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☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ NOT SAYING I LOVE YOU BACK

享受 ! .°. ݁₊ 𐙚 gn!reader, cw: pet names, not proofread :P, Maknae line ver.

BANG CHAN

“Bye Chan!” You spoke making your way over to Chan who slouched on the couch as he lazily scrolled through his phone with a bored expression. You leaned down placing a soft kiss on his cheek. He hummed turning his head to face you. “Ok bye bye! Love you” he smiles at you. You smiled back turning around to leave but stopped to Chan pulling you back. “Say it?” “Say what?” You asked tilting your head to the side with a puzzled expression. “I love you too” he responded with a slight glare waiting patiently for you. “Ohhh” you giggled as soon as you realized. “I love you too”

LEE KNOW

Lee know pulled over at the front of your house. He was dropping you home after a wonderful date. As you bid goodbye to him, he opened his mouth to speak. “Ok..i love you” he said staring lovingly at you. You nodded turning your body to leave the car only to realized it was locked. You glanced back at Lee know who stared blankly at you. “I love you darling”. “I know” you responded like It was very obvious. You turned to open the door but he pulled your hands back preventing you from getting out. “Babe I said I love you…..didn’t you hear?” He spoke getting slightly pouting as he gripped onto your hands tightly. “Same” you answered trying to stifle your laughter. He scoffed and started the engine driving away from your house grumbling under his breath. “You’re not going home until you say it back”.

SEO CHANGBIN

Today was one of those days Changbin decided to be nice and drive you to work. Before you go down he gives you an I love you filled with happiness and love. You stayed silent and turned around to opened the car door and leave but it was locked. You turned around to give him a “what the heck face”. “I said I love you..?” He repeated in case you didn’t hear it. You nodded turning around to leave again, you were going to take whatever it takes to avoid repeating it. He grabs your arm and looks at you with a forced smile, trying to mask his annoyance. The silence was enough to make him grab your face and pull it closer to his. “I.LOVE.YOU.TOO! Come on repeat after me or else I’m gonna cry” he whines. You giggled at his adorable behavior and finally decided to stop teasing him. “Alright alright I love you too” you said placing a soft kiss on his cheeks.

HWANG HYUNJIN

You were lazily scrolling through Tik tok until you came across a trend where you don’t say “I love you back” to your boyfriend. You decided to do it tomorrow before he goes to work. “I’ll get going now. I love you princess!” He beamed happily. “Ok, thank you. Bye bye” you responded trying to sound dry. Hyunjin paused in his tracks turning to face you. "Huh? I said i love you, baby.…..Did i do something wrong?" His expressions changed as a pout started to form on his lips. He slowly walked towards you. “Did I do anything wrong? I’m sorry….please forgive me” he pleaded reaching out to your hands and lightly squeezing it. “I love you Princess” he repeated in a softer tone. “Thank you!” You nonchalantly responded. “Darling don’t you love me anymore? I promise I'll buy you a sweet treat and a bouquet of flowers. I'll buy you lots of plushies. Take you out on lots of dates. Just Say you love me back, pretty please..." His voice was pleading, and he pouted while looking at you with puppy eyes. “Hyunjin you are going to be late for work” you pointed at the ticking clock. “I don’t care. I’m not leaving until you say you love me back. Please say you love me back. Hyunjin continues to pout while still staring at you with puppy eyes. You sighed in defeat not being able to handle his cuteness. “FINE! I love you too!” You responded making him crack open his lips to a bright smile. His previous sulky and needy emotions replaced with a happier one.

PERM TAGLIST 📌🔖 ──── @the-sea-called-history02 @oc3anfloor

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢

☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, angst

☆ Warnings: Mentions of old self harm scars

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N, Sky

☆ Word Count: 2.6k

Gold stained her fingers and shimmered with a subtle glow under her studio lights like the burning embers of a cosy fire; Y/N's hair was falling into her eyes as she bent her head far over her desk with a high level of concentration ingrained into the furrow of her brows, her fingers as steady as she could get them to be as they gripped a fine detail paint brush.

The woman dipped into her sticky gold mixture and gently painted it onto the edge of a piece of broken ceramic. She took her time, her mind swirling with a constant buzz of various thoughts and analogies, her musings bouncing off of each other inside her brain the further she continued with her task. 

“Mama?” 

Y/N looked up; Sky was standing at the doors of her mother's art studio, and the woman smiled as her fourteen year old made her way into the room. 

“Hi baby,” Y/N hummed, dipping her paintbrush back into the gold. “Came to keep me company?”

“What are you doing?” Sky asked in return as nodded towards the ceramic in Y/N's hands. She squinted as she gazed at it a little more intently, and the girl's eyes suddenly widened animatedly as she realised what it was that she was looking at. “The bowl! What happened?” 

Y/N's smile grew at her question. “Your father and I were teasing each other and it fell.” 

Sky frowned. “What?” 

Laughing at the confusion on her daughter's face, Y/N launched into recollecting what had occurred earlier in the kitchen. 

“Let me get it, baby girl,” Chan laughed, his voice full of playfulness as he reached his arm out above his wife's head. His body cast a strong shadow over hers, the soft cotton of his t-shirt brushing Y/N's shoulders as his hand disappeared into the cupboard.

Y/N started to giggle as she watched him struggle. “Acting like you're six foot or something.” 

Mouth dropping at his wife's statement, pride got the better of Chan and he tried to hold back from stepping up onto his tiptoes. He stretched his limbs rather wildly towards their target, and his fingertips grazed the rim of the large bowl he was trying to reach. 

“Need a stool?” Y/N asked him helpfully, and her giggles intensified when she felt Chan's body shudder with more laughter against hers. 

“Nah … almost got it … “ 

He leaned a little closer, his torso pressing into Y/N's back; a second later the man's fingers slipped against the ceramic, causing the bowl to spin off of edge of the shelf just as he stumbled into Y/N; the both of their eyes widened and Y/N gasped as the bowl dropped before either of them could catch it, the woman watching as it made contact with the cold kitchen floor and shattered.

Eyes as round as they could possibly get, Y/N and Chan stared silently at the large pieces of broken ceramic bowl in the middle of them.  

“I'm so sorry,” Chan was the first to break the silence, his voice full of regret as his words tumbled out of him haphazardly. He looked anxious as he turned his gaze onto his wife. “Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, right?” 

He reached out towards her, his hands soft on her arms as he examined her; Chan's eyes flooded with relief when he was certain she was unscathed, the bowl having missed the both of them, and he exhaled, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to her forehead. 

Y/N smiled at his affection. She laid her hands over his and she sighed softly with a mild shake of her head. 

“Told you you needed a stool,” Y/N joked, her words making Chan splutter all over again. “You should have listened to me.” 

“I feel so bad … ” Chan whined, his face contorting into a melodramatic sad one as he squeezed her hands back. “That was your favourite bowl.” 

Detangling herself from him, Y/N crouched down before the pieces on the floor. She reached out and gently picked one up before holding it up to the light above them both. “It's okay, baby. It's just a bowl … don’t beat yourself up about it.” 

Scooping the pieces up carefully so as not to nick herself on the jagged edges, Y/N deposited them onto the kitchen counter. A deep bluish green colour, the bowl glistened with a pearly finish when it was viewed upon from different angles, and it had always reminded Y/N of the ocean waves; its intricate detailing was still incredibly beautiful despite the ceramic's unfortunate situation, and the longer Y/N stared at the shards, the cusps of an idea began to form in her mind. As clichè as it was, the broken pieces were reminding her a little of something else, and she suddenly smiled, looking up at her husband.

“I've got an idea,” she said, kissing his cheek. “I'm gonna fix this.” 

Cocking his head to the side, Chan blinked at her. “How?” 

“You'll see,” she giggled and picked up the bowl pieces again before making her way out of the kitchen. 

Chan couldn't help but smile despite the guilt that had begun to niggle at him. “Be safe!” He called after her. “Don't want you getting hurt.” 

Sky clicked her tongue against her teeth, her eyes crinkling with amusement as she imagined the look on her father's face once the bowl had smashed. She knew exactly what expression he would have sported - wide eyed, lips drawn back at the corners in his comical way. “So … it was daddy's fault for pretending he's tall?” 

Y/N burst into laughter. “Don't tell him that. I don't think he'd thank you for it.” 

Grinning, Sky swung her legs around the back of a chair and leaned her cheek against the top of it as she curiously watched her mother paint the gold glue onto the shards.

“Why are you making it gold?” Sky asked after a while. 

“It's called kintsugi,” Y/N explained softly as she picked up another piece of the bowl and gently laid it onto the gold glue. 

“Kintsugi?” Sky cocked her head to the side. “What is that?” 

“It's a traditional Japanese art … it's based on the philosophy of finding beauty in imperfection,” Y/N explained. Holding the two pieces together until the glue was dried, Y/N inclined her head towards her daughter. “The idea is to use gold to repair broken things. Instead of hiding the cracks, the gold highlights them.” 

“Why?” Sky asked, a little confused. “What does it mean?” 

Smiling at her question, Y/N carefully let go of the pieces once they were stable and reached for her paint brush again. “Well … think about it. I could have thrown the pieces away because they're broken, right? I could be upset that it's broken - but the reason it even broke in the first place was because your father and I were messing around. We were having fun in the moment, and I don't think there's anything better than that … if anything, there's a nice story behind it breaking.” 

She dipped back into the gold, her eyes tender. “Besides, it was my favourite bowl. Even though it's broken, the pieces are still beautiful, don't you think?” 

Sky nodded quietly, willing her mother to continue.

“The whole point of joining the pieces together with gold is to show that even though the bowl was broken before, it can be fixed,” Y/N hummed. “And that it'll be even more beautiful than it was before.” 

Sky blinked slowly like a comprehending cat at her mother's words. “Why do I get the feeling that there's a deeper meaning than just … fixing a bowl?” 

“Because there is,” Y/N's laugh was soft. “It's not just about the ceramic - it's supposed to show that as humans, it's okay to have flaws and imperfections. And that … even if you've been broken down, and you feel like you can't get back up and continue, you can, and you're all the more beautiful for it. Because at the end of the day, no one's perfect - there's so much beauty in being imperfect.” 

Sky was quiet, the way she always was when she was turning over new information in her mind. She leaned forward a little, her fingertip ever so light as she traced it over the gold cracks of her mother's bowl. They were far from smooth, but there was a growing charm to them, the lines amongst the deep blue captivating both mother and daughter as they observed the bowl. “They look like scars.” 

Y/N smiled a little at that, her heart twinging as she noted the resemblance. “You're right.”

Riddled by Sky's words, the woman stole a secretive glance to the old, silvery lines kissing the skin of her inner forearm. Now that Sky had mentioned it, she couldn't help but mentally compare the marks on her skin to the visible cracks on her bowl, and she bit her lip, a wave of sudden emotion surging through her.  

“Does it have to be gold?” Sky asked then, snapping Y/N out of her brief pondering.  

“No, not really,” Y/N shook her head. “Traditionally they used either gold, silver or platinum - but I suppose you can use whatever you fancy.”

Sky continued to pepper Y/N with questions, her curiosity piqued by the new knowledge she had been given; after a while, the girl disappeared from the studio with the intention of finishing a few of her own tasks, leaving her mother to her own company again.  

Y/N had finished sticking the pieces of her bowl together and was reclining against the back of her seat with her gaze lingering on the scene outside of the window when her husband walked in. His eyes were full of warmth as Chan leaned down to kiss her temple, his hands rubbing her shoulders in his signature affectionate way, and his gaze landed on the gold accented bowl with surprise.

“So this is what you were up to, huh?” Chan grinned, leaning closer to take a better look. “It's beautiful, baby girl. Think it looks better than before, actually … that's the whole point though, right? ” 

Y/N smiled at that, though she was still a little distracted. Chan noticed immediately, and his fingers were tender when he reached out to softly cup Y/N's face in his hands. 

“What's wrong, baby?” Chan hummed. “You look miles away.”  

“Sorry,” the woman shook her head, leaning her cheek further into his palm. “It's just … it's silly but I kinda feel like the bowl.”

Chan caressed his thumb over the curve of his wife's cheekbone. “How so?”

Y/N curved up at the corners into a wistful smile. “Ky was saying how the cracks reminded her of scars … and it ended up reminding me of my scars, and … I don't know. I guess it just made me think how it was you who kinda put me back together when I was at my lowest … “ 

Her voice trailed off with a dozen more unspoken thoughts; but she didn't need to voice them. Chan was the single person who knew her better than anyone ever could, and the man knew internally exactly what she wasn't saying out loud. 

