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SAYING SOMETHING THEY DIDN'T MEAN IN A FIGHT | PERFORMANCE UNIT

𐙚 JUN 

it would take a lot for jun to say something he didn’t mean, especially when it comes to you. he was always wary of what he was saying during fights or quarrels to not say something he’d regret later, but there were times where he was just too tired to think about what he was saying. i think he’d be the quickest out of all of them to apologise, like the second the hurtful words leave his mouth he’s already apologising, he just can’t stand your sad and disappointed expression. 

“i’m so sorry, honey. i didn’t mean it, i truly didn’t mean it. i know i can’t make excuses now, i’m so sorry, baby.” 

jun started babbling, not even letting you breathe after what he had just said. you wouldn’t lie - his words hurt, especially because jun never raised his voice at you during fights, so yes, you were sad and upset, but at the same time, a part of you couldn’t help but think how adorable he looked right now. 

jun’s eyes were wide in panic, and he was holding your hands tightly in his, as if he was scared that you’d run away, which to be honest - you’d do if he didn’t have such a strong hold on you. hearing something so hurtful from the person you loved the most wasn’t easy, you felt betrayed and disappointed by his actions, but you didn’t want him to get so worked up over this either. “jun, baby, calm down.” 

“no, i won’t. you have to believe me that i didn’t mean it.” you cupped his face in your hands, so his frantic eyes would focus on you for more than a second. “let’s just talk about it, k’ay?” 

jun nodded his head quickly, helping you settle on the couch next to him, where you’d calmly talk about what had just happened (he’d keep on apologising for the rest of the day, even if you said you forgave him).

𐙚 HOSHI 

things could get heated with this one really quickly, especially if he was stressed because of work or his schedules. hoshi would never intentionally take out his anger on you, but at the same time i don’t think he’s the best at managing his emotions, especially anger. he’d be so disappointment in himself after, though - like, the moment he says something hurtful (that he of course didn’t mean) he’d blame himself so much, and knowing that he hurt you would break his heart. 

no words could describe the disappointment and embarrassment with himself that hoshi felt then. how could he hurt his loved one in such a cruel way? you didn't do anything wrong and he let his words and anger get the best of him, leaving you sobbing quietly in the middle of the living room. 

“baby…” he felt like he didn’t deserve to call you that after what he had said, and you definitely looked even more upset hearing the pet name. “why would you say that?” you asked, your voice laced with so much sadness, hoshi felt his own heart breaking. he was sure your crying face would haunt him in his dreams now, but he deserved it. 

hoshi knew it’d be for the best to leave you alone for a while now, so you could calm down and collect your thoughts, but he was afraid that if you left now, you wouldn't come back. he wouldn't even realise when his own tears would start running down his cheeks too. “I’m so sorry,” he’d whisper, covering his face in shame. 

“i can’t hear you, honey,” you sniffled, wiping your face dry. “i-i’m s-sorry,” he hiccuped between the sobs. at the end, you both would start crying in each other's embrace. 

of course you wouldn't forgive him right away, but you didn't want him to worry that you would leave him.

𐙚 MINGHAO 

i feel like making minghao mad isn’t that hard, but that doesn’t mean he’d just lash out and take all of his anger on you, especially because he is a person that is good at managing his emotions. things could get really heated because of his pettiness and passive aggressiveness, though. sometimes he wouldn’t think through what he was saying or how he was acting, and how it would affect you. 

“wow, minghao,” you muttered, looking at him with disbelief. “is there anything else you’d like to tell me?” 

when he didn’t answer, you turned on your heel and walked out to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. minghao, on the other hand, stood in the middle of the living room trying to wrap his head around what had just happened - what he had just said to you. the guilt started to catch up to him, his chest filling with crushing pain.

what made minghao feel even worse was that he didn’t react immediately and apologised. he didn’t even realise how much his words had hurt you at that moment, which made him feel like he was the worst boyfriend ever. 

he’d give you some time alone, but when bedtime came, he’d softly knock on the door, your favourite snacks on a plate, and your favourite hoodie of his in his hand, and wait for you to open up. then, he’d apologise and have a proper, calm conversation with you. it was rare that you went to bed angry, minghao always made sure you’d make up before falling asleep, because in no universe would he be able to fall asleep knowing you were angry with him.

𐙚 CHAN 

chan would never intentionally say anything to hurt you, you were the love of his life and he swore to do anything to keep you happy and safe at all times, so you’d have to get in a really big fight for him to say something hurtful. and honestly it would break his heart seeing your reaction to his words, he just wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. and as much as i don’t think that chan is an insecure person, i think he’d need a lot of reassurance after a fight that you still love him and that you’re not going to leave him. 

chan stared in horror as a tear ran down your cheek. “baby, i didn’t… i don’t-” he saw your eyes fill with even more tears and if he only understood what had just happened, he would have immediately hugged you, but the problem was that he himself didn't know what had just happened. how the fuck could words like those even leave his mouth? 

“are u going to say anything else?” you asked, sadness filling your voice. "say something chan," but he couldn't, he stood still, he even stopped breathing. shame and embarrassment consumed him completely, he didn't know how he would ever be able to look at himself after saying such nasty words to you. 

he would stand and watch as you passed by him to leave the apartment, but he still wouldn't be able to move. when he finally realised that you had left the house and left him, he would just break down and cry in the middle of the room from the feeling of being so helpless. what if you really left him?

he wouldn't try to text or call you because he’d be afraid that all he’d hear would be "we’re over chan, don't call me ever again," and he wouldn't be surprised if you did. he acted like a total jerk.

when it finally started to get dark and you managed to calm yourself down, you went back to your place to calmly talk to your boyfriend, but all you’d find would be chan sleeping on your side of the bed, cuddled into your pillow with dried tears on his cheeks. that night he would be the little spoon, cuddled in your arms.

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THE FIANCÉ | chapter four

— THE FIANCÉ

synopsis: a mysterious pink fishing vest. a fiancé who wakes up in the middle of nowhere. and an upcoming wedding on the line. there's only so much you can take before you let your perfect future crumble before your eyes.

a/n: is chan back? or is it pi cheolin pretending to be chan? who knows? one more chapter left! I hope you are all enjoying this mini series - nu ♡

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💬 u need to get a grip idk

content dino x f!reader one shot smau fluff humour

warnings cursing one mention of dying

synopsis; dino blowing his bank account to impress u

thoughts on dino teaching his pretty girl how to ride him <3

when he's first teaching you to ride him, he's going to be soooo careful and gentle with you. he will give you encouraging words and praise, all the while slipping in a few profanities and obscenities to keep you going.

"you're such a good girl for me, look how well you ride me, are you sure you haven't done this before?"

it would take everything in him to not cum immediately, seeing your body move the way it does on top of him. he has to get a solid grip on your hips, and would occasionally jolt his hips up to get his cock deeper inside you.

"can you...grind your hips for me darling?" his voice would be raspy as he feels his stomach tighten, your body moving in all the right ways to get him close to his orgasm. your whines and whimpers don't help his case either.

and as soon as you grind your hips, it's all over for him, as he fills you to the brim with his cum, low groans escaping his lips. even in his post-orgasmic bliss, he doesn't fail to flip you over and fuck himself into you until you cum as well.

“Choi Seungcheol must die” Epilogue

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A year later

The morning sun filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow that gently penetrates the small gaps in your closed eyes. With a sleepy squint, you flutter your lashes as you gradually emerge from a deep slumber. Shifting your head from the pillow, a hand extends out from the cozy depths of the blanket, wrapping around your frame.

“Stop it…” a groaning voice protests.

“You're the one who wanted to share my bed,” you mumble, nuzzling into their chest. “Face the consequences.”

They respond by pulling you into a tighter embrace, their arms enveloping you, and their chin finds a comfortable perch on the crown of your head. “Fine,” they mutter, the warmth of their breath brushing against your hair.

As the two of you engage in this intimate morning ritual, another head pops into view. With a bemused expression, she scrutinizes the scene, her presence intruding on the moment that might seem suspicious to any outside observer. Her eyes, filled with curiosity, take in the details of the shared embrace, brimming in a playful curiosity.

"Minji, you're suffocating her.”

“I'm not…” Minji growls, her voice weak and sluggish.

“Maybe a little,” you manage to squeak, though the amusement in your tone is evident.

Finally, Minji releases you, her fingers gently loosening their grip, and she chooses to bury herself underneath the covers in a futile attempt to shield herself from the intrusion of the morning light. The soft rustling of blankets marks the end of the embrace, and you feel the lingering warmth on your skin as she seeks refuge from the brightness. Turning your attention to your savior, Gyuri, you find her already poised and ready to embrace the day. She stands with a graceful confidence, her attire impeccable and thoughtfully chosen for the day ahead. The morning sunlight catches the subtle details of her outfit, casting a gentle glow on her figure.

“Thank you.” You said with a voice devoid of consciousness.

“We can’t begin our morning with manslaughter,” Gyuri responds with a chuckle, her tone retaining its bubbly and inviting quality.

Sweeping the room with a more deliberate scrutiny, your discerning gaze catches a subtle irregularity. "We're short one."

“Breakfast served for my lovely ladies.”

Haru makes her presence known along a tray full of breakfast painted in shades of red and pink. From eggs to ham, and scones to her specialty pancakes, glistening in the honey gloss of the syrup and valentine sprinkles topping it all off. A grin stretches across your face as you're drawn in by the irresistible aroma, prompting you to join in and assist your friend in the pleasant surprise.

“Haru, you shouldn’t have,” you gush.

“Can't have our Galentine weekend without heart-shaped pancakes. Or bacon.”

“I’m up,” Minji stirs from her slumber, immediately alert at the mention of her favorite morning food.

