor with my eyes, feeling the sting of his words. "A's to B's, and now an F," he continued. "Is there no time for my class? At least take notes, Y/n."
The apology was a lump in my throat. "I'll try harder," I managed to say, meeting his gaze.
"I'll arrange a tutor for you," he offered, his tone firm yet caring.
A nod was all I could muster. "Thank you, sir."
"Now hurry along, don't be late."
As I stepped into the hallway, the reality of a tutor loomed over me. Another person to disappoint, or perhaps, an unexpected ally in this academic battlefield.
Changbin's POV
Felix's deep voice pulled me back to the present. "Are you coming over today?"
"Yeah, Lix, I already told you—" My words were cut short by the professor's stern call. "Seo Changbin, go to the office."
Confusion settled in as all eyes landed on me. Felix leaned in, his whisper barely audible. "Bro, what did you do?"
I could only offer a clueless shrug, gathering my belongings and bidding him a quick farewell. The walk to the office was a silent battle with my thoughts. What did I do? Am I in trouble? Not another detention…
Upon entering, I bowed respectfully to the teachers. "Ah, Mr. Seo," Mr. Yang greeted, his voice betraying no emotion. My gaze landed on the lone student in the room—Y/n?
"Why am I here, Mr. Yang?" My question was soft, almost hesitant.
He glanced at a paper on his desk. "Meet Y/n. You'll be her tutor for History."
Her name triggered a cascade of memories. The quiet girl who once offered me flowers with a shy smile. Could it really be her?
Approaching her, I noticed the nervous play of her fingers on her skirt's edge. "Hey Y/n. Do you remember me?" I asked, pointing to myself, hoping to spark recognition.
Her eyes widened briefly, then she nodded. A wave of relief washed over me.
"After school, let's meet in the library, okay?" I suggested gently. Standing up, I added, "What class do you have next? Let me walk you there."
Y/N's POV
The climb to the 3rd floor felt longer with Changbin trailing behind me. I wanted to ask him to stop following, but the words wouldn't come. Just as I mustered the courage to speak, his voice boomed with excitement.
"Oh my gosh, you like TXT?!" He pointed to the Yeonjun photocard dangling from my bag.
I nodded, caught off guard when he gently touched my shoulder. "Can I see?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with shared fandom.
"Hes my bias too!" Changbin's voice was a mix of surprise and delight. I felt a warmth spread through me, but his grip tightened in his excitement, anchoring me in place.
"You're hurting me…" I whispered, the discomfort breaking through the moment.
His eyes widened, and he immediately let go. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. Are you okay?" Concern etched his features as he stepped around to face me, his hands hovering as if unsure where to rest.
"I'm fine," I assured him, my voice steadier than I felt. "Just… surprised, that's all."
We shared a look, an unspoken understanding passing between us. He nodded, a silent promise to be more mindful.
His hand ended up on my waist...
Changbin's POV
My gaze lingered on my hand at her waist, her silence a puzzle I couldn't solve. She just stood there, her round eyes wide, cheeks flushed—a picture of innocence that tugged at my heartstrings.
"Changbin… Changbin?" Her voice snapped me out of my reverie, her hand fluttering before my eyes like a startled bird.
I chuckled, a soft, self-deprecating sound, and carefully withdrew my hand. "Right, your class," I stammered, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and something akin to hope.
The stairs seemed to stretch on forever as we ascended in silence. My mind raced with questions. Does she feel the same? Would she tell me if she did? Memories of a past fondness lingered, but did her feelings stand the test of time?
Reaching the third floor, the hallway was a blur, my focus solely on the girl beside me. "Bye Y/N, see you at the library," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She offered a soft smile and a slight bow, a gesture of respect that somehow felt like more. As she disappeared into her classroom, a sense of longing washed over me, mingled with the sweet promise of what the afternoon might bring.
YIPPIE!!!
-A heart from hannie
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safety pin — s.cb
description. just because changbin knows how to put away a knife doesn’t change the fact that he knows how to wield one.
pairings. seo changbin x gender-neutral reader
genre. hurt/comfort, angst, bestfriends!au
warnings. vague implications of bullying, swearing, open-ended? cliffhanger?
word count. 2.5k
notes. this is for the bullied bullies—the ones who were never nice enough to say they didn’t deserve what they got. there are only two ways our lives could go: change for the better or get fucking worse. i hope we’re all moving towards the former.
You remember how it feels like to drown in open air. The tightening in your chest, ribcage brushing against dried out lungs. The panicked beating of the heart, the physical act of breathing not feeding oxygen into your system. Help me.
It happened at the back of a noisy classroom, by the far corner where it was darker and quieter than the rest of the room. It wasn’t too far, but it was separated enough from the small circles of people that filled the room with boisterous laughter and chatter static.
Silence was violent, it gave way to the voices in your head. On most days, they were nothing but murmurs in the back of your mind, as if the cog that controlled their volume was free of rust and turned to the lowest notch. Other days, they got to you but you tried your best to push through. Today, they were nearly impossible to shrug off, amplified by people who sat at the other side of the room.
You could see the rise and fall of your chest, feel your warm breath brush the back of your hand, but you couldn’t feel the air in your system—where it was needed most. Your head felt lighter with every second that passed and your uneven breaths did little to no help to the lack of oxygen in your head.
Time has passed and things have changed. The ghosts from your past could no longer hurt you now. It was what you wanted to tell yourself. But the wounds they left behind haven’t healed into scars quite yet. They were sealed shut in fragile seams that didn’t take much to rip back open. Without agitation, they didn’t hurt as much as they used to, yet that didn’t mean that they no longer did. You were sure they’d long forgotten about the words they’d left and they pranced around innocently like their words weren’t drilled into the back of your head. You could still hear them mocking you, their laughter reverberating on the walls of your mind whenever you glanced at a mirror.
But you weren’t innocent, no. You spat poison at others just as much as it was spat on you, maybe even more. It was a vicious cycle of cruel words you never really meant, just things you said out of necessity to have the final clap-back—the one that made everyone shut up. Even that backfired eventually, like all things did in terms of karma. You got a taste of your own medicine and rendered helpless at the other end of the knife.
It took you a while to build yourself up again and for months you thought you’ve healed and let go. It took one glance in their direction to send you back in time, to a headspace you thought you’ve overcome and moved on from. And for the first time in months, you were scared again.
Everything was starting to go well for you again. You’ve started anew, with a clean slate you didn’t want to smear any time soon. The image of you in their heads no longer existed, you’ve tried to change completely. But it didn’t mean that it never existed. Whoever they knew was still you, it still lived in their minds as a memory no matter how you tried to erase it. There was no running from who you once were. They had the upper hand, they had the claim of being on the victim’s end. It only took a few mouths to turn the people you held close against you for the second time around.
The heaviness shackled you down to your seat. Getting away was hopeless with the way your limbs were shaking. They paid you no heed, but you could feel their eyes dart to you occasionally—waiting for a moment to strike a conversation just for old times sake. You weren’t ready for such casualties. So you tried to stay focused on the sole thing that kept you from having to interact with anyone else. You tapped away on your phone, fingers trembling as you typed in a ‘get me out of here’ to the nearest contact, clicked send and went on to distract yourself with whatever your phone had to offer. Seconds felt like hours confined in the same room where you were suffocating.
Yet you kept your face stoic, as if the alarms in your head weren’t going off one after the other. Your leg bounced restlessly, fingers fidgeting with no other purpose but to hold your phone in place. The looming presence inches closer, overwhelming you like a wave crashing over you and pulling you beneath the surface. You sank deeper and deeper and deeper.
“_____?”
Amidst the chorus in your head, you heard a voice break through, barely. You snapped back into focus, slowly looking up from your mindless phone browsing to find the voice’s owner. Across the room, Changbin was scanning the room for you—eyes darting from one row after the other until he finally found you at the far back.
For a fraction of a moment, his eyes softened when they met yours. He raised an arm to wave you over. “Let’s go.”
The room blurred around you as Changbin became your sole focal point. You gave him a small nod in acknowledgment, sweeping your bag off the armchair before you crossed what had been an impossible space seconds ago. You could feel eyes boring holes on your back as you walked away, like predators stalking prey they couldn’t wait to gnaw on. You were anxious, thinking that they’d call out your name and you’d be forced to face them. What would happen then? Would you be able to defend yourself like you rehearsed a hundred times before? But you reached Changbin with no interruptions, slipping out of the classroom right behind him.
Finally, air.
You allowed yourself a sigh when you made it out. The heaviness on your chest wasn’t entirely gone but waning with every step further. The hallways were wide, quiet, and empty, as they always were on Friday morning. Enormous windows lined the walls opposite to the classroom doors, allowing the autumn breeze to sweep down the floor.
Changbin walked quietly beside you, eyebrows furrowed and mouth twisted into a seemingly permanent frown. Only when he noticed you looking did he decide to break the silence between the both of you. “What were they doing here?” he spat, voice laced with irritation but his eyes were gentle when they looked over. You only shrugged in reply. “Are you okay?” he asked.
It was a hard question to answer given the circumstances. But for now, your thoughts have gone quiet ever since you walked out the room. Having changbin around made you feel more safe and secure. “I am now,” you muttered honestly. “That was fast though. Did you dash for the room the second you got my text?”
He frowned before cocking an eyebrow at you, “What text?”
You fished your phone out of your pocket. “The one I sent about getting me...” you trailed off when you saw the red exclamation point beside your latest message. Your call for help remained unsent.
“What text?” he repeated, peeking at your phone screen.
“How did you know?”
Changbin stopped a few steps ahead when he noticed you were no longer following. The gentle breeze picks up and gusts down the hallway to fill in for the silence that had fallen you. His eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowed, “I thought I saw them earlier and then I tried to find you before they did,” he answered. “Guess I was a little too late? I’m sorry.”
You shook your head. “Don’t be. I owe you one.”
“Don’t mention it.”
That hadn’t been the last time Changbin got you out of a tight pinch, but it was the one that stuck with you most. Months have passed since then yet the memory resurfaced with crystal clear definition as if it had happened only a week ago. It was only one of the memories that you recalled fondly as the town blurred past you on the drive home.
Beside you, Changbin kept his eyes on the road, humming softly to the song playing through the radio. You’ve long given up your attempts to spark a conversation, exhausted from being out the entire day. You knew he hated silence just as much as you did and you hoped the music and your (awake) company would be enough to help him drown out his anxieties for the next day. The car grew quieter with every person he dropped off until he was left with only you—the last stop.
He slowed the car down as he made the turn for your street. You could faintly recall his disbelief when he first drove you home, unable to believe that such a peaceful neighborhood could exist in the bustling city. The quiet stood in stark contrast to his own street and he took the time to breathe in the tranquility, it might be the last of it that he’d be getting in the next few months.
Changbin parked the car by the vacant lot beside your house, facing west where the sun was slowly setting behind the mountains in the distance. Throughout your friendship, you both had your fair share of comfortable silences—be it across each other at a coffee shop downtown as you both tried making sense out of the notes you scribbled down in class or inside the comfort of his car as you watched the sun set, like today. Most of your time together was spent laughing.
He was leaving for college the next day and you were lucky enough to be a part of his last day in town. It felt like the past two years passed in the blink of an eye. One moment you were still cramming a semester-worth of knowledge in your brain on the night before exams and the next moment you were having half-drunk conversations as you stared into the inky black sky full of stars. Changbin was so much more than just the academic prodigy who happened to sit on the chair next to yours in Math class. He started novels at the same time you did just to see who was the faster reader. He sat through the most boring of lectures with you, gladly lending you one of his earphones so you could listen to the same song together as you ignored the same useless ‘teacher’. He swapped wallets with you in an attempt to save money; though awfully unsuccessful you got a good laugh out of it.
When you met in junior year, neither of you had clean slates. Your names were both tainted with mistakes from your pasts, permanently smeared as if your actions were impossible to grow out of. You were both beaten down and broken enough to not let your guards down so easily. Back then, wounds from your past were still healing and you knew the risks of befriending someone perfectly capable of wielding a dagger and inflicting the same damage you’ve suffered in the past.
But he showed you nothing but kindness; bluntness with the best intentions, understanding beyond what you thought you deserved. Changbin knew what to say and when to say it, knew what to do to get misunderstandings fixed without blowing them out of proportion. You were difficult and so was he. Maybe that was how he knew how to handle you, maybe that was how your friendship worked. You both heard what past ghosts had to say about the other yet you took it upon each other to see for yourselves if they were true. Either they were lying about him or the person they had in mind no longer existed. The same might have been true for you too.
He always tried to see the good in you, believing that what you needed was a shot at redemption, a restart. He knew the bad things you did, looked past them when he saw that you were no longer the person you were back then. You were worth saving, no matter how your mind managed to convince you otherwise. You wouldn’t call him your savior though, you did a lot of mending on your own but it was great to have someone to tell you not to be too hard on yourself.
“So,” he muttered quietly, “when are you getting out of the car?”
“Fuck you.” Changbin howls in laughter the second your fist hits his arm. You think it hurt your knuckles more than it did him but you try not to show it. The car fills with laughter, both his and yours, then dies—preserved only in memory. “I guess this is goodbye.”
“God damn it, ______. You’re making it seem like I’m not coming back.”
“Good riddance.” He’s looking over you now, unsure if he was growing impatient with every second you were stalling or wasting empty minutes for a bit more time with you. You never figured that out and you never got to ask him. “I’ll miss you though,” you finally let slip, “a lot more than I emotionally prepared myself to.”
“I’ll miss you too, kiddo.”
A few more quiet glances and a squeeze excused as a hug later, you’re out of his car and waving him off. He honks then drives away. And he hasn’t even disappeared down the road but you were already thinking of next times and future promises to be fulfilled when he came back. There were drives to make, countries to see, seas to cross—all of which were waiting at the end of the 4-year wait left of your educational journey. Somehow, you were convinced that the few short years you’ve known him were enough to reassure you the friendship would last.
It didn’t.
Some distances were just too far, and some changes were too drastic to ignore. Somewhere in between the four years away, Changbin turned into the very same monster the ghosts said he was. Or maybe there was never anything to turn into when he had always been that way, just better at hiding it. A part of you always saw it coming; a twin of your own doubt on yourself projected on someone who had the same tendencies you did. It was so much easier to revert back to old ways than to change into a new leaf, the familiarity of previous habits almost too easy to fall back into.
You wanted to deny it, accuse other parties of making stories, because your bias always rested with the one you knew better. But the actions were inexcusable and when it came to picking sides, you winded up somewhere in the god-awful middle—acknowledging the affected yet inherently incapable of holding the perpetrator fully accountable. Because how could you, when he turned a blind eye to your own actions? Why couldn’t you do the same? Why won’t you do the same for him?
You still remembered him from that Friday years ago; saving grace to you. But it was just a split-second in the long reel of life. Maybe what you knew of him was nothing but a facade meant to bury who he really was—an identity built on a mosaic of little good deeds to cover the reeking reality behind it.
© neo-shitty, 2022
#changbin angst#skz angst#changbin fluff#skz fluff#districtninewriters#kwritersworldnet#skz scenarios#changbin x reader#skz x reader#changbin imagines#skz imagines#changbin timestamps#seo changbin#skz#stray kids#skz changbin#toff.writes#i thought the tags didnt work again#turns out i queued it a day late#unconsciously posted the same day this happened irl but 4 years later haha#i have this thing with anniversaries
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Day 18 - Changbin
Warnings- smut (minors dni), choking, fingering, teasing,
Since the first day of college you’d been best friends with Changbin. You were competitive, often fighting for best grades, but your personalities just seemed to mesh perfectly. Your friends often found your friendship with Changbin odd. They wondered how two people so similar could be just friends, and as your friendship developed over the years, you did bicker almost like an old married couple. To an outsider looking in, you seemed like you’d been together for years, a comfortable relationship of knowing exactly what your partner needed. But actually, you were just really close friends.
You often argued, bickering over small things, and every now and then you even had the energy to play fight, determined to win. Today was a high energy day, and you were ready for battle.
No fight was as important as your current war with Changbin- whether you would order pizza or kebabs for movie night. You’d been bickering on the sofa for nearly 20 minutes, movie queued ready to play. Yet you couldn’t agree on food, and were both too stubborn to compromise. While rambling about the ‘healthier option of kebabs’ Changbin accidentally kicks his leg against yours, opening the gates for a full battle.
With his leg trapped beneath yours, you moved to pin him to the sofa, straddling him as he fought to push you off. Determined to show your strength, you removed your hands, over proud of how you’d tamed the great Seo Changbin. But your pride was your downfall.
He quickly used his legs as well as the strength in his upper body to flip you over, his body now over yours as you struggled under him. His thick arm across your chest, he started to slip, applying pressure around your throat. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but enough to make you moan out lowly at his strength.
His eyes widened as he realised what happened. ‘Y/n did you- did you just….moan?’ He sat back as he repositioned his weight over his knees, his body no longer over yours. Your cheeks were burning, a blush creeping over them as you tried to decide what to say to Changbin.
Yes, you were best friends. But that doesn’t mean he needed to hear you moan, or know about how his biceps made your panties stick to you. Or how the thought of his hands wrapped around your throat had often kept you up at night. Your silence only worried him, his face turning from shock to concern as he waited for your reply.
‘What’s wrong y/n? Trying to figure out the best way to tell me you wanna be choked?’ He smirked, laughing as he saw your blush increase tenfold.
‘What?! I- Changbin-’
He cut you off before you could say anything else, his lips against yours swallowing any other words you could say. His kiss was firm, his lips soft against yours as you melted into the kiss. His hands found their way to your sides as he leaned further in, his body hovering over yours once more. As the kiss grew more passionate, his hands explored your body, slipping in the front of your loose fitting leggings to feel how damp your cotton panties had gotten.
As his finger ran over your cotton panties, the soft fabric damp against your core, you whine out, the soft moan making Changbins arousal all the more obvious. His finger deftly moved the fabric to the side, gathering your arousal on his finger as he continued to kiss you. You gasped out as his finger slipped inside you, his slow but sure movements making you lift your hips into him.
It wasn’t long until he had another finger in you, curling against your walls as you mewled beneath him. His lips focused on your neck as he left soft marks there, your hips grinding against his fingers as you grew more desperate.
‘More binnie. Need more please’ you said as you lifted your hips for him. His lips left your skin as he looked at you, a smirk across his face as he spoke.
‘Don’t be so needy my love. You’ll get more when I give you more.’
With that, his lips went back to your neck, his fingers still slowly working you open as you whined beneath him. You began to beg, your neediness taking over as you pleaded with him for more, faster, harder. Lifting his lips from your skin again, you could see the softness had left his face.
‘Oh so we’re gonna be a brat today huh?’ As he spoke his free hand found its way to your neck, his thumb gently applying pressure against your artery as he continued to finger you open. You started to feel dizzy, the lack of oxygen flowing through your brain brining you closer to the edge. You could hear how wet your were, changbins fingers increasing their pace as he watched how fucked out you looked. With a final squeeze on your throat, you came on his fingers, your release covering your thighs and his fingers as he worked you through your high.
His hand left your throat, moving instead to cup your cheek as he gently kissed your lips, his kiss soft and passionate. Once your head was no longer spinning and you had regained your breath he sat you up, thighs already wiped clean by Changbin.
He fetched you water as you sat, both of you wondering what this meant for your friendship. When he returned, he pulled you close, a fluffy blanket thrown over you both as he grabbed for the remote. Before pressing play on the film, he placed a gentle kiss on your head, a soft reminder that he would always be there for you, no matter what.
When the doorbell rang, Changbin stood, disrupting your comfortable position to answer it and within minutes was back on the sofa with you, pizza in hand. You weren’t even sure when he had ordered, but you were glad he had. Sharing a pizza and watching the film felt like nothing had changed between you two. And maybe nothing would.
Or maybe, everything would.
Taglist- @jungwonseyebrowsonflick @sunghoonmybeloved @lix-freckle3 @yoswagmuffin @meuusea
#kpop smut#kpop#stray kids#stray kids smut#stray kids changbin#changbin smut#skz smut#skz changbin smut#skz changbin#kpop kinktober#kinktober
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becomingmina’s masterlist
KEYS : {F} FLUFF {A} ANGST {M} SMUT {S} SUGGESTIVE
Bang Chan/Chris:
You, you silly {M} You would definitely get super embarrassed and probably conceals all your noises from then on if he ever admitted that he loves how vocal you are. — Which is why he’s keeping quiet in this situation.
Mad {F, S} “I can’t believe I rather sleep than go out with you today..” he planted a kiss to your shoulder making you giggle. “..I’m such bad boyfriend..” he continues and you nod.
Lee Minho/Lee Know:
Fuckboy Min featuring Hyunjin {A, M} "Hey baby," Minho speaks from behind you, his voice so deep, hands find their way to your hips sending chills down your spine. He used to call you that all the time, and your heart never fails to beat out of your chest from it.
Fuckboy Min 2 featuring Hyunjin {A} You continue to move in, giving him a peck to his cheeks. Hyunjin freezes in return, the sudden affection makes him flustered. "Goodnight Hyune."
Seo Changbin:
Mad {F, S} He must've been so confused patiently waiting at home for you to come over the whole day. "I'll come home now, I'm sorry."
Hwang Hyunjin:
Fuckboy Min 2 featuring Minho {A} You continue to move in, giving him a peck to his cheeks. Hyunjin freezes in return, the sudden affection makes him flustered. "Goodnight Hyune."
Fuckboy Min 3 - Hyune’s ending {F, M} His eyes carry so many regrets and guilt and you know he was taken back when your eyes flicker back to meet Hyunjin’s.
Crush {M} “Yeah I do..” he confesses breathlessly. “Couldn’t stop thinking back to gym class yesterday.. how you eyed it all lesson..” Oh, so he caught you staring but didn’t say anything?
Han Jisung/Han:
Nothing yet
Lee Yongbok/Felix:
Take your own photos, baby {S} “-Take your own photos, baby,” you handed him the camera. He looks down at the object before meeting your eyes again, this time his pupil are blown wide open at what you’re suggesting.
My good girl {M} Felix chuckles running his hand through your hair stopping at the back of your head to lift you up so he can get you to look up at him. It was just like how you imagined - his hand in your hair guiding you - expect your mouth isn’t on him yet.
Mad {A, S} You stay up a bit longer, unable to stop replaying the situation in your head and also hoping he’ll turn around to hug you. But he never did and eventually your body gave in to sleep as well.
“Are you sure it’s not hate?” {A} “You can leave when I fall asleep,” you surrendered, eyes wavering waiting for his answer. “Please,” you beg.
Mommy {M} “Mm- I’m close Lixie,” you egg him on with the nickname, one you use only when you find him cute in bed, which was rarely.
Kim Seungmin:
Just hold me {F} You find yourself smiling a little bit at his voice, but you don’t answer. “Princess?” He speaks again, now a little cautious if it’s even his princess who entered the apartment.
Yang Jeongin/I.N:
Mad {A, M} “Yeah true,” he rolls his eyes at you now. “We aren’t even dating. But then go ahead.. Go ahead and tell me why you are missing me so much then? Spamming my phone with “I miss you”messages?” He scoffed, lifting his hand to air quote you.