Wordlessly, the man grazed the backs of his slender fingers over his wife's cheeks before slowly sliding his hands down to her arm. The raised skin of her forearm was as familiar to him as was the rest of Y/N's presence, and his hands curled delicately around her wrist as he used his thumbs to smooth over the bumpy markings. He moved with such care and affection that Y/N's eyes pooled with tears, and she bit her lip, suddenly feeling like the fragile teenager she had been when Chan had stepped into her life and patiently taught her what the truest of love felt like. 

Much like he had in the past, Chan lowered his head, and the plushness of his lips landed on her scars with a lingering kiss. His words were like the brush of a feather against her skin, and the man smiled up at her with the endearing crinkle of his eyes. “Wait here.” 

Y/N’s gaze followed him as he left the room; he wasn't gone for too long, and when he appeared in the doorway again, Chan was holding what appeared to be a thin cylinder that sparkled faintly as he sat back down beside her. 

“Found it,” Chan chuckled, spinning the small item in his fingers. 

Realising what it was, Y/N started to laugh. “Is that my glitter eyeliner?” 

Chan grinned in response, his cheeks dimpling. He had taken a hold of her arm again and it rested comfortably in his lap as his fingers unscrewed Y/N's eyeliner. It wasn't one of her makeup items that she used often; she reserved it for special occasions, the gold multidimensional and the flecks of sparkles always twinkling in just the right way. It had a thin brush, not dissimilar to the one Y/N had been using for her project, and the woman watched with growing inquisitiveness as her husband set the tip of the brush onto her skin. 

Once again, Y/N's eyes prickled as she watched Chan slowly trace the scar tissue of her arm with the gold glitter. He took his time, his touch loving, almost as though he was trying to paint the overflowing love his heart felt for her onto her skin.

When he was done, Y/N's arm shone like stars, and Chan grinned widely as he set the liner down beside him. He pressed the softest of kisses to her wrist, just below the glitter. 

“I think your scars are beautiful,” Chan said simply, his fingers tracing her skin. “You're beautiful, baby girl.” 

Y/N's felt as though her heart would explode with emotion at any second. Her eyes were glued to his, and her breath hitched the longer she stared into the comforting warmth of them.

“What?” Chan whispered, the bridge of his nose turning pink. 

Y/N's voice was small when she spoke, and thick with affection. “You. You're just … you're always going around fixing things that you didn't break. You've always done it.” 

The blush on Chan's nose crept to the rims of his ears, and a contagious smile spread across his face. He laughed, and it was an embarrassed sound that made Y/N's heart flutter. 

“I don't know what you mean … “ Chan mumbled, bowing his head in an attempt to hide the flush burning onto his cheeks. He looked up then, and pointed to the bowl gardening on Y/N's desk. “Besides. I definitely broke that, and you're the one who fixed it.” 

Giggling at his words, Y/N shuffled her seat a little closer to him. She reached out and placed her hands onto the man's face, his skin warm beneath his fingers as it morphed into the colour of ripe plums. 

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered, tracing the sides of Chan's face. “I don't think you'll ever understand just how much I really love you.” 

Chan's lower lip caught between his teeth again as his breathing paused momentarily at his words. He considered telling her that he loved her even more; but realising that no amount of words could ever capture the intensity of the way he felt about her, Chan closed the distance between them instead. His lips were warm and plush and like the finest silk as he enveloped them around Y/N's, his hands going to rest at the curves of her waist; her own breath catching at the way his kiss was making her light headed, Y/N wrapped her arms around the man's neck. His fingers sank into the soft curls of his hair, and the glitter he had painted onto her gently smudged against his skin, encasing them both in gold. 

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heyllo :3

can i request reader x chan? reader is overwhelmed but keeps it in because that’s what they see chan doing a lot of the time. but eventually it builds to a breaking point where the stress causes them to completely shut down. chan doesn’t know exactly what’s wrong so it might be cute if he just sits on the floor in front of reader and plays clips from a song he’s working on and asks for their opinion (by basically talking out loud to himself) and then after reader calms down they are able to verbalize they just need a human weighted blanket and to be told they are doing amazing and their efforts are not going unnoticed.

im fine. 🥲

just hold me, tell me you love me

pairing : chan x reader

notes : me vs the long title. anyway thank uuu for being my first request! i hope this lives up to ur expectations and can provide u some comfort 🫶 sending u hugs and love 🫂💙 sorry it's taken a bit long to get back to! kind of was getting this feeling myself and have been unable to write, but i think i'm getting back

warnings : reader is overwhelmed, mentions of anxiety, fear of opening up to someone, reader is called pet names (love, baby), reader breaks down

wc : 1.4k

All week there's been a growing pressure in your chest threatening to spill all over the floor and leave you a mess, lying on the ground with nothing else to give. Give, you've given all you can, and now that you're home, you can't do it anymore. You seek peace in the quiet of your shared bedroom, your boyfriend still at work in his studio.

Your boyfriend, who works hard day and night. Your boyfriend, who's loving and caring and sweet. Your boyfriend, who you're scared to open up to when things get really hard, because he doesn't share with you either. Although the relationship isn't fresh, going on a year and a half, there are still things you don't talk about. You don't want to burden him with your struggles when you've always been able to power through by yourself.

Fisting the sheets under you, you can feel the need to cry in your body, the hollow feeling in your chest and the tightness in your throat, but nothing comes. It's like your body knows you're too tired for even that simple of an action, for even one tear to slip. So instead, you sit the the blanket over you, face peeking out to stare at the wall with tired eyes. You can't sleep. If you close your eyes, you know you won't drift off and wake up feeling better, you'll just lie there for hours.

"Baby?"

Something spikes in you when you hear Chans voice ring out through the apartment, curling into yourself more. He shouldn't be home this early and yet, here he is, calling your name and wondering where you are; you're never in bed this early. Chan continues to call out for you until you hear the bedroom door opening quietly.

"Love?" Chans footsteps get closer, and you can feel the edge of the bed dip with his weight as he sits down. "My love..."

His hand brushes over your shoulder, but you can't face him. When you bring the blanket over your head more, he seems to get the hint, shifting to lean against the headboard next to the statue that is your body, unmoving and heavy. You can feel him fiddling beside you, and soon, a soft melody fills your ears. It's enough to distract you temporarily from the raging storm in your head, focusing on the beats, and when Chans voice comes through, it's like you can feel a sense of comfort washing over you. Although it's not enough to completely take these feelings away, you're grateful for what he's doing.

"This song has been giving me trouble," Chan comments over the music, sighing heavily. "I can't figure out if I like the chorus or not, and it feels like it's missing something in general, but I don't know what. What do you think, baby?"

Unable to answer verbally, but still wanting him to know you're listening, you roll around so you're facing him. He chuckles as you bury your face under his thigh when you see he's sitting cross-legged, the pressure on your face oddly comforting. Chan places a hand on your back, his arm resting behind your head as he rubs small circles over your thick layer of blanket. Another song starts playing after a while, another soft one, too. You relax under his touch, feeling the vibrations through his body as he hums along to this one and makes occasional comments about changes he'd like to make.

Exhaustion hits you like a ton of bricks, your eyes fluttering shut as he keep playing different songs and telling you all about them. Both of you are aware that he shouldn't be playing so much unreleased music, but all Chan cares about in this moment is you, helping you, calming you, loving you. The company will never know anyway.

"Chan," You whisper, voice barely audible. His humming stops and he pauses the music, looking down at your limp form with furrowed brows. Moving your head slightly, you're able to look up at him on an angle, the cool air of the bedroom breaching your blanket cocoon.

"What is it, baby?" Chan moves some hair from your face, leaving this palm to rest on your cheek.

"Can you just-" You clear your throat, one hand coming up to play with the hem of his shorts at his knee to calm you more. "Just hold me, tell me you love me?"

Without words, he shifts down to your level and nods. Carefully, Chan guides you to face away from him and brings you close to his body, your back pressed tightly against his chest. His chin rests on your shoulder, now enveloped inside your blanket as he holds onto you tightly, scared that if he let's go, you'll fade away. The thought of you being in so much pain, whether physical or emotional, is something he can't bear; he can't sit on the sidelines and watch you wither away. Neither of you speak as you lie there for what feels like hours, although it must only be a few minutes. The feeling of Chan's breath on your neck is oddly comforting, your own hands finding his arm around your waist and holding onto him.

Something about the way Chan is holding you, comforting you without the pressure of being asked what's wrong, has you finally breaking down. It starts small, holding back a few tears, but a few escaping despite your efforts. Then Chan shifts closer, pressing soft lips on the skin behind your ear.

"I love you, you know that? So, so much," He whispers, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as he buries his face into your hair. "You're doing amazing, baby, and I mean that. I thought... I thought something might have been wrong, but I didn't know how to go about this. I'm sorry it got to this point, I should have asked. I want you to know you can always turn to me, okay?"

His words have the dam breaking and soon enough, the sobs ripping from your chest have you gasping and hiccupping like there's no tomorrow. You don't register the way Chan tries to soothe you as he pulls you around and into his chest. Subconsciously, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and roll his body onto yours, his head sitting in the crook of your neck. The weight feels nice, grounding, and you can finally hear Chan speaking again.

"Shhh, it's okay, you're okay." Chan whispers into the skin of your neck, one of his hands smoothing back your hair. "You're okay, I'm here, now breathe, alright? Breathe, baby."

He inhales deeply, and you do your best to mimic his movements. It's shaky, but you're doing it.

"Good job, you're doing great," Chan keeps his voice low as he speaks. "Keep breathing."

It gets to the point where you don't need to think about breathing anymore, your head throbbing slightly from the sudden outburst of emotion. Chan's body stays on yours, but he props himself up enough to look at you, his palm on your cheek and his thumb wiping away any remaining tears. You can barely look him in the eye.

All he does is stare at you with those pretty, dark eyes, but you realize there's a dampness under them matching yours. You open your mouth to question it, but he shakes his head, a soft smile on his face.

"I don't want you to be in pain alone ever again." His thumb continues to caress your cheek, even though the tears have dried. "I love you too much to let you go through that. Whatever's going on, tell me when you're ready, yeah? For now, just let me gush about my beautiful partner until they're feeling better."

You can't help the small laugh that escapes you as Chan surges up to pepper your face in kisses, saying praises in between each one. With every kiss, you can feel your face heating up until you try and cover it, but he just grabs your wrists and pulls your hands away. Eventually, he slows down, pressing one last kiss directly on your lips, and settles back onto you.

"Let's stay like this for a while," Chan suggests, knowing you need it, but so does he. "My favourite place is in your arms."

-

─── taglist : @chaeryred @toplinelix @channie-143 @staysinbloom

its blue sometimes when i think about "HIM" but i guess this is good for we both.

Hey, if you find and read this i just wanna say i still love you but i really fucking HATE YOU. I love you until my heart hate them self. i heard you wanna be married soon. i wish your soon wife to be your type as fuck, be good for them, dont be childish anymore, and the most important PLEASE DO GOOD TO YOUR MONEY.

with love your rich EX.

don't fall in love with him

Don't fall in love with him.

Don't imagine his face when you shut your eyes. Don't think about him all Monday or daydream about him all Tuesday, so by the time Wednesday comes around half your week is gone. Don't justify your struggle to focus or get chores done because you're too busy thinking about him.

Don't look out the window when he leaves. Don't watch him walk across your yard to his parked car. Don't giggle like an idiot when he drops his keys. Don't stare at his cute butt when he bends down to pick them up. Don't sigh and rest your cheek in your hands when he chuckles at himself. Don't think of all of his flaws as idiosyncrasies that only make him more attractive.

Don't fall in love with him.

Don't fall in love with his hair. Don't fall in love with his clothes. Don't fall in love with his body shape or the way he walks. Don't fall in love with his voice. Don't fall in love with his sympathy or understanding. Don't fall in love with his maturity or ability to see right through all your masks. Don't fall in love with his sense of humor. Don't fall in love with his eyes.

Don't fall in love with him.

Don't recall all the great inside jokes you guys have developed over the span of a few months. Don't remind yourself of how much better he makes you feel when he's with you. Don't forget your own flaws and reasons why he would never want to be with someone like you. Don't forget that he's way out of your league. Don't start thinking that just because he's nice to you, he wants anything more than a friendship.

Don't get your hopes up.

Don't memorize the way he looks when he smiles. Don't memorize the sound of his laugh for times when you're alone and lonely. Don't count yourself special because he calls you at 3am to talk about the meaning of life. Don't think you're different because he hangs to the back of the crowd to walk next to you. Don't think he's interested because you caught him looking at you that one time.

Don't be naive.

Don't get excited because he's walking back to your front door. Don't take notice of the way he has to prepare himself to knock on your door. Don't breathe. Don't jump when you hear his knuckles tap on the wood. Don't open the door too quickly! Don't look desperate.

Don't stand there like an idiot and stare at him, for crying out loud. Don't forget to blink. Don't watch his lips when he talks. Don't forget to listen. Don't be rude when he asks to come back inside. Don't be nervous when he takes your hand. Don't trip over your words when you reply.