A burst of excitement surged through the group as you and your friends hurriedly converged, exchanging laughter and animated banter. The anticipation of the upcoming meal heightened as each of you took turns crafting plates, carefully selecting and arranging a delectable array of food to share in bed. The air buzzed with a vibrant energy, a communal spirit filling the space as the aroma of the feast enveloped everyone. It starts your morning off right.

Since the fiasco that was ‘Choi Seungcheol must die,’ your public persona has evolved significantly from being labeled as the girl who supposedly shattered the campus heartthrob's—well—heart to normal girl once again. While a handful may still harbor disdain, you've garnered admiration from many others, including the lovely ladies seated around you sharing a meal. Despite have all dated the same man at least once, you've managed to forge genuine connections, finding common ground and shared interests that transcend your ex.

Basking in the sisterhood of this unique friend group proved to be a breath of fresh air. The unwavering support from these like-minded women has become a source of comfort, and you find yourself smiling at the regularity with which their presence graces your life.

"Oh," Gyuri polishes off the last bite of her syrup-soaked pancake and casually drops the bomb, "We should go to the Valentine fair in town. It’ll be cute and fun. All of the guys would be there too.”

“Will Mingyu be there?” Minji muses, a sly grin curling her lips.

“Minji, really?”

Minji playfully waves her fingers over her face, emphasizing the importance of facial features. “I’m just saying, good looks run in your family. Didn’t stop at you or your fine ass brother.”

Gyuri rolls her eyes. “Gross.”

“Come on, I deserve a chance. Y/n did.”

“Pardon,” you ask with a mouthful of eggs. You swallow the remaining food, thanking Gyuri, who wipes food from the corner of your lips.

"Yeah, the gorgeous guy you rejected, who's still holding onto feelings for you, along with my little brother, by the way. It’s about time he has someone new to look at and I can be that someone. If only his thoughtful little sister would steer him my way."

Gyuri lightly nudges the girl, nearly knocking off her glasses before he regains her posture. “I am not setting you two up. You both annoy me enough as is. I can’t imagine what’d happen if you were together.”

“You hate me. Just say that.”

“Minji…” Gyuri warns. “You know that’s not true.”

“Gyuri hates me,” Minji whines shedding fake tears. “She despises the potential of me being a sister-in-law.”

The youngest in the group, Gyuri sighs, shaking her head as though unimpressed by the antics of her older friend who lacks the mental maturity expected of her age. Her expression hints at a weariness, a silent playful disapproval of Minji’s snarky attitude, exhibiting a wisdom that belies her youth.

The collective smiles from you and the rest of the women in the room signal another good day, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The air carries a crispness that beckons to be inhaled, immersing you in the delightful blend of the sweetest aroma from freshly baked goods and the rich fragrance of the hottest, freshly brewed espresso. You're glad to have join in on the festivities, rest assured that you’d have company, even if that company included a couple.

Minji playfully feigns distaste. "Come on, Haru, it's Galentine's, and you bring your fiancé?"

Haru casually strolls alongside your group of friends, hand in hand with Junhui, who recently earned himself and Haru a newly coined label. She grips his hand just a little tight as her other arms clasped over his bicep. “But he’s such cute eye candy, plus I know he's been dying to come to this festival too.”

The fact that they got together no longer bothers you; in fact, you've come to realize it's for the better that they did. They couldn't be more perfect for each other, and the warmth of their connection is evident. As you reflect on the realization that a romantic relationship with Junhui was never in the cards for you, you find yourself smiling now. Despite your initial feelings, you're genuinely happy he found someone who loves him enough to commit to marriage. You weren’t so sure if you could’ve filled such shoes had it been you.

The grown man sticks out his tongue and Minji returns the gestures, tugging you and Gyuri by her side just as tight. “You two would never betray me for a man.”

"No, but you'd make an exception for a Mingyu," Gyuri points out, a fact made evident from this morning. "Speaking of which…"

Your attention is drawn to the lanky figure making his way toward you. His face lights up with a warm smile, and his arms open wide and inviting. "Guys!" he calls out enthusiastically, his expression and body language eager to greet his dearest friends.

"Mingyu!" Minji exclaims, wasting no time as she runs into his arms, momentarily startling him before he warmly reciprocates her embrace. "It’s nice to see you, Minji. I’m sure Seokmin is here somewhere."

She scoffs, clutching tighter. "I didn’t ask."

He chuckles, gently patting her on the back until she releases him. "You all look beautiful today, especially my darling sister," he says, pulling Gyuri into the tightest of embraces.

"Stop," Gyuri protests, pushing him away. "You'll ruin the hair."

“Spoiled as ever. So what do you guys wanna do first?”

The question appears to be a general inquiry, but you can't help but notice the glance thrown in your direction, almost as if he's anticipating your response. You simply shrug, mumbling a "not sure" under your breath. He hums, conjuring an idea while everyone else discusses possible plans.

"Well, if it helps, maybe there are a couple of things I thought we could consider doing."

“A haunted house? On Valentine’s day?”

“Don’t you know couples love scary movies?” Mingyu responds to Haru's question with a playful counter.  “You and Jun can go, and then–”

“Me and Mingyu!” Minji chimes in, taking his arm.

Mingyu politely smiles. “We could do that, or,” he takes you with his other arm, “We can come as a party. Use it as a test of courage.”

“A test?” Gyuri inquires with a taunting grin. “A test where you scream like a little girl and you get hurt because it’s too dark inside?”

Mingyu shoots a momentary glare at his sister, the edges softened by a hint of amusement, before his eyes shift into a silent plea. "Who knows? Perhaps amidst the chills of the show, you might accidentally find a guy you're meant to be with," he suggests, a playful yet hopeful undertone in his words.

“I’ve already met my guy,” Minji says. “But if it’s what Mingyu wants, we should go.” Her gaze shifts to the already-established couple. “Mom and dad first.”

“Minji, you’re older than me,” Haru states matter of fact.

“Until you break the engagement, you’re mom and dad.”

You proceed in the designated order, walking behind the couple as they lead the way into the haunted house. The remaining four of you huddle closely, a tightly-knit. You find yourself positioned at the edge, where the suspenseful anticipation of what lies ahead intensifies as you step into the dimly lit entrance of the eerie attraction. The air is thick with harmonious trepidation and the fear of unknowing, anticipating every possible jumpscare.

Mingyu, the largest of the group, ironically turns out to be the biggest scaredy-cat among you. Just as his sister predicted.

“What’s that?” he would shout. “He’s gonna jump out—damn, why did that look so real? OK—WHO OR WHAT TOUCHED ME?”

Before long, he starts darting off on his own, but Minji makes sure to hastily follow behind. Meanwhile, Gyuri vanishes amid her brother's episode, somehow amplifying the fear as he frantically searches for her. You attempt to keep up as best as you can, but your best falls short when you find yourself alone, struggling to locate even the exit.

"Uh, guys?"

You don’t know how you managed to do it, but there you were, standing frozen in the dimly lit corridors of the poorly made haunted house, a chill creeping down your spine. The creaking wooden floorboards and flickering lights creates an eerie enough atmosphere to make you wish you hadn’t made fun of it earlier. The playful screams and laughter of your friends now feels distant as an unfamiliar unease settles over you, turning what was supposed to be a casual haunt into a genuinely unsettling experience.

A split second later, a masked volunteer leaps out, causing you to stumble backward and collide with the person who materializes behind you—a solid, firm chest greeting you. Swiftly apologizing, you turn your head, locking eyes with the unexpected stranger. It takes a moment to register, but disbelief gives way to recognition as he smiles. His complexion, illuminated by the inconsistent lighting, exudes a radiance that you find oddly captivating.

Impulsively, you clutch at the fabric of his clothes, pulling yourself closer. "How are you here right now? You're supposed to be studying Europe."

Chan, a welcome sight, continues to smile warmly as he assists in guiding you out of the haunted house, his presence a comforting contrast to the lingering shadows and cheap Halloween supplies.

“We finished early about a week ago. I wanted to be a surprise.”

While you spent the remainder of your college years at the local university, Chan chose to venture abroad, a decision made in the aftermath of the Seungcheol incident. A clear sense of satisfaction is evident on his face as you take your time retracing the features of his face that have now matured in your time apart. 

“Oh my god, how are you? How was Italy? You look… amazing.”

He chuckles at your ceaseless chatter, intertwining arms with you along the entire path. “I'm well, still adjusting to the time difference. Italy was filled with great food, great wine, but, sadly, no you. I made do, though.”

You playfully elbow him, unable to contain the smile spreading across your face. “You never stop. God, the others will be so happy to see you!”

Upon reaching the exit, Chan, with a playful glint in his eye, deftly guides you around a concealed corner. The mischievous grin on his face deepens, and he suggests, "I have a better idea: we meet them later after you and I have a chance to catch up.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST Y/N?” Seokmin's voice echoes through the chaotic atmosphere, laced with a touch of frustration.

"Go, go, go." Chan, immediately recognizing the urgency, deftly propels you forward, skillfully navigating through the crowd. With a sense of urgency, he guides you towards more private quarters.  

“I can't believe Seungcheol's a dad now. A lot happens in a year,” you remark, savoring the indulgence of your double scoop brownie delight, the rich chocolate flavors mingling with the conversation, as you relaxed by the campus’s lake side.

Chan kitten licks his mint chocolate cone, savoring a sweet taste that he misses so much.“Yeah. I’m an actual uncle. It’s weird, but parenthood has done him a lot of good. He’s a lot different than he was back then.”

“How's he managing it all? Girlfriend in the picture, I'm guessing?”

He shrugs. “They're giving it a shot. Seems like she'll stick around, and Cheol might too. I've never seen him look at a girl the way he looks at his own daughter. They all look happy together. She’ll keep him grounded.”

“Now he’ll start defending his daughter from guys like him when she gets to his age one day. Cosmic Karma.”

Chan chuckles. “He better or I'm stealing her away and raising her myself.”

“So, how’s it been for you? What’s Italian Chan like?” you inquire humorously, reaching the sweet waffle cone.

