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Introduction

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𝘟 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮! 𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘵𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘵𝘧!)

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Masterlist

𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘥𝘴

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴/𝘋𝘶𝘰𝘴:

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘨: 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵

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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘓𝘪𝘹: 𝘕𝘹𝘥𝘦𝘴

𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘴:

3𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘢: 3𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦! :)

• Changbin x Chan x Han

• Warnings: Teeny tiny bit of angst in the beginning, semi-public sex, gay sex, deepthroating, gagging, riding, threesome, swearing, Changbin x Chan, Chan x han, Changbin x Han, semen swallowing, semen in ass/anus

• Words: 2.6k (shorter than my last one but longer than my first!)

"Channie-Hyunggg, you've been in here for hours! Even Bin called it quits 3 hours ago!" Jisung called from the couch, flopping onto his stomach, causing the leather to squeak against itself.

"Hey, Sungie's right, hyung. We've been in the studio all day, you two haven't even hit the gym since Friday! And it's Monday!" Changbin added, moving to sit on the arm rest near Jisung's head.

"Hey, don't sit on my face!"

"I'm not anywhere near your face!"

"Stop it! Both of you!" Chan snapped, finally standing up from his chair and turning to face the other two men. "You two are starting to get on my nerves!" When the elder snapped, the room went quiet, almost dead.

"Just...let me finish this track, okay? After that, I promise we can go to the gym for a bit, then go home. Please?" Jisung and Changbin nodded, watching their leader sit back in his chair with a small huff.

Of course, the silence didn't remain forever. They're 3Racha, obviously they'd never split up for good.

"Someone hasn't had his nap." Jisung mumbled after a few minutes of silence, earning a stifled laugh from Changbin. Chan sighed, but they could hear the smile on his face. "You two are so annoying."

"You know you love us, hyung, don't lie~" Changbin made kissing sounds, Jisung cackled and hugged his stomach, and Chan groaned with a growing smile.

When the time came, Chan kept his word. He clicked save on the track, closing everything out on his laptop, and turning off other equipment he'd been using. "Alright, let's start heading out-"

Jisung and Changbin didn't waste a second, rushing around to clean up, get Chan's laptop, disconnect things, just to get their leader out of that room. The older just laughed, being thrown over Changbin's shoulder while they ran down the hall to the elevator.

The door opened as 3Racha walked into their "private" gym, which was just their personal gym on their floor. Anybody could walk in at any time, of course, but considering how late it was? Not likely. Still, Changbin locked the door when he was the last to enter.

The 3 men split off, wandering to different parts of the gym to do their separate workouts before they joined back up to do their final workout together.

Changbin was over in the corner, curling a 50 pound weight in each hand, doing squats, simple pushups, and sit-ups.

Jisung was working on his legs on a compound sled, pushing the weighted slab of metal up with his legs, even as they trembled.

Chan was sitting on a pulldown machine, working out his back muscles, like he always did.

After almost half an hour of working out alone, the 3 came back together in the center of the room. "Ughhh, my arms are sore already!" Jisung whined, being as dramatic as possible. "That's what happens when you don't consistently work out!" Changbin said while fighting a smirk, taking big gulps of his water. "Man, we're gonna feel this tomorrow." Chan shook his head with a sigh, leaning against a machine.

"Hey, we're not done just yet!" Changbin nudged the elder's side, jerking his head to a nearby bench press. Chan and Jisung groaned, but reluctantly followed the muscle man to the last

“Alright, Sungie, you first.” Changbin stood behind the bar to spot the youngest, letting him lie back on the bench. “Why do I always have to go first??” He complained, but reluctantly braced his hands on the metal. “Why not make Channie-hyung go first? He’s older!”

Changbin rolled his eyes. “Just start already!” Jisung whined, complying as he pushed up on the bar to get it off its hooks, easing it down until it touched his chest, then pushed it back up.

“See, hyung? It’s good to get out of the studio for a while, you can’t spend all your time on the tracks like you were- hyung?” Changbin looked around the gym, not seeing their leader anywhere. Even Jisung put the bar on the hooks to search for the elder.

“Maybe if I make the pitch just a bit higher..?” Chan mumbled to himself, his fingers working hard over the keyboard of his laptop, not even noticing the shadows suddenly looming over him. “Christopher!” Changbin yelled, watching the elder jump and turn around, his hand instinctively moving to the computer screen to close it. “Hey, you guys! How’s the workout going..?”