Series:
Mad masterlist (OT8) {F, A, M, S}
Fuckboy Min (Lee Minho + Hwang Hyunjin)
Part 1 {A, M}
Part 2 {A}
Part 3 Hyune {F, M}
Reactions:
Ot8
Favourite time and place for you to go down on them {M}
How would SKZ ask Y/N to be their girlfriend on Valentine’s Day {F}
SKZ reaction to being asked what they would do if they woke up in Y/N’s body {S}
Getting caught in a sweet moment with Y/N by the public - ChangLix (F)
Hyung line
Favourite time and place to eat you out - HYUNG LINE {M}
How they would react to Y/N being clumsy/ embarrassed during... - HYUNG LINE {M, A}
Maknae line
Favourite time and place to eat you out - MAKNAE LINE {M}
How they would react to Y/N being clumsy/embarrassed during... MAKNAE LINE {M}
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So, I have tomorrow (today) off, and I’m spending Thanksgiving alone this year, but I figured it’s the perfect time to try and watch a few more Ateez videos!
I’m gonna keep this post saved and add to it as I watch more. For context, I’m sticking with their music videos for now. After I’ve seen all of them, I’ll move on to all the songs without videos and so on. (Okay, I ended up watching some tonight, so this is post 1 and tomorrow, I’ll make a post 2!)
Also, just in case I haven’t made it super obvious. I’m pretty new to these guys, for the most part. I’ve seen them pop up here or there, but I genuinely don’t know that much about them. If there’s anything I should know, any issues the fandom has, if I mess up, etc, let me know. I don’t want to offend anyone here, or get things really wrong.
In this post, I talk about my thoughts on Hala Hala, Promise, Illusion, Wave, Aurora, and Wonderland. I had to stop after Wonderland, because it was a lot, lmao.
Hala Hala - This is the 4th official video I’ve watched (technically 5th, but I’ve decided to pretend I haven’t seen anything else). I love it. I enjoyed the first three, for the most part, but this was the first one where I was like, hell yea. I can’t say that I understand the story line at all yet, but I’m still new, hopefully I’ll learn, lmao.
But yea, since I’m still not 100% great with knowing who is who (although I’m almost there!), I actually loved the masks and not really knowing who was who. Eventually, I’ll look it up to find out who sings what because the singing in this one was stunning.
Promise - I had to pause this one a minute in so that I could say this before I forget: Wooyoung’s voice would fit in with any 90s boy band. I can’t explain it exactly, but it just would. Thank you. Let me continue.
Okay, I’m back. So, I love the setting! I looked in the comments and it looks like this was filmed in Moscow, which is stunning. I loved that it had a performance video feel and a street version feel.
Also, listen. I’m...I’m loyal to Seo Changbin, okay. His rapping is just *chefs kiss* perfection, but ...Hongjoong is so charismatic. Like, he’s my current favorite in the group, but that may change, it’s too early to tell.
I have no idea what the song is about, as there were no English captions, but I’ll look it up later. It was good. Also, not even gonna comment on how great Jongho is here, I already knew he was talented as hell after that Love Poem performance.
Illusion - I don’t know what to say about this one. I liked it. I could tell it seemed to have a double meaning. Like, it seems like a happy, upbeat song, but the lyrics may not be? This might sound dumb, but I sometimes struggle to pick up on the meanings of some kpop songs with the English translations. That’s my own shortcoming though, not anyone’s fault.
The video was bright and interesting, though, so yea. I don’t have a lot of thoughts on this one.
Wave - Did they just say Hakuna Matata? ...Yes, yes they did. That’s actually so cute, bye.
Okay, I’m back. This one was so cute! Chill songs are usually not my favorite songs, but I still enjoy them from time to time and I definitely think I’ll enjoy this one. I love that it’s a great summer song, and all the talk of the beach. I grew up near the beach, so it holds a special place in my heart. I’m also always a fan of the video where groups look like they’re having fun. It’s why I love Stray Kids’ street version videos so much, even if the songs themselves aren’t my favorite.
Aurora - Okay, this one confused me at first, I won’t lie. Again, it was the English captions, again, its my fault. But I think it’s about someone being the light in the darkness? Because at first, I thought they were saying that the other person was the darkness and they found the light. Let me know if I’m wrong, lmao.
So, it’s definitely a great song, they all look fantastic in the video and they sound amazing. I don’t think it’s going to be on repeat for me, just because of the style of song and everything, but it’s a really good one. OH. And I loved the choreography here.
Wonderland - Okay, wow, okay. This is the last one for tonight, since I need to breathe after this, lmao.
This one was chaotic and intense. I loved it. It’s scratched that itch in my brain that Stray Kids songs usually scratch.
I will say that it’s a little hard to tell who’s who at times, during the more chaotic scenes, since I’m not 100% used to them yet. But I had the same problem with skz, I’ll figure it out eventually, lmao.
I love how aggressive the choreography is. It looks like they performed this one on some music shows, so I really wanna see the whole choreography, I bet it’s amazing. But yea, really fucking great.
#Ateez#ateez thoughts#gotta make a tag for them to keep things organized damn it#also#probably gonna try and watch some compilation videos of them tomorrow#that's what really helped sell skz for me#ALSO ALSO#i apologize just a little bit for all the stray kids talk#there just the only other group i've really been in to#so it's hard not to compare them just a little bit....well...more my experience?#i'm not intentionally trying to compare the groups themselves#more just...how i see things#if that makes sense#okay i'm done#goodnight
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yandere skz reaction... y/n's first 'i love you'
warning this is not how i portray the members of stray kids or how you should either. this is purely for entertainment purposes.
bang chan.
he would be bringing you breakfast in bed, knowing you couldn't make it yourself as you were a bit... tied up at the moment.
the past few days you would have been kicking and screaming to be untied, but today was different, you laid in bed like the sweet little angel that chan knew was inside of you.
he climbed onto the bed and sat beside you. "i made you breakfast."
"thank you. i love you."
chan's mouth hung open at the words, repeating them in his head again and again. his empty hand pet your head, "what a good little doll."
lee minho.
minho would've had to finally break you completely before you said it. nobody in their right mind could love the monster that he is, finding pleasure in hurting you and others for fun.
you would be at the point of no longer screaming when he gets you a gift. today, it was your best friend's toe, wrapped prettily and put into a gift bag.
not even blinking an eye, you responded. "what a lovely gift. i love you."
minho grinned widely, kissing your dull cheek, "say it again."
"i love you."
"say it again."
"i love you."
seo changbin.
changbin was cuddling you on the couch. you had been locked inside for days with only changbin to keep you company. he shared some takeout food with you as the two of you watched a movie.
his hands were stroking your hair, laughing occasionally at the movie that, in your personal opinion, was very boring. you were dozing off on his chest, not even bothering to keep your eyes open.
changbin noticed your heavy breathing and smiled, "goodnight sweetpea, i love you."
"i love you too."
changbin's eyes widened, his smile growing on his face, mind running with ways that he could reward his precious baby. would he take them out tomorrow finally?
needless to say, if you want something from him, that's how you'd get it.
hwang hyunjin.
it would be easy for you to say 'i love you' to hyunjin at first. I mean, who wouldn't love the charming, manipulative boy?
"i love you, hyunjin." you would say as you two watched a movie, your head leaning on his shoulder.
"of course you do." he replied.
you frowned a little at his reply, scoffing and going back to the movie.
"i love you too, doll, i was joking."
he would never admit it, but he loved you more than you could ever imagine. and that's exactly why he can't tell you how much he loved you just yet. or else you'd run away a little too fast.
han jisung.
you and your boyfriend were on his couch. you've learned that there was no point trying to get away, so you let him snuggle up to you the way he always does for hours on end.
after an hour and a half, you were getting uncomfortable, and you needed to pee. but the boy would freak out if you left his side.
"sungie," you started slowly, trying to find the easiest way to tell him, "i love you so much, but i need to use the restroom."
jisung immediately sat up, looking at you with wide eyes.
"you said you love me. you've never said that before." "i haven't?" "say it again!" "i love you."
"we're going to the bathroom together, and the whole time you're going to say that over and over. i'll get my camera too!"
lee felix.
similar to minho, you'd have to be out of your mind to love lee felix. you'd need to be completely broken as he shows you the familiar person you knew from months ago tied up to a chair.
"won't you be a doll and kill him for me?" felix would say.
you've been through this before, and it just became more difficult the longer you hesitated.
immediately, you plunged the knife into his chest, listening to him scream as you did it again, over and over until he was dead. you avoided looking at what you had done, instead turning to felix.
"what a good job you've done," he smiled at you, "you'll do anything i say now, won't you? you'll even kill for me."
you nodded.
"tell me you love me."
without hesitation, you complied, "i love you, felix."
he grabbed your blood stained cheek and kissed you.
kim seungmin
seungmin came home and greeted you with a smile, shoving a box into your arms and telling you to open it while you cooked dinner in the kitchen.
this was nothing new to you, since he would always somehow find exactly what you needed, whenever you needed it.
what would it be this time, though? there was nothing that you posted about or mentioned to him about wanting.
excitedly still, you opened the box, only to find a pair of... strangely realistic eyes.
seungmin saw the confused look on your face, so of course he had to explain. "remember yesterday how you said your ex contacted you? how you wanted him gone and out of your life?"
"seungmin... we need to break up." "no we don't! we just got together!"
seungmin grabbed a knife that you had been using and held it to your throat. "now tell me you love the gift, and tell me that you love me."
"i love the gift and i love you."
yang jeongin. tw self harm
"so you don't love me, do you?" jeongin had tears streaming from his eyes. "you want to leave me dont you? you want me to die, don't you?"
"jeongin, i never said that." you spoke calmly, terrified at the knife at his wrist. you had to choose your words wisely.
"you act like it! you talk to other guys! you leave me all the time! you've never even told me you love me!"
you tried to not let your frustration get the best of you, sighing deeply as you pulled the knife away from him.
"jeongin i do love you," you pleaded, "don't hurt yourself."
immediately his face changed into a smile, sniffling away the tears.
he hugged you, letting his smirk show from behind you.
jeongin finally got you to say it.
requested. masterlist. / @hanjisick
#skz yandere#skz#yandere stray kids#skz smut#han jisung#stray kids#yandere skz#bang chan#stray kids smut#skz fluff#stray kids fanfiction#stray kids mtl#stray kids han jisung
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Dumb Baby
Seo Changbin x Y/n
Description: You and your boyfriend Changbin are studying for a science text and things get a little out of control
Warning: Smut, Name Calling, Rough Sex, Dumbification, Reader likes being called dumb, Little bit of a pain kink but only if you squint
Word Count: 1744
“Okay so this one is an easy one”. Changbin teases, lips turning upwards with a small glint in his eyes. “Which alkaloid is used to treat malaria?”. “Easy it’s Quinine. Well I mean that's what i think it is”, You answer while spinning in the chair across the bed where Changbin is sitting.
“Ah, Are you having second thoughts now?” He teases while raising one of his eyebrows, a small smirking starting to form on his lips. “No i know it’s Quinine”, You respond back as you stop spinning in the chair and turn to face him fully. “And you are correct. Here it's my turn now”. Changbin leans forward and hands you the science book. “Ok let’s see, Here I found one. Looking at the periodic table which is electronegative, sodium or potassium?”.
“What?. No fair, I gave you an easy question, Why do I have to have a hard one?” Changbin says while letting out a whine and folding his arms across his chest. “Oh come on, This is not a hard question. We just learned this today”. You say while looking at him struggling to figure out the answer. You chose this question only because you knew he wouldn't get it right since he wasn't paying attention in class today.
“Ok um Sodium”. He finally answers while looking at you. You let out a little laugh and put his book on the desk, scooting the chair closer to him. “Are you sure?” You question while tilting your head to the side. “Yea im sure” Changbin pulls you from the chair so you are sitting in his lap, you put your arms on his shoulders and look down at him. “I'm so sorry Seo Changbin but it seems like you failed your test. While i on the other hand aced it with flying colors, looks like i'm the new genius around here. The correct answer is: it stays constant”.
Changbin looks at you and scoots back on his bed so his back is pressed against the headboard of his bed, wrapping his arm around your waist. Changbin roughly pulls you against him, your hands fly to his shoulders to help steady yourself. “Oh really?” He asks while removing his hands from your waist, Interlocking his hands together and tilting his head to the side. You nod your head with a proud smile on your face, “Yup it sure is if you don't believe just check the book”. You answer while pointing to the forgotten book on his desk.
“No, I believe you. But just because you are a genius at science, Doesn’t mean you are not my dumb little baby in bed now does it?” Changbin lets out a patronizing coo as he runs his thumb across your lips. His nail tugs on your bottom lip pulling it down just a little. “No im not dumb”, You answer quickly with a sigh leaving your lips as you unknowingly lean into his touch. Changbin lets out a little chuckle watching you as you snatch your face away from his hands.
“So what you are saying is that you don’t become my dumb little baby when im fucking you into the mattress?” He asks while grabbing your jaw and turning your face to him. “Yes that's exactly what im saying”, you mumble while turning your head not being able to continue looking him in the face while he is staring at you like a predator stares at its prey.
“What did i say about mumbling, You know how much i hate that shit”. He says while his grip tightens on your jaw. “Look you are already acting dumb. Don't you think so?”. “Im not acting dumb” You continue to defend yourself. “I was the one who got the question right when you got it wrong”, You whine out while pouting your lips and crossing your arms across your chest. Changbin looks at you with a glint of mischief in eyes as he starts to untie the strings on his sweats.
“You say that yet you can’t follow simple fucking rules”. You start to squirm in his lap a little while playing with your fingers. “Pull your dress up, Now.” Changbin demands while pulling down his sweats and boxers so they are now sitting at his knees. “Let show just how dumb you become when im fucking you. I havent even touched you yet and you were already acting dumb.”
You wasted no time and pulled your dress up over your ass revealing your black and green thong as you lean forward into his chest. “That's a good girl”, Changbin coos as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you forward to pull your soaked thongs to the side. “I havent even fucked you and your fucking soaked, You must really get off to me calling you dumb baby”. You can't help but let out a moan and nod your head. It's just something about hearing Changbin's deep voice calling you such dirty names.
Helping you lift yourself up, Changbin slips inside of you. A whine leaving your lips as you slowly slip down on his thick cock letting him fill you up. “Oh, fuck”. You gasp out as you can feel every vein and pulse of his hard cock pressing against your walls, stimulating you even more since there is no movement happening. “Fuck yourself on my cock”. Changbin demands while putting his hands behind his head and sliding down just a little to get comfortable.
“W-What i-” You stutter out, hopping that he would do all the work and fuck you so crazy that wouldn’t be able to think about anything but him. “What’s the problem baby you said you were a genius right? So come on go ahead and fuck yourself”. You pout even more but start to slowly swivel your hips but not quite riding him like you usually do. “Come on now i know damn well you do better than that”,
You part your lips to argue but quickly shut them as Changbin delivers a hard slap to your ass. “I will keep my fucking mouth closed if i was you and do it correctly”, Changbin says while waiting on you to pick up the pace. But you don't, you just sit there making Changbin sigh and put his hand on your waist lifting you up a little before planting both of his feet flat on the bed and thrusting up into you roughly.
The force of his thrust sends you flying forward. He doest even bother to build up momentum, Changbin just goes at it with full force within the first couple of seconds. Its crazy harsh, the head of his cock is hitting against your cervix. The feeling and motion of his thrust has you groaning out loud and digging your nails into his chest. “Oh fuck fuck please dont stop”, The harsh languag is falling off of your lips but you can no longer control the sounds thats leaving your mouth.
“Just because your fucking dumb doesnt mean you can keep beaking the rules”. “Fuck it hurts”. You groan out, dropping your head onto his shoulders. Stopping everything Changbin looks at you, “It hurts? why didn't you say something earlier baby i would have stopped”. “No please don’t stop”, You try to grind down to get some type of friction.
Changbin grabs your waist and looks up at you. “Baby you just said it hurts”. “I didn't mean it like that, I meant it in a good way” You say while looking him in the eyes. This was one of the reasons you fell in love with Changbin, he is always so caring about your wellbeing no matter what. “Are you sure baby?” He asks while running his hands up and down your waist. “You know that I would never do anything to hurt”.
Leaning down you give Changbin a kiss on his lips. “Of course baby i know you would never hurt me. But i swear to go Changbin if you dont make me fucking cum in thenext couple of minutes you will be the one hurting”. “Fuck you really are dumb for my cock”. He swears under his breath as he flips you guys over so you're on back. Chanbin grabs your legs and pushes them so your knees are by your ears. “ Here hold under your knees” Changbin instructs as he grabs your hands and places them where he wants them.
Looking down, Changbin grabs his cock and slips back into and places his hands on top of yours holding you in place and picks back up the pace until you are practically panting like a dog. You can feel the pressure in your abdomen start to build up with every rough thrust of his, everytime Changbin slips back in he goes even deeper than before. The headboard is beating against the wall from his hard thrusts, “C-Can i please cum, please?” you begged eyes rolling into the back of your head with the intense pleasure that he is giving you, Your body squirming to break free from the hold he has on you.
“Fuck hold still baby and ill fill you up to the brim”. Changbin groans trying to keep up his rough pace but finally gives in slamming his hips against your hips while painting your swollen walls with his thick substance, as he slowly starts to pull out the white liquid starts to run down between your legs onto the sheets. Changbin finally lets go of your legs and watches as your body convulse due to the overwhelming pleasure. He lays down next to you and pulls you into his chest, Rubbing up and down your back trying to soothe you. You let out a little whine as you snuggle closer to him. “My pretty pretty little baby. You did so well for me, Im so fucking proud of you”.
Looking down at you with a small his presses a little kiss to your head. “M’tired” You whisper with your eyes closed. Changbin grabs his blanket and throws it over you guys and pulls you even closer into his chest. “I know baby get some rest and in a little i'll wake you so we can take a shower. How does that sound?” “That sounds great, Binnie. I love you so much” You whisper out not being able to fight the sleep taking over you.
“I love you too baby”.
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"I know, love..."
Member: Seo Changbin x gn!reader
Genre: fluff, comfort
TW: eating disorder, read at your own risk
A/N - Every fic that I find about eating issues is always reader not eating enough and/or starving themselves, but we don't talk enough about binge eating, that could be as dangerous as anorexia or bulimia. I know very well the struggle with overeating and I hope others, facing the same problem can find comfort in this imagine <3
"C'mon, I know you want it. One more ain't gonna hurt you. Come closer, darling. Just one more step."
No, Y/N, remember what you promised yourself. Do not look over here! Grab your water and go to your room. That's what you came for, isn't it? You were thirsty, not hungry. But... I really love this chocolate. I can take one little piece of it, then put it in the cupboard and my brain will forget later about the chocolate. Yes, that's right!
You were stupid to think like that earlier. Half chocolate bar and three cookies later you found yourself sitting in your bed, feeling so full, sick and disgusted. With one hand you rubbed over your tummy that hurted a lot and with the other you were drying the hot and salty tears that wet your cheeks and your lips. You saw your reflection on the black TV screen, let's say the view wasn't the best
"I look so pathetic right now."
It's something you got used to doing, yet you hated all these sugar cravings, your mind telling you are still hungry before you had the chance to finish your meal, binge eating every single day and so on. You hated yourself for being weak, lacking courage to change, fear guiding your daily life.
Binge eating was something you developed from very young age. It's been with you for all of your life to the point you feel weird when you manage to eat clean and healthy all day which lasted for no more than one day. After day comes night, and with night came the urge to finish the unfinished sweets. Most of the days you stopped trying to overcome it, because it was pointless.
Not until you met Changbin. He was a nice guy, making sure you were comfortable with him and he never made a mocking comment about your disorder. Of course, he was worried, tears clouded his vision each time you had mental breakdown, so he asked to help you. Changbin wanted to know everything about your condition, when did it start, what situations or emotions made you do this to yourself and he suggested to visit a professional. Later he started cooking different tasty and nutritious dishes for both of you, but he didn't forget for the emotional part of the issue. Binnie always made sure to pay attention to you, you both trying new things so that your attention was focused somewhere else, but food. But there were tough days, when things didn't go well, bringing stress to you. On these occasions you always ate whatever you saw, in quantity. That's the case today.
Whatever the reason for your uneasiness was took you three steps back from the progress you had made. Your boyfriend found you in your shared bed fast asleep when he got home after being with Stray kids all day. The digital clock on the bedside showed 5:44 pm and it was unusual for you to be asleep at that time. Then Changbin noticed traces of your dried tears and everything made sense. You had overeaten.
The boy bowed his head so that he could kiss first one cheek, then the other, and finally your lips. You moved a little and opened your eyes. Your eyes met Changbin's "i know what happened" gaze. You opened your arms, and the second your bodies touched, you squeezed Changbin as if your life depended on him. And to some extent it was.
"Binnie... " you whispered. He placed a kiss on your temple. "I know, love. Everything is okay now. Wanna talk?" You nodded your head "yes" and Changbin broke the hug to find better position. Fifteen minutes later both of you were cuddled on your shared bed with Bin telling you about a mess the boys made today at the company's building which erased the stress and your laughter echoed through the room.
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domestic disturbance.
summary — there's a murder in the richest neighborhood of seoul and there's no better detectives to find the killer besides you and bang chan. or, in which you and chan have to be a pretend couple to catch a killer.
pairing — bang chan x reader
genre — fluff, crime, smut | detectives!au, fwb!au, fake marriage!au
word count — 21k words.
warnings — mentions of crime, ie, blood, killings, (one line of) gruesome murder scene, language, along with a whodunnit plot, mentions of cheating (not the main leads), and smut | smut specifications under the cut
smut specs. — established fwb!au where they know each other's limits already, dirty talk, praise kink, grinding, marking and hickeys, choking/asphyxiation, nipple play, breast play, sex in multiple places (on the table, against the wall, on the bed), blowjob, face fucking, deepthroating, cunnilingus, clitoral stimulation, cervical stimulation, edging, overstimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms, fingering, creampie, size kink. oh well!
note — this is part of the christmas collab i’m hosting with few other mutuals. i hated this fic and then fell in love madly with it, so yes, this is my baby. there is a plot and so it’s like 50% fluff, 30% crime and 20% smut, okay? i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i loved writing it! much love x
"Did I have to come in today?"
"Mayor Arsehole came in," you hear from the phone and you quickly hop off your bed, throwing the phone back on to the bed after putting it on speaker and rushing to the washroom to grab your toothbrush.
"What does he want now?"
You squeeze the end of the toothpaste carefully, pushing a good amount of toothpaste onto the bristles of the brush before shoving it into your mouth, brushing against the enamel of your teeth quickly and you rush back to your bed.
Chan, on the other end of the phone, plays with the pen on his table, clicking the piston on the top of the mechanical device. He watches the Mayor move his hands dramatically and the Captain trying to make the Mayor understand.
He gets back to you. Dropping the pen, he sits up straight, "Anyhow, come in quick. My gut tells me that they'll call us in, so make it quick. Wait—"
You rush back to the bathroom in a hurry, spitting into the sink and turning the tap on, quickly cleaning your mouth and your face, following a small skincare routine that fits your busy schedule.
"What?" You say after forever and Chan screams, "I knew it."
"Did you just wake up?"
"Yes," you respond, and pull your clothes up from your body and down by the side of the bed mindlessly.
"Holy shit," Chan laughs. "It's nine. Han's going to be so mad. He thinks you're in office already." You hear his chair reclining back and you roll your eyes. "Plus," his voice lowers and you stop in your tracks, hand midway to grab your faux leather jacket.
"What now?"
"I didn't even keep you occupied last night," Chan teases. "Imagine if I did."