“Still Chan. Just know the difference in wine now and why pasta should never be broken in half.”

You take a deep breath, mustering the strength to voice the question that has been swirling in your mind. The weight of the inquiry presses against your chest, and you can't help but wonder how much this very question has occupied your thoughts. Finally, you manage to ask, "Anyone special to you?"

He glances at you thoughtfully, smiling as he let out small bittersweet sigh. “There was...but I let her go. I tried dating while I was in Italy, no one right for me though.”

“Hmm.”

As you mull over his words, Chan's eyes drift into the realms of distant memories, a wistful gaze reflecting the moments he reluctantly left behind, “What about you? I can’t help but overhear you tried it out with Seungkwan while I was gone.”

You chuckle, the memory painting a genuine smile across your face. “And boy, was that awkward. We only stood a chance as friends. My dating life hadn’t been much of anything these days.”

A familiar glint dances in his eyes as he indulges in his ice cream. “I see.”

“Don’t go looking too happy.”

“What? I’m devastated. My OTP.”

You laugh, lightly shoving him, remembering how much he really did make you laugh. There wasn’t a person that made laugh the way he did. “Shut up.”

“So…no one special for you either, hmm?”

You meet his gaze, a flicker of earnest crossing your expression before you shake your head. “No.”

Silence settles between you, a moment pregnant with unspoken thoughts and emotions. When your ice cream is gone, your hand itches for something else to hold. The air becomes charged with a quiet wonder, both of you reminiscing in the shared moments—the sleepovers, the messages between lines that you told one another. There’s peace in this space you share, as well as bitterness in the possibility that has yet to arise.

“Do you remember what we said, after that third night straight you slept over at my place?”

Your mind drifts back to that moment. The air was filled with the aroma of fried chicken for dinner, and Chan had effortlessly polished off five beers. It was one of those nights you wished could last forever, where the outside world faded into the background, leaving only Chan in its wake. “Not sure,” you respond.

“Right people, wrong time,” he repeats. “That we would’ve probably gotten along a lot better if we met under different circumstances. If it wasn't for what I was going through or what you were going through, we might’ve been right together.”

Your cheeks flush, and you internally curse yourself for momentarily forgetting. It was one of the most intimate moments you've ever shared, and surprisingly, sex wasn't even involved. Despite all the heartfelt words exchanged in that moment of vulnerability, you had half-expected him to have forgotten about it by now. “What about it?” you inquire, trying to keep your composure amidst the resurfacing emotions.

He leans in, licking evidence of dessert off his fingers. “I thought about that a lot when I was away. How we worked together was great. How you made hours pass by like minutes, minutes like seconds.” 

“You thought about me, hmm?” You tease.

“I was in the most romantic city in the world and all I could think about was how you’d love it here, so yeah. I thought about how better it would’ve been with you even if I knew you’d wretch at the smell of squid form the squid ink pasta.”

As Chan speaks, you notice the subtle shifts in his expression, the glimmers of nostalgia and contemplation in his eyes. A moment of quiet lingers between you, the unspoken acknowledgment of what could have been. The weight of untold emotions hangs in the air, and you attempt to break that down.

“...You would’ve tried forcing that into me.”

His laughter feels like medicine for longing. “Maybe I would’ve.”

“Why are you bringing all this up to me? Professing your love, huh, Lee Chan?” you challenge.

“And if I am?”

“Chan…we shouldn’t.”

His eyes dim, appearing as if he expected this response yet still disappointed. “Why not…”

“We said why–”

“Because we were both vulnerable? Fragile? Susceptible to hurting each other because we were interested in other people. Y/n, I haven't thought about Haru since I saw her here at this festival because all I could think about is you.” As the words linger in the air, Chan's admission leaves a charged energy between you. The festival surroundings seem to fade into the background as the unspoken tension and emotions build.

Your hands bunch up your pants at the knees, and you pull yourself up from the grass. “Chan…”

He follows, determined to stay by you. “We’re not who we were a year ago. There’s nothing else holding us back. Not our friends. Not my brother. Not any unrequited feelings. Just me and you.”

You've pondered this ever since you realized your feelings, sometime after he left. How you'd long at him, how he looked at you. Whether he still had feelings for Haru or if he somehow harbored interest in you. Or course, you wanted this but was any time the right time? “...Right people.”

“Wrong time, but that’s not the case anymore,” he steps closer, his presence enveloping you, and he cups your face in his hands. The warmth of his touch is both comforting and electrifying. “I want to try it with you because, knowing you, we work damn well together. We deserve that. We deserve this more than anyone.”

You shake your head, recognizing the stolen quote. Lips stretched over your face, and you take half a step closer. “Screw you.”

Not giving him the chance to react, you capture his lips instead, savoring the familiarity. The the soft rustle of the wintertime breeze and the distant of other people only served itself as background that becomes te white space on now your vividly painted canvas. In that stolen moment, the world narrows down to the warmth of the kiss, an electric charge passing between you and Chan, and longing grip of his hands claiming your body. Each second is written meticulously into a story that you both finally decide to explore, the delay only proving that all had been worth the wait.

you give good love

pairing. brother’s best friend! idol! dino + fem! reader

summary. as lee chan’s eyes met yours again, he could feel his consciousness slipping away from his soul. god damn, he thought to himself. when did this brat get so hot?

w.c. 5.10K

playlist. kind of based off of you give good love by whitney houston but not really i was just listening to it while writing this

warnings. [PLEASE READ] reader is hoshi’s sister, mentions of freak dino 🫢, smut under the cut, PWP, afab reader, dom/sub dynamics, dom chan, pussy eating from the BACK, uses of pet names, chan has a BIG dick, BULGE KINK, very little dirty talking, slight overstimulation, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl please), creampie duh — 18+ MINORS DNI!

note. pi-cheollin is the reason i live and breathe. also i might write chunsunie x pi-cheollin fics soon 😭 also thank you guys so so so much for 2K notes on the wonwoo fic 🙇‍♀️ super grateful for all your love, more soon. this is also my first ever long fic, so i hope you like it. enjoy!

“so yeah, those are the dates and timings of the flight. now, check your schedule.”

soonyoung could hear the ruffling of paper as he waited on the phone. the air con blasted in his face, evaporating any signs of sweat from his pores.

“yeah, i think i’ll be able to make it!” your voice chirped. soonyoung couldn’t help the smile on his face. “thank god! also, don’t worry about being lonely, jeonghan hyung’s sister will also be there, and also wonwoo’s sister.”

“i haven’t seen them in so long! wow, a true trip down memory lane,” you sighed, finally setting aside the calendar on your lap. “they ask about you a lot, i told you to exchange contacts with them!” your brother scolded you.

“i may have forgotten… but all that aside, how much do i need to pack?” you nervously bit your lip, contemplating how much shopping you would need to do.

“it’s a summer trip for one week, basically a mini vacation. pack a good amount of shirts and tops and modest shorts. bring your grandma style swimsuits for the pool.”

“grandma style swimsuit? oh please! i didn’t work out all winter to wear a one-piece!” you complained, flexing your biceps in front of the mirror. “i’ll bring what i want to bring.”

“and if i see any of these perverts staring at you, i’ll chop your head off too, yeah?” soonyoung sighed. “yeah yeah, they are the perverts. and you’re the polished lamb of jesus who has never gawked at wonwoo’s sister right?”

your rhetorical question has your brother stunned as he gapes into the abyss, his mouth filling up with the cool air from the air con. “i’m… how did you—” he begins, only to be cut off by the doorbell of his shared apartment.

“that’s the others. look, i’ll leave now, but make sure to pack properly, okay? text me if you need anything. see you soon.”

with that, he hung up. you smiled as you set down your phone, already deciding the outfits in your head.

as you walked over to your closet, your phone interrupted your thought process with a loud notification.

이찬: oi

이찬: did you get the plane tickets?

with a sigh, you texted back your brother’s best friend, who had somehow managed to find out about soonyoung inviting you.

you: ya, i will be coming.

you could see the dots bouncing on the screen, but you chose to ignore them. switching over to a music app, you started to scroll through and pick your random playlist.

your brother’s song, God of Music started to play and you threw your phone on the bed, enjoying the music.

you could text chan back later. he was really annoying, and it’s not like he meant anything to you anyway.

your phone buzzed with his notifications as you sorted through swim suits. “hmm, this makes my ass look fat right?”

as you landed in the jeju international airport, you gathered your luggage and made your way to the gates.

your brother was already waiting outside, clad in a mask and a cap. wonwoo and his sister accompanied him, smiling and waving at you.

“hey guys!” you hugged them, before fixing the crop top that rode up your waist. “i missed you so much!” minji (wonwoo’s sister) squealed.

the four of you got in the car after shoving your luggage in the back. wonwoo sat next to your brother, scrolling through his phone as you and minji chatted their ears off.

soonyoung couldn’t help but peek at the rear view mirror ever so often, catching glances of minji and smiling to himself.

you wanted to call him out, but decided against embarrassing your brother so early into the trip.

within 30 minutes, you had reached the share house. it was a beautiful property, surrounded by greenery. the sounds of waves crashing on the beach wallowed around you as you dragged your suitcase up the ramp.

“eunsok is dying to meet you! we must make a group chat this time, so that we remember to check up on each other, yeah?” minji helped you with your handbag, smiling as you nodded enthusiastically.

in front of the main door, you took in a sharp breath, before pushing the mahogany portico open.

immediately inside, you were greeted by jeonghan, joshua and mingyu lounging about on the couch. however, upon the sound of your entrance, eunseok ran down the stairs, engulfing both you and minji in a bone-crushing hug.