Don't forget to breathe.

Don't flinch when he leans in closer. Don't be too stiff. Don't be too loose. Don't hum when he kisses you. Don't forget to move your lips too. Don't shiver when he whispers against your skin. Don't doubt him when he tells you he loves you.

Don't cry.

Don't listen to any advice that tells you don't.

Fall in love with him.

::

I want a place to keep / record all my writings, so I think I'll

his present • bang chan

Fluff | WC: 200

a/n: happy birthday chan…the loml <3

“What are you doin’?” Your boyfriend laughed loudly as he walked in on you trying to untangle yourself in ribbon. “Get out, Chan!” You shrieked, throwing a bow in his direction.

He swiftly dodged the bow, giggling at how you struggled. “I- I did not expect- to come home to this!” He said between laughs. Chan’s eyes crescented as he smiled, his toothy grin on display.

“Well I didn’t expect you to get home so early!” You argued playfully. “What were you even trying to do?” Chan shook his head, cheeks flushed from smiling so much. It warmed your heart that he was enjoying this- even though it’s not necessarily what you planned.

You planned on making dinner and wrapping- not tangling- yourself in ribbon, then watching a movie while cuddling. But Chan got home sooner than you expected, leaving you to try and quickly wrap yourself, and well now you’re here.

“I was trying to be your present!” You huff out your cheeks in a pout. “You’re too cute, you know that.” Chan chuckles, shaking his head. Your cheeks flush at his compliment. “Stop.” He simply grins, walking up to you and helps unravel your body.

“I love you.” Chan smiles, pecking your lips after finally unwrapping your body. He held you in his arms. “Happy birthday Channie.” Chan leaned in and placed another soft kiss on your lips, “Thanks baby.”

Always Enough

Hyunjin x Gn!Reader

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The soft hum of conversation filled the room, a mixture of laughter and playful teasing bouncing off the walls of the dorm. You sat comfortably beside Hyunjin on the couch, your body relaxed as his arm rested lazily around your shoulders, pulling you close. His fingers traced delicate patterns on the hem of your shirt, a subconscious habit of his, and the warmth from his touch grounded you in the moment.

The boys were in high spirits, the rare night off giving them a chance to unwind. You enjoyed evenings like this- watching them be themselves, without the weight of cameras or expectations hanging over them. Hyunjin’s laughter vibrated softly against your side as he joked with Changbin and Seungmin, and you found yourself smiling, simply happy to be in his presence.

You shifted slightly, settling more into his side, and Hyunjin glanced down at you with a soft smile, his lips curving up in that way that always made your heart flutter. His gaze was warm, affectionate, as if you were the only person in the room, despite the chaos of the other seven boys around you.

"Hey, you good?" he murmured softly, his voice for your ears only.

You nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder. "I’m good," you replied, your voice just as quiet, content to be close to him like this. You took a breath, inhaling his fresh scent.

But as the night wore on, the playful energy shifted into something more personal. The guys’ conversation became more boisterous, jokes flying back and forth, and you couldn’t help but zone out a little, your mind wandering as you watched them.

That’s when you caught it.

"Man, Hyunjin could have anyone he wanted," Changbin said with a laugh, his voice carrying just enough that you couldn’t miss it. "The way idols are always talking about him? He’d have a line of people waiting if he was single."

Your stomach twisted, the lightness in your chest suddenly vanishing.

You knew Changbin was just joking so you tried to let it slide.

Then Felix snickered, adding in, "Yeah, seriously, Hyung is pretty. And all those pretty idols crushing on him all the time- and even American celebrities…Hyunjin wouldn’t even need to try."

You blinked, your heart sinking further with each word. It wasn’t meant to be cruel; you knew that. The boys were just teasing, like they always did. But something about hearing it made the room feel smaller, the air heavier. Maybe because they were joking about it right in front of you.

Hyunjin chuckled softly beside you, seemingly unbothered by the conversation. But you weren’t Hyunjin. You were the one sitting next to him, the one who wasn’t an idol, wasn’t glamorous, wasn’t part of that world.

You weren’t like them.

You tried to keep your expression neutral, forcing a smile to stay on your lips even though your heart felt like it was sinking deeper with every passing second. But the doubts were already creeping in, their voices loud and insistent.

Could Hyunjin do better? The thought snaked its way into your mind, uninvited. Was he settling by being with you?

He could do better. Way better. It definitely feels like he was just settling with you. But...he treats you so well. Better than anyone else.

So, you knew it was silly- Hyunjin chose to be with you, he was the one who asked you out when he had first seen you working at the pet store where he picked up Kkami's food; he was the one who held you close like you were his whole world; even when you didn't initiate the contact. He was the one who was constantly making sure that you knew how he loved you more than anything.

But that voice in your head wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t let you push those thoughts away. What if the boys were right? What if Hyunjin could be happier, better off with someone who fit his life more seamlessly? Someone who understood the pressures of being in the public eye, someone who didn’t stand out in the wrong ways?

A knot formed in your throat as you shifted slightly in your seat, your body suddenly feeling too heavy, too present. You tugged at the sleeve of your shirt absentmindedly, trying to focus on anything but the sinking feeling in your chest.

Hyunjin’s hand on your shoulder tightened gently, a small, grounding squeeze. He glanced down at you again, sensing the shift in your mood. "You sure you’re okay?" he asked quietly, concern flickering in his eyes.

You managed a smile, nodding quickly. "Yeah," you replied, your voice soft and a little too tight. "Just tired...zoning out a bit..."

He frowned, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t push. Instead, he pulled you closer, his arm around you feeling more like a lifeline now. You leaned into him, trying to let the warmth of his body ease the growing tension inside you. But the doubts wouldn’t let go.

The conversation around you continued, but you couldn’t focus. All you could think about was how out of place you felt. The boys were like family to you, and Hyunjin always made sure you felt included. But suddenly, the gap between their world and yours seemed so vast, so unbridgeable.

You weren’t an idol. You didn’t have perfect skin, flawless features, or the confidence that seemed to come so naturally to the people Hyunjin worked with. You weren’t constantly surrounded by stylists and makeup artists, weren’t trained to be effortlessly beautiful like the idols they were talking about.

What if you were holding him back?

The thought hit you like a punch to the gut, and you swallowed hard, trying to push it down. But it lingered, persistent and sharp. What if Hyunjin was only with you because he felt comfortable? What if you were a burden he didn’t even realize he was carrying?

Your hand clenched around the fabric of your shirt, the texture rough under your fingertips as you fought to keep your emotions in check. The last thing you wanted was for Hyunjin to notice something was wrong- especially not now, not here, surrounded by his friends.

But Hyunjin knew you too well.

A blessing and a curse.

"You seem quiet tonight," he murmured, leaning down slightly so only you could hear him. His voice was soft, gentle, the way it always was when he could tell something was bothering you. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear accidentally, and you held back a shiver.

You forced another smile, hoping it didn’t look as fake as it felt. "I’m fine," you whispered back, once more, not trusting yourself to say more.

He studied your face for a moment, his brow furrowing in concern, but yet again he didn’t press further. He simply held you closer, his hand moving in slow circles against your arm as if he could sense the storm brewing inside you.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. You tried to engage in conversation, to laugh at the jokes and pretend everything was fine. But your mind was elsewhere, tangled in a web of insecurities that wouldn’t let go.

By the time you left the dorm, Hyunjin walking you home, your thoughts were spiraling out of control. You walked in silence, Hyunjin’s hand holding yours, but the usual comfort you felt in his touch was overshadowed by the nagging voice in your head.

As you reached your apartment, Hyunjin paused at the door, turning to face you with that same concerned look in his eyes. "Are you sure everything’s okay?" he asked, his voice low and careful. "And please, tell the truth baby."

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. You wanted to tell him. You wanted to spill everything, to let him know how scared you were that you weren’t enough for him, that he could do so much better. But the words stuck in your throat.

“I’m good” you said again, forcing a smile as you unlocked the door.

But even as you said it, you knew it was a lie.

The door clicked shut softly behind you as you stepped into your apartment, Hyunjin following closely behind. The familiar space felt suffocating. You couldn’t shake the heavy feeling pressing down on your chest, the doubts lingering like an unwelcome guest.

Hyunjin was still watching you closely, his brows furrowed in that concerned way he always had when he knew something was off but didn’t want to push too hard. His presence, usually so comforting, made your heart ache now. You didn’t want to burden him with your insecurities, but the weight of them was starting to crush you from the inside.

He kicked off his shoes, the soft thud of them hitting the floor breaking the silence. You stood there for a moment, your arms hanging limply at your sides, unsure of what to do next. Your boyfriend came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as he often did when he wanted to feel close.

"You’ve been quiet all night," he murmured, his voice warm against your ear, but there was an underlying concern in his tone. His fingers traced light patterns along your stomach as he held you close, his body pressed gently against yours. "That's not like you, usually you blab with Jeongin or Lee Know. What’s going on?"

You swallowed hard, feeling the tears prickling at the back of your eyes. The words felt stuck in your throat, tangled up with fear and insecurity. How could you explain that you felt like you weren’t enough for him? That you worried you’d never fit into his world, that you’d always be just a step behind?

Hyunjin sighed softly, his arms tightening around you for a moment before he loosened his grip. "You know you don’t have to pretend with me, right?" he whispered, his voice gentle. "If something’s bothering you, just tell me."

Your chest tightened at his words. He was always like this- so patient, so understanding. It only made you feel worse. You couldn’t bear the thought of him feeling like he had to reassure you all the time, like you were this fragile thing that constantly needed fixing.

But despite the urge to hide it all, your emotions had built up too much to keep locked away any longer. You could feel them bubbling to the surface, the doubts, the insecurities, the fear of losing him to someone better.

"I overheard something earlier," you said quietly, your voice trembling slightly. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, afraid of what you might see in his eyes. "What Changbin and Felix said… about how you could have anyone… especially an idol. And...you're always around them and..."

Hyunjin’s body stiffened behind you, his hold on you becoming still. "What about it?" he asked, his voice cautious, like he wasn’t sure where this was going.

You bit your lip, trying to keep the tears from falling, but the words tumbled out before you could stop them. "It just… it made me think," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "What if they’re right? What if I’m holding you back? You could be with someone better, someone who fits your world. Someone who’s… prettier, more confident, more-"

You couldn’t finish the sentence, your voice breaking as the tears finally spilled over. You hated how weak you sounded, hated that you were even saying this to him. But it was the truth, the ugly truth that had been gnawing at you ever since you overheard those words.

Hyunjin turned you around slowly, his hands gentle as they found your arms. His expression was unreadable, his brows furrowed, but his eyes held a softness that made your heart ache even more. He brought a hand to your face, gently brushing away the tears that had escaped.

"Y/N-ah." he said softly, his voice filled with something you couldn’t quite place. He didn’t look angry, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes, like it hurt him to hear you say those things.

You stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking, but he just pulled you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart, and for a moment, it grounded you. His hand moved up to the back of your head, stroking your hair softly.

"Why would you think that?" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Why would you ever think you’re not enough?"

Your breath hitched as you buried your face into his chest, his words sinking deep into your heart. You didn’t know how to explain it, didn’t know how to put into words the fear that had been gnawing at you for so long. "Because it’s true," you managed to say, your voice muffled against his shirt. "You could be with someone who fits into your life better. Someone who wouldn’t stand out or…or make you feel like you have to protect them or reassure them all the time."

Hyunjin pulled back slightly, tilting your chin up so you were forced to look at him. His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, there was only silence between you. His thumb traced your jawline, his gaze soft but intense.

"I don’t want someone else," he said firmly, his voice steady. "I don’t want someone who ‘fits’ into this crazy world of mine. I want you. You’re not holding me back. You’re not a burden. You’re…everything to me."

His words hit you like a wave, and you blinked, trying to process what he was saying. He looked at you like he couldn’t understand how you didn’t see it, how you didn’t realize how much you meant to him.

"You think I care about idols, about people who don’t even know me?" he asked, shaking his head slightly, almost as if the idea baffled him. "You’re the one who sees me for who I am. Not Hyunjin the idol, not Hyunjin from Stray Kids. Just me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. You're giving all I've ever wanted."

You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest, but the doubts still lingered. "But they’re right. I’m not-"

"They’re not right," he cut you off gently but firmly. "And it doesn’t matter what anyone else says. I love you. I love you because you’re you, not because you’re perfect or because you fit some image."

His words wrapped around you like a blanket, warm and reassuring, but you still felt a tremor of doubt. "But what if I’m not enough?"

Hyunjin sighed softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "You’re more than enough, Y/N," he whispered, his voice almost breaking. "I don’t want anyone else. I never have. And I never will. I need you to believe that."