Jisung (gently) confiscated the laptop, putting it in his own bag while Changbin dragged Chan away from his hiding spot in the corner of the gym and back towards the bench press. He sat him down on the seat, heading behind the bar to spot him. “Lift!”

At Changbin’s command, Chan sighed and pushed the bar up, getting it off its hooks, carefully lowering it to his chest, then pushing it up again. “How many reps?” He said between breaths, jumping when he felt Jisung sit on his thighs. He tilted his head downward, looking at the youngest with a confused look.

“I don’t know, Sungie…hyung’s been misbehaving all day, don’t you think?” “What?!” The shorter man said from behind the bar, bracing his hands on the metal of the frame, leaning over the bar and hovering directly over Chan’s line of sight.

“Yeah…he has. You’ve been working nonstop for days, Channie-hyung. You need to give us some attention too, y’know.” Jisung said as he moved up the leader’s body, now sitting directly on his crotch. “Good answer, Ji. I think Chan needs to learn to relax a little.”

Jisung started moving his hips back and forth, making the elder tense up and almost drop the bar on his face, to which Changbin caught it with one arm. “Careful now, hyung. Relax, we’re here to help.” He set the bar back on its hooks, their workout completely forgotten now. “The door! Changbin, this is still a public gym!” Chan moved to sit up, but was quickly settled back down onto the bench by Changbin’s hands. 

“I said relax. I already locked the door earlier. Besides, we’re probably the only ones that use this gym anyway.” He began to lightly dig his fingers into the older man’s muscles, feeling how worked up and knotted he was. “Gosh, you should really let me massage you more often.” Chan groaned under the weight of both of his younger members, reaching up to rest his arms on the metal bar.

“You guys are truly unbelievable, you know that? Couldn’t have even waited until we were back at the dorms.” He complained, but made no effort to move from the bench, or even put up a fight. Jisung continued rolling back and forth on Chan’s hips, feeling a familiar object poking through both of their sweatpants. “Ah, Hyung’s friend finally decided to join us, Bin.” He grinned mischievously, scooting back a bit from where he’d been sitting on Chan’s lap, reaching for the rising bulge in his pants.

“Ah! Jisung!” Chan went to sit up, but was still being held down by Changbin’s hands. “Stop resisting us, hyung. We’re only here to help.” Chan sighed, settling back in his spot on the bench. It’s not that he didn’t want it – his dick was making that clear – he just didn’t like not being in charge. It happened more often than it should, at least that’s what he thought.

Changbin’s hands never ceased their ministrations on Chan’s wound up shoulders, working out small knots that had built up over the last few days he was working. “You’re still so tense, Channie…you should be grateful that we’re here to help you relax better.” He smirked, slowly moving the massage from his shoulders to his chest, his hands slipping beneath the fabric of Chan’s shirt, squeezing at his plump pecs. The man groaned, squirming on the bench, feeling a hand suddenly press down a bit on his stomach.

“Seriously, hyung. Relax. We’ve got you.” Jisung smiled from on top of him, his hand slowly moving up and down Chan’s length, which was very visible now, even through the thick fabric of the sweatpants. He gasped, stifling a whimper with the bite of his lip he had to force. His hands gripped the leather of the seat, already gasping for air. “Don’t stop-” He said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, his cheeks and ears burning a deep shade of red. Changbin and Jisung both looked up at each other with a shared look, equally deciding to take things further.

Changbin pulled his hands out of Chan’s tank top, instead reaching down for the hem of his shirt. He tugged it up to his collarbone, exposing his abs and chest. “So pretty for us, hyung.” He commented, before reaching for the older man’s nipples, gently rolling and pinching them between his fingers.

At almost the same time, Jisung had begun to untie Chan’s sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down to his mid thigh. The thick erection sprung out, precum already beginning to bead at the tip. “Look at him, Bin…he’s already leaking..” Jisung said with a small grin, wrapping his hand around Chan’s shaft, rubbing it up and down at a medium pace.

“Ah! Shit!” Chan bucked his hips up into the youngest’s hand, gasping and attempting to lift his head up again, just to be shoved back down by Changbin’s hand. “Stop squirming, hyung!” Jisung looked up, seeing Changbin struggling to deal with a restless leader, getting an idea. “Why don’t you do something to keep him still, Bin?”

