synopsis: kissing hyunjin was never just casual

pairing: hyunjin x reader

themes: making out (and lots of it), a lil suggestive, slight angst cause it’s me

note: i won’t update my series but i will sit down and write a fic about making out with hyunjin…hmmm ok ‎‎ 𓈒        ⋆           ݁        ₊           ⊹          ۫            ·           ͙         ݁  

The first time it was out of genuine curiosity. 

Y/n hadn't really been kissed. 

She had a peck here and there on the cheek, even one on the lips her junior year of High School. 

But she had never been kissed before. 

Her eyes lingered a little too long on her best friend’s lips. She thought if she should kiss anyone, it should be him. But would he want to kiss her? Y/n’s cheeks flushed at the thought.

Kissing her best friend was messy.

But she also felt safe with Hyunjin. If she messed up he wouldn’t care, he’d just correct her. 

The thought sent a rush of warmth throughout her. 

“No like this,” he’d whisper before adjusting her form during practices. 

Would he speak soft and demanding if he agreed to—no.

She shook her head, closing her eyes.

Hyunjin was right there. She’s needed to stop thinking before—

“You okay?”

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open to meet his.

“Me? Yeah, good,” she squeaked out.

His brows furrowed as he sat up straighter from where he had been reclining against her pillows, the controller falling into his lap.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she shook her head, the heat making its way back to her cheeks. 

“You look flustered.”

Oh how she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. 

“I just—.”

She couldn’t form the words. What if he rejected her? She would never live down the humiliation. 

“Y/n, you can tell me any—.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

They both stared at each other in shock. She felt horrified as Hyunjin just blinked at her. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that! I don’t want to make things weird. I just don’t know how it feels or what to do and I—.”

Hyunjin turned his head, but she didn’t miss the blush on his cheeks.

“You…want me to kiss you?”

Her eyes looked everywhere but at him. 

“Only if you want to. If not I’m sure someone will someday—.”

She couldn’t finish her sentence before Hyunjin had her face in his hands and was kissing her softly. 

Y/n gasped against his lips at the touch. They were soft and hesitant against her own. She let her eyes fall closed at the feeling of Hyunjin’s hands in her hair. She fumbled at first with the rhythm but once his lips slotted against hers, she felt like she was floating. 

Their lips moved, slow and without rush—feeling the shape of each other's lips and both secretly doing their best to memorize it. 

They pulled back, both breathing slow and heavy. Their lips swollen with a kiss that they both worried would change the entire trajectory of their friendship. 

Neither of them spoke for a moment. Y/n’s cheeks heated as she turned away from Hyunjin.

“That was—.”

“Wow.”

Hyunjin’s cheeks shared a twin blush as their eyes met once again. 

They didn’t say anything more, just letting the lingering memory of their lips against one another play on loop as they tried returning to the game they had been playing.

It may have been their first kiss, but it wouldn’t be their last. 

Something shifted in that moment. 

Something that scared them both. 

Their friendship was still as strong as ever, but the new territory they explored together had never been discussed. 

Then one day, Y/n and Hyunjin are attending their youngest friend’s frat party. Jeongin dragged them into a mid-formed circle with pouty lips and pleading eyes. The two friends share a look and Y/n realizes what’s happening all too soon. 

The bottle spins and her heart grows anxious. 

She tries not to look at her best friend as her gaze lazily follows the couple making their way towards the closet.

What if she had to watch Hyunjin go in there with someone else?

She shook her head, what was she thinking? Hyunjin could do whatever he wanted to do. Yeah, they kissed but nothing changed. 

But why did she want to kiss him again? 

She didn’t know if it was because she felt comfortable with him or if it was something more. What she did know was that it felt nice to kiss him. Even if there was no meaning behind it, was it so crazy for her to want that again?

Y/n was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't see the couple emerge from the closet. She didn’t see the bottle spin and it wasn’t until her shoulder was nudged and Hyunjin’s gaze caught hers that she realized what had happened. 

The neck of the bottle pointed towards him and the bottom in her direction.

Y/n’s heart stuttered in her chest. She could refuse him. Or…maybe this would be her second chance at getting to feel his lips on hers again. 

Their friend’s whistle, a low and slurred “mateeee,” coming from Felix who has his arm slung lazily around Hyunjin’s shoulder. 

Hyunjin’s eyes didn’t meet yours as he stood, only holding a hand in your direction to see if you would take it. 

Her fingers intertwined with his, letting him lead her towards the closet that she had seen multiple couples enter. 

Her friends cheered loudly and then it was muffled by the sound of the door closing. 

“Seven minutes you two,” she hears Jake’s slurred accent call from the other side of the door. 

The clock was ticking as her and Hyunjin eyed one another. 

His lips parted and all she could think about was how they had felt against hers. 

“Do you want to—.”

“Yes,” she breathed. 

That’s all it took for Hyunjin to press her into the wall and kiss her. 

It was just like their first time, albeit a little more intense. Hyunjin kissed her in a way she had never been kissed. His tongue gliding softly against hers, his teeth softly biting at her swollen lips. 

She whimpered and he pulled back, concern etched between his brows. 

“Too much,” he asked, his breath hot against her lips.

She shook her head, a wave of embarrassment covering her, “No it—it feels good Jinnie.”

Something darkened in his gaze, whether it be the nickname or the way she looked drunk off of his lips alone—he kissed her again with more fervor. 

She gasped into his mouth as his hands found her sides, a noise leaving him as she tugged at the ends of his hair. 

“You’re gonna make me addicted to you,” he whispered hotly against her mouth. 

“Then we’ll be even.”

She could feel his smirk against her lips, “I don’t think this can be the last time.”

She shakes her head, “I don’t want it to be.”

They were so lost in one another that they didn’t hear the timer beep, or the door open, only pulled apart at a low whistle. 

They turned, eyes wide and breaths ragged as Jisung looked between them.

“Dang…can I join?”

In a flash Hyunjin was separated from her and dragging Jisung away by his ear muttering something about him being a “perv.”

She was thankful for the distraction. 

Gaining composure after the life had just been kissed out of her came with some difficulty, but the lightheartedness they met in the room afterwards eased the tension. 

“He wrecked you,” Yunah laughs as she moves to fix her hair. 

She flushed as she made eye contact with Chan sitting next to her friend, "Actually I think she wrecked him,” he laughs.

Her eyes can’t help but to flicker over to Hyunjin who was still scolding Jisung with an amused Minho sitting in between watching it all. 