“i missed you!” she screamed, nearly tackling you on the floor. with a giggle, you hugged her back. “me too! its just sad that sophie couldn’t join us.”

muttering agreements under their giggly breath, the two helped you get up, and greet the others.

as you answered jeonghan’s questions about your well-being, you heard heavy footsteps from the stairs.

lee chan’s body appeared downstairs. when his gaze countered yours, you choked on your words.

it had been nearly 5 years since you had seen him in person. and wow, had he changed. dino, as he was famously known as these days, sported much bigger muscles, and a sculpted face. his hairstyle was finally suiting his face, a beautiful contrast to the bowl cuts you had seen him in during childhood.

for the first time in your life, you actually looked at him. and boy, did he look good. the tank top he wore showed off his body as he walked towards you, checking you out silently.

he had to admit, you surprised him. your black crop top, barely there jean shorts, and long brown hair came as a huge shock to chan.

he had remembered you as the snot-faced bratty sister of his best friend. the girl in pigtails who would cry every time he brought up your crush in middle school.

as lee chan’s eyes met yours, he could feel his consciousness slipping away from his soul. god damn, he thought to himself. when did this brat get so hot?

“hi,” chan finally placed himself in front of you, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. “hi,” you breathed out, clutching the handle of your suitcase tighter.

“oh, you guys are meeting after so long!” mingyu chuckled, his eyes wandering around the room as he noticed the tension between you and his youngest member.

“yeah,” you smiled, transfixed by chan’s eyes. his plush lips parted as he glanced at your glossy ones, before quickly scanning your face.

“okay, that’s enough of your weird staring contest,” soonyoung placed a hand on chan’s chest, pushing him back to create some distance between you two.

“i’ll help you get to your room,” he turned to you. “you’re lucky, since you get it to yourself, but its comparatively smaller and narrower than the others—”

“wait, weren’t we supposed to buy alcohol and meat from the store on the way back?” wonwoo suddenly remembered, making all the eyes in the room turn to him.

“shit!” minji slapped her forehead, tutting. “we’ll go get them then! you wanna come with?” she smiled at you, eunseok joining in.

“i think i should set up my things first yeah? but take soonyoung in my place,” you shoved your brother forward. “he’d love to go grocery shopping with you.”

minji’s cheeks flared up as she straightened her posture, nodding. “sure yeah.”

within minutes, wonwoo, minji, eunseok, soonyoung and mingyu headed off to the car, ready to buy crates of beer for the evening.

as the door shut behind him, jeonghan threaded his hands through his hair, smirking. “dino-yah,” he cooed. “why don’t you help her with her luggage?”

almost immediately, joshua joined in, egging on the maknae as both of you felt the heat creep up on your neck.

wordlessly, chan snatched your suitcase from your hand, beckoning you upstairs. you bowed at the two elder to you, before running up to chan.

he led you to a small room in the very corner of the second floor, opening the door with his leg as he walked in.

chan cleared his throat as you walked in, placing your hands on your bare waist. “so, this is your room.”

you nodded at him, taking in your space for the rest of the trip. the room was furnished with a queen sized bed, a love-seat in the corner, a small desk and chair and a balcony in the very end.

“this door,” chan walked over to a door that sat perpendicular to the entry. “this is the door to a common bathroom. its a jack and jill one, that connects to the room opposite to you.”

“oh? and who’s in the room opposite to me?” you questioned, raising your eyebrow. with a dramatic sigh, chan leaned against the bathroom door, swinging his head to meet your eyes.

“its me.”

your breath hitched as he gulped. “w-wow,” you stuttered out. “sounds great, chan. looks like we are forced together again,” you smirked, crossing your arms as you stared at him.

he knew what you were referring to.

back when you were kids, and way before the idiot in front of you had signed with Pledis, you and soonyoung had gone to his house for a sleepover. chan’s mother had insisted on having you sleep on the bed, since “the floor is no place for a lady to sleep.” you and chan shared the bed, while soonyoung dozed off on the ground.

you were 14 at that time, and you remember how you skin had heated up when chan inched closer to you. “there’s no one to save you from my tickles now, crybaby!” the 15 year old boy had threatened.

yet, chan could barely focus on the flashback, instead focusing on the way your breasts nearly fell out from the neckline of your top.

you noticed his staring. smirking, you drew closer, tightening the cross of your arms.

“what’s this now, you’re ogling at me?”

you had him cornered. chan’s back was against the wall at you forced yourself into his space, breasts touching his hard torso.

“i—in you dreams!” he lied through his teeth, nervousness oozing out of his soul as he stared down at your tits.

god, the things he would do to slot his dick between those beautiful, gorgeous, one of a kind—

“my eyes are up here, channie,” you stuck your tongue out at him, before backing away and walking up to your suitcase.

dino felt his blood rushing south as you bent over to pick your bag up and place it on the table.

you purposefully wiggled your ass, humming to yourself. “channie,” you called out, voice as sweet as a siren.

“yeah?” dino collected himself, shaking away the filth that plagued his mind. two can play that game, he decided, biting his lip.

“can you come help me put my things in the bathroom? i have too much to unpack.”

with a nod, he walked over to your space, his chest touching your back as he leaned over your shoulder. “why did you pack so much, hm?” he teased you, running his fingers down your smooth arms.

not backing down from the challenge, you pushed your ass against him, whipping your head to meet his eyes. “i just wanted to look good, y’know? in case there was a strong, buff, hot man i wanted to seduce.”

with a hiss at your movements, chan’s hands flew to your hips. “yeah? you’ve grown up so much that you seduce men now?”

“oh, i do a lot more than just seduce,” you giggled, skincare long forgotten on the desk as you turned around, hopping on the wooden platform as your arms loosely slung around his neck.

chan slotted his knee between your legs, the pervert in him alive and breathing at the sight of you. you were driving him insane.

how you had managed to change so much over a few years had him baffled. instead of worrying about soonyoung, chan thought with his dick.

“what do you do then?” he questioned, eyes trained on your lips as you spoke. you pushed your clothed cunt down on his knee, biting back a moan.

“i think i would rather show you what i do than tell you,” you whimpered out, darkened eyes peering into his hazy ones.

chan bent his knee further into you, causing a delicious moan to escape your throat. “getting bold now, aren’t you?”

before you could even comprehend his words, your pussy spoke before you, hips rutting into his knee. however, a sharp knock on the door interrupted your little hump session.

“chan? y/n?” seungcheol’s voice spoke from behind the door. “you guys in there?”

chan quickly separated from you, walking closer to the door to answer. “yeah, i’m just helping her with her stuff. what’s up?”

“well, we were ordering some take out, so if you guys could come down and give your preferences, it would be great.”

“yeah, be there in a second,” chan glanced back at you, your teary eyes meeting his. the fucked out expression on your face made his dick jump to life.

but the heat of the moment had passed, which painted both of your cheek's a deep shade of red. realization hit dino way faster than it hit you. shooting you a tight-lipped smile, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his shorts.

with a sigh, chan left the room and left you breathless, panting as your senses slowly returned. the fire of lust in your stomach had dimmed slightly, as realization dawned on you.

what the fuck just happened? and why did you like it?

nightfall arrived faster than you expected. but the cool air surrounding the beach raised bumps on your skin as you shoved grilled meat down your throat.

seungkwan and mingyu worked on the grill, with vernon filling up everyone’s plates with the expensive store bought items.

you sat on a stool next to seungcheol, sipping on the beer can that was handed to you. when everyone was busy with their own thing, the leader turned to you and smiled.

“so, how have you been? a long time has passed since we spoke right?”

you had always found comfort in seungcheol. he was the leader of the group, a very reliable and trustworthy person. you remember asking him for advice when you got into college.

“i’ve been well, how are you?” you set your can aside. “any luck with the ladies you used to complain about?”

he laughs loudly at that, spooning a mouthful of ramen. “no, i’m still stuck with one-night stands for now. dating is too complicated!”

when chan hears his hyung talking about his love life, he scoots closer to the both of you, shamelessly eavesdropping.

“what about you? get any action?” seungcheol giggled.

you could practically feel dino’s presence beside you like a wavering shadow, and you chose to exploit it. how dare he leave you with an unfinished orgasm?

“oh yeah, plenty!” you smirked. “don’t tell soonyoung, but i’m lowkey addicted to sex? just feels so good to let off some steam, you know? and the dudes around me are so easy… they fall into my hands like domino.”

the harsh truth behind those words were only known to you. you had been on a dry spell for nearly 2 months now. your fingers and toys were not enough, and you were pretty sure you had started to hallucinate about dick.

“wah, kwon hoshi’s sister is all grown up, huh? good for you girl, go get them!” seungcheol cheered you on, clinking his can with yours.

you sneakily turned to look at chan, who had suddenly grown silent in his conversation with seokmin. “dino-yah. are you okay?”

chan’s eyes met yours and he immediately tensed up. you noticed how white his knuckles had turned, just from gripping wooden chopsticks.

“i’m fine,” he smiled, eyes dancing over your body before he returned to his friend. your bralette was doing nothing to hide your slightly tanned skin, black shorts making your perky ass stand out even more.

dino mentally cursed soonyoung for even allowing you to wear that. but then again, his best friend was too preoccupied with his little crush to pay you any attention.

the rest of the mini barbeque was a tough time for him. the poor boy could only think about your tantalizing words to seungcheol, calling a sweet string of cusses to all the men that touched you before he ever could.

you noticed how your plan was working, hiding your smirk behind a colorful can of beer as lee chan suffered in silence.

within a few hours of outdoor activity, jun and minghao said goodnight to everyone first, tired of all the hustle and bustle. a few others followed suit, yawning and sighing.

at the end of the night greetings, you, dino, wonwoo, seungcheol, soonyoung, minji, and joshua remained near the pool. you saw how your brother kept leeching up to minji, cracking idiotic jokes under her brother's watchful eye.

"i... i think i'll head to bed now, good night guys!" you stretched up from your chair. chan's eyes followed the way your skin gleamed under the fairy lights. he gulped loudly as you purposefully swayed your hips while walking inside.