"I'm hanging up, you bastard," you yell and Chan laughs, his laughter resonating through your small room and making you smile softly.
"Come quickly, little minx," and he hangs up. You hop back onto your bed, and pulling the pair of thigh high boots you always wear from underneath the wooden framing of the bed, you bury your feet into them and look at your phone.
Bang Christopher Chan is perhaps the only reason you are excited to go to work. That, and lying, murderous bastards.
Down at the station, twenty minutes later (still possibly the best record you've held so far), you rush into the office, heels clinking against the tiles and Chan's waiting for you by his cubicle, smirk prominent on his face and arms folded.
"The queen's here," he teases and you glare. Huffing as you pause right in front of him, you look over his shoulder to see the Mayor still talking to the Captain.
"I'm not late," you squeal, hitting the air in joy and Chan lets you have your moment before sitting back on his chair and breaking it.
"They called for us twice already," Chan tells you and you shudder at the impending doom. You can already feel Captain Han talking about cutting your paychecks for the month for tardiness. You sit on his table, one leg on the ground and the other dangling, heel slightly grazing Chan's black denims.
"What did you tell them?"
He picks up the pen and stares at you, clicking the pen. You narrow your eyes at him, staring at the pen and mumbling, "Stop that, Chan. I've told you it's annoying."
"I do it to annoy you. That's the whole point," he raises his eyebrows obviously and you click your tongue against him and move closer.
"Now," you press on. "What did you tell Ji?"
"Oh, that you have diarrhoea?"
"What the fuck?" And you bend forward, hitting the built man before you, your fists hammering down on his hard biceps and chest. "Why would you say that?"
Chan raises his hands in defense, trying to block as many of your hits as possible. He whines, laughing amusingly at your reaction. He holds your wrists quickly to halt your actions and tugging at them, pulling you closer, he raises an eyebrow, "What else am I supposed to say? That you didn't come in yet?"
You gulp, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden intimacy that you pull yourself away and sit straight, dangling your legs slightly. You tilt your head and look at him. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you say, "Valid point you make there, sir."
"When have I not made valid points?" Chan leans back on his chair, arms folded and he looks at you intently, his eyes staring into your soul and you raise your eyebrows.
"Wh—"
"The two of you," you hear the voice boom through the room. Chan and you turn your heads to look at Captain Han Jisung pop his head through the slightly opened door and calling the two of you. "In my room, now."
"Uh oh," Chan mumbles under his breath as he stands up. "Someone's in trouble."
"It's probably you," you glare at him. Hopping off his table, you stand firmly on your boots, tapping your feet slightly in confidence. Chan walks forward and you take longer strides to keep up with him.
"It could never be me. I'm the district's star detective."
"When hell turns cold, yeah."
You and Chan step into Captain Han Jisung's office. He sits behind the wooden desk and Deputy Mayor Seo Changbin stands next to him. The glass walls behind him show a clear view of the beautiful city of Seoul. You smile as you proceed to sit before the Captain, leg on top of the other. Chan sits next to you.
The pictures from a file are scattered all over his table, facing the two of you and your hand instinctively reaches out to grab one. It's a man's body — gruesome enough with the blood that covers it — impaled brutally on the sharp fence spikes.
Chan's eyebrows shoot up and he coughs in surprise. He looks at Jisung with disdain for a short minute before he says, "That is totally not helping with my holiday spirits, Han."
"Captain Han," Jisung reaffirms as he looks at Chan with a glare and gestures at how he should show him respect at least in front of the Deputy Mayor. You chuckle slightly under your breath before putting the picture back on the table.
"What exactly are we looking at, Captain?"
Jisung clears his throat and bends forward to explain, "That is Kim Jihoon. Or at least whatever is left of him. He was found like this today morning by his neighbour. Apparently he fell three stories from his balcony. Kim Jihoon is a data analyst in Samaun Tech—"
"And more importantly, a model resident in the UN Village community." Changbin is stern and his eyes pierce into both yours and Chan's soul as if it demands the two of you to solve the murder right this minute.
"UN Village?" Chan's eyes narrow and your head turns so quickly to look at him. Does he know of the area? "That's the new gated community down in the city, right?"
Changbin scoffs, smirk plastered on his face as he looks away. "Yes, Detective. It's one of the most luxurious communities in Seoul. I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about it."
"Hey—" You raise your voice to come to Chan's defense. However, the man is quick himself.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I have an idea what it is like. Just a bunch of rich old men sitting with their glasses of wine as they are locked away from the city's woes by their big high walls. I have watched enough Sky Castle."
You laugh, eyes wrinkling in mirth as you hear Chan take offense. You raise your hand up and your partner claps at it, laughing with you. Changbin scoffs again before turning to look at Jisung who clears his throat to stop the two of you from laughing and to bring your attention back.
"I've brought the two of you in here because you will be investigating the death of Jihoon."
"But—"
"It's Christmas in a few days!"
"We're not in office, Ji," you whine. "Felix and Soojin would be taking our shifts for that week. You gave us the permission after the last case. Don't you remember?"
"Is that how much you care about the citizens?" The mayor shoots at the two of you and for a minute, you cower in your seat, before Chan looks at you worriedly as you recoil.
"Hey, hey, hey," his eyebrows furrow together in anger at the Mayor and you worry if Chan's going to completely lash out. He never did like Changbin in the first place. That and now this and you know this could end bad. "We care enough about the citizens. But look at you. The Mayor comes down personally to hand in a case only when it's some rich community. What? Do you have an apartment there?"
"While you think this highly of me, I can't help but humble myself here," Changbin slams his fist down and Chan rises up. Uh oh! The Mayor edges forward as he continues, "I am very much concerned about the city as well."
"Please," Chan rolls his eyes. Jisung is about to pipe in and stop the conflict when Changbin continues proudly.
"I'll have you know that the UN Village is one of the most exciting residential areas to live in, in Seoul and is one of the most beneficial developments made in a decade here. If it is successful, I can drive almost millions to the city through estate taxes and commerce. And must I remind you of how that is the biggest point in my political agenda—"
"Your political agenda!" Chan is at his patience's end and your arm stretches out to grip at his shirt, to pull him back from fighting but your partner is so caught up in his anger that he doesn't feel you pull at him. "Must I remind you that you are still the Deputy Mayor!"
"Stop it, both of you!" Jisung slams his hands on the table and you let out an exasperated sigh as you sit up straight. "This is a murder and I won't have the two of you argue over here. Deputy Mayor Seo, if you are done conveying what you came here for, I will have to ask you to leave. I need to talk and assign work to my detectives."
"Absolutely," Changbin smiles widely — almost borderline fake — before walking away and reminding Jisung, "I hope you remember what I asked of you, Captain." He bangs the door shut and Jisung mumbles incoherent words under his breath. Needless to say, it was safe to presume they were words hoping good will for Deputy Mayor Seo Changbin.
"Now the two of you," Jisung points at both Chan and you. He gestures at the built man to sit down. "You will be taking this case up. I will not have a word against it."
"But—"
"Unless you want your sex tape to be released and the two of you want to be suspended for indecent public behaviour."
"What?" Both you and Chan tell at the same time, looking at each other in nothing but sheer confusion and shock at the same time. It was clear that you and him have not made a sex tape or publically — fuck. Unless it is that.
"I mean, I was definitely not interested in seeing my star detectives getting on with each other in the evidence room." Jisung raises his eyebrows.
"Are you blackmailing us, Han?" Chan's tongue prods at his inner cheek in frustration. Today was supposed to be a good day, so he wonders why things are going down the hill.
"I guess." He lifts an eyebrow at you and you click your tongue before leaning forward and taking the picture.
"Fine. I'm in."
"I don't mind getting a copy of the sex tape," Chan mumbles and you hit your partner with your elbow over his nonchalance. You are not going to get suspended. It was too much for your reputation.
"Good," Jisung smiles. You stare at the picture carefully, looking at how the sharp spikes of the fence pierces into the man's abdomen, pinning him to the fence. Chan is about to take the picture from your hand when you ask,
"This could be an accident."
Chan takes it and looks at it before nodding, "Yeah. You know how rich drunk people are. They might have partied too hard and stumbled and fallen off their balcony."
"I thought that," Jisung mumbles before searching through the pictures. He lifts one off the table and hands it to you. "Until I was informed that this is the second murder UN Village has witnessed in less than a month."
The photo Jisung hands you is of a woman. She lies face down, her stomach pierced through by the sharp spikes of the fence — a bloody contrast to the fresh greens in her yard.
"Why am I celebrating my holidays like this?" Chan groans, as he leans towards you, his arms touching yours. He looks at the pictures and then at you for a short while as he watches you observe the photo carefully. The gears in his head are turning and his emotions are an array of mess but he reminds himself to focus on the case in hand. That is exactly what you would have wanted him to do.
"She's Yoon Yerin, who lived just up the street from Kim Jihoon. She was found like this two weeks ago." Jisung points out.
"Can't still label murder, Han. As Y/N said, it could be just an accident. They could be drinking red wine and partying, screwing each other on balconies. Hell, I'm surprised that only two have died so far."
You suppress your amusement and look at Jisung who explains, "I thought the same as well, detectives. The possibility exists—"
"Heh," Chan lifts his lips slightly and nudges you, almost as if he is telling you that the two of you have lesser work to deal with.
"—but there is also a chance of an exceptional clever murderer behind all this. So please," he turns to look at both you and Chan with an extra intimidating glare, "Look at this case with an open mind."
"You've our word," you smile widely, keeping the photos back in the file.
"Thank you," the Captain looks comforted. "I cannot hear more from the Mayor, I swear to God. Now, you'll go into UN Village and investigate these deaths as soon as possible."
"And?"
"If there is a murderer, you must identify him as discreetly as possible and if these are just accidents, uhm," Jisung clears his throat, rubbing the back of his head, "We'll just put out a notice in talks of their safety, I guess."
Jisung stretches back in his chair, folding his arms and looking at the two of you proudly, "You guys are the best darn detectives we've got."
"Of course," Chan sneers. "Why else would you take our breaks away using some sex tape as some kind of blackmail? You're a nasty captain."
"He'll be forever salty about this, huh?" Jisung raises an eyebrow at you.
"Nah," you chuckle. "He's secretly overjoyed about being able to work during the holidays."
"As if!"
"We could just go now and investigate—"
"No, you cannot." Jisung sighs. "This is where I'm kind of helpless. The Deputy Mayor specifically mentioned how we are not allowed to poke around, cause chaos and make a scene."
"What? Why?" Chan slightly shifts in his chair, in agitation.
"It'll draw the media in like vultures."
"So?" You furrow your eyebrows. Why does this smell rotten?
"So, the two of you will go in under cover." Jisung smiles. "I doubt it would be an issue for the two of you."
"Undercover? Undercover as what?"
Twenty fours hours later, you are here.
A large group of suburbanites are gathered on a perfectly sculpted front lawn. They stand around the stainless steel barbeque rack and are talking. You gaze further, your back pressed against the big lorry that carries furniture to furnish the new house.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Chan sighs. He helps the man take out the sofas from the lorry. His biceps bulge and you smile, eyes lingering for a minute on the vein that is prominent over it.
"Please," you laugh, head thrown back. "When I said I wanted to get married, you were there in the list, yes," you tilt your head and snigger. "But you were definitely not my first candidate."
"Lies," Chan teases. "I was your only other candidate, work being the first."
"Don't make me throw this chair at you."
Chan laughs, taking the chair from your hand and walking back in to settle it down onto the floor. Your head shifts back to look at your new neighbours, two of them waving at you and making their way to you. Chan comes out of the house right then, watching the two walk towards you.
Chan bends down to the side to whisper to you, "Do we have to go speak to them? I—"
"Of course. We can't be rude to them."
Chan holds onto your arm, whining like a little child, "But why? I hate rich people."
"Because I'm your wife now," you scrunch your nose at the title. "Listen to me and go with the flow. Just remember that you're Bang Chan, leading specialist in maxillofacial surgeries, hoping to start over in this area of the city—"
"And you're my beautiful wife, my other half, Y/N," he lifts your hand after entangling them with his, your silver ring bright on display and he takes a step forward.
"Now let's go, honey!"
The other couple walks towards the two of you simultaneously, stopping midway upon reaching you. You tilt your head, shifting your gaze to a softer look as you look at the couple, before clutching onto Chan's hand a little tighter.
"Hi, I'm Y/N and this is my husband, Chan. We just moved right next door."
The tall man with a hair messy on top of his head smiles, although it seems very superficial. Yet again, Chan did mention how rich people could never smile sincerely. He tells you, stressing every alternate syllable, "It's so nice to have you here, Y/N, Chan. We are so glad you could shift right before our Annual Holiday Barbeque."
He stretches his arms out towards Chan. Your partner heaves a huge sigh in silently before holding his hand and giving it a firm shake. The other man continues, "I'm Park Rowoon, the president of the local homeowners' association and this beauty here is my wife, Jieun."
Jieun's face contorts into a huge, gleaming and completely insincere grin. She holds onto her husband's bicep, fingers digging into the flesh, "Well, isn't he a dear?" She laughs high pitched. "It's so nice to meet you." She rushes forward to hug you, her arms wrapping around your frame and giggling into your frame. You hug her back, albeit awkwardly, laughing slightly at the gesture.
On the other hand, Rowoon extends his arms out to take Chan's hand in for a shake. The hand holds his, and squeezes it hard enough to hurt as he raises an eyebrow at him. Chan jolts in surprise, trying to squeeze back as he grits his teeth.
You pull back from Jieun and notice the two males holding each other's hands so tightly that it has turned pale. Chan does not seem to back out and rather squeezes back further every single time Rowoon's grip on his tightens. That is, until the older male pulls his hand back and looks at Chan, after shaking his hand a little bit, flexing it.
"You okay, baby?" Jieun rushes to her husband's side, and wrapping her arms around his, she just out her lower lips and looks at him with a dazed and madly-in-love look, "Are you hurt?"
"Nah," he pulls at the dead skin of his lips. "Just the old carpal tunnel acting up. Age, right?" He laughs, locking a fixed gaze at Chan and you quickly rush to his side, locking your arms with his as you laugh.
"Definitely. Don't worry about it. You still look as young and charming as ever."
Rowoon laughs before asking you, "So you're shifting right next door, huh?"
"Yes!" You lift up your lips a lot more than when you usually smile. "Did you see our moving truck? It was quite immediate but I'm glad. This society is so good and just right enough to start a family together." Chan's eyes widen and he looks down at you, nostrils flaring in surprise as he chokes on air. You stand on your toes, kiss his cheek before settling down and smiling at the couple before you. "I desperately want to."
Family? With you? Fuck.
"Y-yes," Chan's breath hitches and he gets the word out. He'd be down to start a family with you but how could he even suggest a relationship when you just look at him like a friend? A friend who you can come to when you're needy and sexually frustrated.
"My husband's very observant. He saw your truck the other day itself!" Jieun exclaims proudly.
Chan's eyebrows shoot up as he stares at the man. He doesn't already like him and one more wrong step and he is ready to pin some crime down on him. Rowoon is flattered by his wife's comment.
"I do like to keep a close eye on the neighborhood. After all, vigilance is the first step in ensuring a beautiful and safe community. Talking about which, I couldbt help but notice that you have a bird feeder."
Rowoon stares hard at the wooden bird feeder behind the two of you. Chan and you turn to look at and he laughs. You look proudly at it. A heirloom – almost – of yours, Chan (and Jisung) agrees to let you bring it with you. (They agreed to it when you explained how your neighbors hated you and they would harm it the minute you left sight of it for a long time.) You look at Rowoon with eyes so bright as you begin to explain. Your partner, on the other hand, arms still locked with yours, looks at you with stars beneath his eyes and you are responsible for them. It's admiration. Sheer, peak admiration.
"It's an antique, you know. My grandfather carved it himself out of—"
"Yeah, great, that's lovely." Rowoon cuts you off and the smile disappears off your face, your eyes losing their shine. Chan clutches his fists in anger, head shooting back to face the stupid old man for making his wife mad — his partner sad. The old man continues, "The thing is wooden bird feeders are against the UN Village Homeowners' Charter."
"They are?" You look back at the wooden bird feeder. You bite on the lower lip to hide your disappointment, eyes squeezing shut to hold yourself alright.
"I'm afraid so." You turn your head back to look at him. Chan quickly unlinks his arms from yours and you look at him, worriedly. Was he going to start a fight? Please, God, no. You glance in worry till he interlocks his fingers with yours as he holds your hand tightly. The warmth seeps through you and your lips pucker unknowingly at how comforted you feel.
Rowoon continues explaining, "They tend to give off a country farmhouse vibes and aesthetic which is not exactly what we are going for."
"I'm sor—"
Chan clicks his tongue, preventing you from apologising. He pulls you towards him, a little bit closer than the two of you already were. Your partner glares at the man before huffing out loudly and saying, "You run a pretty tight community here, Rowoon, don't you think? Respect the rules or you're out." Rowoon stiffens upon hearing the words before Chan laughs, stretching his other arm out to pat his shoulder. "I'm kidding. Just kidding."
Jieun steps in right then to smoothen out the tension as she claps her hands together, laughing, "Aren't the two of you the cutest? Are you newly weds or?"
"Yes. I mean, it's been a year, but being married to her feels like falling in love all over again for every single day of my life." Chan locks his eyes with you and you gulp. The words hit deep, so deep that you know you shouldn't be fluttered, or flustered. This is Chan. He couldn't be serious.
"Ah, so cute," she squeals. Rowoon looks at his wife with a raised eyebrow before looking at the two of you again.
"Listen. I've to go check on the grill and grab something to eat. You should swing by later tonight and meet the rest of the members of the society. I'm sure they'll love you."
"Of course. We do want to finish a bit of the moving in and stuff today and maybe put up the Christmas decorations soon, but we'll be there. Guaranteed." Chan tugs at your hands to pull you back. You nodded and waved at Jieun.
"Bye!"
Chan quickly rushes you back into the house before finally letting out a huge sigh. He runs a hand through his hair before letting his back hit the door. You look at him and giggle lightly into your hand.
"Don't laugh," he glares. "I swear to God, if I have to spent more time talking to Rowoon—"
"You're doing so well, idiot," you laugh, throwing your head back. "We just need to dig in a little bit, talk a lot and confirm that these were accidents."
"Y/N, baby," You breathe slowly upon hearing the term. A sure endearment that Chan has always used but for to hear it roll out of his mouth in places this homely felt different, made you feel different. "If I have to spend more time with Rowoon, I will come up with another theory and it would probably be a suicidal one."
"Don't screw this up, yah!" You hit the back of his head. "The last thing I want is a suspension just because I was caught fucking you in the evidence room."
"Like you didn't enjoy it," Chan leans forward, nose brushing against yours almost. You can feel his breath fanning against your face and the temperature rising. Your hands are firm on his chest before you push him back, fanning yourself with your hand. You tie your hair up into a ponytail before pointing at the boxes by the side of the door.
"Get to work, husband. We don't have time to waste."
"The pepper next to the salt, Chan. Why would you put turmeric there?"
"You'd be one whiny arse motherfucker for a wife," he groans and angrily shuffles the bottles in their right order. "Why are we even arranging all this? Let's just wrap this up in like two days and go celebrate Christmas back at the station."
"I'm not going to take risks. It's Christmas. I celebrate every single Christmas," You mumble. "At least the bare minimum. And if this Christmas has me celebrating it with you, I will. I will give you the best Christmas ever."
"I don't celebrate Christmas, Y/N."
You place the cutlery in the shelves. You leave the kitchen after finishing every single arrangement of the same. Chan follows you into the main living room. You stop in your tracks when you hear Chan say the words and you turn, eyes shooting up.
"Why?"
"Mum left dad in winter. Didn't feel right to celebrate Christmas when she was at home. It's a bitter memory for her, you know?" You nod, eyes looking at him with understanding rather. He sits down, lifting his legs up and stretching it over the table. Your eyes widen and you narrow at his legs.
"Feet. Off. The. Table." You glare.
"Why?"
"Because it's disgusting." You groan. You sit down by his side once he puts his feet off the table, huffing at you. He turns to look at you and you respond finally.
"Do you, maybe, want to celebrate Christmas with me this year?"
Chan's a romanticist (though he wouldn't ever admit it). He believes in how destiny is meant to unite two people like one magnet for another, one jigsaw piece matching just another. He also believes that you are something special to him because his mind worries over you, his heart gravitates to you in a crowded room.
Felix told him that it's probably just sheer concern for his longest partner ever. That your heart tends to feel weird stuff for people that protect you, for people that take bullets for you.
But today, right now, when you tilt your head to the side, resting it on your arm as you wrinkle your eyes in mirth and ask him, his heart skips a beat. Maybe two. He is lost in his thoughts, emotions on an overload and he wonders if you would ever see him in a different light.
"Chan?"
He snaps out of it. He laughs, almost at himself, as he runs his hand through this hair. "Do I have an option? Han made sure our Christmas would be stuck here."
"I'm the best option you have, dude. That, or it was you and your can of beer and your football marathon."
"Maybe."
You still, your head lifting up to look at him. Chan looks at you like he has so much to say to you, so much stuff that conflicts within him but words he would never say out loud. You wish he could. Your head turns to the small Christmas tree inside the house — bare, empty and green. The one extra along with the big one outside every house in the UN Village.
"We could start by decorating that. Yeah."
You hop off the sofa and rush to take the decorative goods from the suitcase. All on command from Captain Han Jisung, courtesy of the very same man who bought so many of the decorations. Chan turns his body, arms folded on the head of the sofa as he watches you scramble in search of something.
You take the decorative items out from the suitcase, putting it by the side as you search for something. Chan walks towards you, squatting as he watches you look before he holds your wrist and halts your actions.
"What are you searching for? I could help you."
"It's this bluetooth speaker I thought I brought," you shake Chan's grip away before undoing the zip on the other side of the suitcase. "I really thought I brought it. Shit."
"Hey, hey," Chan sits on the floor as he watches you. "It's alright. You can put whatever you want to put on the speaker. It'll be loud enough for the two of us."
You turn to look at him, before falling back on your ass and sitting. You fold your arms around your knees close to your chest and you smile, "You don't mind me blasting Christmas Carols during tree decoration time, right?"
Chan laughs at your innocence. Something so soft, so pure about it, about how you loved Christmas so much. He wants to hold you close — oh so close — the need almost overcomes him but he holds back.
"I don't mind."
"Yay," you squeal, getting back on your feet and rushing to your phone on the table. "I have this collection of Christmas Carols that we primarily put every year–" Chan watches you scroll through your music library to find the collection and he knows you have when your whole face lights up like the goddamn star on this awfully green tree. "Tada, it starts with my favorite carol, Deck The Halls."
Chan's never understood the hype around carols but for you, he will try today. You increase the volume to the highest, and place the phone back on the table before rushing back to Chan and the suitcase. Your partner takes the fairy lights in his hand and lifting it up, he looks at you quizzically.
"How do you go about this?"
"There's no right or wrong way, Channie. Trust me. We are all swinging it and hoping that it turns out right," you reassure. You take the fairy lights from his hold and stand up. "I can show you what my family does." You walk to the tree, about a good amount of inches taller than you still.
The carol plays in the background like some beautiful serenade wrapping around the two of you. Chan stands a step behind you watching you carefully wrap the fairy lights right around the inside bark of the tree and plug it in to the extension box by the side. The white lights flickered bright and shine on your face that is close to the tree.