For a long moment, you just stood there, staring up at him as his words sank in. The warmth of his hand against your skin, the softness in his eyes- it all made you feel so loved, so wanted, even if the insecurities still lingered at the edges of your mind.

Finally, you nodded, though the doubts didn’t fully disappear. But you could feel them start to fade, just a little, as Hyunjin pulled you close again, holding you like he was afraid to let go.

"I’m sorry," you whispered into his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist. "I didn’t mean to doubt you…I just…"

"Don’t apologize," he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head. "Just… trust me, okay? I’m not going anywhere. Ever. I promise."

You closed your eyes, breathing in his familiar scent, letting the steady beat of his heart calm the storm inside you. For now, that was enough.

It would always be enough.

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Sometime later...

Hyunjin stormed into the kitchen, his face set in a determined scowl. Lee Know, who had been lazily scrolling on his phone at the counter, glanced up, one eyebrow raised.

"Hyunjin?" Lee Know asked, barely glancing away from his phone. "What’s up?"

"Where’s the air fryer?" Hyunjin demanded, his voice tight but oddly calm.

Lee Know blinked, still scrolling. "The…air fryer? Why do you need that?"

Hyunjin ignored the question, eyes darting around. "And tissues. Where are the tissues?"

This caught Lee Know’s full attention. He finally put his phone down, smirking as he crossed his arms. "Ah, taking after your hyung now, huh? Makes sense. I am the best."

Hyunjin gave him a flat look but didn't miss a beat. "Eight is no longer fate, Minho. The kids are losing a chicken and a dwaekki today."

Lee Know's smirk grew wider as he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Ah, I see. A Hyunjin-style tantrum then?" He chuckled, totally unbothered. "Well, at least you’ve learned from the best."

Before Hyunjin could respond, Jeongin’s voice rang out from the living room.

"Channie Hyungggg!" Jeongin called, peeking his head into the kitchen with wide, playful eyes. "You might want to come here…Hyunjin’s about to air-fry Felix Hyung and Changbin Hyung!"

Seconds later, Chan appeared, with wide eyes. "Hyunjin, what now?"

Hyunjin sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. "I just wanted to teach them a lesson. Can I at least air fry something of theirs? Changbin Hyungs protein powder or Felix's Louis Vuitton satchel?"

Chan frowned. "Hyunjin now why would you want to do that?"

"They hurt Y/N's feelings. Unintentionally but still."

At that Lee Know and Jeongin both perked up.

"Fry them both. Now." They said in straight-faced unison.

Chan groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't get paid enough to raise these kids."

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3racha + size kink!!!!

note: requested by a nonnieeee!!! it was kinda rushed but i hope you still enjoy this x

genre: drabble, smut

𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

BANGCHAN

channie just wants to keep you safe & sound ngl. he gets off on the fact that you're also younger than him. so you have to rely on him most of the time in crowded places or unknown places and blindly follow his instructions.

in my eyes, he is the ultimate dominant bf that loves to tower over you and be somewhat intimidating. he loves how important and seen this role makes him.

also loves how when you hug, you basically become engulfed by his broad figure. same as that one time he fucked you against the wall at some party and when someone passed by, they didn't even notice your figure in front of him.

SEO CHANGBIN

i mean have you seen him??? we all know he adores to show off his muscles, now imagine him with his lover. acts all proud and satisfied when you ask to take a picture together in which his arms are the main focus and loves loves loves when you post it!!!

changbin loves how easy and effortlessly he can pick you up and catch you by surprise everytime. that's why most of the times you fucked it was up against the wall or just in the air. he also loves when he catches you staring at his muscles flexing.

and listen to me when i say that you're banned from cooking by yourself. changbin will be in charge of opening the jars, cutting or slicing, stir frying, mixing and basically everything (even though it was your idea to prepare dinner) because "he's a man with a backbone and only wants the best for his lady!"

HAN JISUNG

well hannie isn't as toned as chan nor changbin, yet i still think he enjoys the idea of being the bigger one in the relationship, even if there isn't that much of a difference .

he finds it cute how you're both around the same height and that he can lean in and steal a kiss every now and then when none of the members are watching.

also finds it extremely hot how when you sit on his lap, you're slightly taller than him so that when you ride him, he can look up at you, suck hickeys on your cleavage or mouth at your tits upsss.

changbin feels the way your hands slowly run down his sides before curling around his tummy, squishing him where he's soft now after a long day. he giggles a little, hands finding your own instantly as he pulls them away. "you're obsessed!"

but the sound of your sleepy laughter makes his heart flutter. he turns over to look at you, and you're looking at him like he's the person who hung every single star in the sky. the moment he lets go of your hand, you're already resting it at his hip with this silly little smile that he wants to kiss.

"you're cute, binnie." you take his face in both hands, squishing his cheeks just a little. "my big, buff--" you pause just long enough to yawn, "--squishy, cute binnie..."

ah. you've hit that point of sleepiness. he just chuckles, leaning in to kiss you. "you're still obsessed," he mumbles as he pulls away.

as if to prove his point, you wait until the exact moment that he turns over to snuggle back in and squish his tummy once more before settling in. but he smiles to himself, his back against your chest as he fully revels in being the little spoon to you.

𝐌𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠

☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, suggestive

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 1.3k

“Finally,” Chan grumbled as soon as Y/N slid in-between the sheets of their bed. “Took your time.”

Y/N's laughter was muffled by the pillow as her head dropped against it. “I was washing up.”

“Well, don't,” Chan said.

“Do you want me to be all dirty?” Y/N grinned.

“Yeah.”

She started to laugh again when the bedsheets rustled loudly; Chan wriggled forward and after curling his bare arms around his wife's waist, he pulled her towards his body.

The heat from his skin was immense. It seeped in immediately through Y/N's thin top, and she shivered as comfort gradually sunk into her flesh and down to the core of her bones.

“Don't waste your time washing up,” Chan's lips brushed against the base of Y/N's neck as he murmured his silly words to her. “You could be here cuddling me instead.”

At that, Y/N started to giggle again. She leaned back into her husband, and her lips softened into an affectionate smile of her own when she felt Chan's mouth curving up against her skin.

“Hmm … I'll think about it,” Y/N grinned widely, patting his hands gently.

“What do you mean, you'll think about it? There's nothing to think about,” Chan chuckled, his breath hot on her neck. It made goosebumps prickle against the lengths of her arms, and she sank further into his all-too welcoming embrace.

“Fine, I won't think about it,” Y/N hummed under her breath. “Whatever you want, Mr Clingy Bang.”

Chan laughed quietly. His hands were locked over Y/N's stomach, and his lips rested at the top of her head as he started to move his fingers slowly over his wife's body … they lightly trailed up her stomach, and then down again, and before Y/N knew it, his hands had made their way beneath the hem of her t-shirt.

She sighed at his predictable actions, though she was unable to keep the blush from creeping up on her cheeks.

“Christopher … “ Y/N shook her head as Chan's warm fingers caressed their way up her torso. “Honestly. What's the point of me wearing clothes if you're gonna do this?”

Chan snorted with laughter against her neck. “Well, I wasn't the one who told you to wear clothes.”

“No, if you had your way I'd never wear clothes again,” Y/N grumbled despite the contagious smile that kissed her lips. She jumped against him when the heat from his fingers travelled to the curves of her chest. “Oh my God. Chris … you're … “

Chan smirked at that. “I'm what, hmm?”

“Nothing,” Y/N gritted out through her teeth as she bit her lip.

“For the record,” Chan whispered as his hands smoothed over her stomach in loving strokes. “That's not completely true. I'd still let you wear clothes infront of people. In fact, you'd have to wear clothes in front of people … only I get to see you without them. Because … you're mine.”

Y/N grinned at that. Briefly closing her hands over his, Y/N suddenly shifted position; she turned around in the circle of her husband's arms until she was facing him, the man's doting face just as flushed as hers was as he looked down at her.

It made her giggle. His smooth talk was considerably less intimidating when she could actually see his face and witness the shyness that bloomed across his cheeks.

“Fine by me,” Y/N whispered. She had looped her arms around Chan's shoulders, and her fingers toyed with the soft curls at the nape of his neck as she tilted her head up to connect her lips with his.

Chan instantly smiled as he kissed his wife back. His hands on the small of her back, Chan pulled her closer and cushioned his lips within her own, the quietest sounds of delight escaping him the more she kissed him. His cheeks and nose were overly heated when she pulled away a little, his eyes sparkling like the stars in the shadows of their bed.

“You're driving me crazy … “ Y/N mumbled against the pillowy softness of Chan's lips. She rested her hands on his chest, relishing in the fire that weaved its way through the fibres of her skin upon contact.

Chan swallowed thickly, the sharp curve of his throat bobbing up and down with the movement. He leaned closer to her, his nose nuzzling against her cheek as his lips came to rest at the corner of Y/N's mouth, the man trying to be as close to her as possible.

“Not as crazy as you're making me,” Chan breathed. His words wavered as Y/N's hand slowly smoothed down his muscles. The beat of his heart drummed steadily against her fingers, the feeling as dizzying as it was soothing. “Baby … “

“Hmm?” Y/N smiled as she trailed her hands over his bare body; she traced her fingertips down the grooves of his stomach, and Chan hummed against her shoulder, his arms squeezing her torso before pressing himself further against her.

“If you don't take your top off in the next two seconds I'm going to do it for you,” Chan huffed a moment later. “Take. It. Off.”

“What if I don't want to?” Y/N snorted with hushed laughter. “Can't I wear my cute pj's in peace around you?”

“No,” Chan grinned, and he tugged at the hem of her top. “Pj's are for lounging around and watching movies in. Not for sleeping next to your husband in.”

“Oh yeah? Who says?” Y/N teased him.

She giggled when Chan suddenly threw one of his legs over her hips; she was rolled onto her back, Chan's fingers gentle yet firm as he rolled her top up and over his wife's head.

“Me. I say so,” Chan said as he tossed the garment over the bed. He then flopped down onto his wife, his arms wrapping around her stomach again as his head dropped against the hollow just beneath her chin. “It's been more than two seconds. I warned you.”

Y/N's body shook beneath him as she silently laughed at the man's antics. She slipped her hands through his hair, smiling at how his curls were finally breathing after his earlier shower. She tugged at them playfully, gently caressing her fingers over his temples and forehead.

“You're insane, Christopher Bang,” Y/N whispered.

Chan's smiled against her chest as his eyes fell shut. The combination of his head against Y/N's heartbeat was already acting like a sleeping pill to his body, and the man's words started to merge together as drowsiness took a hold of him. “I can't help it. The feeling of your skin against mine … it's the most comforting feeling in the world. Just … makes me feel … safe … ”

Y/N peered down at him; Chan's face had softened, his lashes dark against the fairness of his skin. He looked as though he was already half asleep, and the woman felt her heart melt at the sight of him.

He really was the cutest, most infuriatingly handsome man she had ever seen.

“Fine, you win this time,” Y/N murmured as she swept his hair away from his face. She grinned. “Only you can manage to be this adorable after ripping my clothes off of me.”

Her comment made the man burst into laughter all over again. He lifted his head and wriggled closer to her so his face was hovering above hers.

“Give me a kiss,” Chan murmured.

Y/N's lips twitched. “You give me one.”

“I asked first.”

Cheeks hurting from smiling, Y/N curled her hand around her husband's bulging bicep and pulled him down onto her; she kissed him softly, all the while wrapping her limbs around him as best as she could. Their bodies were so tangled together that they resembled that of a tight knot; they fit perfectly together, their shared warmth mingling as they rested their foreheads against one another, the level of tenderness between them sending them both off to a peaceful sleep.