"you can follow her in, chan-ah," wonwoo smiled, shifting his gaze to the youngest momentarily. "i'll keep kwon hoshi here for a while."

"what are you on about?" dino tried to play it off, scoffing as he crunched up a beer can. wonwoo could only roll his eyes.

"it's obvious you like her, and i'm just giving you a chance to work on it. you really should tone down the staring... soonyoung would kill you if he found out, and i am willing to help you for now. so don't be an idiot and go."

smiling toothily at his hyung, dino whispered out an "i love you" before running up the stairs. he reached his room without breaking a sweat and decided to shower before doing anything.

however, when he was about to slide the door to your shared bathroom open, he heard a loud sigh coming from inside. shamelessly, chan pushed his ear against the door, curious as to what you were doing.

your sigh was followed by a small whisper that sounded like "i can't believe i'm doing this." then, chan heard a zipper being opened.

his eyes widened as he realized what you were actually doing. "no way," he mouthed to himself, feeling his boner re-emerging at a sudden squelching noise.

"mhm," you moaned behind the door, and the pervert in the next room could only imagine what you looked like. "f-fuck chan!" you whimpered, and dino felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

the towel dropped from his hand, as his fingers sneaked to the hem of his basketball shorts. with a silent groan, chan stroked his chub as his eyes squeezed shut.

he pulled his cock out, swiping at his tip with his thumb. his brain worked overtime to imagine your hand in place of his, pretty eyes staring up at him.

meanwhile, in the bathroom, you leaned against the counter as your fingers stretched open your pussy. "feels so good," you whimpered, pitch increasing as you imagined his veiny hands pumping into you.

unbeknownst to each other, you and chan had cum to the thoughts of one another that night. chan made sure to cum at the same time as you, recognizing your borderline screams as you tipped over the edge.

what a filthy girl, he thought to himself, panting as his release spurted onto the towel he had discarded.

the starting 3 full days of the trip had made you avoid lee chan like he was the plague but personified.

every glance into his eyes had made you remember what you had done on that one night, and guilt seemed to sour your mood.

everyone had decided to go to the beach after having a few afternoon drinks. you spent your time around eunseok and vernon, gossipping about office trolls and work place shenanigans.

chan was simply drinking with seungkwan and minghao, refusing to give you any attention. although he was confused as to why you were ignoring him, he remained silent and decided to give you space.

jihoon suddenly joined into his conversation, hair tied back into a messy ponytail. “dino-ah,” he smirked, snatching a shot glass from the youngest’s hand. “i hear that there’s gonna be loads of girls on the beach today. wanna check some out? we can share if you want.”

as dino downed his shot, he stared back at his hyung with a grin. “don’t you remember what happened the last time we shared a girl? we had to take her to the hospital because she passed out!”

the group laughed, reminiscing the old memory. it wasn’t odd for them to share one-night stands. the boys were family, and they strongly believed in putting each other first.

the large number of giggles near you caught your attention. you and eunseok walked over to the boys, as she queried about their conversation.

“nothing much, it was just a last minute plan in prague… god we almost got arrested,” jihoon snickered, elbowing dino’s side. the youngest could only smirk, pouring himself another shot of soju.

questions flooded your mind as you stared at the man who had you in a chokehold. dino was clad in nothing but swim shorts, his taut muscles on full display for anyone to ogle over.

as the topic changed, your curiosity got the best of you. you staggered over to seungcheol, knowing that the boy would kill to gossip.

“oh hey y/n,” he greeted you with a tilt of his beer can, sunglasses perched upon his nose.

“hi,” you settled down next to him, your can of lemon soda forgotten as your lips quivered. “you look like you want to ask me something,” he chuckled, eyes scanning your face.

“you know me so well,” you smiled, twiddling your thumbs. “i can ask you anything right?”

“yeah, sure.”

“no repercussions?”

“no repercussions.”

with a sigh, you turned to face the leader as you took in a breath. “what happened in prague?”

seungcheol nearly choked on his drink, sputtering out flicks of the liquid as he stared at you with his eyes widened behind his shades.

“of everything you could have asked… why that?” he groaned, wiping his mouth. “come on,” you whined. “jihoon said it like it sounded so fun! i just wanna know!”

with a glance around to see if anyone was looking, the leader smiled and leaned in closer to you. “we swore we would never tell this to anyone but us… but you’re family too,” he began, voice merely above a whisper.

as seungcheol tattled on about the shenanigans that the idol group had been up to, you found yourself gasping. the wild story, the borderline illegality of it all— it was too much. you squeezed your thighs together when seungcheol skimmed past the details of the night they spent.

lee chan’s eyes followed the two of you, completely misinterpreting the situation. your shuffling thighs, masked giggles and wide eyes seemed like flirting to him as he clenched his jaw, downing his shot.

why were you making this so hard for him?

it was nearly 1 in the morning when you woke up in cold sweat.

your narrow room greeted you in a greyish hue, curtains pulled back to let the moonlight in. with a sigh, you resorted to calming down, taking deep breaths as you heard the waves crashing on shore. a slight buzzing noise filled your ears. it seemed to be coming from your door, but your mind could barely focus.

your dream had completely ruined your chances of sleep. a ticket to dreamland seemed impossible as seungcheol’s words floated in your head.

i’ve never seen dino go that feral on someone before… he was insatiable.

she squirted so hard when he was done, it was a huge mess. wonwoo’s glasses got drenched-

with a sigh, you take off your sleeping shorts and toss them to the side, fingers dipping down to your core.

your hole was slicked up, a sticky mess from your vivid imagination. your index finger prodded at your entrance, making you let out a sob.

your body was frustrated, in agony. you wanted to feel chan’s touch instead of your own hands, wanted to feel him buried inside you.

you let out another pained moan, pushing your first knuckle inside your fluttering walls. however, you fail to register the sounds you have been making, and that the buzzing from the outside had suddenly stopped.

you spread your legs wider, pumping your digits inside, letting out a hurt whimper. it would never be enough.

suddenly, the door to your shared bathroom opened with a slam, and a concerned chan appeared in your doorway. “are you okay—”

the sound of his voice egged you on further, hole gushing with a fresh serving of arousal. you all but sobbed at his direction, sex induced fog clouding your brain as your fingers fastened.

“chan,” you whimpered. in the doorway, with water drenched all over his face and a can of shaving cream in his hand, lee chan groaned at the sight in front him.

“help me…” you pleaded. “oh baby,” he growled, setting the can on the floor as he walked over to you. his hands parted your thighs even further, eyes examining the mess in between your legs.

with a sharp smack, he swatted your fingers away, licking his lips at the sight of your pussy.

morals be damned. soonyoung be damned.

“look at you,” his eyes stared into your hazed ones, a hand smacking your heat. the friction had your hips bucking.

“so soaked, hmm? what were you thinking of princess?” he bit his lip. “you… always thinking of you.”

“fuck,” he groaned, tilting his head back to compose himself. “y/n,” he sighed, one of his hands cupping your face.

you leaned into his touch, lips jutted out in a pout. “tell me you want this, and it’s not just something you’d forget. tell me you want me, and i’m all yours.”

with a smile, you turn aside to place a kiss on his palm. “i’ve never wanted something more in my life, lee chan.”

that seemed to be all the confirmation he needed as he flipped you over onto your stomach, slotting himself between your legs before he discarded his sweats on the floor.

“you have no idea how patient i have been,” he grunts, manhandling you to arch your back as your ass presses against his torso.

he dips his body down, face to face with your pussy. tantalizing, he licks a stripe up your folds, making your knees buckle on the mattress.

you try to look back to see him, but its impossible to move when his hands grab your ass cheeks, forcing his mouth back on you. dino’s chin brushes against your clit as he licks at your hole with a groan.

“so wet for me already, bet i could just slide in and you’d take it.”

you can only moan his name in return, clutching the bedsheets as he ate it from the back. his tongue fucks into your folds, lapping at the arousal that drips out of you in copious amounts.

“f-fuck channie! i’m—”

before you can finish, chan is moving away from your heat. the sudden lack of his mouth has you moaning and whining like a brat.

“easy doll, i don’t want you to cum on my face right now,” he pats your ass, flipping you over to your back as you finally get a view of him.

his slick covered face dips down to meet your lips. the kiss is searing and filthy as you taste yourself on his tongue.

your hands reach for his hair, pulling him impossibly close as you suck on his tongue. using your neediness as a distraction, he quickly angles his hips and pushes his tip past your folds.

“shit!” you cuss, gasping and pulling away. in the heat of the moment, you never actually registered how obnoxiously big chan’s cock was.

as you look down to where your bodies meet, your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. his fat tip exerts an experimental thrust, and the sheer stretch of his head has you whining.

“shh baby, it’s okay,” he assures you, pressing small kisses along the column of your throat. “just breathe for me?”

you inhale slowly, allowing your tense body to relax and adjust to him. dino’s attempts at distracting you do not go futile as you feel his fingers pinching your nipples. the pain in your chest makes the ache between your legs lose all meaning.

steadily, he pushes himself inside you, inch by inch entering your welcoming walls that spasm around him. when he finally bottoms out, you feel him in your gut.

this was the fullest you had ever felt. chan’s mouth licks the sweat around your breast, savouring in the salty taste.

his arms rest on either side of your head, making you relish the view. when he finally looks up, you pull him in for a kiss.

its sloppy, and his teeth clash into yours, but you could not care less. your pussy clenches around him as you pull away, nodding feverishly. “chan… if you don’t fuck me right now, i might die— hah!”

one languid thrust into you has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. his metal chain dangles on your chin, the coolness contrasting the heat that squelches down there.

chan takes full advantage of his dancer body as he pistons his hips into you. the stretch has you reeling, nails clawing down his broad back as his body leans into you.

dino’s lips find the spot on your neck, licking and sucking till red and purple bloom on your skin. his matted hair sticks to his forehead, as you turn your head to the side— the visuals becoming too much for you to handle.

you’re met with his forearm in your sight, fingers tightly gripping the bedsheets.

without a second thought, you lean forward and bit his skin, making him groan out as his cock twitches inside you.