Chan stares. He can't pull away. You hold his breath, captivate his gaze and have him completely enthralled. Your eyes sparkle — hell, you sparkle more than those stupid fairy lights.
He is so charmed by you that he doesn't realise how you've been trying to catch his attention for a while.
"Chan?" And then you hit his arm, the whole police academy teaching style. "Focus, will you?"
"Fine," and he takes one of the christmas ornaments, hanging them up on one of the spikes. "Is this how it is?"
"You're doing so well, don't worry."
And with the carols in the background, the two of you slowly put the ornaments up, laughing occasionally at Chan wearing the ornaments by hanging them on his ears instead. Another set of fairy lights are draped perfectly over the tree. The stockings are hung by the side and everything is exactly as you remember Christmas decorations to be inside and you realise it's not much different from the Christmases you usually have.
The tree is there. The lights are there. The desserts will be coming. The memories are still made and your loved one is still here. Nothing is different.
"Help me hang the star up," you look at Chan. He tilts his head to the side and his eyes fix on the battery operated star in your hand.
"Did Jisung really give us all that?"
You nod, "Yeah. He told us to sell the story well. Apparently movies lie and that rich people are not all that dumb."
"You sure?" Chan sniggers. "That dude we met there seemed pretty dumb if he wouldn't even let you keep your bird feeder over some stupid aesthetics."
"Don't remind me," you groan. "Now, come here and hold me up." You stretch your arms slightly and Chan's trying his best not to giggle at how cute you looked in the minute.
His hand is warm against your sweater, heat seeping through as he lifts you up, grip strong on your waist. Your legs intuitively wrap around his torso to protect yourself and you stretch your arms out. You try placing the star above and Chan edges closer to the tree when he knows he's a bit far off. You finally place it successfully above and switch it on. It lights up pretty and your heart warms up at the joy of completing the tree decorations.
And then, Chan suddenly jolts you up in his hold. You fall forward, arms wrapping around his neck and face brough so close to his that you can see the sparkle underneath his eyes that glisten for you. You stiffen in his hold as he wraps his arms around you tighter and in the very next minute, Chan's lips have found yours.
It's soft and gentle as it moves against yours, taking your lower lip within seconds. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion and the reconfirmation of million memories spent together. It moves so gently against his plump ones that you know you're drowning in everything Bang Chan is and that it's creeping — he is creeping slowly into your veins and contaminating your being to a point where it would hurt to live without him.
Chan holds you tightly against him, holding your entire weight in his arms like you are his whole world. His hands squeeze your waist as if he is reminding himself that you are still here with him, sharing this holiday with him. And when Chan pulls back, you realise.
In his kiss, you are home.
"Why did you—" You barely manage to piece words together with the help of your clouded brain. "Uhm, why did you kiss me?"
Chan blushes. The apples of his cheeks heat up at the sudden question and it surprises him how he could still blush at you after all this while. He looks behind you, trying to stall away some time from answering until his eyes land on the creeping mistletoe with white buds around.
"Mistletoe!"
"What?"
"Behind you," Chan points, holding you up with one arm wrapped around your waist. "There!" You turn to look behind, one arm still around his neck while the other is by your side.
"Oh, it's a mistletoe." You blush and look down at how Chan holds you up. "You could put me down now, Chan."
"Oh yeah." And he slowly lowers you down onto the ground. His cheeks are still stained slightly before he rubs his fingers, fidgeting with it and finally exclaiming, "Ah look at the time. We've got to get ready for taht barbecue shit they are hosting." He turns you around and pushes you to the room the two of you are sharing. "Hurry!"
You laugh, head still dazed over the kiss. It goes back and repeats it over and over again till you feel the temperature in you shoot up and has you wanting emotionally so much more.
After all, this was the first time Chan has kissed you like that and it did not end with sex.
The smell hits your nose before anything else. The smell of fresh beef being roasted and the toxic smell of rich people partying. Although you cannot quite exactly explain how rich people smell if someone asked you. They just smell. . . rich.
Dammit. Now you'll associate this fine rich smell of first class beef with stupid rich people.
"At least it's good meat." You mumble.
"That's what she said," Chan laughs at his own joke. You open your mouth in disbelief, nudging him with your elbow. Across the lawn, by the pool side of Jieun's lawn, you see her and a couple of other ladies waving at you to come towards them.
"I'll have to go over there. Anyhow, get as much as information as you can, alright?" You turn to look at Chan before walking backwards. "I'll come over soon once it gets too nauseating for me, please."
"Sure," he waves at you and you turn around and walk as elegantly as possible to the posh ladies sitting there. Chan, on the other hand, decides to head to the group around Rowoon that almost look like a bunch of Mayor Arseholes to him.
You walk towards Jieun who is sitting a hot tub. The hot tub bubbles and you raise an eyebrow at the amount of wealth this family has amassed over the years. A table full of snacks rests under a nice canopy and a very intoxicated lady sways from the left to the right by the side of it.
"Sookyung-ah," Jieun waves at the inebriated female, "Meet the newest member of our little neighbourhood, Y/N."
Sookyung is loud. So loud that you wonder maybe Chan is right about rich people — that they drink, merry and party all day long. She waves her hands, eyes blinking a little too much as she welcomes you, "Nice to meet you! Have a drink!"
She shoves a big glass of brownish looking liquor that reeks of rum. You take a sip of it courteously. The liquid flows down your throat, the burning feeling distinct on your throat. Your eyes wrinkle in surprise, "That's strong, whoa."
"Of course, darling, it is," she smiles widely and it should have repulsed you. However, it is the only genuine smile you have found in this whole neighborhood so far. Sookyung continues, "How else are we supposed to get through the day?"
"Is this how it usually goes?" You laugh nervously. "Us girls sneak off to grab a drink while the boys beat the chests out at front?"
"Ooh," Sookyung gushes. "I think I'm going to like you a lot, darling."
Jieun takes a sip of her orange coloured cocktail as she circles her glass lightly, letting the liquid shake inside. You tilt your head backwards, staring up at the stars only to notice how it is a full moon tonight. A soft smile spreads across your lips as you think of the one person you associate with the moon; your partner.
Jieun leans forward after placing her drink back on the table. She nudges Sookyung and raises an eyebrow at you, "Sookyung-ah, did you see her husband?"
You blush at the term. This will take a while to get used to. "Was he the tall, broad shouldered guy in the suit?" She hums in approval and your eyebrows furrow downward in displeasure. "Talk about a prime cut of meat!"
"I know, right?" Jieun giggles. "I saw him and started to drool."
Your cheeks heat up ridiculously. You can feel your heart beating a lot quicker and it is a weird sense of pride that swells up within you over a man you can't even completely call yours now. You fidget with your fingers, black dress riding up your thigh as you shift in your seat nervously, "I guess Chan is a good looking man."
"Chan? Is that his name?" Sookyung laughs, "That's an understatement of the year. I would wish to strip him down, slather him up with butter and just eat him up." Your face couldn't help but morph into one of disgust at her words. At this point, you are borderline disturbed.
"That's, uhm, very vivid thoughts you have of my husband."
"Ah, dear," Sookyung leans forward and holds your hand, rubbing it in her grip. "We were joking. But you must tell us—"
Jieun breaks her and smiles so wide as she looks at Sookyung, grinning and then at you, "What is he like in the sheets?"
They laugh together and you look at the two of them. So this is what a rich bunch of ladies too. Gossip and talk unfiltered. You had only two options at this point, or maybe three — a) stay quiet and let them do the talking, b) tell them off for talking about Chan this inappropriately, c) talk with them and get more information under the guise of being one amongst them. You swear to the heavens that you would rather do option b, but for the sake of this crime, you decide to do what Captain Han Jisung would have told you to follow.
"He's a fucking tiger," and you laugh the fakest laugh you could ever pull out, albeit not because Chan wasn't good in between the sheets or anything (he was an almighty beast with his technique, yes) but because you never thought you'd live to see the day you'd use words like that, in any situation at all.
"Called it!"
"Tell us everything!"
You take a sip of your drink and cross your legs as you sit up straight, almost feigning arrogance, "I'm not one to kiss and tell but let's just say that Chan makes me very happy about," you grin and pause, trying to catch the ladies' attention on every single word of yours, "Twice a day or so."
"Twice a day?" Sookyung gasps.
"If he's just very much in the mood, I know I'm not going to walk for days together. Not that that is an issue. Chan is the sweetest and takes care of me," you flutter your eyelashes.
Jieun taps at her chest, huffing, "Be still my beating heart. Be still."
Sookyung sighs, stretching back on the reclining chair, "These days, Ilsung and I get it on like once a month or so and that's like for a minute. How disappointing."
"They are newly married, Sookyung," Jieun stilts her head in acknowledgement. "It's been a year of their marriage or so." She takes a bite of the cookie from the plate by the side and you smile as she looks at you.
"It seems like you're all pretty open in this neighborhood," you point out and twirl a strand of your hair that lets loose before your eyes.
"Oh we share everything," Jieun says and Sookyung scoffs, before picking up a cookie and her strong drink.
"Some more than others." She scowls so visibly that Jieun has to furrow her eyebrows at her and signal something with her gaze before Sookyung looks away to the right.
The backdoor of the house behind opens and you turn to look at a lanky woman walking in with a tray of cookies. It is the same one that you have on the table already and you look at her. The glow on her face is long gone, her eyes losing the sparkle and you wonder if she is going through something.
Sookyung frowns and mumbles under her breath, albeit a bit too loudly, "Great. This party suddenly took a sip into Depressionville now."
You lean back into Jieun and mumble, "Who's that?"
Jieun leans into you and is about to whisper when Sookyung runs her mouth free, "That's Somin. An absolute downer."
You bite your lip out of anxiety, surprised by how Sookyung really does run her mouth a bit too much — a lot enough to cancel her off your list of suspects almost. Jieun hisses at the other woman before telling you, "Her husband was Kim Jihoon and he died yesterday so," she clears her throat, "She's quite rattled, to say the least."
"Then shouldn't she be mourning at her husband's house or funeral home for a few days? The fact that she's already here seems so crass." Sookyung shakes her head, disappointed. You gulp and watch the woman, Somin, come closer and Sookyung, folding her arms tighter.
The minute Somin is in your periphery though, both Jieun and Sookyung smile so brightly and that's when you realise that nothing you see and nothing you hear could be trusted here. It's the world of the rich and everyone wants to come out on top.
"It was so nice of you to come out," Sookyung waves and calls her closer. Jieun nods and you see how she walks slowly towards them, a sad smile on her face and her tray held strongly.
Somin speaks softly, almost as if she should not, "I probably should have stayed inside." She holds out her tray as she stretches her arms outwards. On the tray are many round cookies with cracked lines on their surfaces, a bit too deep than normal. They look sad. Just as their maker does.
You wait for the other two women to do something and when they take a piece of cookie, you follow suit and take one. The distinct taste of cinnamon fills your mouth and you hum in approval even if the cookie wasn't the best out there, "Ah, these snickerdoodles taste good!"
"Thanks, but you don't have to flatter me," she looks at you with a face close to no expressions whatsoever, "Whoever you are."
"Somin, this is Y/N. She's new to our neighborhood," Jieun says and Sookyung adds, "And she clearly knows her cookies."
"Thanks," you hesitate. "I do bake from time to time." And taking another piece of the cookie, you tell them excitedly, "Did you know that Snickerdoodle is derived from the term Schneckennudein, which literally means snail noodle?"
The three other ladies stare at you, blinking at what you just said in utter disarray and you sigh.
"I meant," You take a bite of the cookie, "Great cookie!"
"Yeah, great cookies, but," Jieun starts and Somin looks at her, pressing her lips together.
"But?"
"I said that I would be the one to make the snickerdoodles, but it's alright. We can have twice as many and can give some to our husbands partying over there. No worries."
"Oh, okay, I'll have to go," and she scurries away quickly. She barely shuts the door as she rushes out of the place almost immediately, her hair flailing behind her. You watch the woman, analysing how no one in the party seemed bothered by it.
Jieun sighs, "She looks bad, doesn't she?"
"If you ask me," Sookyung speaks loudly once again and you already know she's going to run her mouth, "She's better off with Jihoon dead. You should have heard the way the two of them used to fight."
"Were Somin and Jihoon having marital troubles?" You ask.
"Definitely," Sookyung leans forward, "If by marital trouble you mean continuous screaming matches blasting across the entire neighbourhood, why then yes!"
"You're such a gossip, Soo! It was not that bad."
"Says you!" She stands up and walks towards the bar counter, smiling and turning back to look at both you and Jieun. "More rum?"
"Yes, please!"
"Hey—"
It's the greetings and then a hand that trails far too low on your back. It grazes the curve of your ass and you quickly jolt forward turning only to find a man in his mid thirties in a suit, standing eerily close to you.
You narrow at him before asking, "I was searching for my husband. Pretty tall, broad shouldered, dark brown hair, slightly curly. Have you seen him?"
"You're Chan's wife? Didn't know he had such a beautiful woman for a wife," the man edges forward and you take a step back, eyebrows furrowed at him and your hand trailing down to keep you ready to grip your gun. Until you remember that you're undercover and hitting this man with a gun would seem suspicious. Your best option was to deck him. The man takes another step forward and you take one backwards till your back hits the buffet table, "I'm Ilsung. Do you maybe want to go somewhere..."
"You have a wife and I have a husband," you spit out. You are mortified. So this is what Sookyung mentioned and the fact her very own husband is involved in illicit affairs — does everyone here have a mistress or is involved in adultery? Is that the rich people norm?
"So? Everyone here has an affair with someone's wife. Do you want to be mine? I can take care of you."
"I can very well take care of my wife, Ilsung. I don't think I'll need your help."
You hear the one voice you needed to hear in this very moment. You look over the older man's shoulder to find Chan, his hands shoved into the pockets of his formal pants. His top buttons are undone and the vest and suit fits him so well that you are glad you picked this one out for him. You shove the man away and walk to Chan, heels digging into the lawn as you strut confidently.
"I need the madam to say that," Illsung shoots and Chan's at his patience's end. He makes fists of his hands on either side of his and you hold onto his arms to calm him down only to look at the other man and narrowing your eyes, you scoff.
"I don't think I need to go have sex with someone like you when I get it well from him. That, and I guess, him being my husband should take more priority but not in this neighborhood where everyone breathes and lives on sex. So, no, thank you. I feel sad for Sookyung. She deserves someone better than a trash for a husband."
"Why, you bitch!" And he rushes forward with a clenched fist to hit you. Chan stops his blow, however, chuckling to himself.
"That's weak. Now, why don't you go take care of your wife while I treat mine like a princess? Yeah?"
And Chan walks away with his arms tight on your waist as he holds you close. Ilsung yells behind the two of you, his wife yelling at him to keep quiet. Chan, on the other hand, doesn't speak a word further, just walking you all the way to the house the two of you share, keeping you so close to him and glaring at the others to keep them away.
There are sighs and grunts, furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists as Chan argues with himself in his head all the way to the room the two of you share. He stands by the table, still lost in his thoughts and you almost pick up the book you're reading — one by Natsume Suseki — only to deck him with it, although you decide not to because he already seems ready to snap his control.
"Chan—"
Maybe your voice was the only trigger he needed to snap, to break away from his thoughts and to give them words out loud.
"You just stood there? Like some dumb doll when he touched you?" Chan glares at you and you frown, folding your arms over your chest and yelling back, "Excuse me, but I'm undercover as some doting wife to some stupid man."
"Did that matter then? Oh my god," he groans, throwing his head back. "I'm so mad and I know you're right. You are right but how dare he touch my wife when I was around. The fucking audacity—"
You hold the edges of the table with the base of your palm, pressing against it as you jump up and sit up on it to face him properly. You cup his face and making sure his eyes are fixed on yours, you smile softly.
"Don't smile right when I'm shit mad at everything, Y/N."
"Should I frown then?" You laugh out and push yourself back slightly to allow Chan to come closer and stand in between your thighs. "Let's think of this as some, uhm," you ponder, still holding Chan's face close to you, "Yes! Let's think of this as an occupational hazard."
"Occupational hazard," he scoffs. "Bullshit. He did that because he thinks women are weak. He's one of those arrogant pompous rich men that think that he can have his way with some good sacks of cash and power and that all women are weak and with that power comes his ability to subjugate them all to the age old tradition of treating them as sex dolls, an object for pleasure."
Chan's red and out of breath when he finally rants it all out and you bite your lower lip from laughing, dropping your hands from his face. Chan's cute. Oh god, he's so fucking cute and you know you shouldn't overstep boundaries but dear lord, if Bang Christopher Chan keeps this up, you will actually get down on your one knee, pop the ring and propose to him.
"Are you done?"
"No," he glares at you and leans forward, "Going to get back to work after this case and find some hell of a corruption case on him to put him behind the bars."
Your eyes wrinkle into thin crescents as you smile wide. You raise your eyebrows and suggest, "I've a better idea. Why don't you rather fuck me with all hat pent up frustration? It's a win win deal, if you think about it hard enough."
Chan leans forward, lips curving up into a confident grin, "Oh, I will. I intend to do both. Fuck this anger out on you and put him behind bars."
Chan's hands are big in comparison to your face. He cups your face, angles it and kisses you. His lips fit right into yours almost as if they were meant to be there for a lifetime to come. He kisses you and it's just as magical as always, laced with a touch of ardent need and passion. You needed him, you needed his warmth, his protection and everything he has to offer. His arms snake around your neck to grasp it and pull you in, deeper into him as he moves his lips against yours, softly at first till it turns into something so passionate that it would have your knees buckle, had you been standing. Chan is pressed against you, his white shirt, a size small as he likes it, clinging onto his body tightly (rid of the vest and suit in a moment of anger as soon as he walks into the house you share) and perfectly enough for you to hold his muscles.
You promised to yourself that you wouldn't fall in love, not after the shitshow of a marriage you saw in your parents. You promised that you'd keep your heart to self, that every individual in this world was brought forth as a single entity, so why in heavens did we go searching for others?
Chan makes you understand.
You understand now that promises are meant to be broken and as you gaze at Chan under his dim lights, his face so temptingly close to you, you are more than ready to break the promise you've made with yourself.
It has been written in the gazes already and as you lean forward, your fingertips tracing his jawline, Chan knows it because he meets you halfway, his hands creeping behind your back by your waist and tugging you closer, your bodies touching and your lips on his, soft and testing waters initially. He pulls you closer, his lips moving against yours, angling your face to delve deeper into you.
He has his lips against yours, nearly knocking you off all the wind in your lungs. You sigh into the kiss, find your hands in his hair, tugging at the roots and moving against his body, your legs stretching by either side of his body. His hand sprawls over your neck, his thumb caressing against your jugular before pressing into the neck, rubbing slow circles. He kisses the top of your lips, your hands tugging at his shirt.
In a swift motion, positions have changed and you're sitting on him whilst he props himself up on the table. He lifts you up slightly, pulling back and places you on top of his lap. Your rear falling into the depression between his thighs, rubbing against his groin slowly. He looks at you through hooded eyes, pushing your hair past and opens his mouth to speak before you voice out first.
He looks at you from below, your hair falling on his shoulder as you look at him, his head thrown behind as it rests on the sofa's ridge. And your lips find his again, tugging at his soft lip to let you through, to open up to you completely.
You moan into the kiss, your back arches and Chan's hand is still firm on it. He kisses your lower lip and your tongue brushes his lips in the impact, groaning at how he won't let you through a second ago and then, he lets you in. It's intimacy on a level you were slowly being prepared for. It's everything you remind yourself that you wouldn't break down into. Chan makes you feel special, with every praise, with every word he swears out to protect you. Chan reminds you of a feeling you had long forgotten.
Chan's lips move from your swollen lips to the curve of your jaw, down to the curved edges of your neck, sucking and kissing every exposed skin. Your head is thrown back at the sensation, your hips gyrating over his growing length.
His hand moves from your shoulders to your arse to your back after he seeks your permission as he pulls you closer and forwards, until your chests are pressed against one another. His mouth is everywhere and good lord, you feel infinite and powerful.
His lips hover on yours. He smirks, the curve of his lips tugging upwards slightly and you think it's cute. You think Chan also makes you feel divine as he whispers into your skin like personalized love notes or small token of appreciation, "Fuck, you're hot. The most beautiful being I've ever seen," and that is all that is needed as you gyrate over your hips a little quicker. He inches his chin forward, flicking your nose a little with his own, a shy smile on his lips as he silently asks the permission to claim your lips anew; all over again.
And you let him, just like you've already given him permission in your head to ravish you tonight, to take you to hell and back.
Chan cups your face with both his hand, holding you and watching your face shine in the dim gold setting of his room. Your cheeks glistened and your eyes sparkled but his eyes could not stray away from your lips — coral, swollen and so demanding. He pulls your face down, kissing your nose tip and then your philtrum before pressing his lips flat against yours.
His kiss is drawn out in a way that makes you want more, like a divine aphrodisiac. It makes you want to pull him in and suck the living hell out of him and yet it's lovely. It's precious and laid out well planned. His tongue licking your lower lips before entwining with your tongue as he pulls you closer into him, your hips lowering deeper into his covered length, panties sticking to the core from the sensations your body is responding to.
His fingers trail up your black dress, thumb grazing the skin slowly, bringing about goosebumps to the surface before they slowly move enough to rip your dress apart and expose you to him, in all semi-nude. You moan, before kissing him as you hold onto Chan tightly.
He makes your insides twitch and your heart lunge and it fogs up all of your thoughts to the point you feel yourself drowning in the sensation of his lips, pressed tightly on your own. Your fingers get lost in his thick locks as you tug on them, forcing him to pull you down a lot forward and gladly welcome the movement of your tongue.
His lips are as soft as feathers and they feel like what you think heaven feels like. The warmth you experience is so much more than the tingle of first kisses, those innocent butterflies have nothing on the wanting void of a pit in your nether regions and the slick in between your thighs.
His hands slide down from your hips to reach behind your back and pull you upwards, only to tightly clasp around the curve of your bare bottom cheeks, caressing it over. You sigh contently. His hand trails upwards, touching, feeling you all over and you pull back, breathing rapidly as you look at Chan. The next second you are unbuttoning his first two buttons and prompting him to remove his shirt too. Your legs slide slightly dangling off his sofa before he pulls you towards him, his naked chest warm enough against yours as he pulls you back in to devour you.
"God, you're heavenly," Kiss. "So fucking heavenly." Kiss. "You're a fucking good girl." Kiss. "So good for me." Chan sucks a huge hickey into your neck — bright, dark and purple but it's how he worships and praises you that makes you want him more, your clothed core grinding on his enlarged bulge that is covered. The friction from the cotton of your panties and the cotton of his jeans slowly stimulates your core and you can't help yourself when your body is moving on its own accord on top of Chan, your hand moving your from falling back.
“Chan,” you groan against his lips after he pulls away from you for a minute. His lips are red and swollen, slick and shining with your saliva and so incredibly inviting you all over again and you fear that you may never want to stop kissing him for as long as you are breathing.
"Chan!"
His fingers move downward, grazing your skin by your stomach slowly, his eyes trained on yours as he watches you slowly break down. His fingers tease over your clothed mound. You bite your lip from groaning too loud but Chan's sudden tapping at your covered clit makes you yelp.