The muscle man perked his head up as well, and almost as if reading Jisung’s mind, getting the same idea. “Hey…good thinking, Sungie. Maybe you should keep him occupied too. You deserve it, y’know.” Jisung smiled, looking away as his cheeks began to burn red. “Thank you, hyung..”

“As for you,” Changbin looked down at Chan, removing his hands from his pecs, but not letting him sit up yet, reaching for his own gym shorts and tugging them down. “You’re talking a little too much. Like I said,” He grabbed the base of his cock, guiding it to Chan’s plush lips. “You need to relax.” Before the older man knew it, he had a dick in his mouth, slowly fucking into his throat.

“Is this better, Sungie?” Changbin finally looked up at Jisung, who had already shoved his shorts off, fingering himself open. “Y-Yes, hyung…just like that is good..” He moaned, thrusting two fingers in and out of his already slicked up hole, right over Chan’s lap. His own cock was twitching, slowly dripping precum onto the elder’s. It was such a lewd sight that Changbin couldn’t look away.

“So dirty, Ji. Couldn’t wait, hm? You needed your hyung’s cock that badly?” Changbin said while picking up his pace, his tip hitting the back of Chan’s throat with each thrust. Jisung just nodded weakly, moving his fingers faster into himself. “Yes, hyung..! Can I ride Channie-hyung now??” Changbin thought for a moment, looking down at the man in question, seeing his throat bulging with his dick. “Go ahead.”

Jisung didn’t waste a second. Pulling his fingers out, he grabbed Chan’s cock, positioning it at his now loose hole. He slowly sank down, easing every inch into his tight tunnel. However, Jisung was rather clumsy, so of course he lost his grip on the bench. His foot slipped and he fell straight down on Chan’s cock. He almost screamed, if it weren’t for Changbin reaching over to cover his mouth. “Shh, not so loud, Sungie. Quiet, remember?”

The youngest nodded eagerly in understanding, allowing Changbin to remove his hand from his mouth. When he leaned back into his original spot, he found Chan swallowing around his cock that had been suddenly shoved down his throat.

“Oops, sorry, hyung.” He said with a small huff of laughter, his hips already moving to pull back, until he felt two hands on his ass. Chan pulled him closer, shoving his dick even further down his throat, and Changbin quickly understood the message he was trying to send. “Ahh, okay. I got it, hyung, don’t worry.”

Jisung was more confused now, but his curiosity was soon resolved when he saw Changbin start fucking into Chan’s mouth, ramming his cock down his throat. Taking that as his cue to start, he began to bounce up and down on the leader’s member, small moans falling from his mouth.

The gym almost instantly filled with the sounds of coupling; Chan’s slurping and gagging, Changbin’s balls clapping against his nose, and Jisung’s whimpers and slapping of his hips. Changbin reached down, grabbing ahold of Chan’s throat to hold onto him better, causing him to moan. What he didn’t expect was for Jisung to moan as well.

“Ah! He twitched! Bin, he twitched, I felt it! Keep doing that, he likes it!” He said while bouncing faster on Chan’s dick, slamming his hips down before lifting them up, slamming them back down again and repeating.

“Ohh, he likes that, does he?” Changbin said with a smirk, looking down at the older male and tightening his grip around his throat. Chan moaned around the invading dick down his throat, bucking his hips up to meet Jisung’s downward thrusts. “Mngh, Channie-hyunggg! We said don’t move!!” Jisung fixed his position, his shins now pushing down on Chan’s thighs, his ass jiggling with each movement of his hips.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum, Sungie.” Changbin growled, moving his hips faster, ramming his shaft into the other man’s mouth. “Me too, Bin! ‘m so close!!” Jisung moaned, his eyes rolling back as he got closer and closer to the edge. “You cum too, Hyung. Cum for us, for Sungie. Fill him up.” Changbin growled, bracing his hand on the bar while holding onto Chan’s throat with the other. “Yes! Fill me up, fill me up, fill me up!”

The three all came with tremors in their bodies and groans, whimpers, and muffled moans. Changbin came down Chan’s throat, Chan filled Jisung’s pretty hole, and Jisung’s smaller cock spurted small ropes of cum onto Chan’s stomach. They all stayed like that for a while, panting and slumped over each other.