“fu- you’re killing me baby,” he smirked, licking his lips as he forces you to look at him.

the brute force of his thrusts has your body thrashing, legs shaking with pleasure.

“feels so good channie!” you hiccup, mind cloud. the only thing you could think of was lee chan and his oh so perfect dick that was ravaging your insides.

when chan looks down, his eyes roll to the back of his head. he could see the outline of himself in your stomach, prodding out with every thrust.

a creamy and frothy ring lined the base of his cock, a testament to how your greedy cunt was sucking him in. your warm walls squeezed hard around him when one of his hands dropped down to press the bulge on your stomach.

“feel me in there, don’t ya?” he babbled, hips faltering at your vicious grip. “y-yes!” you cried out, feeling your stomach contracting.

with a loud growl, chan’s lips rest upon yours. “you close baby? can feel your greedy little cunt crying f’me,” he mumbled, licking your bottom lip.

your pathetic nods made him remove his hand from your stomach and find your clit instead, circling the bud as you mewled.

“cum for me baby, show me how much you needed this cock in you,” his eyes fluttered shut, forehead falling against yours.

“i’m cu— oh fuck,” you whimpered, suddenly feeling your orgasm rip through your body. your pussy clamped down on him, gripping his length like a fleshlight.

dino moaned in your ear about how good you felt, thrusts turning sloppy as he pressed kisses on your earlobe.

he continued to move inside you, drawing out your orgasm as he chased after his. overstimulation had tears spilling from your eyes, clawing at his pecs as you sobbed. “ ‘s too much channie! hurts!”

“just a little more baby, clench round me like that aga— FUCK!” he lost himself in you, feeling your walls clamp down on his cock, milking him for all his worth as his orgasm washed over him.

in a desperate attempt, chan’s thrusts turned erratic as he pumped his load inside you. “s-so good,” he whimpered, hips stilling inside you as he softened. you groaned at the warmth, shutting your eyes in ecstasy.

you both were panting, bodies entwined in a soft caress. time seemed to still when lee chan looked into your eyes again, smiling like a lovesick puppy when you kissed him.

your mouth whined pathetically when he pulled out, falling to your side as he sighed. wanting to be close to him, you shuffled near him.

your fingers dropped down to your pussy as you tried to plug his cum inside you, moaning at the sensation of being so incredibly full and warm.

“that was… the best sex i’ve ever had, sheesh,” dino wrapped an arm around you, pulling you impossibly close.

you brought your hand up to place on his sweaty chest, giggling as he kissed the top of your head. “better than prague?” you teased.

lee chan’s pecs tensed under your hold, as his eyes widened, staring at you in the dark. “what— who told you about that!” he exclaimed, ears dusted pink.

“seungcheol’s very easy to gossip with,” you winked, staring up at his pretty face. “wow… i can’t believe this hyung,” he grumbled, hearing you laugh.

“hey! this only happened because i was thinking about everything you did to that poor girl,” you smacked his muscle, hearing him wince. “why were you so feral that night, lee chan?” you voiced your question out loud.

he sucked in a breath as his grip tightened around your shoulder. “you really want to know?”

“i’m dying from curiosity,” you mused. with a sigh, chan turned his head to face you fully, meeting your eyes in the moonlight, before he whispered out an answer.

“she had the same name as you.”

© nachojaehyun, 2024

seventeen's "loser line" in a relationship

[ requested by @valenhui ]

based off of the "losers when in love"* bullet point in this headcanon! theyre literally SO fuckinfg cute oml i might write full fics for them if i have time ><

*consists of junhui, mingyu, chan.

junhui

pathetic and adorable kind of loser. pathetic really.... is genuinely the best way to describe it. he's so desperately, pathetically in love with you and literally acts like he's still hopelessly pining over you even though you've already started dating. laughs super hard at your jokes and stares at you with sparkles in his eyes and flirts with you at every given opportunity like he isn't already dating you and hasn't already won over your affections ages ago. but hey, he's dedicated, and you can't exactly complain at being showered with all of his attention.

also randomly informs you that he's in love with you at any time of day. you'll be watching a movie in the theatre and he'll tug your sleeve, leaning into your space almost shyly and being like "hey. hey. i just wanted to let you know... im kind of in love with you" before scrunching his shoulders up all shy and leaning quickly away from you again. hes always so adorable, ears turning pink even as he flirts with you into oblivion before tacking on a cute "im in love with you, by the way" at the end. every time he says it, you feel so overwhelmed because god, you're so in love with him too

mingyu

wet puppy kind of loser. i'm talking whining 24/7, pouting dramatically whenever you're not clinging to his side, and snuggling into you whenever possible. it's like dating a large, overgrown puppy that doesn't realise he's as big as he is, if that puppy suddenly found out how to talk and cook and do the laundry and looks up at you with big, shining eyes when you come home and goes "hello!! i made every single one of your favourite foods when you were gone bc i missed you so much. how was your day??" at least twice a week. (you're beginning to worry that mingyu might have some sort of separation anxiety.)

also he Does Not care if the other members tease him for being so in love with you, bc hey, yoon jeonghan's just jealous of your lurrrve anyway. but he will sulk if You tease him about it bc hey :(( you're the love of his life :((( don't be mean to him :((( gives you those big, wet, sad eyes every time you tease him until you finally laugh and give him a big kiss to placate him. tells you he loves you every single hour of the day. the members can tease him all they want, but all that matters to him is that you're aware that he Genuinely loves you to pieces.

chan

devastatingly infatuated kind of loser. he literally just. ADORES you so much in a kinda adorable, kinda incredible way because it surprises you again and again when he does something and you realise he loves you so much. and he does things, a lot, because this man is literally doing everything for you. hangs onto your every word like they hold the secrets to the universe, and remembers everything you tell him like it's his life's mission to become an expert on your likes and dislikes. has definitely zoned out whilst staring at you too many times to count.

i gotta stress how in love this man is tho, like. would 100% change his profession into loving you 24/7 if he could. no one wants to go out drinking when the two of you are together bc when chan gets drunk, he just repeats how in love with you he is over and over again like a broken record. (hoshi made the mistake of joining you two, once. he recounts the incident with a look of mild horror every single gathering the 14 of you have.) he doesn't say ily to your face a lot, but it's mostly bc he just forgets cuz he's been staring at you in an utterly lovesick way for far too long.

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double fucked — hvc & lc

summary: after your ex-boyfriend catches you hooking up his with roommate, he wants in on the fun (read pt. 1 here)

tags: smut (minors dni!), stoner!hansol, ex-boyfriend!chan, college!au warnings: mentions of weed use, explicit unprotected sex, threesomes, fingering, oral (f. & m. receiving), throatfucking, cum eating, mean-dom!chan, hansol is a gentlemen, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sir kink, anal, double penetration, they’re both lowkey jealous/possessive??? but express in different ways, choking, spitting, squirting w.c.: 4k a/n: here’s part two you horny people (this lowkey has plot i’m so sorry)

Lee Chan. Your ex-boyfriend.

In all honesty, he's not a bad guy. You would have liked him just fine if he was only a friend, but dating wise things just didn’t work out. You can’t say you didn’t have chemistry (the sex was too good to not have chemistry), but overall it wasn’t a match. If you guys weren’t fucking you guys were fighting or ignoring each other. It wasn’t a clean break either, with you guys taking too many breaks and getting back together time after time. It wasn’t until about four months ago that you guys actually split for good.

Or at least you thought. Because now here you are, in his roommate’s bed, as both him and Hansol shove their dicks into you.

Let's go back a second.

After his roommate destroys you on his cock and Chan catches you two, he doesn’t hesitate to join in on the fun. As soon as you signal for him to join he is on the bed with you guys, his lips attacking yours in a messy, passionate kiss as you both kneel on the bed. Your fingers cling on to his shirt while you refamiliarize yourself with the taste of your ex-boyfriend.

His hands run over your naked, warm body until they find purchase on your plush ass. He squeezes at the fat there and you gasp into his mouth. His hands have always been strong and the familiar grip has your pussy clenching against nothing.

You feel the bed shift, signaling that Hansol is standing up. You don’t pay him much mind though, because Chan’s mouth is on your neck and he’s moving his tongue against your skin in the way he knows makes you crazy. This is why he was always so hard to give up, because as unsatisfying of a boyfriend he was, he has always been a more than satisfactory lover, knowing how to work your body just right.

His hand travels to your front and reaches down in between your thighs and he lets out a low groan. “Fuck. Always so wet. Did you squirt all over Hansol like the messy girl I know you are?” He easily slips two fingers into you right away and you let out a high pitched keen that has Chan grinning.

“Ugh you guys are going to get my bed all gross,” Hansol’s voice breaks you out of your daze and you blink towards the doorway where he’s standing. He’s put his boxers back on and his hair is back in place.

“You two already got it gross, what’s a bit more cum gonna do?” Chan retorts back. “Just enjoy this sweet pussy while you have it.”

“H-hansollie~” You whine for the older boy as Chan continues to finger fuck you.

Hansol walks towards the bed and pets your head as you lean over to bury your head into his chest. He leans down to bring your lips into a kiss. His kisses are worlds away from Chan’s. He kisses slowly and sweetly, like he’s trying to cherish every moment. Chan kisses harsh and fast with the goal of getting you worked up. They even taste different. Hansol tastes like weed and mint and chocolate. Sweet and calming. Chan tastes like citrus. Acidic and tangy. 

“You didn’t let her clean up and rest,” Hansol chides Chan when he finally pulls his mouth away from yours, frowning as he talks to his roommate.

“Doesn’t seem like she minds.” Chan’s already added a third finger into you and now his digits are curling up into you, brushing against your g-spot as he does. Your legs are shaking and you’re whining as you clutch onto Hansol, afraid to let go of his stable presence.