"Good girl. That's right. I want to hear your pretty moans," he kisses down on your neck, trailing and plastering wet kisses down your clavicle before sucking at the exposed skin of your breasts. "Moan loud for me, baby." He sucks at the skin by the crook of your neck, under your clavicles, above your breast and at the curves, leaving purple marks almost instantly thanks to your sensitive skin.
You can hear your heart beat quicker, racing against your chest and your thoughts drive you desperate. Pulling his face from your breasts, you kiss him, making the kiss deeper, licking his lip and grazing it with your teeth. You grind down on him trying to edge yourself desperately. You move forward to own every gulp and moan he releases and squirms in pleasure.
"I want you so much," you choke out. Chan's hand lets loose from your throat slightly and he looks at you with admiration, before gripping at the jugular, and caressing it lovingly, pressing wet kisses against it. You sound desperate, almost like you would lose your sanity if Chan doesn't make you his, this minute. "Please. Chan, please."
His hands trail downwards, thumb rubbing the skin on its way before he slips them under your panties, swiping his finger across your slit, feeling how wet you are. He groans out loud, mumbling, "What a doll. All wet and ready for me to devour. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Baby, wouldn't you?" He presses against your jugular with his other hand, tilting your head and gently choking you. Your eyes rim with tears in joy and you nod, "Yes, please."
His mouth moves over the skin at your breast, kissing it furiously. His tongue lapping at your nipple over your bra, slowly circling over the clothed material as he rubs his finger up and down your slit, occasionally rubbing against your clitoris. You press down and grind on him further, begging for more. Chan removes his hand from your neck and moves it up from your waist to your back and it lingers around the hook of your bra before snapping it open with a flick of his fingers. The bra slides off your shoulder and you throw it away, unbothered by where it lands.
Chan's mouth falls on your breasts, circling big with his tongue before slowly decreasing the radius of his turns and narrowing down on your nipples, sucking at them alternatively. You are moaning, holding at his shoulder and dragging your hips over his bulge in a slow, excruciating pace he has set with the drag of his fingers.
Your throat is dry from all this excessive want and you wet your lips, breathing coming out in hot puffs of air, rapid and shallow. The passion and want blinds you and Chan taps on your clitoris constantly with his thumb, using the other fingers to slowly tease your entrance over the panties but going back to sliding down your opening. You groan frustrated and grind down on his bulge trying to chase the feeling that is growing within you.
Chan's lips are all over you as you bite into his shoulder occasionally. It hovers over your neck and then your breasts, giving it all the attention as he plays with your nipples as he rubs you at a pace that quickens slowly. Your mind is boggled and you can't get your thoughts clearly.
"Such pretty breasts," he groans into it, his tongue flicking at it from your underside. "Such perky breasts. So beautiful and all mine."
Soon enough with his praises and the way he worships your being, the promise of an orgasm begins to manifest and build within you as a strong tightness within your lower regions, creeping into your abdomen, ever growing with every passing second. Chan's steady rhythm is strong enough to carry it over the edge with the friction you get from all the material and his bulge and as your climax looms closely, your hips rock and gyrate slightly against him. He pinches and flicks your nipples as he helps you ride out the orgasm, your eyes tired and hooded. You kiss him softly on his lips.
"Will you remove your lingerie for me, pretty girl?"
The order shouldn't have turned you on this much but it does as you hop off his lap, your feet unsteady on the ground as you balance yourself after your first orgasm. Your fingers are on the edge of your panties and you're pulling it down completely in the next second. Chan watches you steadily, his eyes trailing on your figure and you feel attended to.
"Jesus Christ," he stands up, the bulge moving slightly and your mouth dries up as it opens, wanting so much more. He holds you by your waist, petting your hair, mumbling, "I love when you put your hair down. You look like a goddess. A goddess ready to let go of your divinity all for me."
He unbuckles his belt as you slowly touch yourself, your hand moving down your body. He watches you, your thumb and forefinger playing with your nipples, tugging and pinching them till they harden under your grip. He removes his formal pants and his boxers, pulling it down and away at your request. Chan's length and girth has your eyes widening, as always, your tongue licking over your lips and you gape.
It's painfully hard and the tip is red, leaking with precum down his cock. Chan holds you by your waist and lifts you up, your knees wrapping around him and your soaked core on top of his hardened girth, occasionally dragging past it. He kisses your breasts, licking over the nipple and the underside of the breast, grazing his teeth over it as he walks you to what you had thought would be the bed. However, he stops midway, looking at you for a second before your back hits the cold walls of the room in this house as he holds you securely. You see the bed by the side and you smile. You drop your legs and stand on your toes as you kiss him, your tongue running over his buccal cavity.
Chan's hand trails down, circling by your waist before his palm hovers over your mound. His thumb brushes past your clit teasingly and your hand wraps around his neck, kissing him and biting at his lower lip till you feel the metallic copper taste of blood filling your senses.
You moan as he drags a finger up and down your slit, playfully teasing you fold. He rubs circles into your folds, slowly dragging them out into waves and your hand flies upwards and forward to hold on to him for a grip.
"Chan," you rasp out, and he hums, removing your hand so that he can kneel down, kissing your thigh and biting it slightly as his thumb rubs against your clit and the other swipe against the folds. Your hands grip on his roots, tugging at it mercilessly.
"Baby, do something," you cry. "Please, I need you." Your other hand tugs at his hair, trying to bring him closer in a desperate manner. "I'll be a good girl. Please, do something."
"Should I?" he teases, rubbing small circles around your clit in an excruciatingly slow manner and you think — know — that Chan is going to drive you to insanity and how he'd pull one off his book and blame it on his instincts.
"Please, please, please—"
The intrusion is sudden and you are overwhelmed. You gasp, the air raspy against your throat before falling. Your hand pulls at his hair harshly as he sucks on your clitoris, his breathing fanning over you. Your fingers drag down and dig into his skin, unbothered by the possibility of cutting through it.
He presses his thumb on your clit after removing his mouth, tapping it slowly, simultaneously and you think you're going delusional. "Chan, oh my fucking heavens."
He kisses your mound repeatedly, telling you, "Look at this sex. Wet and dripping. I'll give you what you want, baby. I'll give you what you want for being a good girl for me."
Chan adds another two fingers instantly and you feel overwhelmingly full, crying out at being widened so pleasurably. The walls stretching out and you catch him mumbling, "So fucking tight and all for me. Look at this brat being a good girl for me."
He curls them up into you and your back arches slightly at the tingles. You feel Chan slipping his fingers easily into you and the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs, making a mess. He rubs your walls, his attention also on your enlarged button and your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately. He finds your spot easily after being this around and pushes at it constantly. Your head hits against the wall hard and he looks upwards at you for a split second, worried, only resuming after you give him a signal that you are alright.
You feel the euphoric rush coming, creeping through from within and trying to embrace you as a whole and when it's very close to burst, Chan pulls his fingers away, licking them clean with a knowing smirk plastered on his face, for a second before thrusting them back in.
Chan pumps his fingers in and out of you as his thumb rubs furious circles into your clit. He bites at your thigh, kissing them soon after, leaving traces of bruises near to your vulva. Hot, purple and sticky. He sucks on the skin deliriously, licking the skin to soften before grazing his teeth to oversensitize you. You feel the build up and you squirm against Chan, your eyes watering.
"Chan, baby," it's a sob that leaves you. "Please." You were so devastatingly close after your last orgasm, the balls of heels leaving the surface as you try to pull back but Chan pulls you down as he sucks on your clitoris and pumps his fingers in you in a ridiculously breaking pace and when you are so close to breaking apart, Chan drags his fingers away, licking and sucking at them as you look down at him.
"What the fuck?" You swear, frustrated, tears spilling from your eyes.
"Good girls don't swear."
"I'll blow you off well," you try striking a deal with him. He looks up at you amused, strands of hair sticking to your face from the sweat and he still thinks you're the most beautiful woman he has laid his eyes. "I'll give you one hell of a blowjob. Just please." Your voice breaks as you look at Chan, who looks so delectable at the minute with your juices staining the side of his mouth and his lips shining in the light. "You won't regret—"
His mouth is back on your core and you groan, "Ungh!" He mumbles, his warm breath tingling your core as he speaks against it, "Good girls don't strike a deal either, darling."
"But your good girl does," you tease and Chan's mouth is back on your sex, licking and teasing it. He grabs you by the calves, his blunt nails digging into the vast skin.
Without another word, Chan dives right into it, tongue darting out to lick a long, thick stripe from your center to your clit, causing you to shiver. Your left hand finds its way back to his hair after grabbing at his shoulder intermittently. Chan simpers to himself, overwhelmed by how well your body reacts to him and just him, your legs shivering and buckling, about to fall if it weren't for Chan's hands holding you up and pressing you against the wall.
You feel the thickness of his tongue lapping up your seeping wetness, which in turn causes a rush of arousal to leak and drip down your ass. "You're making a mess, baby," he chuckles, the laughter hitting your clit and sending a shiver down your spine. Your fingers instinctively tighten around his hair and you pull him closer to your cunt, his nose nuzzling against your mound. He groans, hands gripping your thighs tightly, locking your legs in place.
Burying himself further, his tongue dips deep inside you, nose nuzzling and rubbing against your clit with every thrust. His eyes are piercing and fixated on the rise and fall of your chest as he looks up at you once in a while, seeing you tug at your lips, eyes closed and hand roaming around for support. He loves seeing you fucked out for him.
"Argh, it's fucking divine," Chan mumbles against your slit and the vibrations have your core clutching onto nothing. "This good cunt all wet and slickened for me, ready for me." You mewl, unable to stop yourself from wriggling within his hold, the grip on his hair tightening.
Your walls grasps around his tongue, pulling him further into you as he laps up every single drop of your arousal, passionate as if it were an aphrodisiac. One of his hands travels upwards to latch itself on your breast, rubbing the underside of your breast, fondling and gripping it hard.
“Chan,” you moaned softly, your voice trembling over the sensations that ride into you, toes curling. He responds to your calling, withdrawing from you slowly, by planting soft and gentle kisses to your inner thighs.
"You're doing great, love."
He sucks on your clit furiously and that was everything for you. You feel the same high building up at a pace quicker than you thought was possible. You feel it tightening, your core clutching onto his muscular organ as it tries indulging itself deeper, chasing after something it craves. His nose rubs against your neglected clit. He licks a stripe against it before sucking at it, teeth grazing at it sending tingle down your spine that has you hitting the bumpers with the heel of your feet. You are already sensitive from the last orgasm and all the teasing you had and with all this vigor and undivided attention Chan gives you, you feel it coming as he treats you like you're his only girl.
Your back arches more steeply, your mound hitting him in its influence, head hitting the wall lightly this time and your moans are louder, raspier and quicker. You are screaming out Chan's name as you see the stars under your eyelids.
He still licks slow stripes, taking in and devouring the rush of juice that squirts out of you. He lets you ride out the high and he lets you leave him breathless as his grip on your thighs do not ease away. Chan does not stop, even when you're a quaking, quivering mess, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes and it's almost bordering overstimulation. You can't think and you can't form proper sentences. He leaves you gasping for air, with something stuck in your throat preventing the passage of air and it's difficult to breathe in this rush and he makes it harder.
He looks at you teasingly and he lifts his hand as you bend forward to his kneeling self. He clutches on your neck, his fingers pressing against the side softly as he continues licking up your orgasm and blocking your air passage. You feel the stimulation rushing and concentrating and it's all too much for you. Tears stain your face and you're crying, "It's too much, Chan. Too much."
And he stops as soon as you say that. He presses soft kisses against your clitoris and he holds your hips tightly as he stands up. You've lost any energy in your legs you have and if it weren't for Chan, you'd crash.
He holds you by the hips and carries you, dropping you gently against the bed, your hair spreading and you kiss his shoulder. He caresses your face and tells you — it's a whisper almost — "I think I want to get to know you more. I think I—"
You bring his face lower to kiss him, preventing any other word to spill from his mouth that your head tells you to cancel. You are not sure yet. You hold his face down, devouring him as a whole, feeling his length slide your core draggingly and you groan into him.
You don't shy away from prying your hand down, teasing his cock as you rub your hand over the enlarged shaft slowly, teasing his enlarged red head, rubbing your arousal and the afters of your orgasm all over him, slowly stimulating him as you drag your hand down his length and back up again, letting go of his shaft only to cup his balls, trailing your fingertips around it. You let go and look at Chan.
"Lay back, please," you request and he pecks your nose as he pouts at you. God, he really really wants to call you his. Forever.
Chan lies back on the bed, his head resting between his pillows and yet he pulls his body up, supporting his weight on his arm. You sit up, crawling over to straddle his lap, nervousness setting into your stomach. You gulp and swallow the saliva as you look at Chan, whose gaze gives you comfort and confidence. The muscles in your arm stiffens as you grip his shoulder for stability and Chan's hand falls on your hips naturally, helping you steady yourself.
Your hands rest on his chest, firm and broad and you gaze at Chan's cock for a while, it twitching with every unadulterated thought of his as he watches you on top of him, bare, exposed and unrestrained all for him. Your mouth is parched and your tongue pokes out through the seams of your lips, running across the expanse of your lower lip and wetting it.
"Fuck," he swears as his eyes move with your tongue, his chest rising and falling under your hold.
You reach forward to take him in your hand — the tip of his head looks so inviting that you couldn't stop yourself. Chan's hands roam up your arms, his thumb caressing the underside of your breasts before they play with them, his thumb and forefinger rubbing your nipple, watching it turn solid in his hold. He grips at your breast, fondling it and massaging it, stimulating you and bringing about a rush of confidence in you.
“You’re fucking large, fuck, fuck,” You yelp, eyes wide and mouth salivating at the heaviness in your grasp. You widen your mouth, stretching your facial muscles and Chan laughs.
When you look at him, his dark eyes are speared to your movements, teeth gritted. At this moment, with you hovering over him, he can't seem to contain how excited he is, his length twitching in your hold. You begin moving your hands up and down his length at the same slow pace he had put through.
You lean forward, Chan's grip on your breasts tightening as he squeezes it. Your whines turn to louder moans of ecstasy. His one hand grabs your hair back, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail until he drops it and touches your face, "Ah, so beautiful. You're so perfect."
Chan watches you and is all too eager, his hand on your face trailing down to your shoulder, gripping on it as he continues caressing one of your breasts. The flat of your wet tongue sticks out to lick around the rim of his hot head. He fights back a groan, choking and sputtering, grip on your shoulder tightening as his blunt nails dig into your skin. You stretch your mouth as wide as you can, hollowing it, which leads profanities spilling from his pretty mouth, even though it's a discomfort to your movement as you engulf the whole of his head with your tongue. He mumbles something incoherent under his breath and you sigh at the thought your mouth wrapped around his pretty cock.
Chan inhales a sharp breath, swearing and uttering, "Your pretty mouth could take me so well, baby. So good." You wrap your lips around the velvet tip, beginning a slow suction. Your tongue licks around the base, pulling up a fat stripe over the throbbing, prominent vein.
“Fuck, fuck,” Chan mumbles, shifting on the sheets, his hand gripping on one of the pillows. “Open wider, please, baby. You're doing so good. You're taking me so well."
You do as he has asked of you. Your jaw is already sore and the joints ache from the girth of his head alone. He pushes his hips off the bed in the slightest without your awareness; his hand trailing back to your hair and the other still on your breast making you feel good. His grip on your hair is strong as he thrusts more of himself into your mouth, your lips wet around his length.
You try your best for it to be pleasurable for him as your fingers tighten around his length before you start to twist your wrists — with a click of your gliding joint — and continue sucking. Chan is careful to be gentle with you, very tenderly urging his cock to fill more of your mouth. It shocks you when you feel the blunt of his head hit the cap of your airway, eliciting a gag.
Chan's eyes widens, the reaction from you exciting him as you feel him twitching in your mouth. He gasps, breath uneasy as his hand leaves your hair and trails behind towards your arse that sticks out as you try deepthroating Chan. He rubs your slit slowly and the unexpected contact pushes you forward, taking in Chan a lot more than you had planned, leaving him groaning into your shoulder.
He pulls out barely before he’s pushing back in, teeth gritted and eyes focused on making you feel calm too. Chan moves back and watches you taking him so well and he knows it's a sight to behold — your pretty lips wrapping around his length, taking him so well as if your mouth was made for him, crafted to perfection. His fingers rub small circles into your vulva, tapping against the clit accidentally once or twice.
Another gag rumbles out of you as you fight the reflex. The vibrations against his member is felt and he grips on your arse, pulling you into him, your nose rubbing against his pubis. Your finger trails the underside of his shaft before rolling his balls between your fingers. His hips stutter in shallow thrusts into your mouth and you feel the sting of tears threatening to blur your vision as you oppose your gag reflex, taking him as deep as you can.
The sounds of your gagging bounces off the walls of his bedroom, followed by the deep moans and sighs spilling through Chan's lips as he fucks your mouth. Each thrust of his hips causes the head of his cock to push past your airway, your throat constricting and eliciting a groan from him. He also diverts your attention to rubbing you, now and again slapping your cheeks, eliciting moans from you against his girth.
You release your hold around his length, fingers thickly coated in your own saliva as you dig into the flesh of his thighs. Your mouth is stretched as wide as you can physically make it and tears roll down your cheek continuously, while you willingly take him completely in your mouth. You look up through the flutters of your eyelashes, enthralled to see the Adam’s apple in Chan's throat bob up and down while his head is thrown back in pleasure.
Chan pulls your head back; his cock comes out from your mouth with a light pop followed by you gasping for air. Your eyes droop, your cheeks hollow and your jaws ache but everything counts to how hot you felt, to how hot the tension between you still is. His hand trails back to your hair, gripping on it and jerking your hair back so you’re forced to look at him.
"This is a fucking sight to behold. Look at you, darling," he groans.
Chan's thumb grazes your skin and he latches his lips onto yours in a sloppy, messy and wet manner and nothing else seems to matter other than your need for each other. You lean forward, tugging at his pinna as you bite down on it lightly, before mumbling, "I'm on top today."
Chan doesn't care because all he can focus on is how you said today, like this isn't just a one time thing. He gazes at you with such affection that has your heart racing telling you to let go of that stupid cages you keep around your concepts.
As your folds, dripping down with thick, sticky arousal coating Chan's cock with that and your saliva, brush the tip of his hardened cock, you feel a shudder run down your spine. You instinctively allow yourself to lower further, taking the rest of him in you swiftly with the help of your arousal. Sinking down around his dick and feeling him fully wrapped around your clutching walls has you throwing your head back, squeezing your eyes at how his length stretches you out, your walls wrapping around him tightly. He holds your waist, helping you down on his length.
You rock your hips into him, already finding yourself tightening and clenching around his thick cock. He fills you up so nicely, stuffing you perfectly full and you salivate, licking your lips. Your lips parts and you find your hips moving on their own accord. Chan's right hand rises upwards, massaging your breast, flicking your nipple and sending a rush down your spine, arching your back. His cock hits you at an angle and a soft moan leaves your lips.
Chan takes your hips in his hands, taking control of your movements to raise you up, leaving you empty and whining. You clench around nothing but air and your own walls, desperate to sink back down. “Chan,” you whine, your lower lip puckers forwards and Chan lifts himself up to kiss you.
As his hand grip around your hips to get a better hold, he slams you back down on his cock, hard, causing you to scream. “Fuck, Chan, oh my god, ah!”
He continuously guides you in a rhythmic movement, throwing his head back into his pillows and groaning. The sheen of sweat glistening on his chest catches your eye as he pants. The way his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hangs open with pleasure only makes you move faster around his cock, gyrating around it and tightening your walls. The sight before you makes you want to see him fucked out further. You want him to crumble under you because of you, leave him trembling under your hold.
He groans, "Your cunt is so pretty. Look at it, baby. Look." He gapes down and you gasp, moaning quicker.
You ride him, bouncing on his dick and clenching when you feel yourself reaching your climax for the third time that night, all because of this man. Chan's finger moves down and slips between your sweat soaked bodies to rub your clit, pushing you even further over the edge.
“Are you going to come, baby?” He asks, breathlessly, his voice airy and light, almost floating away. He pulls his head forward to kiss your collarbones, sucking harsh bruises against your skin, continuing further down the existing purple bruises.
“Y-Yes, please, please,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging on the dark strands. “Mhm, fuck, please, please, you feel so good, Chan.” You lean forward and the motion causes him to whine. You quickly catch it as your lips fall on his. His lips enclose yours, tugging and pulling at it and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you move on his cock, lazily.
Words, unfiltered and raw, spill out from your mouth after your lips leave his as you feel the high that is creeping up slowly within you. “Chan, fuck. Oh fuck. I'm going to come soon. Oh my god." Your voice reaches a pitch higher.
“Then, come.”
Chan moans against your neck as he feels you, his finger rubbing your clit, “Baby, come all over my cock. You deserve that for being the good girl you are.”
Chan's other hand that is not occupied leaves your hip and moves upwards to find its place on your neck. His fingers gently wrap themselves around your neck and that makes you wetter than you already are. He presses his fingers against your neck with pressure and you choke, gasping for air. Your mouth opens wide and your tongue falls out slightly resting on your lower lip. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench around Chan's cock tightly, your hip gyrating around it for all the friction.
Your fucked out expression as you choke for air makes Chan plunge into you harder and you choke harder, his hips lifting up and thrusting into you.
A final flick of his finger over your sensitive button and a bit more pressure over your neck are all it takes for your body to flood with pleasure and ecstasy. Your legs tighten around Chan's sides, curling in as you ride out your high for as long as possible, still moving your hips against him. His fingers let go of your neck and you breath loudly, taking in huge gulps of air.
Not long after your undoing, he comes inside you, coating your walls with his seed as you feel his length pulsate within you. Thick strings coating your walls till it seeps from your vagina and drips down.
Once your body falls limp against his chest, equally fucked out and panting for air, you feel him going soft inside you. He kisses your forehead and your hair, pushing it from your face. He lifts you up, slowly slipping out of you and gently laying you by his side, the semen slipping out. His fingers rub small circles on your hips after pulling you closer into him, nuzzling into the sides of your breast.
In his warmth, with his arms over your stomach as he snuggles closer to you, you feel your eyelids heavy and fluttering shut. His lips are close to your skin, feeling his steady breathing and listening to it calms you down, steading you and increasing your melatonin, slowly drifting away to a state of peace, all in Chan's arms.
You stir in the bed, your hand reaching out for Chan only to feel the messy bed sheets and blanket. You wake up, brought to your senses well enough and you look around to find Chan only to see the light in the balcony turned on.
Putting on his white shirt messily, you rush outside to find Chan sitting and staring at the black sky. You sit by his side, shuddering in the cold and he looks at you fondly, cracking a smile.
"You're up?" You nod, teeth biting at the cold breeze that passes by, until you realise what Chan is staring at. It's snowing. It is the first snow in a long while and it's beautiful, albeit being late. He smiles at the purple mark that he has graced upon your skin. Chan stretches his arms out, blanket still in his hold as he offers to hold you close in this cold weather, to share his body warmth. He mumbles softly into your ears, "You should sleep a little more. It's going to be a tough day tomorrow. Aren't you meeting Jieun?"
"Yeah," you smile, watching the surroundings. "First thing in the morning. She seems to know a lot about everyone in this neighborhood. That, and I want to know why they treat Somin," Chan looks lost and you realise you haven't discussed it yet with him. "Kim Jihoon's widow is treated like that."
"I'm firm on this theory."
"What theory?"