Eventually, they had to move. Changbin pulled his cock out from the older’s mouth, releasing his throat to tilt his head up. “How are you feeling, hyung? Does anything hurt?” But Chan just shook his head, looking absolutely fucked out, and he hadn’t even done much. Jisung lifted his hips too, watching Chan’s dick slip out and land flat on his own stomach, feeling cum leaking from his hole. “Do we have to clean up..? Let’s just spend the night here or something…’m tired..” The youngest complained, earning glares from the two older men. “No.” They both said in sync, earning a whine from Jisung. “Fine!!”

And so they cleaned, wiping cum from chests and asses, giving that bench a proper wipedown, and putting on their clothes (but not before Changbin and Jisung gave Chan’s ass a good slap on each cheek).

“Everything is sore..” Chan groaned as they walked out the door of the gym, thankful not to see anyone they know out in the hallways. “Hey, at least you’re relaxed, right?” Changbin asked with a grin, giving the leader’s plump ass a small pat. As much as he hated to admit it, yes. He was relaxed, more than he’d been in weeks, maybe even months.

“That’s not a no~” Jisung rubbed up on Chan’s shoulder after no response, that cheeky smile he always had plastered on his face. “Oh, hush. Keep teasing me and see what happens when we get to the dorms.” He said with a roll of his eyes, heading out the main building door and towards the parking lot.

Just another day in 3Racha’s schedule.

RAHHHH FINALLY DONE😼😼 I'll let this cook for a couple of days and then I'll get to work on the next one🌝 ALSO oh my gosh this fic was inspired by a post I saw on twitter where it was han instead of chan BUT I CANNOT FIND IT TO SAVE MY LIFE I LOOKED FOR DAYS💔💔💔 but I managed to find the picture, which is the middle one at the top, but I'll put it here too :3

WITH JUST A FEW HOURS LEFT ON THE MAIN POLL IT APPEARS THAT WE HAVE A TIE SO PRETTY PLEASE PICK AN OPTION🥹

• College Nerd! Jisung X Famous Underground Boxer! Minho

• AHH SOMEONE REQUESTED A PART TWO SO HERE IT IS🥹 I'm not sure if they wanted to stay anonymous, so I'll leave them anonymous just in case! But thank you for asking for a part two, it made me very happy! SORRY FOR THE BIG DELAY IVE BEEN BUSY😞 let me know if this is ass or nah🥀

• Warnings: Illegal boxing, violence, mentions of blood, someone getting knocked out (no one important), suggested age gap, flirting, mentioned HyunLix, suggested JeongChan + Seungbin, cliffhanger, lazily made fight scene💔

• Words: 2.9k (my longest fic yet!)

"No way. I don't believe you." Seungmin rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his coffee.

"I'm pretty sure it's all that studying. It's finally getting to his head." Jeongin added, smiling while he piled onto the teasing.

Jisung groaned, his cheeks already burning red, burying his head in his arms on the table. He's been trying to convince his friends that he really did talk to a famous boxer and got his number. "It happened, I promise! He threw his sweaty towel and everything!!"

"Ew." Seungmin cringed, his nose scrunching up in disgust. "Please don't tell me you kept it or something gross." "What?! No!! I-I mean, I washed it, but I kept the towel at least!"

"You have some issues, man." The youngest out of all of them commented, earning a chuckle from the coffee fanatic beside him. "Don't laugh, you cannot be laughing! You're just as much of a freak as freakbob over here!" He gestured to Jisung. "Hey!-"

"Oh really? And what issues may those be?" Seungmin set his coffee cup down, turning to face Jeongin. "Well, for one, your weird obsession with getting thrown around like a doll!" The boy in question paused, his face turning red. "That's- that's a completely normal obsession!"

"No it's not." Jisung and Jeongin said in unison, earning a scoff from Seungmin. "Whatever. What else you got?" Jisung cleared his throat. "Being thrown around, yes, but also being grabbed, choked, scolded-" "Okay, Ji, I get it!

People around the library shushed them, earning silent laughter from the two boys who weren't being yelled at. "You two are so annoying." Seungmin groaned, but there was no true bite behind his words.