Hansol doesn’t respond back, but continues to frown. His fingers gently caress your body and he massages at your trembling thighs. You melt into his touch and mouth at his thick chest to try and quiet your ongoing moans. “So pretty for us, such a good girl.” Hansol’s praise has you falling apart on Chan’s fingers and Hansol coos as you fall apart in his arms.

Chan seems to have other thoughts on the situation. He pulls his fingers out of you harshly before wiping them against Hansol’s bed sheets (which results in complaints from the older boy) “Such a mess, what a little slut cumming so soon. How many orgasms does that make now?”

“T-three,” you whimper out and Chan tuts at this.

“And you still want more don’t you?” You weakly nod. “That’s what I thought. So dirty of you Y/N. Greedy little pussy you have there. How about you get me off first huh?”

“Y-yes sir,” you answer as you pull yourself from Hansol. Your fingers travel up Chan’s shirt and rest on his chest as you try your best to nip and suck at his neck, still a bit out of it from your orgasm. You feel a warm body press up against yours as Hansol starts to knead your breasts in his large hands, his lips on your own neck, whispering sweet words into your skin.

The direct contrast of the two men has your mind reeling. Hansol is so caring and sweet and tries his best to take care of you, while Chan is harsh and bold. You don’t mind the way you and Chan fuck, you like when he’s rough and dominant with you sometimes, but it’s nice to have someone like Hansol dote on you a bit as well.

You pull Chan’s shirt off before you move to remove his pants as well. He helps you take them off until he’s left in his boxers. You paw at his hard cock through the fabric as he pulls you into another searing kiss. His teeth bite at your lips and you know that they’re going to be red and swollen later.

“Fuck, suck me off,” Chan orders and you whine again but obey.

“Baby wait.” Hansol’s hands are grabbing at you and you look back at him. “Change positions okay? I wanna eat you out.” You moan slightly but nod. “You can uh, sit on my face? Yeah…yeah, and then you can take care of Chan.”

Hansol moves to lay down on his bed and when he’s situated he grabs at you again and you allow him to position you on top of his face. You jump a bit when you feel his nose nudge into your cunt but then his tongue starts to prod at your entrance and you relax into him.

“This is cute and all but I would like to cum some time today,” Chan says and you finally remember what you were about to do. You reach for the boy and he comes close enough for you to bend down and take his red tip into your mouth. You suckle at the head and Chan buries his hands in your hair. You tease his length a bit more but before you can do too much Chan is already shoving you down onto him. You feel his tip reach all the way to the back of your throat and you choke a bit. “That’s it baby, take me all the way. Such a good cocksleeve of a mouth.”

A part of you is glad that Chan is fucking himself into your throat because you’re not too sure you would be able to focus on him fully with the way Hansol is eating you out. His lips and tongue sloppily make out with your cunt and you can just barely hear his little whines over the sound of your own choking. Your tongue lays flat against the underside of Chan’s cock and he drags himself over it as he fucks into you harder and harder. You gag and whimper against his length and you feel your eyes start to water.

Then all of a sudden Chan’s hands are shoving you down even deeper and your hands are scrambling to grab Chan because you can’t breath and Chan is cumming down your throat and you try your best to swallow it down but a bit still spills out of your mouth along with some of your saliva when Chan pulls out of you. When your mouth is finally free you start to cough and even pull away from Hansol’s face just so you can steady yourself again.

“Shit, are you okay?” Hansol’s palm is rubbing circles on your back as you gasp a bit trying to catch your breath. You blink tears away from your eyes and when you glance at him Chan looks a bit worried and remorseful. You nod and wipe the spit off your mouth before sitting up.

“‘M okay, just…need a moment,” you tell them and they both nod understandingly. Hansol even leaves for a second to bring you a cup of water.

While he’s gone Chan speaks up, “Are you uh…gonna be okay? I’m sorry I didn’t uh-”

“It’s okay. I’m fine,” you cut him off. Chan has never been great with his feelings of course, probably because he’s used to bottling them up so he doesn’t show emotion around the twelve men who feel the need to baby him. You’ve always hated hearing him stutter over his words trying to get his feelings out only to eventually come up short.

“I still shouldn’t have been so rough. I just uh, I don’t know, got…jealous? Seeing you and him together.” His voice is soft, scared to admit what he’s feeling. “I know we aren’t…ya know, but still. I miss you sometimes. I miss this.”

“This being sex?”

“No…yes? I don’t know. I miss being intimate with you I guess. Dating doesn’t work for us but the sex was always great, you know, and it’s just hard to see you with Hansol when you were solely mine for the longest time.”

“Chan…we’re not-”

“I know, and I’m not asking anything from you. I guess I’m just-" Chan cuts himself off before redirecting his speech. "I'm just sorry for being so rough.” Chan's aware of how pathetic he sounds but he can't bring himself to say what he really wants to.

You two sit quietly after that. You think it’s strange, the conversation really didn’t do anything to fix you guys, but it does give you insight into Chan’s mind. The apology is nice too, it’s something he didn’t do much when you guys were dating. It makes sense though. The bedroom was always the place where Chan was the most attentive.

Hansol comes back with not only a glass of water for you but also a few towels. You take the glass from him and he drops a kiss on your forehead. The gesture makes your heart swell a bit. The room is quiet as Hansol helps clean you up and as you drink your water. After a few more minutes of quiet Hansol speaks up.

“Do you uh, want to do more? Or should we just call it a night?”

“We can continue. I’m okay now, promise.” You card your hands through his hair. He smiles at you softly before moving in to kiss you. You gladly accept and relish in the way he touches you so softly and carefully. His hands are placed gently on your waist as he pulls you into him, acting like you're not butt naked in front of him.

“What do you want us to do baby?” His lips are on the sweet spot behind your ear and you whine a bit, causing Hansol to chuckle, the vibrations of rippling through your body.

“Need you guys to fuck me,” you answer, your hips wriggling around. “Both of you.”

Chan finally speaks up for the first time after your talk. “I wanna take her pussy. Do you want her mouth or her ass?”

Hansol flushes a bit red at the question, like fucking your ass hasn’t crossed his mind. “I, uhm, uh…”

“It’s okay Sollie,” you coo at him, your fingers tugging at his boxers. His dick is straining against the fabric and you want him inside of you again. “I want you to take me from behind. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes.” Hansol feels incredibly embarrassed, stuttering over his words like an inexperienced high schooler who’s getting his first handjob. All his confidence from earlier has ebbed away along with the weed in his system, maybe the two are correlated.

“Good boy,” you smirk and Hansol is rendered speechless.

“Hey, behave.” Chan smacks his hand against your ass and squeezes hard. You moan out and turn your attention back to your ex-boyfriend. “You’re being naughty.”

“S-sorry sir.”

“Yeah sure you are.” That’s all he says before he’s pulling you into him. He grabs at the back of one of your thighs so he can wrap it around his waist. You can feel the way he slides his hardened cock between your slick folds. The base of his cock keeps brushing up against your clit and you whine into his mouth.

“Sir please. I need you sir,” you babble. Chan laughs harshly but still grabs his length and lines his tip up to your entrance. With one hard thrust he sheathes himself into you, bottoming out right away. A scream rips from your lips and you grip hard onto Chan.

He doesn’t give you much time to adjust as he goes right to pounding into you. Your mouth waters as he bites at your shoulder. As hard as it is to admit, you do miss having him this way. The way he manhandles you has your pussy already squeezing around him.

“Hey stop that. Your slutty little pussy isn’t allowed to cum yet. Still have to let Hansollie have his way with your tight little hole. Use your ass like the cocksleeve it is.”

Chan leans back onto the bed so he can pull you onto his chest. With your ass in the air Hansol is finally pulled out of his stupor and quickly searches around in his nightstand to find his lube. He pours a bit onto his fingers (and some on the bed as well) before he brings one finger up to your hole. His fingertip traces the rim and you want to tell him to just get on with it but just as you open your mouth his finger pushes in and your words die out in place of a moan.

Hansol revels in the feeling of your tight walls squeezing at his finger. He starts to slowly pull his finger out of you only to push it right back in. He can’t pull his eyes away from the way the ring of muscles tighten up at the intrusion.

“S-sollie~ more!” The way you beg for him has Hansol quickly adding another finger into you. He feels the way you stretch out around his thick digits and can’t decide if he enjoys fingering your pussy or your asshole better.

“You better stick your dick in her soon or I’m going to stop waiting for you.” Chan’s voice irritates Hansol which only drives him to want to fuck you even better than your ex.

“Shut up Chan,” Hansol grits but still pulls his fingers from you to lube himself up and line his cock up to your hole. A part of him knows that you should be prepped more but he’s starting to get impatient and Chan isn’t helping.

Hansol spent too long hearing his roommate fuck you over and over again, time after time. He would hear the way Chan would brutally fuck you, hear all the nasty things he would say and do. You obviously didn’t mind considering how loud you would moan but it still killed him inside to know that you were with someone like Chan when you deserved so much better. Hansol loves his dongsaeng with his whole heart, but he's not blind to the fact that Chan's relationship with you was unhealthy.

On top of hearing you guys fuck he also got to hear you guys go at each other in another way. It became to the point where he heard more fighting than fucking and it would make his blood boil everytime you guys would break up only for you to be in his bed again soon after. Now he finally has you and he’s not going to let Chan ruin it for him.

He grabs your hips and pushes his tip into your tight hole. You muffle your moans with Chan’s mouth but Hansol can’t focus on that, instead he focuses on fitting his fat dick in your small asshole. You’re so tight and you can’t even take all of Hansol which has his mind reeling as he tries not to cum too soon.

Then, all of a sudden, after a couple attempts to rut into your ass, your hole is sucking him in entirely. You and Hansol let out twin groans and he thrusts up into you experimentally and you nearly collapse onto Chan.