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Finally putting this out there so everything is in one spot. All of my stories are written with a gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified. There's probably eventually going to be smaller lists created and added to this, but here's everything as of currently:

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Stray Kids X reader:

Falling in love with Skz [fluff]

Skz finds out you're not eating [hurt/comfort with some angst]

Skz finds you struggling with self harm [hurt/comfort with some angst]

Skz finds you battling suicide [hurt/comfort with some angst]

A flicker of hope [hurt/comfort]

Star lost [comfort/hurt]

Behind the light [comfort with some angst]

Cover me [comfort/hurt]

Comflex [comfort/hurt]

Love is a spider [comfort/hurt]

Youtiful [comfort/hurt]

Idle town [fluff]

It comes and goes in waves [comfort/hurt]

Not strong enough [comfort/hurt with fluff]

Don't let me go [fluff]

And I'll never go home again [comfort/hurt with angst]

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Chan X reader:

Room Temperature Noodles [fluff & comfort/hurt]

Happiness is a butterfly [angst without a happy ending]

I love you, I love you, I love you [fluff & comfort/hurt]

Experience [comfort/hurt]

Teacher's pet [angst with comfort/hurt]

Daddy issues [angst with comfort/hurt]

Kill this love [angst without a happy ending]

Will you have me or watch me fall? [mafia AU]

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Lee Know x reader:

Five, six, seven, eight [fluff with a touch of angst]

Fifty-fifty [comfort/hurt with fluff]

The art of being human [angst with comfort/hurt]

You're somebody else [angst with no happy ending]

To be alone with you [fluff]

Nothing new [comfort/hurt]

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Changbin x reader:

A pickle for your thoughts? [fluff]

Truce? [comfort/hurt]

Swan dive [comfort/hurt]

Northern attitude [comfort/hurt]

I miss you, I'm sorry [angst with no happy ending]

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Hyunjin x reader:

Possibility [angst with no happy ending]

My muse [fluff]

Stupid bird [fluff]

To Saturn and back [angst with no happy ending]

Straight shooter [mafia AU]

The cut that always bleeds [comfort/hurt]

Oranges to orange juice [comfort/hurt with angst]

Love, dad [comfort/hurt]

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Han x reader:

Honey bun [fluff]

Novocaine [fluff]

Enamored Remedy [fluff]

Gone away [angst with no happy ending]

Look after you [comfort/hurt]

Tetris [fluff]

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Felix x reader:

Sweet cheeks [fluff]

Cookie monster [fluff]

Cuddle bug [fluff]

Corroded love [angst with no happy ending]

The depths between [ Siren AU mini-series]

Devil's advocate [Mafia AU]

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Seungmin x reader:

Passionate kisser, unlimited trickster [fluff]

Time, love, effort, and cooties [fluff & comfort/hurt]

This is me trying [comfort/hurt]

Ice, ice, baby [fluff]

Waiting for us [comfort/hurt]

Mess is mine [comfort/hurt]

Birds of a feather [fluff]

Somewhere only we know [fluff]

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I.N x reader:

My baby [fluff]

We'll keep this love in a photograph [right person, wrong time angst]

Duck, duck, goose [angst & comfort]

Already gone [comfort/hurt]

Drowning [comfort/hurt with angst]

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Full length fanfics on Wattpad/Ao3:

Taste | Changbin | Slow burn enemies to lovers

N0 B0DY, N0 CRIM3 | Chan | Mafia/crime AU with a slow burn forbidden romance

Forget-me-not | Seungmin | Memory loss trope with a slow-building romance

He's got the whole world in his hands | Jeongin | Priest psychological horror AU with demonic possession and some forbidden romance

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AUTHORS NOTE ; this is a repost from my old blog ( chrisbahng-old ). this is the only place this has been reposted and any other reposts are not me nor are they allowed. I am hoping to have new content soon and appreciate all the support so far <3

warnings ; somnophilia, threesome, unprotected sex, anal, spitting, pet names

cuddling with chan in his bedroom, the lights are off and the led lights above his bed are on, shrouding the room in a deep purple hue. you’re laying on top of chan in a skirt that’s been riding up on you all night. every time you shift, it rises higher and higher, your white and pink striped panties on full display now. your head is buried in chan’s chest and you can feel yourself drifting off to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms.

you feel one of chan’s arms shift from holding your back and makes its way down your body, stopping on the swell of your ass. you felt chan knead and grope at the flesh, a small whimper escaping your lips at the feeling. “shh…it’s okay baby, i got you. just go to sleep, yeah?” chan cooed in your ear, his low voice lulling you almost all the way to sleep.

chan adjusted himself, waking you up slightly, feeling as he takes his hand from your back to pull down his sweats and boxers. you sit up sleepily and sit back on his thighs, allowing him to get comfortable before taking your place back on top of him. “gonna fuck my little pup, alright?” and all you can do is nod into his neck as he slides his cock across your slit before finding your hold and pushing in ever so slowly. you whine and bury your head deeper into his skin, if that’s even possible.

chan fucks into your cunt slowly as to not wake you even more. he knows you’ve been missing sleep because of finals week and that you needed this just as much as he does.

chan fucks up into you a few more times before the bedroom door opens and jisung saunters in, you look over at the noise and smile softly at the younger boy before laying your head back down and closing your eyes again.

jisung walks to the bed and the bed shifts under the new weight as jisung sits up on his knees and lifts your skirt up, exposing the skin of your ass to him, he sighs at the sight and takes his cock out from his pants, pumping himself to full hardness before taking his hand and placing it on your ass, lining his cock up with your hole. he spits on your hole before pushing his cock in with a grunt. you moan quietly as your holes fill full of your boyfriend’s cocks. you were used to this, them both using you at the same time, and you agreed that they could use you while you slept, or were on the verge of sleeping.

the two boys fucked deep and hard into you as you felt a knot growing in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with each thrust. chan has mastered his thrusts into you, making sure to hit your spot every time, while jisung is still messy with his pace, he wants to make you feel good, but he’s new to the relationship and still needs to get used to your body.

the knot grew to the tightest it could, on the verge of snapping when you hear jisung sighing blissfully behind you and you feel his cum fill up your ass, and you know chan isn’t far behind.

chan groans and you feel his warm cum paint your walls. he slows his thrusts down before sliding his softening cock out of your now dripping cunt.

chan presses a kiss to your temple before petting your hair. “you did so good for me and Sung, pup. so good.”

the weight at the end of the bed lets off and you turn to see jisung stuffing his cock back into his boxers. he comes over to you and kisses your lips softly.

“i love you,” chan and jisung say in unison.

bf!Bangchan x gn!reader (ot8 mentioned)

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When he calls you clingy, so you distance yourself

Previous Pt. 4

Pt. 5

!Warnings: angst, reader is confused about their feelings, fluff, reader tries to get better, swearing, term "princess" is used once, channie the therapist (lmk if i missed anything)

Side-Note: This might not be how most people expected it to be but I had to fix this somehow, also I think chan is a person to rather talk abt arguments 🤏🏽 also I'd like to do this random-question-number thingy, what do y'all think abt it??

It has been a week, since you basically threw Chan out and the past days, you kept yourself busy with chores all over your apartment, sometimes even doing the same thing twice, just to not think about what happened.

Chan texted you every day sometimes more, sometimes less, asking about how your day was, how you slept, if you ate something, but never if you wanted to hang out. You were glad he didn't ask, you didn't feel like seeing him, or anyone else, and your replies, if you even replied, we're really short and dry, often answering only after hours even though you've seen the message as soon as he sended it. You didn't want him to think that you're desperately waiting for a message from him.

You've noticed that you think like that very often since you didn't hug him back, almost as if something in you shifted, but you can't really tell what it is...

xxxxxx

You're currently washing up the dishes in the kitchen, while playing with the thought to extend your vacation, to one more week, when the door bell rang. You dried your hands on a towel and hurried to the door opening it, to see a package delivery man stand on the other side.

"I have a gift package for Y/n Y/l/n. Do they live here?" the man asks. "Yes, that's me, but I don't think I orde-" "There you go" the man interrupts you and puts the package and a bouquet of flowers in front of your feet, fastly walking off.

You stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the flowers. You sigh out and decided to take the package inside, at least it were your favorite flowers. As you sat the package onto the dining room desk, a sticky note fell out of the flowers, written on it: "Your co-workers said you took a vacation, so I thought I'll send you some flowers and some of your favorites to enjoy the days, take care princess ~channie"

That's so sweet, that's so sweet that it makes you feel bad for purposely avoiding chan. It isn't even that you're actually avoiding him, it's more like, you don't want to spend as much time with him, as you wanted before, but why? You walked towards your room, the package and flowers laying in the dinning room, untouched.

You fell face flat on your bed and groaned, turning over to your back. You didn't want to think about what happened that day, or what was wrong with you, but it seems like you have no choice. You love Chan and you don't want this dream relationship to end.

You've sat up in your bed and stared at your walk, for good 5 minutes before you decided to think about what happened the past weeks.

You thought about what chan said, all those hurtful things, his actions, your and his behavior, about what changed in your behavior...

That's when it hits you. You did, in fact, on purpose avoid him, but not because something is actually wrong with you, it's just that the words he said, the way he ignored you for a whole week, you took it all very serious, you took it to heart.

It's not that you hate him, it's that you hate the fact that you are who you are, that you're in fact clingy and over caring and that you don't want him to think that of you. That you avoid being with him so he doesn't say something like that every again.

Now that you think about it, it's just so stupid. He would never honestly think like that....would he?

You lay down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe you should meet up with him again? You do miss him...but what if it ends like that day before...?

You groan and roll around in your bed, when you get a message on your phone

Should you just ignore the message?.... But then nothing would change.... Maybe you should talk to him about it, tell him how you feel and how much his words, did hurt you.... This would be for the best.

You stood up from your bed and went to the door, opening it.

There was a bag, filled with noodles, sushi, even soju. You picked it up and went inside again, leaving the door open for chan to enter.

You've placed the food on the dining table, put the flowers in a vase, took out 2 pairs of chopsticks out of your cabinet and two cups.

Shortly after, you heared chan's voice, as he entered your apartment.

"Baby, i'm here!" he yelled, a little too loud, you got a headache already, or it's just because you weren't used to loud sounds anymore, since you haven't been around the boys anymore.

Chan entered the dining room and back hugged you. You melt into his touch, a warm hug, filled with love. You've missed that, but the voices in the back of your head are screaming your clingyness, so you back away, as fast as you melted.

"Sit down and eat with me" you stated, and waited for Chan to sit down, before you took a seat yourself. You've missed this. Sitting at the same table with him, eating together, spending time, you grabbed your chopsticks.

But what if he thinks you're clingy right now too?... The grip on your chopsticks tighten, which didn't get unnoticed by Chan, who laid his own, to the side. "Y/n, Baby, what's going on? I can tell there's something off and you wanted to talk about something..." Silence. "Y/n love ple-" "What you said..." you interrupted.

"What you said that day, really hurt me. I've just noticed that it really affects me and I don't know what to do about it" you were on the verge of crying, but you didn't care. There's nothing that can stop the waterfall of words now.

"I love you, I really do. I miss you so much, I want to spend so much time with you as before but..." you sob out and let the tears fall, which Chan wiped away with his thumb. "But everytime i'm around you my brain says that you don't like it that i'm around, that you think i'm clingy...even now-" "No." your endless sobs were interrupted by chan.

"No I could never. Never ever could I think you're too clingy, never would I not like you being around me. I took your sweet, caring and affectionate personality by granted, and doing so and saying that, were my biggest mistakes ever" Chan stood up and walked over to you, squatting in front of you, wiping away your tears.

"I'll tell you that as often as I need to, as you want me to, you're my life, my everything and I could never replace you with anything or anyone. Cling to me as much as you want, I don't know, come to the toilet with me, do whatever you want, you can have it, you deserve it my love." He kisses your cheek, as you started crying even more.

"Don't stain your pretty face with tears again because of me please" he rubs your cheek, staring into your eyes and your mind is suddenly so clear. That's what you want, what you need, is right there in front of you.

"Channie...my love...you're...i love you I'm sorry I'm so clingy sometimes..."

"No. You're not clingy at all. You're loving and that's why I adore you even more day by day, that's why I love you even more day by day, and this will never change. We're getting through it. Together and forever clinging to each other."

xxxfew weeks laterxxx

"Babe am I too clingy...? Do you want me to get off you?" you ask him. You were currently curled up on Chan's lap in his chest, on the couch watching a movie. "No love, I love having you so close" he smiles down at you. "Are you sure...? I can get off you know?..." "More than very sure" he holds you tighter. Even though it's the 10th time you've asked him that in less than 10 minutes, he still says the same. Maybe it's not bad at all, being clingy. After all it's your man you're clinging to, no?

THE END TEEHEEE

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asking for a pillow to cuddle with when you stay over as a prank

i. skz x reader

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Chan

Gets extremely pouty

Doesn’t understand why you need the pillow

“I’m literally right here! All warm and ready to be cuddled and you ask for a pillow?”

He would whine if you decided to cuddle the pillow and not him until you gave up and ended the night in his arms

Minho

He would blink twice at you and then at the pillow in his hand

“Why?”

You’d explain that the only way you can sleep is if you are hugging something

“Am I not good enough to cuddle anymore? Why do you need a pillow when I’m right here?”

Would also get pouty

Changbin

Would level you with an unamused look knowing you’re up to something

“I’m sorry did you just ask for a pillow to cuddle when I’m right here?”

Would also pout for show at the fact that you don’t want to cuddle him

“Pillows can’t make you feel safe though can they? Cmon y/n just cuddle me please?”

(Plus that chest? Those arms?? You’re insane to pick a pillow over him even if it is a prank.)

Hyunjin

A scoff would leave this man for sure at your audacity

“So a pillow is better than me? No—no I get it y/n that’s fine.”