His hair was a mess but he still looked perfect. His lips kissed bitten and red as they curled around the words exchanged with Jisung. She didn't miss the flush in his cheeks, all from her, no alcohol, just the remnants of what had conspired between the two of them.

“I hope you both don’t regret it,” Seungmin says casually. 

Those words make her stomach drop. 

Y/n wouldn’t regret it…but would she?

Seungmin’s words followed her for the following weeks. 

Things between her and Hyunjin hadn't changed. 

It was as if the kiss—kisses—never happened. 

Which made her feel at ease. There was no awkwardness. Hyunjin was around just as much if not more. They still joked, they still cuddled, they still had pointless arguments over nothing. 

But nothing shifted in their dynamic. 

Until it did. 

One day, Hyunjin came over, sleepy and frustrated after practice. He used her shower, ate some snacks she always kept stashed for him and crashed onto her bed. 

She had been sitting at her desk, working on some assignments for her internship when she heard the soft call of her name.

Y/n turned, finding Hyunjin sleepily looking at her with his arms outstretched in her direction. 

As if there was an unknown string attaching them, she followed the pull from the chair and into his arms. He sighed, holding her close and slipping a leg over hers. 

She sighed at the smell of him, his body warm from sleep and his fingers drawing lazy circles on her back. 

Hyunjin shifted his head until they were eye to eye. 

Then he leaned in, placing a soft peck on her lips. 

One turned to two, and soon the two were kissing softly. No words uttered between them. Just Hyunjin’s hands cupping her face, his lips lazily moving against hers. 

It was as if this was normal for them. 

The way they so easily fell into one another. It wasn’t heated, it wasn’t slow and careful like their first or filled with heat and passion like their second, it was slow and soft, and Hyunjin’s lips would sometimes miss hers and end up on her chin. He’d kiss her cheek, her jaw, her neck and then he’d fall asleep and she’d follow soon after.

If he was tired, he’d kiss her. 

If he was happy, he’d kiss her.

If he was frustrated, he’d really kiss her. 

That was the mood Hyunjin had arrived in today. A practice set Hyunjin on edge and the minute the door opened his lips were on hers. 

He had her pinned to the door, one of her legs thrown over his hips as they arched into one another. Panting and breathless from the bruising kisses. Drunk off of the taste of his tongue in her mouth and Hyunjin wasn't any better. 

When she pulled back he’d chase after her. His tongue licked so deeply into her mouth that it made her eyes roll. The roughness of it made her toes curl and a spark of heat douse her body. 

The way he kissed her felt so wrong but so right at the same time. 

Hyunjin needed her the way she needed him and it just worked. 

He never failed to check in on her, never forgot to ask if it was okay before capturing her lips in his. 

He didn’t know, but he didn’t need to ask— she was his, and that realization scared her more than she wanted to admit. 

“I just don’t know,” Yunah voiced one day. 

Her dark eyes were concerned as they met yours, “Friend’s don’t kiss Y/n. I think you need to be honest with him.”

“I have been. We’ve set boundaries and rules and—.”

“Not that,” she sighs, “I’m talking about your feelings. You and I both know you don’t just see him as a friend. You need to tell him or this borderline friends-with-benefits thing is going to end up hurting you both.”

Y/n sighed as she collapsed against the couch that night. 

Yunah was right, ever since Y/n had asked Hyunjin to kiss her almost a year ago…things had spiraled more than she thought they would. 

Maybe they should stop. 

She knew friends didn’t kiss but…had Hyunjin ever really been just a friend? 

Y/n would never admit it but she had always felt attracted to him in more ways than friendly. But their friendship was precious to her, and if giving up kissing him meant keeping him in her life then…that’s what she had to do. 

It was a week later when Hyunjin showed up to her apartment, he wasn't standing straight—a goofy smile on his face and the smell of alcohol on his breath. 

While normally she didn’t mind this side of her best friend—the one that led to a giggle infested makeout session atop her bed— her heart had been weighing heavily on her since her conversation with Yunah.

Y/n needed to confess her feelings to Hyunjin, or she needed to put a stop to the kissing.

It wasn’t fair to Hyunjin, not when she was harboring feelings for him. 

Hyunjin leans forward, his blonde hair falling into his eyes that were glistening brighter than the stars, he brushes his lips against hers and it takes everything in her not to fall into the rhythm. 

“Hyunjin,” she says softly, placing her hands on his forearms to stable him, “We need to talk.”

Hyunjin seemed to sober up at that, his smile dropping as he took a step back from her.

”We…need to talk?”

She nodded, moving further into her apartment. Her palms were sweating, the words feeling heavy on her tongue. But she didn’t want to ruin this. She didn’t want to lose him as a friend, but she also didn’t want to lose the feeling of his lips on hers. Didn’t want to lose the breathy sounds that he would make when he kissed her or the soft moments after when he held her. 

He followed her quietly to the couch, his eyes wide and curious as they never left her. She felt like she wanted to cry, he looked so genuinely nervous that it made her heart ache. 

“Hyunjin I—I don’t think you and I should kiss anymore.”

Hyunjin regarded her for a moment, his eyes widening and then a deep frown settled on his lips. 

He leaned back against the couch, running his hands through his hair as he looked everywhere but at her. 

“I mean…if that’s what you want Y/n I’ll respect it but…why all of a sudden?”

She stared at her hands, unable to look at the sadness seeping into his features any longer. 

“I’m just…something has changed and it wouldn’t be right to continue to be with you like that. It’s not fair to you and it wouldn’t be appropriate.”

She risked a glance at Hyunjin, his eyes on her shifting over her face at her words. As if he were waiting for her to say that it was a joke. 

“Something changed? Do you—,” he stopped himself, “Do you have feelings for someone?”

”I—,” she didn’t know what to say. 

But her silence was an answer to Hyunjin, his head hung between his shoulders before he stood defeated. 

“I should go.”

”Hyunjin don’t—.”

”I just need some time. I thought—I guess I don’t know what I thought,” he mumbled the last part before making his way back towards the front door. 

Y/n had a split second to make a decision. Either she came clean, and risked their friendship entirely, or she let him leave. The thought of not knowing when she would see him again was too scary. She had already done horribly with her words, she had hurt the man she loved and—.

Loved. 

She—she loved him. 

And before she could think, the confession came tumbling from her lips. 

“I love you, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin froze, the door cracked slightly. He didn’t move and that’s when the weight of her words crashed down on her. 

“That’s what changed,” she whispered, “This wouldn’t be fair to you because I have feelings for you and I know this is a casual thing for you but—.”