"Sooo, back to your freaky boxer guy fantasy." Jeongin propped his head on his hand, smirking knowingly at Jisung, whose face was already turning red again. "It's not a fantasy!"

Just then, Felix and Hyunjin walked into the library, heading to their usual study table. "Lix! Thank god you're here — please tell these idiots that I really met Minho last night!"

The couple looked at each other, then smirked, taking a seat at the table. "I have no clue what you're talking about, Sungie."

Jisung groaned in frustration while everyone else laughed, earning more shushes from the people around them, and even the librarian. "There's a match tonight, why don't we all go?? Then you'll see that I'm not lying!"

Felix sighed, rolling his eyes, but he couldn't help the smile on his face. "Sure, Sungie, we can go." "I thought you had to study though?-" Hyunjin grunted as he was elbowed by his boyfriend, but Jisung was already thinking about it.

"Damn, I forgot! I can't go then, I really do need to study!" The other 4 groaned. "Come on, Ji, you're always studying! That test isn't for another month!" Jeongin complained, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah! Plus you're like, one of the smartest people we know." Seungmin added. "We? I'm pretty smart, I don't know about you guys."

Everyone stared at Hyunjin with knowing looks, earning a scoff from the boy, who put a hand over his chest. "Ouch! Hey, I'm smart! I got a 76 on my last test!"

"Which test was that, baby? The one back in elementary?" The group burst into laughter when Hyunjin's mouth fell open, shocked that Felix the sweetheart would say something like that to him. "I thought this was about Jisung! Why is everyone laughing at me??" Felix cooed, pulling Hyunjin into his chest and stroking his hair. "I'm just messing with you, Jinnie, I'm sure you're very smart."

"Is it opposite day or something?" Seungmin muttered under his breath, making Jisung and Jeongin laugh even harder. Hyunjin just glared at him while Felix's chest shook with his suppressed laughter. "Ha-ha, very funny, Seungmin." Hyunjin rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Jisung.

"Anyways, like we were saying before that RUDE interruption," He gestured to Seungmin, who was already taking a sip of his coffee like he did no wrong. "We all want to go to that match tonight. And as it seems, your boyfriend gave us exclusive access."

Jisung groaned, pushing his glasses up his nose. "For the millionth time, he's not my boyfriend!" "Yet." Jeongin added, earning snickers across the table. Jisung huffed, standing up and grabbing his stuff, storming off.

"Worst friends ever!" At his playful snap, almost the entire library shushed him, but he clearly didn't care. "Oh, you shush!"

And so, the 5 of the boys ended up going to the match that night after all. Changbin saw Hyunjin walking towards the door and smiled, reaching for the door handle. "Welcome back, kids! Remember the rules, yes?" Hyunjin smirked. "Bin, you're only a year older than us." Felix followed Hyunjin inside, Jisung followed Felix, and the two youngest followed as well. Until they were stopped.

Changbin's hand grabbed Seungmin's arm, pulling both him and Jeongin back. "Whoa, hang on, who are you two??" Hyunjin, Felix, and Jisung all stopped, turning around. "They're with us, Bin! They're cool, no worries!" Changbin eyed Seungmin, who was squirming under his strong grip with a faint flush on his cheeks.

The bouncer let his eyes linger on the younger boy for a moment longer, then released him more gently than he'd grabbed him the first time. "Sorry about that, kid. Have fun in there, yeah?" Seungmin rubbed his arm, his face burning red while he avoided eye contact. "Will do, mister!" Jeongin spoke up from behind him, ushering the flustered boy inside with their friends.

Like the night before, the lights flashed, the crowd roared, and the speakers boomed with excitement as the 5 boys made their way to the barricade.

While waiting in the crowd, Jeongin heard some yelling behind him. He didn't think much of it, until it became closer and closer. "Rude!" "What a dick!" "Ugh!" Jeongin finally turned to see what the commotion was, being met face to face with a man in a blue suit. They bumped into each other, and the man dropped the things in his hands. "Aw, man!" The man groaned. "Sorry! Let me help you!"