"That Rowoon is the one killing people — bad homeowners — off because we'll, they disrupt his neighborhood. That or, they got drunk and it is still an accident."
"But Somin?"
"What? Anyone can be a bad homeowner! She's probably his next target." Chan chuckles and pulls you in closer. He holds you still for a while before he says, "We'll talk about the case tomorrow before you go to Jieun's. And you should clean up the mess of notes on the dinner table."
"You're the nagging kind of husband!"
"No." He is quick to deny. "I just like my house at least a bare minimum clean, alright?" You laugh out loud, falling into his hold as you try to contain your joy. Something soft hits your knees, barely visible but it settles softly.
Snow. It's snow and you see the snowflakes along with it. You watch them tumble, those feathered crystals, their chaotic flight to form a blanket that could not be more uniform, more orderly. And it's beautiful. So beautiful that it eases you and has you snuggle further into his warmth. Enough to make you forget everything for a minute there in his arms.
"I like snowflakes," you say, your head resting on his chest. There is a certain intimacy in the hour, in his hold, in this weather and between the two of you. A certain intimacy to friends who only sleep and work with each other shouldn't have. Chan looks at you, waiting for you to continue.
You do like snowflakes. A lot. Each snowflake is like a sculpture made out of paper. Each has a unique identity reflecting a crucial passage in the chosen source material with an equal amount of complexity carved out of minimal space and in the end, it falls down before someone, lighting up someone and making them happy.
"It makes me happy. It doesn't have to fit in or match with anyone else and it still means the world to someone."
Chan smiles and you know it is clearly one of your most favorite things in the world, your solace. You find the happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. It comes from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. Chan makes sure it is like that, that the world knows when he's happy but wouldn't, when he is sad. A person smiles with more than their mouth, and I heard it in his voice, in the choice of his words and the way he relaxed. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.
Maybe he'll teach you not to hold in your feelings. Maybe he will let you fall in love. All over again.
And you kiss him. It's short and quick, as chaste as the love you feel for him in this minute, in his arms. He leans forward and kisses you back and maybe, you both were snowflakes, as weird as you are, as unique as you — and yet the two of you make each other happy as corny as it sounds.
"Uh," Chan pulls back and rubs the back of his head and then his nape. "I—"
"Oh, a mistletoe, look!" You point and Chan turns back, frowning to look at the tree by the side with some creepers that crawl on its branch — creepers that were not mistletoes. You smile brightly as you continue pointing and Chan looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
"That's not a mistletoe."
"It isn't? I thought it was. My bad!" You laugh, eyes sparkling in mirth and cheeks heating up in embarrassment over the obvious lie you said. You sit up straight and look up at the sky.
"It's a pretty night for whatever shit that went down today," Chan comments, staring at the moon. The moon is a warm milky glow in the sky, as if the sight of her could become a song in the eyes of anyone willing to raise their head upward. You were and you were going to seize the opportunity.
Chan's gaze is fixed on the big moon and your head thinks of him and the words from Natsume Suseki and every other anime you were forced to watch, thanks to Jeongin. In every black night, he was the spark that rekindled hope in you.
"Is there something on my face, Y/N?"
"No," You turn back, smiling, heart fluttering and your mind at ease. "Just," you hold your chest, feeling the beating of your heart louder than ever.
"The moon is beautiful."
It's small and fragile. Once, and then, twice, till it sounds again and again and again through the silent air of your house.
The knocking on your door is repeated and you turn to look at Chan who stirs in his sleep, thanks to the same sound. You shuffle in your bed, trying to go back to sleep, presuming it is an illusion and nothing more. However, Chan heard it too.
"Is someone…"
"I'll go check," you mumble, huffing and throwing the blanket to the side. Luckily, Chan's shirt covers you up to your thighs. You jump out of the bed and your partner decides that it is safe to follow you to the door instead.
You open the door and in comes rushing a little boy, aged not more than eight, with tear stains on his face. He runs forward hugging your frame in his reach as he cries out loudly. Chan looks at the scene before him in delusion and you relate.
Who in the world is this child?
"Is everything alright?"
The child continues crying into your frame, burying his face into your abdomen. Chan squats down to come face to face with the child. His hand carefully holds the child's back as he pats him slowly, letting him calm down for a while before he asks again.
"Where's your mum and dad?"
"Dad isn't home. M-mum is," the child hiccups, choking on his own sobs as tears roll down his face messily. "She's in the garage and there's blood around her head and—" He cries fiercely and you hold the boy close to you, heart heavy because you know the worst possible scenario. Death.
"Why don't you take us there, okay?" Chan smiles gently. The boy looks with teary eyes at him and Chan quickly lifts him up in his hold. "Come on. Let's go."
And the boy was right and his worst nightmare comes true. You cover the eyes of the child to prevent him from further seeing the horrendous sight before him.
Because before all of you was the body of Kim Jieun, sprawled in her own driveway, her head crushed to a pulp under her garage.
An overturned shelf, a couple of paint cans that look like they have been thrown and some blood splattered on the floor is all you and Chan find last night. That, and a woman's broken pastel nail extension.
You would have checked further had it not been for your undercover and that Chan had been getting endless calls from Mayor Arsehole. Changbin fumingly goes on about how he sent the two of you to put a stop to this but rather there's another case on his desk now. The man does not calm down even after Chan says that the two of you were definitely looking for a serial killer and that these deaths were not accidents. If anything, it upsets him further.
This morning however, the sun shines brighter.
Chan walks into the kitchen, looking for you, teasingly shouting out into the air, "Honey, what's for breakfast? Eggs? Bacon? Eggs and Bacon? Or maybe it's ri—"
Before him on your cluttered table of a case file, notes and photos of evidence lies a sad bowl of soggy cereal.
"Soggy cereal it is," he frowns.
"I made it though. It should count for something, right, husband?"
Chan grunts and sits down, spoon digging into the bowl of cereal as he takes his first bite soon enough. He glances over at the wall behind the breakfast table. You have mapped out the relationship between every single person in this neighborhood, affairs inclusive and Chan lifts his lips in pride.
"Someone has been a bit busy. When did you even sleep?"
"Didn't fall asleep. So I decided to work on this instead," and Chan realises you were not even kissing. Your eyes are grogging and your face is a lot gloomier even though you are smiling off the joy of mapping it all out.
"Did you crack the case?"
"As a psychological profiler, I can say," you frown. "I haven't. I just can't figure out the connection here. These murders were distinctly targeted, so, why? Why specifically these three people?"
Chan stirs the milk in his cereal before he looks at you and suggests, "Why don't you look for a common enemy?"
"Huh?"
"Y/N, babe," you blush at the nickname and try to zero in on the matter in hand. "I know you and I see way too many crimes on a daily basis because of our job and that makes you and I think that we are chasing after some blood sucking psychopath," Chan pauses and eats a big bite of cereal. He munches on it slowly, letting you grow anxious in waiting, "We may not be dealing with some headcase who likes to strangle old women with pantyhose. Maybe we are dealing with a good old fashioned murderer; you know, the kind that kills people because they pissed them off."
You look at the board, index finger against your cheek and your eyes widen. "You could be right!"
"Don't look so surprised also," Chan mumbles, finally finishing his cereal.
"It could work. Maybe what the victims have in common is their relationship with the killer." You continue to stare at the board. Chan cleans the plate in the sink on the other end, mumbling at you to keep calm and that you would crack the case with him soon enough. You sigh, "I don't have enough information to look for a common enemy." You tap on the first victim, Yoon Yerin. "Especially on her."
Chan folds his arm and stares at you. This look ok you is another one of Chan's favorites. You purse your lips, eyebrows furrowed together as you concentrate. Your eyes don't waver just like your heart in moments like this and Chan thinks he could fall even further for you, for your confidence.
"I'll probably swing by her place and see what I can find there. What's your plan?"
"Drop by at Rowoon's and find out where the fuck he was last night when his wife was murdered and his child was all alone." Chan stands by your side and you nod.
"Be home by 6:30?"
"Sure thing, honey," Chan laughs and he kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for a little while longer and you still, body heating up in his contact.
You nervously laugh, pushing him away slightly, "You're in character," You laugh again. "Method acting, right? that's good."
Chan looks away, avoiding contact with you and mumbling, "Yeah. Method acting."
He wonders how long he has to put up with this stupid method acting.
"Any luck?"
"Besides having Rowoon almost barf on my very nice dress shirt, no," you hear Chan speaking through the phone. You walk further down the neighborhood, lush green trees on either side. As much as you despised Changbin, you had to agree — the neighborhood is great. Just that it wasn't meant for people like you. People not rich.
"Do you want me to press a shirt for you?" You tease.
"Would my wife do that?"
"In your dreams," you roar in laughter. Chan chuckles on the other end of the line.
"Anyhow, Rowoon was out fucking one of his mistress last night. He's also pretty fucked up with the death and has not stopped drinking."
"He has an alibi?"
"Yeah," Chan sighs. "It's definitely not my homeowner's rage theory then."
You walk a little more till you stand in front of an unremarkable suburban house. You tell Chan on the other end, "I'm here. I'll get back to you soon. Bye," and hang up almost immediately. Quietly, you turn on your tape recorder and speak into it.
"184 Arbor Way. The house that belonged to Yoon Yerin, the first victim. Yerin lived alone which is uniquely for this predominantly family oriented neighborhood. That alone may have made her stand out and a target for suspicion."
You walk around the house, trying to look into it and around it, "The place is scrubbed clean. Whoever Yerin was, I'll have to find out from inside. The outside is scrubbed way too clean to get rid of any possible doubts."
You take a step back and look around to see if anyone was passing by, before you lay your hand around the door knob and try turning it. It's locked. You wonder if Rowoon had the key. Glancing around carefully, you slide a paperclip from your pocket into the keyhole and jiggle it once — twice, till the door opens.
You smile brightly, "Some skills are rooted, ha! Thank God, I dated that sketchy guy back in college."
You pull open the door. Inside, the house is spotlessly clean. Almost as if no one ever lived in it. Whoever cleaned the place did a thorough job, almost leaving it spotless. You walk around the house, looking into every corner and room there to find anything. However, you are left looking at nothing but bare floors, undecorated walls and sparkling clean surfaces enough to shine.
You turn to leave, sighing out an air of disappointment when a gold sparkle catches your eye in the light. You bend down and find a man's golden cufflink lying against the corner of the room. Taking a latex glove from your pocket, you pick it up and bag it in a plastic cover, hiding it in your jacket as you leave only to bump into Somin.
"Oh, Hey," you stammer.
"I don't mean to pry but did you just come out from Yoon Yerin's house?" She raises an eyebrow and you hesitate, fingers holding the plastic bag tightly in your pocket.
"No, no, I—" You sigh, looking down. Lying after being caught red handed is useless. "Yes. I'll admit that I did."
"What on earth were you doing there?" She asks and you realise that to anyone from outside, your actions seemed very suspicious — enough to blow off your whole cover.
"The thing is, Yerin, I was there because," you close your eyes and inhale a sharp breath of air, "I was there because I got curious."
"Of?"
"I just heard what happened to Yerin and I needed to come and see the house myself."
"What could you possibly look for?" Her eyes waver and she looks back at the house.
"Some signs maybe," you look back to follow her gaze, "Maybe a blood stain or something. I know this might come out as a bit weird but I have always been fascinated by macabre. I even listen to Stephanie Soo's true crime podcasts regularly."
She smiles fondly and nods, "I understand. To be very honest, I was fascinated by Yoon Yerin too when I heard of her death. I tried coming by to see what had happened. But now," she sobs. "Jihoon is dead and so is Jieun. They say that there is a serial killer on the loose."
"It's so sad that it happened in this neighborhood," you take a step forward, trying to walk away.
"I know, right? The whole point of living in a gated community is to keep the awful things out." Somin leans forward and puts her hand around your shoulders. "Look, you seem like a really nice person, Y/N, so I'm going to be honest with you. There is something bad happening here, something very very bad. Keep your head down till it's over. It's for the best."
Her tone is lower than ever and the advice sounds scarier than usual, something as if it were to warn you of an impending danger. You call Chan and he picks up quick.
"About pressing your shirt? I think I can do that. I have some pretty cufflinks to match them."
Later that night, you sit in your kitchen, the same board looming over you. You try to map out even more connections on your chart of suspects. The whole board is so covered with lines of strings that it almost looks like a spider web.
Behind you, the door swings open and Chan comes in, strides longer and quicker to take him to you as he screams, "Honey, I'm home."
You laugh, twirling in your rotating chair as you look at him and ask, "How long have you been wanting to do that?"
"Since we got this assignment. Of course, I mean," he tries putting a serious face, "It is sad that we were forced to do this by Han when he blackmailed us with that sex tape—"
"It's not a sex tape."
"The footings, but," Chan smiles widely, "It wasn't so bad to play house with you, Y/N."
"Likewise, Chan."
"Now, did you find anything?" Chan asks, resting his chin on your shoulder once you turn to face the board, his hand on your other and you freeze, surprised by the sudden contact, ironically. "This mapping just got messier."
"Yeah," you exhale and your shoulders slouch. Chan stands up straight as he tries to understand the board before him. "I tried mapping all the infidelities and affairs and this is what I got. A whole mess. It's all convoluted now."
Chan's eyes widen as he tries tracing the lines with his index finger before giving up. "Is everyone cheating on their spouses here?"
"Almost everyone."
Chan takes a step back, opens the fridge and pulling out a can of beer, he goes to sit on the sofa. You turn your chair around and watch him take a sip of it.
"Wow, you look as if you're right at home," you tease.
"There's space for two here," he pats the sofa by his side, and grins sheepishly.
You get up and take your own can of beer from the fridge, mumbling, "I can sure take a break," and walk towards him, plopping down by his side. The two of you clink your beer cans, the sound clattering through the walls.
"It's Christmas tomorrow, you know?"
You hum in agreement, "It's my first one outside home."
"I hope we can crack the case soon so that you can at least spend a few hours with your family on Christmas."
"Hey," you nudge his arm, "The thought of spending Christmas with you does not repulse me, okay?"
"I had not even said that," Chan gasps. He turns to look at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "So does that mean the thought does repulse you?"
"Don't twist my words," you laugh.
"Do you want to get married?"
You choke on your drink, eyes wide as you look at him. He pats your back as he tells you to breathe slowly. You finally ask, "The thought or with a specific person?"
"Both."
"Yes, and no," you mumble. "I do want to get married once but," you look at Chan for a minute as he drinks his beer. "I don't think I have my feelings sorted properly to have the privilege to think of thoughts like that."
Chan leans forward, eyes dazed and fixed on yours. Has he always been this beautiful, this captivating? Has he always made your heart beat so much quicker?
"Do you think you'll ever be ready to sort them out?"
You sputter and choke again. Chan smiles again; this time however, it looked sad. He stands up, placing the beer can down on the table before. "I should get some fresh air. Take a stroll in the neighborhood and make sure nothing is going around, yeah."
You turn away, face too scared to look at him in worries of your emotions being transparent. "Yeah, you should do that. I'll get back to the mapping."
"I'll, uhm, I'll be back in a few." Chan rubs the back of his neck before quickly stepping out of the house. You sigh, head fuzzy with the overload of emotions.
He doesn't know you were ready. He doesn't know you wanted more. He doesn't know how you confessed that night to him in the moonlight. He doesn't know of how you feel, because of you. You never told him directly, always twisting your words and actions. If anything, you had no one else besides yourself to blame.
"Chan," you whisper but it's too late. He's out.
A step too late to realise as always.
You snap out of your daze caused by the overload of emotions. Getting up, you slightly slap yourself and mumble, "Focus. Back to work now." You reach out into your pocket and take the cufflinks to file away. You turn it around in your hand when it flashes.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," you zero in on the object in your hand. "I've seen this cufflink before." You rush to the board, eyes scanning the pictures to see where you had seen it when it finally lands on the second picture pinned on the board.
You had seen it on the second victim — Kim Jihoon.
"Oh my god," you sigh, hand limp on both sides as you realise you know who it is. You know who the killer is and you know her motive.
"I know the killer. It's Somin, oh my—"
"Clever girl," you hear the feminine voice from behind you. You spin around quickly, hand on your chest as your eyes widen to find Somin standing by the door with a huge butcher knife in her hold.
"It was you!"
"That's right. Me." She takes a step forward. Instinctively, you glance back across the living room to where your gun hangs in a holster, draped over the coat rack.
Somin takes another step forward, speaking, "Sweet little Somin. Fragile, pitiful Somin. Somin who everyone always thinks they can pick on, lie to and laugh at — Ha!" He leaps forward and wildly waves her knife. She yells. "Well, who's laughing now? Who's laughing now?"
You dodge back, repeating to yourself to dawn the fact that it is true, that, "Jihoon was having an affair with Yerin."
"That ungrateful, cheating bastard couldn't wait to jump into that slut's bed. So I showed them both," she laughs. "I showed them both well."
"That I can understand," you edge closer to the coat stand to try and get your gun. "But why did you have to kill Jieun too?"
"Are you kidding me?" She yells. "That bitch stole my snickerdoodle recipe."
You huff out in disbelief, eyes narrowing at her and eyebrows furrowing, "Ah, I see. You're a full blown psychotic."
"I was going to stop after her, you know? But then you had to go and poke your nose around in the neighborhood. Stupid bitch."
Somin takes another step towards you and you know you are still far away from your gun. She is now almost at an arm's reach and you take a step backwards instinctively. She waves her knife again and you dodge it carefully.
"Who are you, huh? A cop?"
"An NIS profiler actually." She looks lost and you sigh. "A cop, yes."
"Well, Y/N," she glares. "Do you know what I hate the most? Liars." Somin lunges at you, jabbing the knife towards your throat. You dodge to the side, neatly weaving around the thrust. Somin stumbles past you, knocking over a giant carton of cereal, spilling it everywhere.
"Argh," and she swipes again. You dodge nimbly to the side again. Her knife cuts through the air with an audible hiss and the adrenaline pumps into your blood from the fear. The knife hits the fruit bowl and sends bright red apples scattering on the table, over your notes.
"Well, well, aren't you fast?"
"You've no fucking idea," you hiss, taking in as much air as you can. You back up and feel the counter behind you.
"Enough talk!"
You gulp, gripping the counter firmly. Somin dives towards you, slicing her knife at you. You reach back and grab a heavy toaster. You pull it around and holdi it out in front of you. It crackles loudly with a hot, electrical burst.
"Fuck." Somin jerks back, as if stung, the knife dropped from her grip. The knife clatters to the floor, it's tip blackened from char thanks to the electricity. Somin steps away, clenching and unclenching her hand.
"That fucking hurts, you bitch."
You drop the toaster and step back, putting your hands up defensively in front of your face. You propose, "Look, Somin, it's still not too late to surrender. We can still end this peacefully, alright?"
"You think I'm going to give up just because I lost my knife? I need to survive." Somin bounces up and down, assuming a combative stance. "I've been taking aerobic kickboxing for four years." She bounds towards you and shoots a lightning fast kick at your head. You guard your face and block her kick. She bounces back and aims to kick at your shins, hard. You jump, hopping back neatly avoiding her kick.
"Are you done?"
"No," Somin recovers quickly, spinning in a fast arc and throwing out a devastating, high roundhouse. You throw up your hands and block the kick. She staggers back, her balance off.
You seize the moment to spin around, swing low and lunge towards Somin, jamming the palm of your hand into her chin. You slide your one leg between hers and jerk back, kicking her feet out from under her and slam her down into the ground. The back of her head hits the cold tiles on the floor. You force yourself on top of her, pressing down on her chest with one knee and pant, "Four years of kickboxing, huh? Try seven years of krav maga."
She squirms under you, huffing, "Get off," and quickly lunging to get the toaster. Your eyes widen and you try to grab her hands. However, she's already about to throw the toaster when you hear the sound of metal clinking once and the toaster falling by your side.
"Nah, you're not going to hurt my wife," you turn to look at Chan, pointing the gun. He walks further ahead to the two of you. "Kim Somin, you are under arrest for the murder of Yoon Yerin, Kim Jihoon and Kim Jieun. You have the right—"
"They were all liars. All cheaters. It's not fair," she yells, struggling under your hold. You hold her wrists tighter and Chan slams the handcuffs on her.
"It's over, Somin. It's all over. The court will hear the rest, and the dead will have their peace."
"Did you reach home?"
Your phone is connected to the bluetooth speakers in your car and you hear Chan's voice in the small vehicle. You rotate the steering wheel as you turn to the right across the street. It's a comparatively quieter day, almost as if it's in stark contrast to the shit that went down last night.
"Not yet. I'm two minutes away."
"Merry Christmas, Y/N," Chan laughs and you smile, your lips pressed together to prevent you from breaking into a big grin. "Don't miss your husband too much."
"Still in character, I see." You press on the gas to reach home a little quicker. "Are you spending it alone?"
"Nah," you hear voices in the background. "I'm spending it with Felix and Han."
"Don't miss me too much either then," you tease back and pull up at your place. You park the car in the garage and sit in the car as you speak to Chan. "And I'll meet you back in office in a few days—"
"Did you reach?"
"Oh, yes?"
"Then, check the backseat. It's my Christmas gift for you," Chan says. You unbuckle your seat belt and lift yourself up to turn back and search the backseat only to find a small box. You stretch your arms to grab it and finally sit back in your seat.
"Did you find it?" You hear Chan through the speakers again. You hum in response and open the gift.
It's a necklace. A beautiful thin silver chain with a snowflake pendant hanging and you gasp, heart beating way too quick. He remembers. He remembers. He remembers. If you were not already flushed by the gift, the note stuck on the underside of the cover of the box has your mind fuzzy, feelings all over.
The moon is beautiful.
"Chan?"
"Yeah? Did you not like the gift? I'm—"
"I'm coming over in ten minutes. Send Han and Felix away. All I want this Christmas is you. Just you."
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pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader x lee felix
genre: bestfriend!au/ roommate!au, established relationship (hyunjin x reader)
warnings: some pining, felix is a confused bisexual, alcohol consumption, throwing up due to alcohol consumption, hangover, swearing, smut as in: slight voyerism & exhibitionism, unprotected piv, some mxm (just making out), virgin!felix (sorry i couldnt help it ksiohdbkk), softdom!hyunjin, switch!reader, sub!felix, shy!!!!lixie, oral (m&f), fingering, praise, minimal degradation, light spanking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms
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Felix is positive he’s going to hell, he shouldn’t be looking at his roommate and best friend like that.
“loosen up a little, lixie” you almost yell for him to hear you over the loud bass ringing in both of your chests.
Speaking of chest, shit, he’s staring again. But its not his fault, your boobs were staring at him first.
In the tight black v neck crop top that you decided to wear to todays frat party, your décolletage simply looks ravishing, especially alongside the black leather mini skirt that rounds out your ass so perfectly and exposes your thighs deliciously.
He looks at you, smiling at your hair whipping around as you swing your head to the strong bass.
“you need to drink more, you’re no fun” you grin, tugging him off to the side into the kitchen of your boyfriends frat house.
Oh yea, your boyfriend, hyunjin.
He should hate him for being so lucky to have you as his girlfriend, but he simply can’t.
Not when Hwang Hyunjin is probably the best looking but also the sweetest guy on campus.
The only guy maybe rivalling him would be seo changbin from the year above him … anyways, nothing is wrong with him.
Quite the opposite, which is why felix became good friends with him even before he met you.