Would pull away from your touch, maybe even dramatically cry

Wouldn’t put it past him to hog all the pillows so you’re forced to cuddle him

Jisung

When you ask for the pillow to cuddle he simply shakes his head

“Sorry none to spare. Guess you’re going to have to settle for me instead.”

“But you have three right—.”

“Why do you not want to cuddle me? I’m better than any pillow.”

Would also hog all of the pillows from you pt. 2

Felix

Would be hurt by the fact that you ask for a pillow

His eyes would get all big and wide, looking confused at the request

“Why? What’s wrong? Did I do something? Are you mad at me? Why can’t we cuddle?”

You’d have to tell him it was a prank and make it up to him with kisses you’d just HAVE to

Seungmin

Would launch the pillow at your face

“Here’s your precious pillow. If you get cold don’t come crawling over here.”

Would build a pillow wall between the two of you

“There since you don’t want to cuddle me I put pillows here as well.”

Even when you tell him it’s a prank he’s still pout at you but eventually take you into his arms

Jeongin

He doesn’t say anything at first just looks at you confused

“But we always cuddle? Why are you asking for a pillow?”

When you tell him you need it to sleep bhe just frowns

“Have you not been sleeping well cuddling me? I’m sorry here you go,” he says dejectedly as he hands you a pillow.

“I’ll put on behind you too so that you can have one if you flip over during the night.”

chris looks up when you place a plate next to him, pulling his headphones down so that they hang around his neck. there's just a single chocolate muffin sitting in the middle of it that makes his mouth water, but he restrains himself as he watches you. "new recipe?"

you nod. "i found it online, yeah. i like them, but..."

i want to know if you do, too. chris knows you too well: you always try to find things that both of you like so that you can justify baking them more often. he pulls at the wrapper, chocolate ganache already dripping on the side of his thumb, and takes a bite.

and then he stops. his eyes widen, and he's speaking around a mouthful of muffin as he goes in for a second bite, "oh my god, marry me--"

you avert your gaze, cheeks warming up. "so... good?"

he swallows and wipes his mouth before pecking you on the cheek. "very good."

you smile as you turn away, already heading back to the kitchen. but you pause, speaking up right as he goes to put his headphones back on, "also... get me a ring, and i'll think about it."

Sunkissed

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word count: 2,798

Content warnings: Fluff

Summary: Chan has planned a fun filled pool day for the boys and you. What happens when you show up in one of your finest bikinis?

The sun has been absolutely brutal the last few days and it was all starting to get to everyone if the hot tempers of the boys were anything to go by, at least five times Chan had to pull one of the boys away from the other to let them all cool off over an insignificant argument. It wasn’t until Hyunjin had wound up screaming in Felix’s face over some perceived slight that Chan had decided that a pool day was what they all needed, he had even texted you to ask if you wanted to come along since he knew that you were feeling the effects of this heat as well. 

While he had been nervous to ask you to join them all he was glad that he had because he would get to spend some more time with you. Ever since you bumped into Chan a year ago while he and Seungmin were out on a coffee run for the boys he had fallen hard and fast for you. It had been entirely way too easy for him to become smitten with your smile and your kind nature. The way you had easily fit into their group made Chan’s heart race with an anticipation that nearly scared him, but you always managed to reassure him with sweet soft looks and softer smiles that made his chest grow tight and his head fill with a warm fuzzy fog.

The boys had quickly picked up on their leader’s affection for you and whether you were around or not they would constantly tease him about his feelings he was harboring for you. But when you were around them they were more ruthless with their teasing. Chan had been worried about you realizing what the boys were teasing him about but you had remained oblivious to their teasing. And as relieved as Chan was for that it was also frustrating, if you had understood what the boys were teasing him about it would’ve made him confessing his feelings for you slightly less stressful but he wasn’t that lucky.

He hoped eventually he’d grow the courage to confess his feelings to you but so far nothing had happened and he was starting to become desperate. Every time he was around you he could feel his affection and attraction for you swell and pulse inside of him until it was pressing against his skin with its desire to be let out. But whenever Chan would feel the words on the tip of his tongue he would swallow them as doubt crept into his mind and stole his brief spot of courage. It was maddening how many times he had almost confessed to you, there had even been some times when he had confessed his feelings for you while Changbin or Han had been in the studio with you. Changbin and Han had even started a bet on when Chan would finally confess to you and the other boys had eagerly participated in the bet much to Chan’s chagrin.

The chatter of the boys bounced off the walls of the changing room and Chan grinned softly as he heard Seungmin teasing Jeongin for his bathing suit trunks choice as Jeongin snapped back that Seungmin’s swim trunks were boring and he was just jealous of his style choice. He could hear Han and Minho talking to each other about what floats they wanted for themselves as they moved through the large room and Changbin was loudly yelling at Felix and Hyunjin to hurry up. Shaking his head Chan shifted as a soft ping rang out in the room and he dug his cell phone out of the large tote he was carrying that had all their things inside. Looking down at the phone he saw that you had texted him to let him know that you were on your way and should be there in about ten minutes. His grin grew wide across his face as he read the text before he heard Hyunjin and Felix cooing at him from the door leading out to the pool, rolling his eyes he scoffed at the two of them as they laughed loudly at him.

“Is your Jagi finally on her way?” Felix teased softly and Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows at him causing Chan to frown softly.

“She’s not my Jagiya.” Chan retorted tiredly in an annoyed tone while shaking his head as he pushed past the boys and out onto the pool deck.

“YOu wish she was though!” shouted Changbin from where he was standing by the lounge chairs. Chan huffed softly at his friend as the other boys who had already jumped into the pool or sat on the ledge looked over at Chan. He walked slowly over to the lounge chairs and set down the tote before he began pulling out the towels, floats and sunscreen he had packed for all of them.

“Is Chan finally going to confess to Noona?” Jeongin asked as he popped up from underwater and Seungmin laughed in response to his question.

“Leave him alone. He’ll confess when he’s ready.” Minho scolded Jeongin as he kicked water at the younger boy.

“Yah! You just want to win the bet!” shouted Changbin as he ran towards the edge of the pool and jumped into the water splashing Seungmin who shouted at Changbin and began trying to dunk him. Chan rolled his eyes and shook his head at his friends before handing the sunscreen over to Felix who happily took it before moving over to Hyunjin to share the sunscreen. Han grinned at Chan as he quickly grabbed two of the floats for him and Minho before moving back to his friend and they began to blow up the floats.

Quickly the boys settled into a game of pool football while some of them lazed about on the floats or just swam back and forth in the cool water. Chan smiled softly to himself as he watched them all enjoy themselves as they cooled off in the scorching heat that had been affecting them all. It was so nice to finally have peace among the group and Chan found himself soon settling as he sat on the ledge of the pool with his legs dangling in the water. 

He was leaning back on his hands letting the sunk soak into his skin while the water kept his body temperature regulated. He was starting to feel lazy as he relaxed in the sun when suddenly a shadow fell over his face and he opened his eyes from behind his dark sunglasses and spotted you grinning down at him.

“Hey there Chan!” you greeted him happily before you walked over to the lounge chairs and set your own brightly colored tote bag down next to his. Chan quickly scrambled out of the pool causing Minho to cry out as he was splashed by the water with Chan’s quick movement.

“Hey, you finally made it!” Chan greeted you back happily and you smiled over your shoulder at him before you turned to face him. “Do you need to go get changed?” Chan asked distractedly before his eyes widened as he watched you shake your head quickly and reach down to the hem of your t-shirt. He watched silently stunned as you easily slipped your t-shirt off your body before his eyes drank in your bright blue bikini top. Chan swallowed quickly and he could hear soft snickers from behind him but he ignored his friends as his eyes began to dart along your torso before snapping up to your face as you pulled your arms down after taking off your t-shirt.

You effortlessly dropped your t-shirt onto your tote bag behind you before turning back to Chan and began to shimmy out of your jean shorts causing Chan’s eyes to dart down to your hips as the matching bikini bottom was revealed to him. The air in his lungs was punched out of his chest as he spied the bright blue material covering your skin. He watched mesmerized as your hips shifted from side to side as you slid your shorts down your legs before twisting to the side and throwing them onto your bag as well.

When you stood there in front of him in your bikini Chan felt as if he couldn’t catch his breath, you were gorgeous. The blue material accented the wide expanse of bare skin that was on display to him and Chan’s fingers twitched and itched to reach out and touch you but he curbed his desire just barely as he heard the boys snickering again from behind him. 

“Looking good Noona!” called out Changbin from the pool as he effortlessly dragged Jeongin and Hyunjin through the water as they tried to grab the football from his hands. Chan whirled around and glared at Changbin who grinned at him cheekily before dunking Jeongin.

“Thanks Bin!” you chirped at him happily as you peeked around Chan at the boys at the pool with a wide grin on your face. Chan looked over at you and saw how happy you looked to receive a compliment from Changbin and without thinking he opened his mouth to compliment you but Felix spoke up before he could.

“The blue looks great on you Noona.” Felix said as he swam close to the edge of the pool where you and Chan stood.

“Thanks Felix.” you responded softly to him as your face flushed slightly with a pretty blush that caught Chan’s attention and held it for an embarrassingly long moment. “Hey Chan, can you help me with something?” you asked with a soft bashful smile as you looked up at him hopefully.

“Yeah, whatever you need.” he answered, still feeling stunned by how pretty you were as he nodded his head in agreement. He watched as your eyes lit up and your smile broadened across your face.

“Great!” you said thankfully before you turned around and bent over your tote bag digging through it for something. Chan nearly groaned aloud as he spied the blue material stretching across your ass as it bounced slightly right at the perfect height for his hips and hands. He had to quickly turn his head away from you, and think about something other than how perfect your ass looked in your bikini bottoms, when you stood straight once more. Han burst out laughing at the pool edge and Chan glared at him as he and Minho both wiggled their eyebrows at him with smirks on their faces. “Can you help me put my sunscreen on my back?” you asked sweetly and Chan nearly snapped his neck as he whipped his head back to stare at you with wide eyes as Minho burst out laughing loudly at his predicament.

Chan lightly grabbed onto your elbow and began to pull you away from the lounge chairs by the boys to one that was a few chairs down the pool deck and gave you enough distance from the eagerly watching boys so that you had a little bit of privacy. You frowned softly in confusion as you looked up at Chan with worried eyes and he felt his heart thud in his chest at your expression. You were just so kind and sweet that he couldn’t help but fall further for you as he tugged you closer to him.

“Just to give us a little privacy and there’s more shade down here.” he tried to explain away your confusion but you tilted your head to the side still slightly confused as you stared at him. Chan internally groaned at how adorable you were wanting to just reach for you and kiss the expression off your face. He hoped you just accepted what he said and the two of you could move on with his torture, because in all essence of your request this would be torture for him.

“Okay.” you said suddenly with a shrug before you popped open the sunscreen container and began lathering up your legs. Chan blew out a slow breath as he watched you bend forward to get all the way down to your toes before standing straight once again and slathering some onto your stomach. His eyes followed as your hands moved across your stomach and then over your chest, he tried to look away when he saw your hand slip under the strap of your bikini top but he couldn’t. Not when he caught a glimpse of the top swell of your breast and his jaw dropped open in shock as desire coursed through him.

Thankfully he was able to control himself when you suddenly turned to him and held out the tube of sunscreen to him before you turned your back to him. He uncapped the tube and squirted some sunscreen into his palm before tossing the tube to the lounge chair next to the two of you. He then rubbed his hands together before placing his hands on your shoulders. You gasped softly as his hands began to massage the lotion into your skin before his hands traveled up the back of your neck. The shiver that traveled up and down your spine as his fingers dug into the muscles on your neck delighted Chan immensely, the way your body responded to him as it began to relax underneath his touch made him feel giddy with happiness.

He slides his hands back down to your shoulders and hears you softly whine as he digs his fingers into some tight spots that he can feel underneath your skin. The sound of your soft whine shoots straight through his body and he can feel his swim trunks start to grow tight around his groin. He huffs softly and tries to think about anything else so that he won’t embarrass himself in front of you and the boys but you don’t allow him to think of anything else but you as you shift on your feet and let your head fall back on your neck as you whimper softly. Chan stares down at you in awe as your face is tilted up to him and your eyes flutter shut in pleasure at his ministrations. Your lips part softly with slightly panting breaths and your tongue quickly darts across your bottom lip wetting it to make it sparkle in the sunlight.

Slowly dragging his hands down your back to the waistband of your bikini bottoms he watches as your body shifts closer back towards him and your eyebrows furrow slightly as his fingers dig into your lower back. The soft groan that rips from your mouth nearly brings him to his knees but he plants his feet and then drags his hands back up your body making sure to get under the strap across your back. Chan can feel his own breathing start to match your stuttered breaths and he watches as your eyes flutter open for a brief moment and you grin widely up at him.