Jeongin kneeled down to grab the man's things, reaching for a microphone, until his hand met another. "Sorry!" They both said as they looked up at each other, their eyes meeting. "I'm Chan.." The man in the blue suit mumbled suddenly. "Jeongin. Here's your...microphone..?" Chan laughed and took the electronic, helping Jeongin up. "Thank you, you're too kind. As much as I'd like to stay and chat, I'm in a bit of a rush." Jeongin nodded. "Of course! Please, go ahead." The younger boy stepped aside, allowing the suited man to walk past him. "Thank you again, Jeongin." Chan bowed, walking past him but looking over his shoulder to shout to him. "Wave at me in the crowd!" Jeongin tilted his head in confusion, watching the man walk away, feeling a tap on his shoulder.

"C'mon, Yennie, the match is starting!!" Jisung smiled, ushering the group to the barricades, front and center. The lights dimmed, just like before, and a main spotlight fell on the center of the ring. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to The Ring!" The crowd cheered, and rather aggressively at that, like they'd been waiting for this exact moment.

"In this corner, wearing the black boxer trunks, weighing at 380 pounds, aiming for his 8th win of his career, it’s The Crusher!! " A big, tanned, muscular dude, already dripping with sweat, emerged from the shadows of the entrance, a harsh scowl on his face as he stepped into the ring. He punched his fists through his boxing gloves, grunting at the crowd that booed him along the way. 

Chan smiled nervously at the larger man, stepping aside to let him do his thing. “And in this corner, wearing the dark green shorts, holding a streak of 10 consecutive victories throughout his career, going for his 6th win of the season, introducing Lee Minho!” The crowd cheered louder as the main attraction appeared, though they didn’t sound very…supportive. Minho eyed the crowd as he walked out towards the ring, spotting the one person he’d been expecting to see. “Hey, kid. Glad to see you here again. Stay out of the splash zone, yeah?” Minho reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, handing it over to the nerdy boy with a wink. “You’ll need that tomorrow morning.”

Jisung’s mouth fell open in shock at this man’s blatant flirting, hearing the couple behind him laughing and snickering, while the two youngest were just as shocked as Jisung. “Holy shit, you weren’t kidding!” Seungmin finally spoke, watching the boxer head into the ring to confront his opponent.

“Before we get started, let’s give a warm welcome to our judges for the night!” The crowd cheered to a table near the ring, with two men and two women watching the two fighters closely. “Now, can I have both fighters in the center, please?” Chan called out away from the microphone, gathering Minho and The Crusher in the middle of the ring.

“Alright, gentlemen, I went over this with you both separately in the locker rooms, but let’s have a quick refresher. I expect a clean, professional fight, although this is illegal, underground boxing. You listen to my commands. If I say break, I expect a clean break. Step back during the break, no foul punches. Keep your punches up, no hitting below the belt, low blows, or behind the head.” Chan glanced at both men, patting them both on the backs. “Go ahead and touch gloves, then head back to your corners."

The two boxers bumped fists, before stepping back a few feet from the center. “On my mark!” The crowd cheered again, someone whistling, another clapping his or her hands. “Ready…set…start!”

The Crusher grunted while Minho just squinted his eyes, studying the bigger man’s moves. What Minho didn’t know was that the other man in the ring was known to seriously injure his opponents, whether he won or lost. Guess that explains why the crowd was so excited. Jisung and the others watched with wide eyes, eyes darting between Minho and The Crusher.

“Who’d think is gonna win?” Someone behind Jisung asked another guy next to him. “Oh, c’mon man, the big dude’s obviously gonna win! He’s gonna destroy that other guy!” Jisung chewed his bottom lip, locking eyes with Minho for only a split second, having hope that he’d win. “Come on, please..”

Minho saw the fear in the younger boy’s eyes, and it only fueled the fire burning in his chest. He focused his eyes back on his opponent, who was actually already throwing a punch his way. Minho jerked his head to the side to dodge, The Crusher’s knuckle barely grazing the other boxer’s cheekbone.

Minho threw his own punch, socking the bigger man right in the nose. He began to bleed, but not before his fist met Minho’s stomach. He coughed up blood, spitting it out onto the mat and straightening up. “Alright big guy, you wanna dance? Let’s fucking dance.”

It was a blur of fists meeting skin, blood splattering onto the heavy duty rubber, and cheers from the crowd around the ring. Jisung looked away whenever Minho got punched, the violence too much for someone like him. Yet he stayed. He didn’t know why, but he did, and he didn’t want to leave any time soon.