And now almost a year later of hyunjin and you being together and felix being the token best friend/ third wheel, he still doesn’t know who of the two of you he’s into more.
“there we go” you coo, lifting the shot glass to felix’s lips and watching as the bitter liquid passes his lips.
His face contorts in disgust even before he manages to swallow the liqour “that’s awful” he groans, at which you laugh and pour yourself one.
“you have to fold your tongue back and just-“ you end your sentence with quickly throwing your head back and downing your own shot.
Felix grins when a short lived shudder washes over your body at the aftertaste “right” he mocks, grinningly.
A playful punch is delivered to his shoulder before a familiar voice interrupts your banter.
“drinking without me? the audacity” hyunjin grins as he makes his way over to you.
“well, it’s not our fault you take so long to get ready” you stem your arm into your hip sassily “or should I say admire yourself in the mirror for so long” you quip, cocking one brow up; laughing and squealing when hyunjin picks you up slightly and blows a raspberry into the exposed skin of your neck as a response to your teasing.
“the black hair looks good” felix finds his voice after hyunjin had put you back down and pressed a kiss to your lips.
His plump lips stretch into a bashful smile, a little dimple appearing in his left cheek “really?” he runs a hand through the long dark locks for good measure, at which you softly hit his chest.
“stop fishing for compliments, jeez” you giggle, hyunjin huffs and wraps his arms around your waist from behind.
“don’t be jealous just because lix likes me better than you” he rests his chin on your shoulder and cheesily winks at felix.
He manages to let out a somewhat not-awkward laugh even though his heart starts racing and he hopes the light is dimmed enough for the both of you not to see his red cheeks.
“oh, please there is no way he likes you better than me” you roll your eyes playfully “right, lixie?” you bat your lashes at him, crossing your arms and conveniently pressing your chest together.
Felix’s eyes flicker to your breasts before he catches himself and laughs “you guys are annoying” before grabbing one of the shots you poured earlier and bringing it to his lips hastily.
In the corner of his eyes he can see hyunjin whispering something in your ear at which you giggle and nod before you turn around to kiss him.
“I’ll be outside real quick, have to ask minho hyung something about the plumping issue” hyunjin sighs when he and felix lock eyes before pressing a kiss to your head.
“watch her” he points at felix before leaving, for him to make sure you don’t drink too much since you have the tendency to do so.
“sure” felix lips quirk upwards shortly before he takes your shot glass and downs the fluid in there as well.
“hey, that was mine” you laugh incredulously but he ignores you, pouring himself another one.
“what has gotten into you?” you giggle and take the bottle from him to pour one for yourself.
“I thought we’re gonna party” he grins already feeling a bit drowsy.
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, snickering “oh yea we are”
-
“oh,let it out” felix’s head hammers in pain as he feels your hand smooth down the expanse of his back before he rests his cheek on the frat houses toilet seat multiple hours later.
“quite a party hm?” he rasps, eyes closed. You huff “you could say that”.
“I’m sorry” he apologizes quietly.
“for what?” you brush some hair out of his face before standing up and dampening some toilet paper in cold water.
“for ruining your night” he sniffles a little.
“aw no, you didnt” you sit back down next to him, gently wiping his forehead with the cooling tissue “it’s almost over anyways, plus I barely knew anyone” you console him before the door opens.
“here you go” felix hears hyunjins voice and thinks he wants to die of embarrassment, first you have to baby him and now hyunjin sees him like that as well? shit.
“thanks babe” you mumble before leaning down into felix’s peripheral again, holding up his jacket; which hyunjin brought, felix assumes.
“lets get you home, yea?” felix nods at you question, not wanting to cause anymore trouble.
“you think you can walk?” hyunjin asks concernedly when he sees his friends pale face.
“yea yea” felix nods, slowly getting up, with which hyunjin helps him.
Once the three of you are outside the frat house, hyunjin wraps an arm around felix’s waist to help him walk straight.
Felix looks down to where hyunjins hand curls around his waist, holding him up; has he always been this strong?
“I’ll just sleep at your place okay?” hyunjin asks you.
“yea, okay” you nod, holding felixs arm as the three of you walk “you don’t have to though, we’ll be fine”
“eh, I’m not gonna let you two walk home alone, plus I haven’t seen your room since you redecorated” hyunjin winks at you.
“alright” you chuckle.
-
Felix wakes up in his own bed, in his clothes from last night; somewhat thankful that you decided not to undress him.
When he tries to sit up a sharp pain rushes through his skull, his hand lifting to his forehead as he groans.
“fuck” he swears to himself, as slowly as possible he gets out of bed to get rid of his jeans and put on some sweatpants.
Walking out of his room, he hears your giggles coming from behind your door, right across from his own.
He swallows the same dull feeling he always feels when he’s with the two of you and makes his way to the kitchen to get some painkillers and water for his head.
After putting the empty water glass that he just chugged with an advill into the sink he drags his feet back to his room.
Halfway there, he cant help but overhear a soft moan coming from behind your door and stops in his tracks.
There, another one followed by a faint ‘fuck’ which sounded like it came from hyunjin.
Its so wrong, what he’s doing. Those are his bestfriends having sex and he’s standing outside their door like some creep listening to them getting it on.
He should be disgusted by himself, yet he feels his cock stir in his pants when what sounded like your bed creaking and you yelping out your boyfriends name halls through the door.
Before felix knows what he’s doing, he’s gently pushing open your door, just a slit.
And there you are, hyunjin is sitting on the bed with you on his lap and your legs wrapped around his waist.
His cock fully hardens when he watches hyunjin help you lift yourself up and down on his length as he moans out for you.
You are facing the door but your eyes are scrunched closed and your head is thrown back in pleasure as your boyfriend sucks at your neck, your arms wrapped around his, nails digging into his broad shoulders.
Felix doesn’t even know where he should look; should he look at the barely there view he has on your tits or the way your ass and hips jiggle every time they come down onto hyunjins thighs. Should he look at the way hyunjins arms bulge with every lift of your body or the way his shoulders and back muscles ripple.
His gaze returns to your face and his heart drops because you are looking him dead in the eyes, he stumbles back and roughly bangs the door shut with him in shock.
“fuck-fuck” he chants to himself, almost scrambling into your shared bathroom and locking the door.
His heart races like it never has before as he paces through the bathroom gnawing on his thumb. Totally ignoring the way his cock throbs in need of attention.
Why didn’t you say anything? Did he only imagine you seeing him? Is he going crazy?
He turns on the shower before undressing himself, the only thing he knows right know, is not having an answer to any of his questions.
-
"good morning sunshine" hyunjin presses a kiss to your cheek and your eyes flutter open, the warm sensation you feel in your panties getting more intense thhe more concious you get.
"wha- mmh" you arch your neck and hyunjin giggles into your ear, kissing the corner of your mouth before you turn your head and capture his lips with yours.
His fingers keep rubbing you over your panties when you push the covers off of the both of you.
He kisses you feverishly, kneeling himself in between your legs and staring at the wet spot that formed on your panties, thumb still rubbing over your clit.
"please" you whine, wiggling your hips "dont tease"
Hyunjins eyes sparkle up at yours before he flashes a smile "i'd never" he leans down, dragging his tongue over your panties.
A little too loud of a moan tears from your throat as your hips buck up.
"shhh" hyunjin teases, pulling off your panties "you're gonna wake the entire building" you giggle when he smacks your butt.
"aw fuck- baby" your fingers instinctively tangle into his dark locks when his tongue starts dipping into your wetness.
His hands are wrapped around your thighs, holding them securely to the side of his head when he sucks on your clit, your back arching in response.
“taste so good, baby” he smacks his lips, hooded eyes peering up at you, when you hold yourself up to watch, he licks a bold stripe through your wetness.
“shit” your eyes roll back when you groan, dropping your head momentairily. “fuck me, right now” you hold his cheeks.
Hyunjin grins, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before sitting up and pulling down his boxers.
You lick your hand and fist his length, twisting your wrist a few times when he leans down to kiss you.
Replacing his hand with yours, he lines himself up with your entrance; groaning when he pushes inside.
“so wet baby” he punctuates each word with a kiss to your lips.
“so perfect, fuck!” you moan at his words, relishing in how he fills you up as you bare your neck for him to drag his lips along.
He rolls his hips into yours, kissing your lips at the same sensual pace.
“wanna-“ you gasp.
“what do you want baby” hyunjin breathes “tell me” he mumbles, cupping your cheek.
“wanna ride you” you crade his cheeks before connecting your lips.
“come here” the bed creaks under both of your weight when hyunjin positions you in his lap and you wrap your legs around his waist.
You cry out when sinking down onto his length again “hyunjin! shit” you claw onto his shoulders.
“I got you, love” he mouths underneath your ear, sucking on the sensitive skin.
“you’re so big” you gasp, tucking your face into his neck which entices a soft chuckle from your boyfriend.
“you’re doing so good baby” he runs his hand down your back before gripping onto your hips when you start bouncing up and down to the best of your abilities.
You throw your head back when his cock drags along your magic spot inside of you, closing your eyes when he starts sucking another bruise into your skin as you roll your hips.
“fuck-y/n” hyunjin moans agsinst your skin when your walls tighten around him.
Your mouth agapes in pleasure and you lift your head up, opening your eyes to see felix stare at the two of you, doorhandle still in hand.
You feel your self clench even more around hyunjins lengths when you see how felix is drinking in hyunjins form.
He gulps and locks eyes with you, face visibly paling as he gets startled by your sudden eye contact, launching back and ramming the door closed.
“what the-“ hyunjin turns around, halting his movements.
“fuck” you hear from outside your room, hyunjin looks back at you.
“is that-“
“felix, yes, he was watching us” you feel blood creep into your cheeks at which hyunjin grins.
“Is that why you just got so tight around me?” he giggles when you feign being appalled by his accusation.
“mmhm, what? Little slut likes when felix watches how good I fuck you, yea?” hyunjin mocks and hoists you off of him and onto your hands and knees.
“mmh-“ you whine when he delivers a smack to your right butt cheek “maybe”
-
“did you mean what you said earlier?” hyunjin asks, running his fingers up and down your side as your head rests on his bare chest.
“what?” you peer up at him through your lashes.
“that you liked it when felix watched us” he recalls, playing with a strand of your hair.
“I never said I did” you trace your finger along his pecs, he huffs.
“but you also didn’t say that you didn’t” he counters, a moment of silence filling the room.
“would you think its weird if I did?” you scooch up a little to look at him better.
“no…” hyunjin hesitates but continues when you lock eyes “I like lix, trust him” he mumbles.
You nod “yea, me too” as you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear.
-
Felix has been sneaky and successful the past few days when it came to avoiding hyunjin and you.
Hyunjin hasn’t been over since what happened the morning after the party so he didn’t worry about him. You however are still his roommate and best friend, so avoiding you is a full time job which he doesn’t know how long he can hold up.
The door to your shared apartment opens and he steps inside, exhausted from a long day of classes.
When he slips out of his shoes, he hears the tv getting turned on.
“shit” he silently curses, that means you’re in the living room and are going to see him running past you to get to his room.
Still, he tries to be quiet and hopes your peripheral vision is as bad as his avoiding techniques.
Rushing past you, he barely makes it to the corridor that leads to both of your rooms when you say his name.
“felix” you never say his full name like that, he slowly turns around to see you sit on the couch in baggy sweatpants and an oversized shirt, he assumes to be hyunjins.
“yea” his voice cracks.
“come here” you pout a little, patting the couch next to yourself and signalling him to sit down.
Felix sighs heavily before obliging to your wish.
“listen I’m sorry-“ you start but he interrupts you almost immediately.
“woah wo- what?” he furrows his brows “I literally spied on you getting it on and you’re sorry?” he feels like his eyes are going to pop out of his skull at any moment.
“I’m sorry, y/n, and I know I have to apologize to hyunjin as well” felix says, looking down at his hands and silently hoping that you don’t think of him as a creep.
“I’m not mad at you lix” you speak gently, placing one hand over his “and hyunjin isn’t either”
“really?” felix asks doubtfully, to which you nod.
“I promise, we like you a lot lixie” you swipe some hair from his forehead and his breath hitches at the minimal skin contact, feeling his cheeks heat up.
“but- i-“ he stutters but before he can finish his sentence hyunjin walks through the door.
“hey” he beams when seeing you and felix, quickly taking off his jacket and shoes and joining the two of you.
“are you joining our marvel marathon?” hyunjin smiles and felix swears he’s blushing again.
“uh- no” he’s stammering, feeling like he’s going crazy.
“we were just talking about how we are not mad at him or anything” felix sees the look you give hyunjin, wanting him to talk.
“oh, yea. no lix seriously don’t avoid us anymore, its no big deal” hyunjin places his big hand on felix’s shoulder and gently rubs it down his arm.
“yes it is!” felix finally snaps, getting up and looking at both of your shocked faces. He knows that you don’t know this side of him, that you only know the sweet and caring side and not the ‘frustraded / so damn angry at himself’ side.
“wha-“ you try to speak but he interrupts you.
“do you guys even realize how hard it is for me to be around you in general?” he stares at the both of you, seeing how your brows furrow.
“all I can think about is how you guys are perfect and made for each other but also how I cant even choose whom I am more jealous of” he breathes heavily.
“am I more into you?” he gestures towards hyunjin before whipping his head to you “or you? I don’t know!”
“and now I saw you guys- damn” he interrupts himself by frustratedly running his fingers through his hair “fuck, I just made a complete fool of myself” he mumbles, fiddling with his fingers.
You and hyunjin exchange gazes before hyunjin extents his arm towards him, at which felix sighs “I don’t want your pity, guys”
“no, lix come here” hyunjin wiggles his fingers, smiling when felix slides his smaller hand into his.
Felix feels his heartbeat intensify when hyunjin pulls him back onto the couch.
“we like you too, lixie” felixs head whips your way as soon as the words leave your lips “you’re always there for us, always have our backs” you run your hand over his chest as his eyes flicker down to watch your ministrations.
“the next time you want to watch, you can just ask to join instead” hyunjin grins and felix swallows harshly at the idea of being pressed in between the two of you.
“a-“ he starts but clears his throat because his voice cracks “are you serious?”
You nod eagerly “of course, why not? Could be fun” you grin at him.
“unless we read you completely wrong and just made you super uncomfortable, then just forget we ever had this conversation” hyunjin scratches at his forehead bashfully.
Felix’s thoughts run wild as he imagines the three of your bodies entangled in various positions, blinking to get the images out of your head.
“okay-um” you voice catapults him back into reality “sorry” you remove your hand from his chest and scooch away a little “I didn’t want to make this awkward” you shake your head apologetically.
“no!” felix blurts out all over sudden, making you flinch a little “sorry” he mumbles, placing his hand on your knee, hoping you don’t think he’s a nut job.
“its not! I- I would like that” he blushes as he plays with his fingers before he feels the couch next to him shift.
“how about” hyunjin speaks as he stands up “we postpone our movie marathon then” he grins as he holds out his hands for you and felix.
You giggle and get up before intertwining your fingers with your boyfriends, felix smiles hesitantly before sliding his hand into hyunjins free one and following the both of you to your bedroom.
“you wanna kiss me?” you ask felix, grinning when he nods rapidly.
Hyunjin sits down on your bed, watching as you lock lips with the younger boy and feeling his cock stiffen when he lets out a whine; probably because you did that thing with your tongue that hyunjin loves as well.
Felix’s face feels hot, he doesn’t know what is riling him up more, you kissing him or hyunjin watching him so intently.
“don’t forget about me, my darlings” hyunjin speaks softly, grinning when you lock eyes with him.
“undress for me” he orders, at which you let out an excited squeal and pull your oversized shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor.
“fuck” escapes out of felix’s mouth, at which hyunjin chuckles.
“you know, lix, they feel as great as they look” he locks eyes with felix, nodding at him to urge him on.
Felix tentatively raises his hands and gently cups your breasts, his breath hitching when your press your own over his and make him squeeze your boobs.
“fuck” felix repeats, making you giggle “your turn”
At this, felix becomes bright red. What the hell did he think? He couldn’t just have a threesome with his two biggest crushes ever when he had never had sex before.
“uh-i- I’ve never done this” he stammers.
“us neither, lixie” you smile understandingly.
“no-“ he sighs “i- I’ve never had sex before” ashamedly looking at the ground as hyunjin and you exchange somewhat shocked looks.
“I get if you don’t want to continue I mean, you didn’t ask for this-“ hyunjin interrupts him.
“if you want to continue we can, we have no problem with it, lix I promise” he assures his friend.
“yea-I uh-want you to be my first” felix mumbles.
“you’re so cute” you coo, cradling his cheeks and pressing some kisses to his freckly cheeks at which he squirms a little and giggles as well.
“back to the good stuff?” hyunjin tilts his head, felix nods before shakily exhaling.
“relax” you whisper, smiling when felix grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, he feels the blood rush to his cheeks when hyunjin mimics him and he has a full frontal view on his muscular torso.
His gaze averts back to you when you guide him to your bed.
“sit down” you nod to your headboard, where he scoots up to sit against, watching as hyunjin pulls you down for a kiss, moaning when you grab his bulge over his sweatpants.
“take off your pants” you moan to felix when hyunjin kisses along the side of your neck, felix nods and chokes out a ‘yeah’ before shuffling his pants off.
He strokes his cock as he watches hyunjin squeeze your chest and suck one of your nipples in his mouth.
You moan, rolling your head back before your eyes land on felix’s hard length.
Hyunjin plants a smack to your ass when you get off his lap to crawl in between felix’s legs, grinning at him before you connect your lips with his.
Running your hand down his torso before replacing his hand with yours, hyunjin slowly removes your own sweatpants.
You moan against felix’s lips when hyunjin dips his head and licks a stripe up your wetness.
“fuck” you moan, looking back at your boyfriend.
“gonna suck lixies cock, baby?” he grins, squeezing your right ass cheeks.
“yea” you nod, looking back at the boy in question, cheeks flushed as a nervous puff escapes his puffy lips.
“you want that?” you ask, looking up at him before pressing kisses to his abs.
“y-yes, please” he nods eagerly at which you hum satisfactory, twisting your wrist around his length.
“so polite” you tease him, licking a soft stripe along the underside of his cock at which he hisses ”I like it” you grin, slowly taking him into your mouth while hyunjin scissors two if his fingers inside of you, the thumb of his other hand rubbing circles into your clit.
Hyunjin watches how felix bares his neck and his eyes scrunch together in pleasure, he lifts his hand and lets it hove over your head.
“you can pull on her hair a little, she likes it” hyunjin encourages him, winking when he blushes with the realization hits that he’d been watching him.
But he does what hyunjin tells him and gently places his hands in your hair, pulling on it when you moan around his length.
“oh fuck” his head falls back against the headboard before he opens his eyes and his gaze falls on how hyunjins arms flexes with every drill of his fingers.
“m’gonna cum, fuck” you pull yourself off of felix as you yelp out in pleasure felix extending his arm to touch and squeeze your jiggling breasts.
Suddenly hyunjin stops and you let out a disappointed whine “make lixie cum and I’ll make you cum” hyunjin sneers, punctuating his sentence with another smack to your butt.
You whine but get back to work, bopping your head up and down and letting felix thrust up into your mouth occasionally.
Hyunjin continues to pump his fingers inside of you slowly, feeling how painfully hard his own cock is getting when felix moans about being close.
“cum for us lixie” he urges the younger boy on, pressing his thumb to your clit again so you would moan again.
And you do, the vibrations from your throat sending felix into bliss, hot ropes of cum filling your mouth.
You gasp for breath after swallowing his cum, groaning his disapproval when hyunjin removes his fingers from you yet again.
Felix’s chest heaves with the intensity of his high as he watches hyunjin cume up behind you and pull you up.
You arch your neck back to look at him “did you swallow?” he asks, gently holding onto your throat at which you nod with big eyes.
“show me” you obediently open your mouth and stick out our tongue for him before he kisses you.
“good girl” he mumbles.
Felix can already feel himself getting aroused again, wishing he getting praised by him as well.
As if he could read felix’s mind, hyunjin turns to him “you’re a good boy too lix” and before he can stop himself, a little whine slips past his lips at the praise.
Hyunjin grins “come here” at which felix scrambles and gets on his knees to be at eyelevel with the both of you before hyunjins hand finds his jaw and brings their lips together over your shoulder.
You bite your lip at the sight before taking the opportunity and marking the side of felix’s neck, said boy feels like he’s flying.
Hyunjins tongue intrudes into his mouth, your soft lips are all over his neck and before he knows it he’s hard again.
Your hands wander down his torso before quick fingers wrap around his length again.
“already ready to go again?” you softly giggle when the boys break their kiss, a faint string of saliva connecting them to each other.
Hyunjin grins “you wanna fuck her?” nodding at you “help me make her cum?”
“yes-yes, fuck” felix nods “please” he adds, remembering that you said you liked it when he was being polite.
Hyunjin sits in felix’s previous position and makes you sit in between his legs with your back to his chest.
“y-you’re on the pill, right?” felix asks you carefully, you just smile “yes, lixie I am”
“okay” he smiles back.
Hyunjins big hands spread your legs for felix, who experimentally brings up a finger to run it through your wet folds.
“once you’re in this pussy, I promise you wont want to leave” your boyfriend quips and you playfully slap his shoulder.
“fuck me, lixie” you turn your attention back to felix, making him nod and line up his length with your pulsating hole.
“oh my-“ his eyes close when he pushes inside for the first time.
“that’s it” hyunjins gaze is fixed on where your body connects with his friends, his hand squeezing one of your breast as he listens to the both of you moan.
Felix’s first few thrusts are shaky but soon he finds a rhythm, holding you by your waist as he bottoms out again and again.
“fuck-I wont last” he curses, his hips stuttering when hyunjin kisses his lips once more.
“faster, lixie” you interrupt their kiss with your plead, arching your neck and clawing onto hyunjins arm when he starts rubbing at your clit once more.
“fuck-please don’t stop” you cry out when you feel hyunjin sucking at your neck, felix is breathing heavily; trying to hold out but he feels himself fall once more as he spills his cum into you.
You cum a few seconds later, your walls clamping down on his length and making him groan in overstimulation as you tremble with the aftershocks.
“fuck” you pant, prying hyunjins hand away from your sensitive bud at which he chuckles and complies, pressing a kiss to your hairline.
Felix and you are still catching your breaths when hyunjin breaks the silence.