“Fucking finally,” Chan grumbles. “Now keep up Hansol.”

With that Chan wastes no time to start pistoning up into you again. His cock punches at your cervix and you cry out and grip onto his shoulders tightly. He smirks at the way Hansol looks a bit stunned and fumbles to catch up to his pace.

The two pound into you brutally, trying to compete with one another. You don’t realize what they’re doing though because they’re both stuffing you so full you can barely think. Chan’s hand comes up to your neck and he squeezes and you feel yourself go light headed.

The tension inside of you builds up fast now that you have two people working at your body. They repeatedly slam into you while their hands touch you all over. Chan’s hand on your neck and Hansol’s fingers on your clit have you going insane.

“Oh fuck, please, right there~” you whine as the sounds of wet squelching and skin slapping fills the room.

“Shit baby, how do you feel better than the last time I fucked you?” Chan whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spin. “Yeah, clench down on me just like that. Your whore pussy gonna cum all over my cock? You’re such a nasty slut liking two dicks shoved inside of you like this. So greedy.” Chan’s hand moves up your neck to grip your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks. “Open sweetheart.”

You do, sticking your tongue out in anticipation for what’s about to happen. Just as expected, Chan spits right into your mouth and you swallow it down, thanking him after you do.

“What the fuck,” you hear Hansol mutter behind you.

“See that Han?” Chan smirks at his roommate. “She likes being treated like this. She knows she’s being treated exactly the way she deserves.”

Hansol wishes you would kiss Chan again just so he would be quiet. Instead he just rubs your clit faster and thrusts up into you harder.

“Oh shit I’m gonna cum.” Your words fall out of your mouth fast and you grab onto one of Chan’s arms and reach back to grab at Hansol’s shoulder.

“Oh yeah? That dirty little pussy gonna soak my cock? Let’s see you squirt baby.”

You scream out as you let yourself orgasm. You can feel the way your pussy gushes all over and runs down all three of your legs. The boys keeps fucking into you as your vision whites out a bit. Your limbs feel numb and your body is shaking as you start to come down from your high.

It takes Chan two more thrusts until he’s pulling your hips down on him and painting your insides white. It isn’t until Chan is done filling your pussy up that Hansol lets himself cum. His hips stutter inside your ass as he releases his warm semen into you. He thrusts a couple more times, fucking his cum even deeper into you, before he pulls out.

You feel so full with both of their cum inside of you, especially as Chan starts to finger the cum that’s dripped out of you back inside your pussy. You squirm around as he does but he doesn’t let up. He mouths at your tit as his fingers scissor open inside of you

“Channie~ oh please.” His fingers find your g-spot and he prods at it a couple more times before you’re clenching down and orgasming again.

“That’s my little whore, I knew you had it in you. So dirty, cumming back to back like that.” Chan smirks as he pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean.

“You were so good for us, thank you.” Hansol’s mouth is on yours again and you kiss him hard. His tongue parts your lips and slips inside of your mouth. You whine a bit as his hand caresses your side, your body still sensitive to any kind of stimulation. You hold Hansol tight against you but he still manages to pull away from you.

Your body collapses onto the bed, your muscles completely relaxed as your chest heaves up and down. You can still feel their cum leaking out of you but you can’t do anything but lay there. You feel the bed move as both boys get up. You can hear someone shuffling around to get dressed while the other one walks out of the room all together. Soon the other body is leaving but it’s not long before the first one comes back.

“Baby, please open your eyes. I need you to drink this.” It’s Hansol’s voice and guiltily you feel relieved that it’s him and not Chan.

Your eyes flutter open slightly and Hansol is standing next to the bed with a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers. You slightly sit up enough to take them both. Hansol cleans you up between your legs as you drink the water. After you finish he lets you lay back on the bed, occasionally nudging you around as he changes the sheets.

When the new sheets are on the bed you're starting to feel normal again as you stand up to look around for your panties.

“Do you want to take a shower? Or do you want to leave? Or-”

“Actually, can I just uh, stay? Sorry, is that weird? I can go if you want.” You pull your panties on and start to search for the rest of your clothes.

“No! I mean, it’s not weird. I’d actually like it a lot if you stayed.”

“Okay.” You smile softly at the older boy and he grins back. He pulls you back onto the bed before you can dress anymore and you giggle as he starts to press kisses onto your bare shoulder. Soon you two settle into the bed, you wrapped up in his big warm arms, and it doesn’t take long for sleep to overtake you both.

Two Weeks Later

“Hey Chan?” The younger boy looks up to see his roommate standing in his doorway.

“Yeah?”

“So uh, Y/N and I have been talking, hanging out more, you know? I was wondering…would it be…weird if I asked her out?”

Chan blinks at his roommate. That is not what he was expecting him to say. He loves Hansol, they’re roommates, best friends, but he has no clue what to say to him right now. He knows that nothing will happen between you and him again, but he still feels like you’re his.

“Hyung…you know her and I are like…” Chan trails off.

“I know! I know, but like…I don’t know how to say it. She’s just…damn.” The look on Hansol’s face is completely smitten. “And! We talked about it, we both know it’s a strange circumstance, and Y/N and I both agree that if we date…we wouldn’t mind if you sometimes joined us in bed. BUT I get to call the shots.”

This proposition has Chan’s eyebrows shooting up to his forehead. Oh. His shocked face then turns into a smirk. Well, how can he say no to that?

confession is not flashy — 001. my girl

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author's note — omg the app i'm currently using for my texts can't upload pics in the chat for some reason T-T if anyone knows another good app please lmk! but anyways, this is just the start to lots of craziness in the hospital LMAO i hope you all look forward to it and please don't forget to like, comment, and reblog! all interactions mean the world to me! <3

confession is not flashy — 003. she wants me

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author's note — sorry for the unexpected no upload last week! lots of things have currently been going on in life and i'm trying my best to juggle it all! (i'm also trying to cope with svt tour tickets and how tf i'm gonna get them but we'll all manifest! <3) please don't forget to like, comment, and reblog! i love seeing all your reactions <3

chan sits cross-legged in his living room, a box of his old belongings sitting on the floor in front of him. a few days ago, his parents called to let him know they were going to do some cleaning of old belongings, maybe donating anything that was still good quality. which lead to the two of you heading up for the weekend. his younger brother has already came and went, just narrowly missing getting to see the two of you, which just leaves the two of you to sort through chan's old things while his parents are out.

and chan's starting to regret it, because you just happened to find his old high school student ID, and you've lost it. "it's not that funny!"

"you looked like an egg!"

he's fighting back his own smile. you're not wrong, his high school haircut is far from flattering, but he doesn't want to admit that. you're holding onto his ID tightly, immediately falling away from him when he lunges to grab it. it's a childish game of him reaching for it and you twisting and turning to keep it away from him, but he finally wins out, pinning you against the floor as he manages to snatch it from your grasp. you're still laughing, and he finds it infectious as he collapses onto you, face buried in your shoulder.

he pushes himself up, hovering over you when he smiles. "hi." he keeps the card tight within his grasp. "i'm gonna burn it."

"i'll buy it from you."

"not a chance." his gaze flickers down to your lips. "but... i could be bribed--"

"oh my god, you big dork." you snort, "i'm not making out with you when your parents can come home any second, you dweeb."

he leans back, eyes twinkling as he teases you. "just a peck? and you're the one in love with me, you know. what does it say about your tastes if i'm a dork--"

you just pull him in by the front of his shirt, kissing him to shut him up (he loves teasing you and how flustered you get). he smiles into it, a hand cradling your face as he lets out a quiet hum...

only to immediately yank from you away the minute he hears the doorknob jostle, feeling like an embarrassed teenager all over again.

Lootbug STOLE my whole HEART

Let me tame one PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 💔 I WANNA GIVE EM LITTLE TREATS 💔

They are so cute. I don't know why but this picture gives just a comforting vibe.

COME, COME INTO MY _WORLD.

“channie,” you whisper, and the wheedling tone has already seeped into your voice. “are you asleep?”

your boyfriend rolls over to squint at you with bleary eyes. “yes,” he deadpans, shutting his eyes — you whine indignantly, lightly pushing at his arm.

“you’re not!” you shift closer, cheek on the pillow right beside him, wide eyes flitting over his angular features. “don’t be mean.”

reluctantly, he opens his eyes, the ghost of a smile lifting his lips when he registers your eager gaze. “okay, baby,” chan concedes, mirroring your position. one of his hands come up to cup the side of your cheek. “what is it, hm?”

you lean into his warmth like it’s second nature; pressing your cheek against his palm, you glance downward sheepishly. “i’m hungry.”

there’s a long pause. “okay,” he says finally, eyebrows drawing together. “then go eat something?”

frustrated, you groan. “but i want you to come with me!”

“to the kitchen?”

“yes!” you grab his hand before he can pull it away, squeezing tightly and widening your eyes at him pleadingly. “please, baby?”

chan remains silent for a moment. “you’re not going to get me this time,” he warns in advance. “i’m not giving in.”

your lips part in indignation. “but i want you to come!”

“you’re such a brat,” he grumbles, and when you attempt to give him puppy eyes, he closes his own, a triumphant smirk curving his lips. “can’t get me if i can’t see you!”

a huff of annoyance leaves your lips. “so you hate me, is that what you’re saying?”

“i feel like you’re being a little dramatic.”

you ignore him. “my boyfriend doesn’t love me anymore!”

chan tries — he really tries to stick to his guns. to dig his heels in and say no, actually he’s going to stay in bed. but when you look like that, and you look at him like that, and you kiss him like that, he feels like ending up in the kitchen at 3 in the morning to watch you make yourself some ramen was kind of inevitable.

an / guys i’ve forgotten how to write i can’t do it anymore . is there a way to resign

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she's so sweet i can't

Silly

“Now you become the sky and I, the land”

“Same thing”