“It was never casual for me.”

She looked up then, catching the glisten of unshed tears in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but for a moment no words came out. 

“When you asked me to kiss you—the first time—I didn’t know what to think,” he confessed, “I had been feeling different towards you then. I didn’t know what it was. I think I even tried to convince myself that it wasn’t love.”

Her eyes widened as he stepped closer, “But you made it so easy to fall for you and knowing what your lips felt like against mine and the way you reacted when I was so close to you—you don’t know half the war I went through not to tell you that I love you. Not only the first time,” he whispered as he closed the space between them, “But every time after that.” 

She felt a tear slip from her eye, one that was kissed away by Hyunjin as he cradled her face so delicately in her hands. “I don’t want to kiss you as ‘just a friend’ anymore Y/n, because you’ve never been just that to me.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling their bodies closer to one another, “Then kiss me like I’m yours Hyunjin, because that’s all I’ve ever been.”

He didn’t hesitate.

Their lips met, soft and hesitant at first and then all of the yearning began to pour into it. Hyunjin held her impossibly close, an arm around her waist and a hand cupping her face as he kissed her deeply. Her hands fisted his shirt, pulling him as close as she could to her. 

He swallowed the sounds she made, letting his tongue glide past her open lips. A soft sound left her as their lips danced. 

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered hotly against her mouth. 

“I have somewhat of an idea,” she half teased, but her breathing was just as heavy and the heat in her cheeks matched that of what was creeping onto Hyunjin’s.

”I’m never letting you go,” he spoke softly, his finger trailing softly down her cheek. 

“I don’t want you too.”

love in the fast lane 》 track 0.3

pairing: street racer!chan x fem!reader

synopsis: Chan and Y/n are haunted by the ghosts of their past. What happens when a new—yet familiar face shows up in town, turning both of their lives as they knew them upside down.

or; the arrival of a street racer in town has dark secrets of their own coming to light despite trying to hide them from one another

warnings: see masterlist for series warnings

Do NOT copy, plagiarize, translate, rewrite, or repost ANY of my works. If you get inspiration from this fic please give credit. I work hard on these so please respect that.

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Once she made sure Chan ate, Y/n left him to his work—wishing him luck on his presentation the following evening.

He promised to reach out to her as soon as it was over and the two of them parted ways with a longing look. One that was never addressed by either of them.

Y/n lets out a breath as she leaves the studio and makes her way down the hall. The two of them had been in a ‘will they won’t they’ dance around one another for years. But Y/n, was starting to think the ‘won’t they’ was becoming more and more likely.

She was content with having Chan as her friend, at least there wouldn’t be any messy feelings to come between them, but a part of her would always long for him.

Sometimes she thought she’d catch him staring at her, but then she just ruled it to be a product of her imagination. She wanted to be seen, really seen, by him.

She just wasn’t sure if that was entirely possible.

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lover.

pairings: hyunjin x fem!reader

themes: friends to possible lovers, angst, hopeful ending, mentions of break up, sad hyunjin, sad reader, cried writing this and didn’t proof read so sue me hehe

note: yeah so lover messed me up bad and I can’t get it out of my head so enjoy some angst with a hopeful—looking to the future— ending

also happy belated birthday to hyunjin my beloved thank you for for the beautiful gift of your voice and your heart but pls tell me you kissed the brick before you threw it~~

She had never seen something so beautiful in her life—with the exception of the handsome guy standing next to her.

The aurora moved in waves, dancing across the night sky in hypnotizing movements. She wanted to keep her attention on it, but she couldn’t help but to continue to cast worried glances in his direction.

In a few hours, Hyunjin would be twenty-six. A year closer to thirty than he was twenty. The thought had weighed heavily on him. Over the past few weeks, anytime anyone mentioned Hyunjin’s birthday, he didn’t seem at all excited.

If anything, it seemed that he had dreaded the day coming.

Y/n knew his last birthday didn’t have the best lead up. It had tainted the day for him, leaving him with pieces of his heart to have to place delicately back together.

The woman he thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with had left him. Had made him to believe that she loved him. But she tore him apart. Broke the man that believed nothing had been wrong between them with six words.

‘It’s you. I can’t do this.’

She had left hastily after that, flying back home to japan and blocking Hyunjin’s number.

It was two days before his twenty-fifth birthday.

Thst was the first birthday Hyunjin spent alone.

This year, Hyunjin had booked a solo trip to Greenland. He had sheepishly asked her if she wanted to come.

Y/n knew it was still too soon for Hyunjin to put his all into another relationship. Especially since the two of them had been friends for so long. He had insecurities and so did you. In truth, a part of her still loved her ex just as she knew a part of Hyunjin would always love his.

With this in mind, they had agreed to go slow.

But looking at him now, the sadness in his eyes as he watched the light dance across the sky made her heart ache.

Hyunjin seemed to feel her stare, his dark eyes softening as he turned his gaze towards her.

His nose was starting to turn pink, lips swollen from where he has been licking them due to the chilled out continuously drying them out.

His eyes stayed on hers, until he could bear it anymore and let them fall to the snow covered porch beneath them.

“Talk to me Hyun.”

Hyunjin had never really let himself cry all that much around her. She understood it was a vulnerability thing and in truth, she preferred not to cry around him either.

But when he looked back up at her, eyes welling with tears—her heart ached.

She knew the pain all too well. A year wasn’t near enough time to get over a betrayal like that. She knew that herself all too well.

With their height difference, she couldn’t quite pull him into the hug she had wanted to. Hyunjin, who wasn’t normally fond of hugs or touch at all—melted into her. His arms wrapped around her, hands gripping onto her as if she would disappear at any moment—become mere smoke between his fingers.

A small sound escaped him as he stifled a sob, bur she could feel the way his body shook against hers.

“I know Hyunjin. I know and I’m so sorry.”

He cries then, letting the choked back sobs rip through him. She remembers what that feeling was like. How her heart hurt so bad she felt like she was going to die.

He of all people didn’t deserve that.

She didn’t deserve that.

And one day, she knew Hyunjin would finally realize that he didn’t. That he deserved to be loved fully, despite the arguments, despite flaws, despite his tight schedule.

Love was messy.

It wasn’t perfect all the time.

His ex wanted perfection and he had so desperately wanted to give it to her.

But he couldn’t, no matter what he said—her love for him was gone.

Hyunjin’s cries softened, his tears soaking the shoulder of her jacket as she is certain hers had the front of his coat.