“you better still have some energy left, ‘cause we are far from done”
-
a/n: imma edit tomorrow cause i havent had dinner yet and tumblr frozee and now im mad and hungry omg im haangryyhfichfpweh anyways hope u liked it i’ll add tags later cause like i said im maddfhnfhpiernhfp3rj
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angst, fluff, suggestive, royal!au, cw: war, 5.3k
you were barely eighteen when you accepted the hand in marriage of the son of the duke and duchess of levanter. seo changbin - an affluent heir to an impossible fortune - almost had you surprised when you found his interest in you was unlike that of your fellow bachelorettes. naturally, their interest was fuelled by an insatiable greed and a hot desire for financial prosperity. as should yours, as was yours. not changbin though. no, changbin prided himself on many things unfitting for a man of his status, even his age. he wondered not of your family’s alliances or existing trading partners, but of religion and upbringing. he tsked at mention of your international estates, unless in regard to your memories there. he was complimentary of your attire, less in expense but rather in beauty. changbin wanted to know of your favourite season, and your preferred time of day. who was your favourite poet, and from them your favourite poem. he was obsessed with your knowledge of the world, or rather your interest in it. you had been to neo, but did you really see it, really explore? and if not would you care to? did you prefer sugar or honey in your tea? your bread buttered or oiled? to sleep bare or in silk? he wanted to know what side of the bed you preferred to sleep on, if you were adverse to cuddling and if so, if you could be persuaded.
to be fair, he only spoke with you like this for two reasons. the first being your shared upbringing. after almost two decades of friendship, having you enter his home in the prospect of being his wife didn’t come as a surprise to the young bachelor, but rather a relief. he spent days in and days out discussing family politics, ancestry, and accounts. he chose to ignore the blatant issue there, sharing the intricacies of his family’s wealth and heritage with these ladies from kingdoms and countries he’d been too busy to pay any mind in schooling. he knew his ignorance could come back to bite him and it did, especially as you entered his home looking far prettier than he had ever recalled you looking. he held his tongue before he could whistle, but you could see his smirk all the same. it softened into a grin as he bowed, you returning the pleasantry with a lot less pleasantness than he offered you. he welcomed it all the same. it was why he could be free on this day. speak about the things that would effect you two as one another’s, not you two as one.
your presence also meant he didn’t have to pussyfoot around. he didn’t have to fear your hatred, nor your judgement. though your eyes rolled more than the actual number of potential brides he had become acquainted with. he let f bombs slip, and his guard down. he frolicked with you through the grounds you already knew so well, and guided you through the parts once forbidden to the rambunctious children you once were. he walked you to the kitchen and asked for bread, as opposed to stealing it like you both once would. he tried to describe the estate’s chambers as best he could, detailing the art a then prince hyunjin had gifted him and your childish scratchings still on his door frame.
‘you can see it one day,’ he had whispered under the willow tree on the grounds, watching the way your fingers clung loosely to the weeping leaves. ‘it’s still as it was when we were children.’
‘and how would i do that?’ the question is valid enough, though he frowns, tilting his head. ‘i did not realise i had uttered a riddle, my lord.’
‘well neither had i,’ he tutted, moving to latch onto the same branch you once held. ‘and here i was, assuming you to be the smart one.’
‘i am the smart one.’
‘then answer me this,’ he began, pausing to firmly elaborate, ‘plainly.’ your eyes roll for the umpteenth time at his silent warning before you concede with a nod. ‘how might you see my bed?’
with a sigh you deadpan, ‘if you were to make me your wife.’
‘so to see my bed, and your vandalism-’
‘scribbles.’
‘i must make you my wife.’
‘it seems quite the extreme just to see some old scribbles.’ if changbin senses the hidden meaning to your words, he gave nought away. ‘mightn’t someone just bring me a piece of the bed? i’m sure it’s almost past its use, just peel the pane off. and why still the same bed? you are a young lord of age now, don’t you think-’
‘you know you prattle when you’re nervous?’
‘i do no such thing-’
‘it’s cute.’
‘changbin! how are you so sure i want to be your wife, hm?’ you half questioned, moving away from his looming figure. ‘i only came because your parents asked me here.’
‘y/n, i have known you a long time,’ he punctuates his reminder by closing the distance you so bravely placed between you. ‘if you wished not to be here, you would have found no greater pleasure than to decline the invitation.’ that much is not only true but undeniable. the seo’s was your third courting invite this month alone. you knew, and worse, changbin knew. ‘is it so hard to admit that i might have soften that hardened heart of yours?’
‘i find no pleasure in your games, changbin.’
‘what game, y/n? can a man not just want you?’ your eyes betray you as you try to expel the softness conjured by his taunt. a taunt that is starting to sound less like a taunt, and more like a confession. ‘can i not just want you?’
‘how do i know you want me, bin?’ you pressed, pressing your back to the leaning trunk of the all encompassing tree. ‘how do i know you don’t just want a way out of this endless cycle of mindless heiresses?’
‘you said my parents asked you here?’ your head bobbed as he approached you, nodding in time with you before he stopped a foot before you, smiling eyes gazing right at you. ‘who do you think asked them?’
you were married that fall. under that same willow tree, in the presence of his royal highness and his kin, your family and the seos. the affair was small like you both wanted. small like your needs. you joked marrying you was a cop out, as he spun you around the gardens, escaping the intimate celebrations in the grand banquet hall to enjoy the breeze on your skin and feel the wind in your hair. it was the first time he held you since your dance lessons as kids. where you would lead and he would follow. he once swore he would follow you anywhere. both literally and figuratively. around the grounds of your childhood home, in all your beliefs and ideologies. he filled his mind and self with your gospel and truth, infatuated with your manner of thinking, how you arrived at conclusions. changbin spent his whole childhood falling in love with you.
‘you weren’t a cop out,’ he breathed into the shell of your ear, humming as you lay your head on his shoulder. pressing his lips to your temple he confessed, ‘you were my only choice.’
that night, the two of you consummated your marriage under that same willow tree. his hands clinging to your waist as he ground his hips into you. his tightened breaths filling the drum of your ear with every snap, his lips closing around the skin of your jaw, summoning the most satisfying whines he could draw from you. his lover. his friend. his lady.
in his absence, you remind him of this night. how biting the bark had been on your skin, the autumn air stinging your already teary eyes. his last letter arrived over a fortnight ago, it spoke of his fears at battle, the treacherous methods of his enemies. the only face he prays to see again and until that day, the only face he will dream of. you have sent a handful of letters since then, yet still sour as you awake another day to no news. you sigh as you grab your quill, letting the ink drip before signing off your letter.
‘my dearest, changbin. a season separates us, but only a season could.’
it isn’t long after you seal it that you are summoned to the hwang holiday estate. the royal family have a long history of retreating to the country when the weather is a touch higher than that of luke warm water, or near cool cinder. the seo’s residence is but a short carriage ride from the estate, though a tad longer walk. you often opt to walk as you do today, taking no larger than foot long strides between the cobbled paths. your guard walks in time with you, though no more than a few feet behind. he had never been one for small talk, you quickly came to realise. though, since neither is your husband, you feel an odd sense of relief, normality, even in his absence. you try and enjoy the song of the breeze through the willow, the scent of the king’s rose garden carried on its back. it’s hard over the creak of your guard’s hurried stomps, his pace doubling with every corner you take. you only verbalise your awareness of his impatience when he arrives beside you, hastened to strike the door to announce your arrival.
“master yang,” you call softly as you two await entry. “if i did not know any better, i would say you were rushing me.”
“apologies, my lady,” he confesses, stepping back at your side without any question. though, when he gulps, you eye him with a softened concern. “i was informed you were summoned due to a grave emergency.”
“worry not, jeongin.” you chide, recalling your highness’ idea of an emergency. “the king often calls when the queen is away and he is tasked with matters such as assigning dinner seating.” jeongin looks as if he is about to ask when you add, “she says his involvement humbles him.” when he nods, you straighten as the door swings open, a servant welcoming you in. “yes, there is nothing to fear, master yang.”
only, falser words had never been spoken.
you are quick to note the tremor in the king’s frame as he hurries to stand upon your arrival, rushing you through the official pleasantries of an official summoning. “lady seo.”
“your highness.” you reply, your knee bending as you politely lower your head. “how are you on this fine afternoon-”
“i apologise, y/n. but as you know, i didn’t call you hear on matters of leisure.” he politely interrupts, a flush of embarrassment flooding his cheeks as you frown. “when was last you heard from him?”
“heard from who?”
“from—” hyunjin’s confused gaze cuts to his informants, a few members of his court shying away from him before he marvels at them. “has lady seo not been informed?” when he receives no reply, you feel yourself shrink as the gentle king bellows, “why has lady seo not been informed?”
“informed of what—”
“the order of information begins with yourself sire, before reaching the court, the council, the lady and then the people.”
“i specifically requested she be kept informed. why has she not been kept informed?”
“well, your grace, the lady of a knight is only to be informed once official word is received from the battlefield and delivered to you sire.”
“official word of what—”
“which came through this morning and you are about to deliver the information to the lady.”
“king hyunjin!”
gasps fill the room from all but the king himself. he doesn’t falter, instead he turns to move towards you, his eyes growing more fearful, more earnest as he approaches. he shudders at the thought of delivering this message. he even scolds himself for attempting to delegate such responsibility. you are a friend. not only to the crown, but to the royal family itself. before heavy crowns kissed their heads. before rings ever kissed your knuckles. you were his friend. you had always been a friend to him, and the only time you had ever needed him was now and he had let you down.
“we received word that neo soldiers stormed our fortress in miroh. while we have received word from a few troops who were able to escape, we have yet to ascertain who of the full fleet have made it to safety.” when he pauses to gulp he sees your eyes gleam, breaths shallow. his hands then find yours, gripping your shaky, sweaty digits tightly. “we have received no word from changbin’s troop,” he stops when you gasp, your tears falling, cascading down and around your stained cheeks, your lip trembling. “but we have been able to track a number of our men back through the yellow wood, south of levanter.”
“i-is he there? is he okay?”
“we are yet to hear word,” the tears continue to fall, and he hates himself but all he can do is continue, divulge everything he knows. “they plan to set up camp on the edge of the wood, so i will make my way there now and have word sent back to you as soon as i find him.”
“no,” you refuse, snatching your hands away to drag them over your stained cheeks. “i cannot wait, i will join you.”
“as will i,” jeongin pipes up behind you, his voice an odd comfort once more. “your grace.”
“it is no place for a lady,” hyunjin tries, sighing when you just scowl, already mid curtsey as you preempt his agreement and dismissal. “i will have a carriage sent for you at once.”
“would taking just a horse quicken my arrival?”
“i-it would,” he discloses reluctantly, watching you ready yourself to decline the carriage. “for my sake though,” your scowl returns, ignoring the concern from the king. “i implore you to take the carriage. the yellow wood is far from kind..” you decode his meaning before he ever finishes speaking. the yellow wood is far from safe.
“but is this not the same wood my husband’s troop plans to take, sire?” hyunjin’s nod comes seconds later, shame tensing his jaw. hyunjin is visibly trying to appreciate your patience after having all this information dumped on you. but hyunjin also recalls the threats you readily made and followed through on in your younger years. so much so, he fears the worst of you when you bow before slowly approaching him, voice but a decibel higher than a nat’s buzz to threaten him. the king. before as many witnesses as it takes to have your head. “fine. i will take the carriage.
“but i regret to inform you i have fallen victim to the sick allure of hope. so if this carriage takes him from me? if i am too late? i will burn your kingdom to the ground, jinnie. mark my words.”
only once you leave does hyunjin breathe, noticably shaken by the violent rage existing within the women of his kingdom. “ready her carriage.” he suddenly commands, terrified of letting you down. “i want her there by nightfall.”
hyunjin had not embellished the treachery of this road. you had halted close to ten times in the first six hours of the journey. thanks to forewarning by the king and his council, your guards were prepared to be extra vigilant. weary from all sides of the carriage, bandits who fell from the trees and ambushed from the sides did not live long enough to prevail. from dawn til dusk, the wood falsified night with its woven rotted branches and the gradually setting sun, seeing was becoming more hopeless yet more crucial. without a maid for travelling company and jeongin busy guarding your personage, you were once again left with your thoughts. in times of dire woe, you called on memories of your love, though they read more like dreams. this dream is one that only longing for the man you prayed awaited you on the end of this perilous journey could conjure. because not only do you miss him, you fear for him. not much has changed.
‘you think i am going to get myself killed?’ he breathed, nipping at your clavicle as you rest in his lap. ‘have you no faith in me?’
‘of course i do,’ you defend, gasping as he clamps down, teeth rolling your skin. ‘i just-’
‘you just.. what?’ he doesn’t expect an answer. or so you suspect. especially following a slow drag of your thinly veiled heat over his firmed thigh. ‘you think i would ever abandon you?’
‘no, binnie,’ you start, rising from him with a sigh. ‘i just know you.’
‘you do?’ he ponders sweetly, gazing up at your shining eyes. ‘and what is it you know?’
‘you’re powerful, but far too stubborn.’
‘you know,’ he hums, crossing his thick arms as a small pout steals the lips of the strongest man in the kingdom. ‘for someone who claims to adore me, you tend to speak ill of me every chance you get, my lady.’
‘must the two be exclusive?’ when his frown only deepens, his folded arms tightening, you sigh once more. returning to his spread legs, you perch yourself on them, raising your steady fingers to the creases painting the forehead of the most stubborn man you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. he softens only slightly, his pouted lip closing around yours when you lean in, silently asking his forgiveness. ‘for every ill spoken word, i make up for with countless good, bin.’
‘such as?’ he huffs, knowingly egging you on.
with a small smile, you offer a final peck to his lips before praising the knight beneath you. ‘i know you will fight valiantly.’ you admit, pride permeating right through you to the man you call yours. ‘you will bring honour to your family, to your country.’ with the pads of your fingers, you tuck his hair behind his ear, cooing as he relaxes at your touch. ‘you will be a hero, my love.’
‘and this all worries you?’
‘do you know who will keep your legacy alive, changbin?’ his frown returns at concern for your quivering lip, a sudden fear seeping into your tone. ‘me. your widow.’ he begins to shake his head, a half assed assurance on the tip of his prideful tongue when you remind, ‘it may vex you to hear this, but please remember your knighting was in part an award for your bravery, but also in large part to hyunjin’s love for you.’
‘how can you say that-’
‘since bang chan the brave, name a knight who lived to see his knighting. just one, bin. name one who knelt before their king and felt the sword atop their shoulders. name one who did not die in battle, leaving their grieving widow to accept a meaningless commendation of his honour?’
‘you call your father’s commendation meaningless?’
‘don’t make me laugh, bin.’ your scoff would wound him had you not uttered, ‘i would have rathered he be the one to walk me down the isle the day i married you. knowing my father loved me enough to protect his country is a nice sentiment, but don’t you dare assume i would take that honour over his life.’
‘hey,’ he calls, holding you in his lap as you try to move from him. ‘my love, i didn’t mean to offend.’
‘i know,’ in these seconds you see past the facade, the knight that your husband is. you only see what you fell in love with. you see the compassion, the understanding. ‘bin, i need you to understand. really understand.’ with his cheeks cradled in your palms, you plead with your love. ‘you mean everything to me, seo changbin. before i ever realised you did. i will not let this mindless war take you from me.
‘don’t be a hero, changbin. leave that to some village boy with a chip on his shoulder, with something to prove.’ he nuzzles into your palm as he listens to your plea, gazing into your warning eyes. ‘just come back to me, okay? don’t make me beg.’
‘what if it helped your case?’ he mumbled into your skin, his lips gently puckering as his palms glide up the side of your neck. his tongue slid betwixt your parted lips, trying to exorcise any and all tension from your trembling frame. with another soft pucker of his lips, a suck on your wet muscle has you loosening, falling into him as he moves to embrace you. ‘would you?’
‘do not mock me.’
‘i would never,’ you find this hard to believe as he smirks like a man with ten knives readied for your back. they come as kisses instead, they line the column of your neck, followed closely by his thumbs as he angles your head toward him. ‘you just seem ready to, so i would love to hear it.’
‘perhaps i will marry that lee boy, with the speckled cheeks. i hear the maids think he’s a descendant of fairies, born from the very stars that kiss his face-’ the words halt in your throat as he flips you, firmly pinning you to the goose down.
‘you seem to have thought this through..’
‘have i much choice?’ you huff, glaring at his thoughtful gaze. ‘one tends to ponder such things when faced with their husband’s imminent demise.’ he only sighs, eyes rolling skyward as he asks the gods, old and new, why they ever chose you for him. ‘i hear his line is filled only with beautiful men. who was his ancestor again? minho the something.’
‘you know,’ refusing to come to your aid, he gathering up the hem of your silks. ‘most men would have your head by now.’
‘-magnificent! it was minho the magnificent!’
‘maleficent.’
‘hm?’
‘his name,’ nipping at the exposed skin of your chest, his hand tugs at the starched fabric as he corrects you. ‘it was minho the maleficent.’
‘oh,’ you breathe, less in defeat but rather in sweet contentment. ‘and why is that?’
‘because, my sweet,’ he huffs into your chest, resting on the heels of his palms planted either side of your cushioned head. ‘he burned all of levanter to the ground when his queen died.’
‘yes, he did.’ changbin only strokes the skin of your cheek as you pout, his eyes rolling at your uncanny ability to bring everything back to his encroaching departure. ‘and my husband will not even skip one war for me.’
‘’one war’?’ he smirks, dropping his lips to your exposed breast, tongue sweeping over your teased nipples. ‘you speak as though war is like an evening in a tavern.’
‘both tend to end in regret,’ you jest, or attempt to. it is growing increasingly difficult to barter with him as he presses his lips to your stomach, his body lowering in kind with his touch. before he can disappear entirely from view, you rise. as he rises with you, you are stunned by his rosey cheeks, the flush journeying to his neck as you rest on your elbows. he sees your turmoil. your clear desire for him shadowed painfully by your love and fear. he drops a kiss to your hip, his knuckles dusting the veiled bead of your heat, eyes hard on you as you falter, head lolling to the side before you regain your strength. ‘bin?’
‘hm?’
‘stay.’ it’s faint. so faint he barely recognises it as a plea. he only sighs, his forehead pressed to your abdomen as he purges your wet eyes from his memory. ‘please say you will stay. i cannot bear the thought of a winter without you.’
‘my love,’ changbin speaks into your skin, lowly beseeching your understanding while praying for your peace. ‘a season might separate us,’ he hums, expertly parting your thighs as he offers a lone kiss to your mound. ‘but only a season could.’
“my lady?” jeongin’s voice is first to break you from your nostalgic nightmare. the second is the cries of injured men. “we have arrived.”
the edge of the wood is a wounded minefield. limbless soldiers, knights and footmen alike, are dotted around the dimly lit field. your eyes gloss over at the heaped bodies, and water at the stench. “how long have they been here?”
“just under a week,” jeongin recalls, holding his hand out to stop you as medics pass with a burnt body on a stretcher. “it is hard to believe this is the winning camp.”
“there are no winners in war, jeongin.” you whisper, watching a man close the eyes of his fallen comrade a pair approach to drop his body in a mass grave. a fight ensues. “only loss.”
“y/n?” you halt at the call, half sprinting at the sight of han jisung, wearing a smile warm enough to light the night. “i thought his highness was jesting when he said you’d be here.”
“han!” you cried, latching onto him with a grip that nearly winded him. “thank god, thank god.”
“more like thank changbin,” he wheezed, squeezing you back just as tight, lifting you a few feet off the ground. “had he not been here, i would have surely-”
“where is he?”
“-died.” he only grins as you stiffen, recognising his part in your terror a second too late. “oh! no! he isn’t dead! he is alive! very alive!” his eyes flicker to a scowling jeongin, gulping down an apology as he gestures to his left. “come.”
further from the wood and slowly decaying corpses are the tents. some somehow less grand than a teepee, some spacious enough for a few hours sleep. jisung guides you both up to the largest of the lot, where you find an ill tempered king hyunjin growing increasingly more so. “no, leave him be.”
“had we known you were coming your grace- we can have him moved immediately.”
“your king gave you an order, soldier.” jisung chimes in, tongue slotting into the swell of his cheek as he gestures to you over his shoulder. “now move out of the way or i’ll have you explain to lady seo why she can’t see her husband on account of your insubordinance.”
“yes, sir.”
hyunjin bristles at jisung’s ability to command his men with little effort before he softens at your restless gaze. “he’s been asking for you.”
the grandeur of the king’s tent suits changbin well, you think. a fire crackles at the furthest end, masked only by a large canopy where you know he rests. the four poster bed takes up most of the space, and around it lays tin bowls, rags, blankets and water. the room seems barely lived in bar the knight whose faint breaths float toward you through the warm air. you feel yourself stalling, too busy taking in the space to recognise your fear. what will you find when you pull the curtain away? what remains of your husband, your lover, your friend? will he still have the same warm eyes and full cheeks? will his hands still fit in yours? his feet still step in time with yours? will he look the same, sound the same even? you swallow down this fear, and instead bask in the joy that he’s alive. your husband is alive. and nothing separates you. not a season, nor a wood. not time or conflict. only your fears.
and then they don’t. when you pull back the veil, nothing separates you but air. a soft man made gust as you reveal the man you’d once called your friend, only to call your betrothed and then yours. the fire barely lights the room yet still he glows. he lies bare from the waist up, his abdomen bandaged in rolls of cotton, his chest exposed. you watch it, the slow rise and fall of the place you longed to rest your head, you dreamt of dreaming on. before you realise, you have lowered yourself beside him, careful not to disturb him, nor his wound. before you can call for him he smiles. even in his state of slumber, he leans into your touch. before you meet his eyes, you feel his on you.
“you came.” he whispers, a heavy breath of relief escaping him as your thumb dusts his cheek.
“of course,” you try, before taking your lip between your teeth, fearful your tears might dampen his skin. you kneel at his side, carefully ridding yourself of your outer garments, before returning your hand to his cheek. “how do you feel?”
“now?” he smirks, wincing as a laugh runs through him. “wonderful.”
“and before?”
“so, so.” he murmurs with a kiss to your palm. “a sword to the stomach will do that to you.”
“do i have han jisung to thank for that?”
“no,” he coughs, recalling his sacrifice. “only me.”
“well that’s good,” you hum, employing the upmost care when leaning over him. “because i would hate to think my knight was blindsided.”
“never,” his assurance fans your lips, as yours hover over his. “only by you.”
you almost forgot how it felt to kiss him. the feeling only coming in dreams. there was no memory strong enough to conjure the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. the slow melt of tender skin on skin, the warmth, his gentle caress. his kiss is slow, but even in his prime he took his time. his lips close around yours with such timing and precision, ushering a slow burn of desire from the heels of your feet all the way up to the crown of your head. he knew how to expunge pain and fear from you, to free you from your demons, to reinvigorate you. to love you.
he’s weak. in all the worst ways. his body, his will. he raises his hand to your neck, pulling you closer as he presses his tongue between your lips, connecting the muscles with little intent of parting. he swallows around you, drinking you in, keeping that same, slow and teasing pace. only to pull you closer.
“you need your rest,” you pant into his mouth, resting all your weight on your arms as he pulls you back down, pinning your forehead to his.
“no,” he refuses, sweeping his thumb along your jaw. “i need you.” his voice shakes then, unlike him. unlike the man you know. “only you.”
“is that why you called me here?” you tease, silently wiping his tears away, silently reading the fear in his eyes. he begs them away though warms at your easy dispelling. “to use me?”
“my love,” he laughs, ignoring the pain in favour of basking in your smile. “you know i did not call for you.” when you move to argue, he recalls, as if he were there, “‘would taking just a horse quicken my arrival?’”
“i might have been here sooner if-”
“this,” raising his other arm, he gathers your face in his palms, “is soon enough.”
safe.
“okay.” you agree, allowing him to tug you closer once more. you let him kiss you without restraint. you let him curl his fingers into your neck, ignoring his wincing and kiss him through it. you let his grunts mask his pain, his teeth rolling your lip between the rows, you let him share it. you let him have you, because despite the odds he stayed alive. he stayed alive for you. and that was enough. “i love you.”
he blinks up at your shining eyes, guiding your wet cheeks to his puckered lips. “i love you,” he whispers back against your lips, feeling himself heal at just the touch of your hand. “only you.”
because only a season separated you. but now, not even a season could.
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