“Hey space cadet, did I lose you?” you ask him softly and he flinches at your question before he realizes that he had stopped rubbing sunscreen into your skin. He quickly shakes his head chuckling softly at your teasing before going back to massaging the lotion into your skin which causes you to shut your eyes quickly and your mouth to part once again. Chan gets lost in the monotonous movement of slathering you with sunscreen and soon the two of you are only separated by an inch of open air as you softly whimper and groan at the soothing sensation you get from his massage. When he’s done Chan leans that inch forward to whisper in your ear.

“All done pretty girl.” he whispers and your eyes flutter open to stare up at him as he towers over you, locking his eyes with yours. You gasp softly at whatever look you see on his face before your whole body shivers against his as his hand slides around your neck to rest just under your jawbone. “Can I kiss you pretty girl?” he asks softly and watches as your eyes widen with desire pooling in your sparkling orbs as your face heats with a soft blush.

“Thought you’d never ask.” you whisper to him and Chan leans down to crash his lips to yours while keeping your head tilted back. He groans softly into your pliant mouth at the first touch of your lips together before he maneuvers you into a more comfortable position as he deepens the kiss. His hands easily fall to your waist and drag you flush to his body just as the boys can be heard cheering loudly and splashing in the pool while your arms loop around his neck and you kiss him back. 

For your colour prompt!

Hyunjin with ❤️ would hit so hard like, man's would be stunned and blubbering and God 🫠

Looking forward to what you come up with xxx

❤️ Randomly telling Hyunjin "I love you" just because

Wc: 226 words

Warnings: none, just fluff

An: I started it, had a mental breakdown, bon appetit 😅 I'm posting this basically as soon as I finish it so sorry for any errors. I wish it was longer but it is what it is ig 😔

And ty for sending in a request 🩷

You and your lovely boyfriend decided to have a simple night in, canceling your picnic date plans due to bad weather.

It was raining and you could just barely hear the gentle rolling of thunder over the drama you'd put on.

The curtains were closed, candles were lit, and you were cuddled into your boyfriend under the fuzzy throw blanket he'd brought you back from a trip. He said it reminded him of you when he saw it while he was out shopping for souvenirs.

The atmosphere was perfectly cozy, the woody vanilla scent of the candles wafting through the air, casting a soft glow into the otherwise dark living room.

You're snuggled up to Hyunjin on the sofa with your legs off to the side, leaning your top half into his side. You think about all the beautiful experiences you've had with him over the course of your relationship so far and what's to come in the future. Overcome with a swelling sense of love in your heart, you lean more into your boyfriend and hug his side as well as you can in your position.

He naturally hugs you back, glancing down to face you with an expression of curiosity.

"Something up, Darling?"

You took in a deep, relaxing breath, exhaling dreamily before speaking.

"Nothing, I just love you Jinnie," You said, giving him a gentle squeeze.

He felt his breath hitch and his body stiffen at your sudden profession, searching his brain for how he should respond.

With heat rising up his neck and into his reddening cheeks, he leans forward to place a soft kiss on your head, holding you tighter, and says those three words back to you in reciprocation.

"I love you too, my love." He chuckled. "You're so random sometimes."

Prompts

✨ Cuddling with (Minho)✨

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Lee Minho Will never and I mean NEVER ask for cuddles, but you know what he will do? He will stand in front of you until you look up and open your arms for him to bury his head in either your chest or neck.

Just imagine him having a rough day, you knew he did when he opened the door to your shared bedroom looking like he hadn't slept In Days which probably was the case

He did the usual stand in front of you not even saying a hello waiting for you to open your arms and play with his hair. You on the other hand decided to be a tease, you looked up smiling at him "aww baby you look tired how about I make you something to eat?"

He narrowed his eyes at you, that's not how it works and for a second he thought that you didn't get it but soon that thought disappeared once he saw you grin.

He huffed out a breath before grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up on his shoulder, you shrieked at the sudden move, "Lee Minho put me down now!!" and he did on the bed, your body bouncing off it "that was not very ni-" "be quiet" and with that he laid on top of his head buried in your neck preparing small kisses along it.

You giggled, you always told him you were ticklish there, you felt him smile against your neck, you started playing with his hair as you felt him relax

"you know you can just say you want cuddles, right?" he didn't respond. You look down to see him already asleep you chuckled softly kissing his forehead "love you" he hummed, you tensed up immediately, you thought he was asleep neither of you two ever said the word love before “Wuv you too” he mumbled while his face was still squished against your chest. You felt yourself relax

You don't know if it was his sleep deprived state that made him say this with such ease or the fact he felt too relaxed in your hold but you smile nonetheless, closing your eyes as well trying to get some sleep

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✦ Masterlist ✦

"honey..." your voice is quiet enough, eyes squinting at him in the darkness. "'m cold..."

seungcheol thinks he loves your sleepy face the most sometimes. there's just something so cute about the way you paw at his shirt, missing his warmth, while half-asleep. he pulls the blankets back over him as he snuggles in to you.

"i'm here," he says, voice slightly hoarse since he, too, is barely awake now. "'m here."

you move into his arms, snuggling up close to him. even while half-asleep, he's not surprised when you shiver a little. you're the cold one in this relationship, always snuggling with him for warmth when you aren't layered up a little. you always shoot down the idea of turning the air up a little--you'd rather just have warm blankets (and warm husband) with a cold room instead of writhing around uncomfortably underneath it all. he draws the comforter over you, and snuggles in.

he kisses your forehead one more time, and stays close to you. your own personal heater for life, he'd called himself in your wedding vows. and he smiles to himself at the memory when he feels your lips press against his chest, separated from the skin by the t-shirt he's wearing tonight.

it matches your own. your own matching pair for life, you'd said in your own vows. the other sock, the peanut butter to his jelly. he just rubs his fingers alongside the side of your arm, content that he's right where he wants to be.

"I Don't Have A Girlfriend." - H.H [SKZ]

Summary : In which you go with Hyunjin to get his wisdom teeth removed.

Warnings : Hyunjin all doped up at the dentist for shits n giggles, felix/seungmin/changbin laughing at him, teasing banter, mention of binnie's bday gift from minho

"What year is it?"

"2024. Halfway through, baby." You laugh, hand coming up to the arm of the chair he lays in to rest there in case he tries to move around. And he does, sitting himself up a bit as if he's worried he's late for something.

Hyunjin huffs out a breath through his nose, turning his head to look at you. You can't deny that he looks god awful and adorable at the same time; Hair tousled, eyes puffy with sleep and cheeks swollen far more than usual from the medication and procedure he'd just undergone. "How long was I asleep?"

You pull your notification tab down with the tip of your index finger to check. "They put you under about an hour and a half ago, so you were asleep for.. I don't know, twenty minutes after they were done?"

"Twenty..." His voice trails off, soft and grumbly from just waking up. His lips press together before parting again, forced open by the gauze in his mouth and cheeks. His head turns towards the door and then down to the thin blanket placed over his body. Slowly, he begins to relax back into the chair.

Your hand comes up to rest along his cheek, brushing over the skin just barely before moving to pull hair back from his face. He blinks tiredly and keeps his eyes down, focused on the way his hands move under the blanket as he tries to pull it up further towards his shoulders. "Feeling okay, bubs?"

He huffs again, sighing out in what seems like distress that he's too sleepy to truly convey. "I have to go soon."

"Go where, baby?" You chuckle, curious on where his mind was wandering as the drugs slowly wore off.

His lips smack once, twice, and he blinks open his eyes again to look at you. It's a silly sight, his head tipped down toward the blanket and face pudgy with the angle. "I have a dinner date later. With ..."

You smile. "We rescheduled our dinner date for next week, Jinnie, remember? We'll have that dinner date eventually, don't worry."

"No.."

"No?" You grin this time, giggling out when he seems to reject the dinner offer. "You don't want to go on a dinner date with your girlfriend, baby?"

A few chuckles come from the screen of your phone. You'd facetimed Felix as soon as he'd asked you to after you'd told him Hyunjin was waking up. He insisted he needed to see what his hyung would be like all doped up at the dentist. So at the present moment, Felix's left eye and Seungmin's forehead fill the screen - and you know Changbin is lingering somewhere in the background.

Hyunjin clicks his tongue before his nose crinkles in careful regret. He adjusts in the chair, tugging the blanket fully up to his chin as he hums out. "I don't have a girlfriend."

Seungmin's laugh breaks the soft silence that fills the room and Hyunjin peeks open an eye in confusion as to where it came from.

"I'm your girlfriend, Jinnie." You remind him in a playful tone, still laughing through it all. Your hand finds his under the blanket and as the words settle in, his brows crinkle together.

"Uh, no." He blinks a few times at you, lips pursing. "I have a wife waiting for me at home. You can't be my girlfriend."

Your expression falls deadpan - but it all seemed worth it when Changbin's laughter exploded from your phone speaker, mixed with the sound of Felix dropping his phone as he fell to the floor cackling and Seungmin hitting the couch cushions in amusement.

Your eyes roll and you look back to your boyfriend, amused. "Right. Forgot you were married."

His lips purse once more, tongue sliding over them slowly as he realizes they're numbed still, before his eyes slip back shut in peace. "Mhm. My wife has pink underwear, too."

"Your wife has WHAT?"

han vs homework

ur clingy bf han jisung wants to kiss u (1.0k words)

Understatement: Han Jisung is a clingy boyfriend.

He’s whiny and soft and putty, always sporting a pout on his face. Mostly because he knows you can’t deny him when he looks at you like that.

He’s used it multiple times—when he wants the last piece of cake, when you get upset, when he makes menial mistakes, when he wants you on his lap to kiss you silly.

It’s straight manipulation, the way he easily coaxes you into the things he wants to do just by a simple gaze, but you’re determined not to let his puffed out cheeks and jutted lips get to you.

At least not today, seated on your desk at ass o’clock in the evening to finish an essay you have due as Jisung lays on your bed, doe-eyed and staring at your back that’s turned to him.

“Babyyyyy.” He whines, drawling out the last syllable of the word to try and get your attention.

While he loves his view right now, of his pretty partner in front of him with your eyes focused on your laptop screen and your pretty dainty hands typing away at the keyboard, Jisung is still Jisung. And who was he if not your clingy boyfriend?

Though, you dismiss his pleas, back still faced to him as you continue to type the finishing sentences of your essay.

“‘M almost done. Give me 10 more minutes.” You mumble, eyes never leaving the screen. You’ve said the same thing ten minutes ago, and the same even before that.

Jisung grumbles, though good-naturedly. He moves from his spot ever-so-slightly, inching towards the end of the bed so he’s closer to you. “Pretty girl.”

Pure and evil manipulation.

He’s pushed himself off of your bed now, hovering behind you and gripping each side of your chair with his hands. Jisung leans down, resting his chin on your shoulder as he stares at the paragraphs littering your Google Docs. Nothing really sticks, though.

Han isn’t any bit shy about checking you out instead.

Your mouth is parted a little as you concentrate on your essay, and it’s torture to your boyfriend. You’re putting him through torture by focusing on your homework instead of paying attention to him.

“Spend time with me.”

He kisses into your clothed shoulder, inching towards the skin of your neck. “You know, kissing can actually help your brain. It’s—” Another kiss on your clavicle. “It’s scientifically proven.”

“I highly doubt that, Ji.” is what you can muster to reply to him as he’s midway forming a hickey on your collarbone, sinking his teeth and sucking a little.

“Wanna try it out? Then you’ll know I’m right.” His eyes are on your lips only, tongue darting over his own as he whispers lowly in your ear.

Your breath holds tight at his warm breath fanning your face and how his hair tickles your cheeks, and you’re puzzled whether to give in or not.

A quick glance on your desk’s clock will tell you that you still have two hours before you have to submit your assignment. You suppose you could spare your impatient boyfriend some time. Besides, you’re very close to finishing it – only needing to finalize the conclusion before you’ll be done.

“Please?” He adds, lips detaching from your skin when you spin your chair around to face him instead of the laptop he’s now deemed an archnemesis.

You caught him glaring at it earlier, eyes furrowed and mumbling something about how it was stealing his baby. Now, you were finally facing him.

“Spend time with me, not that stupid laptop.”

He’s smiling now, leaning forward and pulling you out of your chair in favor of letting you crash into his arms instead. He picks you up so easily that it makes your eyes dart down to his arms. It makes your boyfriend smirk.

It’s food to his ego, giving him validation for the hours he spends at the gym with Changbin and Chan.

Jisung is first to sit down on your bed, pulling you down with him so that you’re sitting on his lap and straddling him. His hands move so easily too, sliding down from around your upper body to place them firmly on your hips.

“I wasn’t done.” You grumble, lips poked out as you plant your own hands flat on his chest.