When he pulled back, the wetness gathering beneath his eyes and wetting his cheeks glistened in the moonlight. She gently cupped his face, wiping ever remaining tear away.

Hyunjin closed his eyes, his breath dancing in the chilled night air as he exhaled. Her heart thrummed as he leaned into her touch.

Oh how she wished to speak the three words she had felt on the top of her tongue for so long. How she yearned to be the one that consumed his thoughts. How she wondered how his lips would feel against hers and if it would heal parts of him the way she knew it would her.

But she doesn’t move.

Not until he takes her hand into his gloved one.

Not until he’s leading her back inside.

Not until they are both shedding their outer layers silently and then departing to separate bathrooms.

Y/n soaks in the tub, the tears finding their way to her cheeks once more as she catches a glimpse of the night sky as she leans her head back.

Hyunjin on the other side of the house lets his head hang between his shoulders. His eyes pooling with tears as he lifts his head to stare into the foggy mirror.

What was he doing?

Why was he letting this torture him so much?

He thought about her, not his ex for once, but Y/n.

How she held him, how she looked at him, how she spoke to him. Every action filled with the warmth and care he had wanted from his ex.

But she wasnt his ex and he wasn’t Y/n’s. They were two people who held feelings for one another but their scars built walls between them.

Or had it just been his?

Hyunjin thought long snd hard for a moment. He doesn’t remember the last time she had mentioned her ex. He knew it was still a sore spot; it’s why she understood him wanting to take thinks extremely slow between the two of them.

He feared saying the wrong thing and her walking away. He feared not showing her love and her feeling unloveable. He feared his schedule would put distance between them. Thst long distance would break them.

But then, he inhaled—dark eyes meeting familiar ones in the reflection before him.

Those things had drove his ex away—had led to hurtful things being spat at him. Had led to his heart being torn from his chest exactly a year ago.

But they didn’t drive Y/n away.

Because she was still there. She had always been there, supporting him drom the shadows, being a shoulder to lean on. She showed him love and care when he felt like he didn’t deserve it.

She had feelings for him, and here he was—aching for the love he lost and the one he was scared to lose.

Hyunjin finds her on the couch. He only sees the back of her head, when he rounds the couch he noticed how cozy she looks. Her eyes flicker from the fire to his. He doesn’t miss the way her eyes soften. It was never out of pity thst the features of her fsce softened.

It’s because he was her safe place, just like she was his.

Hyunjin takes a seat next to her, his elbows on his knees as he leans forward. His own gaze focuses on the flames dancing before the two of them.

Neither of them say anything, just basking in the silence and the crackling of the fire.

Then he finds his voice.

“In truth, I don’t know what to say,” Hyunjin whispered, referring to her invitation to speak to him earlier.

He tilts his head towards her, eying her hands thst are toying with one another on her lap. He reaches out slowly, placing his large hand over hers. She doesn’t hesitate to intertwine their fingers and Hyunjin feels his heart lighten.

“I’m not okay. I don’t know how long it will be until I can truly say those words and mean it,” he whispers, looking from their hands to her eyes.

“But I have had a lot said to me and a lot done to me thst it terrifies me Y/n. I want to let you in. I want to give you the love you deserve. I want to be someone deserving of you. Bur I have demons I’m still fighting. I still have things I’m trying to work through. I in good conscience, cannot ask you to be mine when I know that all of these ghost are haunting me.”

She smiles at him—sad but beautiful, “I know. That’s why I’ll wait. Until you feel you are where you need to be. But I just ask one thing,” she says, leaning forward.

Hyunjin’s breath catches at the inches thst have disappeared between them.

He nods, urging her to continue.

“You don’t have to fight those ghosts alone. Let me be there for you, as a friend, as someone who loves and cares about you. I had to go through that alone,” she says, referring to her own past heartbreak.

“But you don’t have to Hyun. I’m right here. Let me be with you as a friend. And when we are both ready,” she whispers, “Then we can try for something more when we are both ready.”

Hyunjin’s heart swells, her reaches for her, pulling her into him.

He doesn’t know how long they stay like that, just holding eachother. The promise of something more to come later lingering between them. Bur for now, Hyunjin holds her and makes a wish—even prays—that he can get better. That they can both heal. That they can make it through the storm together, because they were already standing in the rain.

Then Hyunjin can finally allow himself to love her fully.

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hybrid!skz x fem!reader, bang chan x reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It all started with an eviction notice that lead her to her found family.

Or: Y/n is facing eviction and Chan offers her a place to stay with he and his hybrid Minho. Secrets are kept, truths are revealed, and a series of events leads her to her forever home.

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ↓

chapter one | chapter two - coming soon!

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬 | 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 0.2

pairing: street racer!chan x fem!reader

synopsis: synopsis: Chan and Y/n are haunted by the ghosts of their past. What happens when a new—yet familiar face shows up in town, turning both of their lives as they knew them upside down.

or; the arrival of a street racer in town has dark secrets of their own coming to light despite trying to hide them from one another

warnings: see masterlist for series warnings

Do NOT copy, plagiarize, translate, rewrite, or repost ANY of my works. If you get inspiration from this fic please give credit. I work hard on these so please respect that.

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Chan hadn’t messaged her the rest of the day, which wasn't at all like him. Yes, he was quiet, reserved, and not the best conversationalist at times but he’d usually message her back as soon as she reached out to him.

But her messages went unanswered.

I CAN’T LET YOU GO CAUSE THE WORLD’S BOUT TO BREAK

pairings: test subject!hyunjin x fem!reader

word count: ~ 1k

themes: sfw they just kiss, very loosely based off of the escape mv (very loosely), buzzcut hyunjin, slight mention of blood, lightly wounded hyunjin, chan is a deep sleeper he’s basically not there lol, kissing and lots of it, hyunjin and reader are down bad for one another

Hyunjin stares into the crackling fire across the room—mind blank as he gets lost in the heavy dancing flames. He’s just far enough out of the fire’s reach that it doesn’t do much for him. He doesn’t feel the sweet lick of warmth in the way Chan does, who was curled up next to it. Sleep had lulled him into a slumber hours ago.

Hyunjin doesn’t move.

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— 001: you blow a kiss at them on stage <hyung line + hyunjin>

— 002: you blow a kiss at them on stage <maknae line>

— 003: having a chubby gf 0.1 <hyung line + hyunjin>

— 004: valentine’s day

— 005: they get jealous 0.1 <hyung line + hyunjin>

⋆˚࿔ B.CHN

→ one-shots:

— 001: finding out he isn’t human

— 002: nothing i wouldn’t do

— 003: the truth untold ★

→ series:

— love in the fast lane

⋆˙⟡ L.MHO

→ series:

— 001: as the world caves in — masterlist

˚⊹♡ H.HJ

→ series:

— 001: love in death and light — masterlist

ೃ* H.JS

→ one-shots:

— 001: happy birthday skater boy

— 002: would you visit the stars with me?

𐙚⋆.˚ L.FLX

→ one-shots:

— 001: sundays with him ♱

— 002: “can I kiss you?” 𝜗ৎ

— 003: wish I looked like her

→ series:

— 001: wake me from this spell <sneak peek>

— 002: what hurts the most

♪‧₊˚ K.SM

→ one-shots:

— 001: more than the stars in the sky 𝜗ৎ

love in the fast lane — track 0.1

pairings: street racer!chan x fem!reader

synopsis: Chan and Y/n are haunted by the ghosts of their past. What happens when a new-yet familiar face shows up in town, turning both of their lives as they knew them upside down.

or; the arrival of a street racer in town has dark secrets of their own coming to light despite trying to hide them from one another

warnings: crime/non-graphic violence, mentions of blood, fights, street racing, mentions of drugs/drug rings, twin fic, angst, mentions of car accidents, slight stalking (not Chan), english king Minho, reader is chubby (not huge part of story), pining...lots of pining, happy ending

taglist: @tirena1 @inaribu00 @abiaswreck @i-am-confused-about-life - let me know if you want to be added!

Do NOT copy, plagiarize, translate, rewrite, or repost ANY of my works. If you get inspiration from this fic please give credit. / work hard on these so please respect that.

masterlist | next track

“Late night?”

Two pairs of eyes turn towards her with tired glares as she takes a seat across from them.

Y/n took note of the scattered papers before them. Jeongin’s laptop was long forgotten as they were looking through the records together. She couldn’t help but to notice the concerning pile of cups growing on the table next to her best friend.

“Minho nearly broke the coffee machine this morning with all the trips he’s made to it,” Seungmin mumbles as he passes by the three of them, his own cup in his hand.

“Mind your business Kim,” the eldest calls, his tone light, but there’s an underlying threat in his words.

Seungmin only waves a hand at him before disappearing down the hall.

love in the fast lane — track 0.1

pairings: street racer!chan x fem!reader

synopsis: Chan and Y/n are haunted by the ghosts of their past. What happens when a new-yet familiar face shows up in town, turning both of their lives as they knew them upside down.

or; the arrival of a street racer in town has dark secrets of their own coming to light despite trying to hide them from one another

warnings: crime/non-graphic violence, mentions of blood, fights, street racing, mentions of drugs/drug rings, twin fic, angst, mentions of car accidents, slight stalking (not Chan), english king Minho, reader is chubby (not huge part of story), pining...lots of pining, happy ending

taglist: @tirena1 @inaribu00 @abiaswreck @i-am-confused-about-life - let me know if you want to be added!

Do NOT copy, plagiarize, translate, rewrite, or repost ANY of my works. If you get inspiration from this fic please give credit. / work hard on these so please respect that.

masterlist | next track

“Late night?”

Two pairs of eyes turn towards her with tired glares as she takes a seat across from them.

Y/n took note of the scattered papers before them. Jeongin’s laptop was long forgotten as they were looking through the records together. She couldn’t help but to notice the concerning pile of cups growing on the table next to her best friend.

“Minho nearly broke the coffee machine this morning with all the trips he’s made to it,” Seungmin mumbles as he passes by the three of them, his own cup in his hand.

“Mind your business Kim,” the eldest calls, his tone light, but there’s an underlying threat in his words.

Seungmin only waves a hand at him before disappearing down the hall.

skz reaction — valentine’s day

pairing: skz member x reader

synopsis: what they do/give you on valentine’s day

themes: fluff fluff fluff, little suggestive if you blink

taglist: @tirena1 @inaribu00 @abiaswreck @unlikelypainterpeacekitten — let me know if you want to be added!

B.CHN

- He’d pretend that he got you the expensive headphones that you had been eyeing for months but that wasn’t all

- Chan would tell you to put them on and the minute you did he would give you his real gift

- A song he had been composing for months. One that revealed the depth of his love for you

- Naturally you’d cry and he’d hold you, soft kisses to your temples and cheeks as you asked him to play it over and over again

- “Would you like to hear the others?”

- Your eyes widen, “There’s more?”

- He gums as he turns his phone around to show you, “A whole album. You didn’t think my love for you could be confined to one song did you?”

- You can’t help but to kiss him, letting him play the album on the loud speaker as you lose yourself in him

L.MHO

- Dinner and a quiet night in is an ideal date for the both of you

- Minho would make you whatever you wanted

- “You don’t have to go through all the trouble Min” he’d just blink at you before turning back to the dish “It’s not trouble if it makes you happy”

- The two of you had never been gift givers, preferring quality time with one another where you could find it

- That evening the two of you dressed in your best and you couldn’t help but laugh as a bit of stray pasta sauce made its way onto his shirt—making him grumble

- You ate dinner, making small conversation but letting the lingering gazes between the two of you do most of the talking

- Then you two would retire to the couch, share a lazy kiss before cuddling up and falling asleep to whatever was playing on the TV

S.CB

- He’d wine and dine you

- Take you to the fanciest restaurant, spend as much as he could to make sure you were full and satisfied

- His hand would barely leave yours over the table; eyes glistening in the candle light as he held onto each of your words

- He’d take you for a late night walk in the park, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his as the sound of nature filled the comfortable silence between you

- He’d kiss you on your doorstep and tell you that there was a surprise waiting for you upstairs

- A velvet black box and at least 50 roses arranged in the shape of a heart would greet you along with a small bear

- As soon as you realized it was doused in his scent, you held it close allowing the familiar scent to lull you to sleep that night

H.HJ

- He would go all out for valentine’s day

- You’d wake up to poems about you posted throughout your apartment, each one filling your eyes with happy tears and your heart with so much love you feel like you could burst

- You’d find an arrangement on your countertop, each flower placed in a way that was so beautiful and so—well Hyunjin

- He’d set up a little date later that day in the park; freshly cut fruits and the smell of paint in the air as the two of you painted one another

- You’d shyly show him your work, a little embarrassed but his eyes would light up—loving words falling from his lips as he’d praise you

- Of course you loved his; everything so unique from the strokes to the color palette—it was easier to see your beauty through Hyunjin’s eye

- Your paintings would be placed on the wall, side by side as Hyunjin whispered how much he loved you before leading you to your shared bed

H.JS

- It wasn’t a secret that Jisung struggled with gift giving despite listening to you and what you liked

- Jisung found out a few weeks before valentine’s day that your favorite band would be in the city

- Not only had he scored tickets, but he had gotten you both back stage passes to meet them

- Jisung’s hands had been sweating when he handed over the gift

- He had expected excitement but he didn’t expect you to laugh?