“I’m going to die if you don’t kiss me right now.” When you laugh at his exaggeration, his own face morphs into a smile of adoration, apples of his cheeks prominent as he stares at your crescent eyes.

And just like that, he pulls you to his lips. He feels so close like this, chest against yours that you can almost hear his heartbeat if not for your own thumping loudly against your ear. You can feel his arms tighten around you, fingers playing with the ends of your shirt and head tilting so he can kiss you harder, deeper.

He’s a little messy, feverish, as if he’d been denied your lips for weeks before this moment.

“Have to finish my essay—” Jisung’s lips trail down your neck to let you catch your breath, tongue lapping over the hickey he’d formed earlier before kissing up your jaw. “Deadline’s in two hours and—” You tilt your head back to give him more space.

“Baby.” He whines, peeling himself away from your skin for a moment so he can press a kiss on your nose. “Don’t wanna hear you talk about homework when I’m kissing you like this.” It makes you laugh when he pouts at you before reattaching his lips on your skin.

“Mmm, sorry.” You mumble, and he places a sweet kiss behind your ear.

“Give me another kiss and consider it forgotten.” He utters from where he’s kissing you, pulling away to gauge your response, to see if you’ll kiss him again. You do.

And it goes on like that for a little while longer. He has always been tactical to get the things that he wants. It’s unfair because he wants you all the time.

You end up finishing your homework ten minutes before the deadline.

Han Jisung reigns victorious over your shitty laptop.

Your boyfriend: 1

Homework: 0

"Where else was I supposed to sit?" - [OT8]

quick summary ; lap sitting w/ ot8 skz

warnings ; thigh touching, casual groping (light suggestive content, MDNI), handsy skz

chris ;

sitting in chris' lap is like asking for a death wish. he welcomes it, when he's not busy of course, but he's got a bad habit for needing to always have his hands moving. he has to constantly be touching something, squeezing something - even when he's standing still during interviews or shows his hands are at his sides, fingertips rubbing restlessly on his palms. so when you're in his lap, he finds ways to make his hands useful; whether it be carefully twisting the hem of your top around his fingertips, sliding his fingers in and out of your belt loops and tugging on them here and there, or gently kneading at the plush of your thighs. that's what most commonly happens - he just really loves the warmth and soft squish between his fingers. he can't help it.

minho ;

you're more than welcome to sit in minho's lap - but you have to be facing him, and i'm sure you know why. if you're around friends or the other boys he'll let you sit facing away and just loosely lace his arms around your waist while chitchatting or pestering hyunjin. but if you're together, he wants you facing him so he can somehow wiggle his hands into your bottoms and casually, non-sexually, rest his hands on your ass. he'll either slip his hands up the bottom of your shorts - or tuck them into the back pockets on your jeans, letting you rest your face in his shoulder as he watches some drama jisung told him about. (no, not the dating ones. he refuses to indulge in those.)

changbin ;

sitting in binnie's lap is like heaven on earth. his thighs are the perfect mixture of muscle and fat - soft enough to be perfectly plush and comfortable but strong enough to nearly push you off when he tenses in frustration at some silly jab seungmin made thirty seconds ago. he's always got his arms around you when you're this close to him, so you're basically just enveloped by big thighs - big arms - his big ol boobies- all in all sitting in binnie's lap is just the perfect stress reliever. but don't think he doesn't notice the way you slide a hand down to grope at the skin when he's wearing shorts - he sees everything.

hyunjin ;

hyunjin likes to sit cross legged and then have you sit in his lap that way - so you're not on top of his thighs, but in between them. the man sits like he's sporting ten inches so i'm bound to believe he is - simple as that - he just prefers it that way, freedom for his thighs so he doesn't feel too pinned down wherever he's sitting. he finds solace in playing with your hair when you're in front of him, occasionally bouncing his legs so you're bopping around enough to make him laugh from behind you. if you're really compliant, he'll probably hold onto your wrists and pretend to puppet you around - which seems to make the other boys laugh quite a bit as well.

jisung ;

he's got a leg bouncing problem, but not in the way that hyunjin does it where it's for fun. he's said before that he's just done it since he was younger but was always told to quit, so now he only does it when he's alone. so if you're on his lap and no one else is around, he's probably carefully bouncing one leg beneath you. it's not too bothersome and if you do huff about it, he'll stop - he just finds it a habit and sort of relaxing. but if you give him something else to do? he'll go with that instead. like playing with the necklace you're wearing, or twisting the hem of your shirt around his fingers. he just needs some way to let out the energy that builds in his tiny ass waist while he's sitting still.

felix ;

i'm bound to believe that felix is like hyunjin and prefers when you sit between his legs - but he likes to spread his legs as wide apart as possible and have you sit in front of him so he can do your hair. he likes braiding it or combing his fingers through it, apologizing if a ring catches on you. he'll fix your shirt from behind and pull you back to lean into him, wanting to support you while you relax - and his hands always find a way beneath your shirt. his fingertips will brush over your skin, thumbs smoothing over any beauty marks or potential scars - always tracing every dip and bump to commit it to memory. (and hoping he'll see it later.)

seungmin ;

he's the type to refuse to let you in his lap at first, pushing you away with laughter and putting his arms up so you can't sit down. but he'll give in eventually, letting you sit on his thighs and sighing. if you're not comfortable that's on you - because he's going to manspread and he's not putting his thighs together just for your ass to rest on. he'll cuddle up soon enough though, so expect him to rest his head on top of yours and wind his arms around you, squeezing you every few moments or swaying with you in his arms. he won't admit it, but he does enjoy the comforting warm of you so close to him.

jeongin ;

sitting in jeongin's lap is like a luxury if he allows it. or - well, if he likes it. sometimes he'll let it happen but he won't touch you, he'll keep scrolling on his phone or talking to felix nearby - but it's not because he doesn't want it to happen; he's just not one for skinship. he'll bounce his leg to give you a small bit of affection so you know he doesn't mind. but if it's a good day, and he really is digging the touchy-feely vibe, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and squeeze you to him until you're barely breathing. if you're around the others, it's common he'll lean forward so you're flush together and rest both of his hands on your knees - which makes you stare and wonder just how his hands are engulfing your body so easily...

Period cramps

pairing: werewolf Chan x reader

warnings: fluff

Being in a relationship with a wolf was something you hadn't thought would happen. Heck, you never believed in these supernatural things. But when you had met Chan, many things changed.

He was kind, his sunny behaviour sneaked easily into your heart even though he could be extremely possessive when someone thought that they had a tiny chance to win you over. He may look like a big bad werewolf when his muscular body tensed and he sent these piercing gazes to the person who had flirted with you, but in truth he was a sweet little puppy who was obsessed with cuddling you.

It took you some time to process the information that your boyfriend was a werewolf and you were his soulmate. But you overcame that shock and it didn't change a single thing. You loved him and being Chan's soulmate meant that you would be with him til your last breath. And that was some sort of calming. It meant that you had already met the right person.

With the new information, many questions popped up. The existence of werewolves was completely new to you but fortunately Chan was there to answer every single question.

"Do you want popcorn?" You asked your boyfriend. It was date night. Well, nearly every night was date night because he often stayed at your apartment, so you weren't sure if you could label it as a date.

Either way, Chan nodded, already searching a drama that you could watch. You placed the package of microwave popcorn into the microwave. You waited until all the corns have popped and the delicious smell filled the entire kitchen.

You placed the warm bowl on the table in front of your couch, letting yourself fall back on it directly into Chan's arms. He catched you and pulled you on his lap while nuzzling his head in your hair. You giggled and pressed play to the drama he had chosen.

Comfortably, you leaned back against him, munching on the popcorn with the bowl on your lap. From time to time, he lets you feed him some while he watched the drama, his head on your shoulder. He laughed at the funny scene on the screen and you felt his whole body vibrating against you. You loved to hear him giggle, it sends shivers through your body while your soulmate bond pulsated comfortably.

You felt a dull pain in your lower stomach. It was mild and short at first so that you could easily ignore it but it grew from there on, becoming sharper and you felt your stomach cramping. Slowly, you massaged your skin right there where you felt the pain spreading. They were cramps, you soon realised.

You got up from Chan's lap, quickly walking into your bathroom to confirm your suspision. And indeed, you just got your period. You put a pad in your underwear and opened the door to go back to your boyfriend but he already stood in front of it, hand up to knock.

He let his hand fall down and mustered you. "Are you alright?" he asks and shecks you from head to toe.

"Yeah. I'm fine" he accepts your answer and pulled you back onto the couch, now laying next to him with your head on his chest.

He started purring when you brushed your fingers through his hair, something you completly adored. Chan did this for the first time as soon as he confessed his true identity as a werewolf. Back then, you had stopped caressing him and looked at him with big eyes. His purring stopped and he explained that it just meant that he was comfortable and happy. And since then, you loved the sound of it. It's like music in your ears.

Another wave of period cramps hit you and Chan stopped purring. He sniffed.

"You sure everything is alright?"

"Yeah, why are you asking?"

His knitted his eyebrows. "You smell odd"

You tensed and tried to sniff yourself. He chuckles and shook his head.

"Not like this. You smell like blood" his tone became serious again. Now you understood. He had explained that as a wolf, he has an extremly sensitive nose. And that's why he could smell that you are on your period.

"You mean that! Well, I'm on my period" you answered and you saw how confused you were.

"On your period? You mean you are losing blood?" he shrieked and held your face between his hands.

"It's okay. It's normal" you calmed him down.

"Are you in pain?" he asks.

"Yes but it's alright. It's normal too. Haven't you told me that omegas go into heat? It's similiar to that" you explained. Chan had told you that he doesn't know most things about humans since he and his pack lives in the woods and mostly avoided humans.

His face fell and turned into concern.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could help you!" he exclaimed and got up.

Quickly, he pulled you with him, walking into your bedroom, the drama still playing on the TV. He wandered through your room, searching for something.

"What are you doing?" you sat on your bed, watching your beloved.

"Where is your nest?" he asked. "Wait, I'll built you one" he added and ran to your closet and pulled out some spare blankets and clothing, mostly yours but also some from him that you kept here.

In just some minutes, he had built a nest out of the things and he pulled you in it. You landed on his chest, his arm circling you.

"I'm sorry I am not that good at building nests. Usually just omegas do it so I'm not used to it"

You chuckle.

"Thank you Channie. It's really comfortable" you lifted your head and pressed a sweet kiss on his nose while he beamed at your compliment.

"Anything for you." he murmured.

Both of you layed there for a good amount of time. Your boyfriend was like a human heating pad and because of that you didn't need a hot water bottle. His fingers drew delicate circles over your skin, massaging the cramps away.

He tensed for just a moment.

"I can't leave you here!" He exclaimed. You giggled.

"You need to go to your pack. You know how chaotic they are when you are away. Plus, in two days, I will come around." You reasoned. You lived in the middle of the city, over one hour away from the pack house, and due to your work, you needed to get up really early. That's why you even lived separately in the moment.

"Who will take care of you? You can't go to work like that!" He responded.

"Channie, calm down. I can still work like that. It doesn't affect me much" you laughed at his cute pouting face and gave him another kiss on the nose.

"What is when you gonna need me?" He asks.

"I'll tell you immediately so that my sweet mate can come and save me" you explained with a smirk while he blushed and pressed his face into your hair to hide the redness.

"I'll miss ya" he murmured into your hair.

You caressed his sides. "I will miss you too, Channie" He was indeed just a little puppy who won't leave your side for the rest of your life.

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"i just--i guess i just don't get what you see in me." you know changbin's still staring at you, watching the way you toy with the straw of your water bottle. "like... i dunno, that guy was right. you could be with someone smaller than me." you shrug. "someone you could... i dunno, throw over your shoulder if they were into it."

changbin frowns, arms crossed over his chest. "you think i can't pick you up?"

you nearly roll your eyes before shoving your refilled bottle back into the fridge. "changbin, i really don't think--"

before you can finish your statement, changbin shuts the fridge and turns you to face him. he wraps his arms around your waist, hoisting you up off the ground. for a moment, he just stands there with you in his arms, feet dangling off the floor. he slowly sets you down, eyes still fixed on yours.

"even if i couldn't do that," he says, "i love being with you. it doesn't matter what you look like," his hands slide down your sides to rest on your hips. "i think you're beautiful. it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks because they're not dating you." he gives your hips a gentle squeeze. "okay?"

your heart is still racing from being hoisted up in the air with no warning, mind still reeling. you know changbin works out, but... when did he get that strong? after a moment, you finally nod once his words have set in. "okay."

"... did i break your brain?" he teases, giggling a little. "sorry. i wanted to show you, and..." he tugs you forward so that he can wrap his arms around you. "sorry," he giggles, nose scrunching a little.

(little did he know that that nose scrunch was enough to break your brain any day.)