- “Jisung this is amazing and I’m so grateful but please open your present.”

- He did what he was asked opening his present to find tickets to his favorite artist as well

- The two of you burst into giggles at sharing the same braincell when picking out gifts

- “But there is another supeise,” Jisung teased, oulling the backstage passes from behind his back

- Jisung’s heart melted at the way your face lit up and the way you squealed excitedly

- He happily let you embrace and kiss him to your heart’s desire

L.FLX

- He wasn’t too sure about his present but it was something he had been wanting to give you for awhile

- The two of you shared an office space and loved playing games together in the evening; but your set up wasn’t as complex as his and you had mentioned wanting to upgrade it

- You would always complement him when he worked on his set up; whether it was changing out the caps on his keyboard or upgrading his computer with new parts

- Felix decided to build you your own computer

- He bought things that he thought you would like, cute keycaps to match the color scheme you had mentioned to him that you wanted to try; he put so much time and effort into every little detail

- He had set it up in the middle of the night, making sure it was all working properly before showing you the next morning

- He felt nervous as a small gasp left your lips at the aight

- “You did all this for me?”

- Felix watched fondly as you touched everything; exclaiming how much you loved it—how much you loved him

- The two of you spent that evening playing games, cuddling and sharing sweet whispers and kisses between the two of you

K.SM

- The two of you never had much time to do anything with your busy schedules

- So he takes you on a trip to the beach for valentine’s day; surprising you with your favorite flowers when he picks you up

- The two of you spend the day chasing each other up and down the shore; Seungmin tries to throw you into the ocean a couple of times but you dodge his attacks

- The night ends wirh a surprise candle-lit dinner on the pier

- It’s quiet, intimate, and perfect

- Seungmin serenades you after with his guitar

- You hold on to every word—memorizing the moment and tbe love held in both his gaze and voice to memory

- “I love you,” he whispers before kissing you softly, letting his guitar fall to the side as he lays the two of you down on the pier—showing you with ever soft touch and brush of his lips how much he loves you

Y.JGN

- No matter how many valentine’s days you have spent together, Jeongin will always be shy giving you your gift

- This year; he gets you matching silver bands

- It’s simple and beautiful; but not as beautiful as him

- It’s inscribed on the inside: a proverb he taught you when you had first met—one about everlasting love

- You couldn’t help but to kiss him them

- The two of you don’t go out, you instead wear the matching pajama sets that you had bought the two of you—opting for a night of self care

- The two of you go through your night routine together—applying each others face masks and sharing chaste kisses in between

- The night ends with a drama and a shared bowl of popcorn between the two of you

masterlist

synopsis: a dream, a ring, and a corpse?

A disastrous rehearsal leads Hyunjin to isolate himself to the woods. During his journey, Hyunjin ends up unconscious. When he awakens, he finds himself in front of an all too familiar lake and a woman in a long white gown standing near it. He believes the apparition to be a dream version of his bride-to-be so he begins to recite the vows he screwed up hours earlier and when he places his mother’s ring on her finger it’s then that he realizes she’s not an apparition or a vision—but a corpse he had just asked to marry him.

Based on Tim Burton’s ‘Corpse Bride’

taglist — @felixsonlyrealwife @armysantiny @eyes-ofhell @ayedomino-08 @queenofdumbfuckery @skyearby @tirena1 @seungminnieinthebuilding

prologue | act i | act ii | act iii coming soon! | read on ao3

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002 title track — nothing i wouldn’t do

pairings: !wolf king chan x !queen reader

themes: mentions of death, slightly graphic selections of events, chan is whipped

note: This work is written and owned by me. Please do not translate, repost, or rewrite this or any of my other works.

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“You are charged with attempted murder and treason,” the queen’s voice tears through the silence of the court.

“How do you plea?”

The man before her has a deep scowl on his face.

“I do not answer to you.”

003 title track: wish I looked like her

pairings: felix x fem!chubby!reader

themes: body insecurities, sad for a quick minute but a happy ending, felix is an angel as always, felix is whipped

She couldn’t help but to feel insecure—watching as the waves crashed against the shore. Y/n cast a glance in the direction of all the commotion—her gaze landing on one of the women currently wrapped up in an intense game of beach volleyball against some of the guys.

‘I wish I looked like that,” she couldn’t help but to mutter.

Y/n had never been super insecure of her body. That was until she started coming around. It didn’t help knowing that she also had a crush on Felix or that she was absolutely gorgeous. Her weight sat in all the places Y/n wished hers did. A beautiful hourglass figure, flat stomach, silky smooth skin, and a chiseled face.

Layla had a body she never would. And to top it off, she was an absolute angel.

Y/n couldn’t hate her even if she wanted to.

“What’s wrong with the way you look now?”

His deep voice made her jump, eyes wide as she turned towards Felix. There was a frown on his plump lips as he closed the cooler and took a seat next to her. Y/n’s eyes lingered a little too long on the glistening skin of his chest. She blinked, clearing her throat before moving over to make room for Felix on her towel.

She thinks if the silence lingers between them, that he will think she didn’t hear him and they can move on from this. Act like she wasn’t caught admiring another woman’s body and wishing hers didn’t look the way it did.

“You didn’t answer me.”

There’s a pout in his voice as she turns towards him. Her heart skips a beat at how close he is sitting to her. His bare arm brushes hers—the coolness of his wet skin providing a bit of relief to her overheated body.

She doesn’t know how it’s possible, but she thinks that his freckles have multiplied from the past few hours spent in the sun.

“I-,” she begins, but hesitates.

“It’s nothing Felix. Just thinking out loud.”

She laughs but there’s no humor behind it, instead her lower lip wobbles. She turns her gaze from the blonde next to her and back towards the others.

Layla cheers as the ball touches the ground in front of Changbin. Her smile is bright, wind a paid actor as her auburn hair floats beautifully behind her.

‘If only.’

Suddenly, there’s a hand under her chin, turning your attention back in his direction. Her eyes are wide as they meet Felix’s. There’s a furrow between his brow, but his eyes are soft with worry.

It’s then that Y/n feels a wetness on her cheeks. Felix gently wipes her tears before pulling her into his embrace and somehow…it makes her feel worse.

It makes her even more aware of their size difference.

Y/n wiggles free of his grasp, she pretends like she doesn’t see the look of hurt on his face as she stands.

“I’m going to head in for a bit,” she mutters—swiping at her wet eyes as she makes her way past the others and back up towards the house.

‘A bit’ ended up being the rest of the evening. When Hyunjin knocked on her door to see if she was okay, she had told him she felt a bit exhausted from the heat and was going to lay down early—which resulted in Chan delivering a couple of water bottles to her room and scolding her softly for not drinking enough.

She could hear the laughter travel up the staircase as she left her room to shower. Y/n could hear Layla’s laughter—probably at something Felix had said.

She closes the door to the bathroom, slipping into the shower, and letting the water wash away the sand and salt from not only the ocean, but her tears as well.

Y/n is beyond tired when she steps out. She dries herself—frowning as she tries to avoid looking at her body for too long. She continues with her night routine so that she can slip between the sheets once she returns to her room.

As she secures the robe around her waist—there’s a knock at the door.

She thinks it’s one of the others needing to use the bathroom. Without thinking, she opens the door—greeted by the man she had left stranded on the beach.

His hair was wet, the shoulders of his shirt spotted with water droplets from his ends. Y/n figured he must have just washed up as well in his and Chan’s shared bathroom.

He doesn’t say anything as he gently takes her hand in his, leading her back towards her room.

Y/n’s heart leaps in her chest as he shuts the door.

She notices the shiver that wracks his body momentarily from the cool air in her room.

Before he can say anything, she motions towards the vanity, “Sit. I’ll dry your hair.”

Felix looks like he wants to protest but she starts the dryer, waiting for him to sit. He does, but his eyes don’t leave hers. She feels the weight of them on her in the mirror, her palms growing clammy under his gaze. She doesn’t like the attention, not with her earlier accidental confession weighing in the air.

It doesn’t take long for Felix’s hair to dry. She turns the dryer off, moving to lay it on vanity. But as she does, Felix grips her arm. Y/n gasps dropping the dryer onto the floor with a loud thud as she’s pulled into Felix’s lap.

“Felix,” she protests but he holds her firmly in his lap.

“Stop moving.”

The deepness of his voice stills her.

He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, “Now tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“It’s nothing Lix. Just forget I said—.”

“It’s not nothing Y/n. You think I don’t notice the way your mood shifts when Layla is around? How much more you cover up and try to make yourself unnoticeable? How you won’t let me touch you without pulling away or stay still in my lap because you think you’re hurting me.”

Y/n’s eyes well with hot tears, her eyes moving to look anywhere but at his. But Felix won’t let her. His own soft brown eyes are filled with tears of his own.

“You don’t realize how perfect you are in every way and that kills me.”

Her brows furrow as she hesitantly meets his gaze, “W-What?”

Felix signs, moving both of his arms around her waist before pressing their foreheads together. Y/n freezes in his grasp, the heat of his breath grazing over her lips.

“You don’t realize the effect you have on me.”

Y/n feels as though she stops breathing.

“But I—wouldn’t you prefer someone like Layla?”

Felix huffs out a laugh of disbelief. His eyes flicker with mischief.

“Layla isn’t the one in my lap right now, is she?”

Y/n’s eyes widen, her cheeks heating but she doesn’t say anything.

“Is that what brought this on?”

His words are soft, wanting nothing but to understand her.

“I—maybe? I never thought anything of myself or my body until she started coming around. She’s amazing don’t get me wrong but she’s so gorgeous. It got worse with the beach trips and then knowing how she felt about y—.”

Y/n bits her tongue as she meets Felix’s gaze.

“I know she likes me.”

Y/n didn’t know how she felt about the news. Before she could overthink, Felix brushed his nose against hers before pulling back slightly.

“I told her that I already had someone else in my heart. Someone funny, kind-hearted, who doesn’t see how perfect she is inside and out,” he whispers as he inches forward again.

“Someone I’ve always dreamed of holding like this.”

Y/n’s breath catches in her throat as his plush lips brush against hers.

“Someone so beautiful in every way it drives me crazy,” he finished breathless before slotting his lips with hers.

The kiss is slow, each press of his lips against hers sending butterflies throughout her body.

Y/n lets him hold her and kiss her until they are breathless. Until those silly thoughts leave her head and until voices rise in the hall wondering where the two of them had disappeared to.

LOVE IN DEATH AND LIGHT — ACT I

pairings: hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsis: a dream, a ring, and a corpse?

A disastrous rehearsal leads Hyunjin to isolate himself to the woods. During his journey, Hyunjin ends up unconscious. When he awakens, he finds himself in front of an all too familiar lake and a woman in a long white gown standing near it. He believes the apparition to be a dream version of his bride-to-be so he begins to recite the vows he screwed up hours earlier and when he places his mother's ring on her finger it's then that he realizes she's not an apparition or a vision-but a corpse he had just asked to marry him.

Based on Tim Burton's 'Corpse Bride'

taglist — @felixsonlyrealwife @armysantiny @eyes-ofhell @ayedomino-08 @queenofdumbfuckery @skyearby @tirena1 @seungminnieinthebuilding @annaiaweirdokid

SERIES MASTERLIST

Hyunjin’s vision was blurry as he sat up, still startled and shaken from the dream. The sound of a fist rapping at Hyunjin’s door made him flinch. The call of his name was stern, very different from the way it had been called only moments before in his dream.

“Yeah, yeah,” Hyunjin’s voice calls back, “I’m up.”

“Thirty minutes before the carriage arrives. You’ve already missed breakfast,” his brother informs him through the door.

Hyunjin runs both of his hands over his face–grimacing at the feeling of sweat coating his palms.

“Right, I’ll be quick then.”

Seungmin doesn’t say anything, but the sound of footsteps trailing back down the hall tells him that his brother was no longer interested in moving Hyunjin along.

In truth, Hyunjin didn’t know if he wanted to either.

A wave of uneasiness rushes through him as he slips from his bed–eyes immediately falling to the small wooden box atop his desk.

The floorboards creak beneath his feet as he makes his way towards it. An endless amount of papers rests upon the wooden table, some even crumpled into tiny balls on the floor. Ink stains some of the parchment as well as his desk. Art used to come so easily to Hyunjin, but this was the first time he seemed to be struggling.

If Hyunjin’s hand shakes a little as he reaches for the box, he ignores it. His fingers fumble with the clasp until the lid opens. The ring is tucked between two puffs of velvet. It had been cleaned recently, now gleaming more than Hyunjin had ever seen it before. It was his mothers and soon, it would be his betrothed's.

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002 — would you visit the stars with me

pairing: alien!jisung x fem!reader

themes: fluff just fluffy fluff

notes: And he’s baaaack! Most of you probably don’t know but I had an alien!ji fic on one of my old accounts (you can no longer view it) but I wanted to move away from spice writing but that doesn’t mean I have to abandon him! So for those who missed him here he is!

Lovely little alien!jisung art by @marshmellowpaint my beloved !!

taglist — @felixsonlyrealwife @armysantiny @eyes-ofhell @ayedomino-08 @queenofdumbfuckery @skyearby @tirena1 @seungminnieinthebuilding @annaiaweirdokid

The two of you intertwined in bed—cuddled against each other.

Your skin is sticky from the humidity in the room. You want to kick the blanket off that lies over your hips but you’re too comfy.

Heaviness weighs you down.

You’ve been sick for days.

Going from being hot to being cold—skin sticky with sweat to being freezing cold to the touch.

You were miserable.

But Jisung had a goofy smile on his face that made you feel a little better.

“What’s with the smile,” you mumble sleepily.

“Am I not allowed to smile? I’m looking at the love of my life. How am I not supposed to smile?”

As your cheeks weren’t red enough from the sickness.

You giggled as he began pressing kisses all over your face, but that was short lived—replaced by a fit of coughs instead.

Once you regained your composure, you turned your attention back to Jisung. His black eyes were full of worry, his antennas pressed against his head.

“‘M okay Ji.”

He frowns further at that.

“I wish I could make you feel better,” he pouts.

“What do you mean,” you ask, trancing the patterns along the pale blue skin of his neck with the tip of your pointer finger.

“You’re making me feel better just by being here.”

Jisung smiles a little at that, but it doesn’t meet his eyes.

“Tell me something,” you mumble, trying to pull him from his thoughts.

“Like what?”

You shrug, eyes taking over his form.

“Tell me about your home.”

This wouldn’t be the first time you asked Jisung about where he and Minho were from.

Jisung didn’t talk a lot about it. When you brought it up, he and Minho always got a little weird and were quick to change the subject.

“That’s easy,” he smiles.

“She’s kindhearted, gorgeous, makes the best food in the world and—.”

You cut him off with a giggle and a soft shove to his shoulder.

“You know what I mean Ji. You never talk about your home.”

He grows quiet for a moment. His dark eyes swirl with an emotion unknown to you as he plays with your intertwined fingers.

“There’s not much to tell really. My mother had dreams for me—,” he cut himself off as he glanced your way.

“I had others.”

You knew that at the time Jisung left home he hadn’t come to earth specifically for you. But it had felt like it in a way. Like your souls had a pull towards one another. You felt it when first saw him and it had only grown stronger since.

So strong in fact that the two of you now wore matching silver bands on your fingers.

“You’ve never mentioned why you left.”

Jisung sighs, “It’s—it’s complicated. My mother never approved of intergalactic travel. I was being tutored but never in the subjects I was interested in. I had to convince one of my tutors to teach me all the languages of the earth—.”

“Wait,” you stopped him.

“I thought you didn’t speak English when you first arrived? You’re telling me you were taught all of the languages of the earth? Why did you pretend?”

Light moved beneath Jisung’s skin, settling at the tops of his cheeks in a deep blush.

“I—it wasn’t really a lie. English wasn’t my best language and you made me nervous.”

You couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh at that.

"So why did you really leave Ji?"

Jisung's dark eyes softed but they looked conflicted at the same time.

"I wasn't the first of my kind to leave. Minho left when he was younger than most. It wasn't uncommon but...for me, I just guess no one really expected it," he nervously laughed.

"Why did not one expect you to leave?"

"Because everyone thought I had everything I wanted. But I had want they wanted."

Your brow furrowed at that, a tug pulling in your chest as you observed Jisung.

"What?"

"I was to be heir to the throne of Levanter."

Your eyes widened, shooting up to stare down at your boyfriend.

"You—you're royalty?"

Jisung seemed to flush at that, "Well—not anymore since I abdicated but, yes?"

You were dumbfounded.

Absolutely shocked that the man in front of you was royalty.

"I—but you're just...Jisung."

Jisung couldn't help but to laugh at that. You felt a rush of heat kiss your cheeks.

"Being 'Just Jisung' is much better than the life I was once living," he smiles as he sits up, face to face with you.

"That's not what I meant," you whined, pulling a giggle from Jisung as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

"I know baby."

The two of you just smiled goofily at each other.

"Is it beautiful? Your home, I mean."

Jisung nodded, "But not as beautiful as you."

You swore you were the same shade as the sheets that had pooled around your waist.

He laughed as you smacked lightly at his bare chest. He took you hand into his, the matching bands on your fingers causing your heart to flutter as if you were reliving the moment he had given it to you all over again.

"It was the most beautiful place in the entire galaxy. The stars were always shining brightly, even during the day. The waves were as smooth as silk. The rain came from the ground and rose to the sky. Many of the leaves of both trees and flowers were edible. I used to snack on the fallen leaves of the Berouth tree because they tasted of cinnamon and syrup."

You couldn't help but smile at the way the blue skinned man lit up as he recalled his home.

"It sounds beautiful. I would love to visit."

Jisung's eyes seemed to light up at that.

"Really? You would want to?"

"Of course I would my love," you say as you rest your palms on either side of his face.

"Well then," he smiles at you--the patterns on his neck and face illuminating with color.

"Would you visit the stars with me?"

As you were about to answer, the romantic tension between the two of you was abruptly halted as a sneeze left your body, causing you to curl into yourself and away from Jisung.

The sound of his laughter made your heart flutter as his arms slithered around your waist, pulling you back into his chest before lying your bodies back down against the mattress.

"Maybe once you're better. Wouldn't want you infecting the entire galaxy."

You pinched him playfully, a dramatic yelp slipping past his lips which caused you to giggle.

Maybe in time you would be able to visit the stars with Jisung, but for now, as you clung to the warmth of his skin and let him pepper your face with small kisses.

In his arms was the only place you wanted to be.

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