Towards the end of the match, the two men were a mess. Minho had a busted lip and a gash on his eyebrow, and The Crusher had a bloody, broken nose and a black eye. What no one expected was for Minho to swing his fist straight to the big man’s forehead. He fell back with a loud thud, shaking the entire ring. “Stop!” Chan called through the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! Please give it up for Lee Minho!!” Chan held up the boxer’s wrist, and the crowd roared in applause.

When the crowd began to pour out, Jisung practically ran up to Minho, who was being treated by medical staff. “Are you okay?! Oh my gosh, that looks like it hurts really bad!” The younger boy gushed with concern, earning a laugh from the boxer in question. “I’m fine, kid, no worries. I’ve experienced a whole lot worse in my time.” While those two talked, Hyunjin and Felix were introducing Jeongin and Seungmin to the host and bouncer.

“Bin, this is Seungmin. He’s chill, promise.” Hyunjin said to Changbin, nudging the younger boy closer. Seungmin swallowed, intimidated by the man’s muscles, but looking…down at him..? He snickered at the height difference, easily taller than the older man by a few inches. “You’re kinda short. Hyunjin, are you sure he’s the bouncer?” Hyunjin’s and Felix’s eyes widened in surprise, as did Changbin’s, but his shock didn’t last long. “Hey, you better watch it, you brat.” The bouncer grabbed Seungmin’s collar, earning a cheeky smile from the younger. “Whoa, I was kidding!! Jeez, short people really do have a big temper.” The couple was officially laughing their asses off, while Jeongin stood there just watching the whole thing.

“Bin, i thought i told you not to harass the guests after hours!” A voice shouted from behind them, the group of 5 turning to see the host. Chan and Jeongin’s eyes met, the two smiling awkwardly at each other. “Hey, blue suit man with a mic! I didn’t expect you to be the host!” Jeongin smiled, turning around to fully face the older man. “Really? What, you thought i just come to an illegal boxing match wearing a full suit?” The two laughed, and Hyunjin turned around to introduce the youngest. “Ah, Chan! I see you’ve already met Jeongin.” Chan chuckled. “Yeah, we bumped into each other before the match started! A sweet kid, he is.” Jeongin smiled shyly, earning a laugh from both Hyunjin and Chan.

Everyone began to pool out in duos, Seungmin and Changbin, Jeongin and Chan, Felix and Hyunjin, and Minho and Jisung, making their way out to the parking lot like the day before. Jisung practically clung onto Minho, looking like a worried mother. “Are you sure you’re okay?? Your lip is still bleeding..” Minho sighed, attempting to hold back a smile, failing to do so. “Yes, I’m sure.” He leaned down closer to the smaller boy. “If you’re so worried, why don’t you clean up the blood for me? Hm?”

Jisung, being the oblivious little fuck he was, grabbed a tissue he’d snagged from one of the medics, pressing it to Minho’s top plush lip. Minho smiled, amused by the boy’s innocence. “Don’t smile! You’ll make the bleeding worse, dummy!” Minho laughed again, earning a pout from the other. “Aw, don’t pout, baby.” The boxer lifted his hand, first pushing the glasses further, brushing his callosed thumb against Jisung’s plump bottom lip, causing him to turn redder than Minho’s blood.

“Ewww!” “Get a room!” “In a public server??” “Bro..” “What on earth??” “Whoo, getting steamy!” Complaints mixed with cheers sounded from the 6 other boys, making Jisung hide his face in embarrassment. Minho just laughed. “Yeah, yeah, we’re disgusting!” Minho pulled the blushing boy along, following the crowd of other men. “Anyone need a ride? I have lots of room!” Chan offered. “Nah, I’m good, I take the city bus.” Changbin replied. “We can walk back to our dorms!” Hyunjin cut in, his arm around Felix’s waist while they walked. “Aw, you kids sure? It’s really no problem! As a matter of fact, I insist!” Chan offered again. “If you insist, then who are we to decline?” Felix added, smiling while they all began to walk to the eldest’s vehicle.

“Actually, I’ll take Jisung in my own car! You guys go ahead!” Minho called from behind him, lifting Jisung into his arms and sprinting off towards another section of the parking lot. “Sungie, curfew!!” Felix called after them, to which Jisung held a thumbs up while laughing. Seungmin shook his head with a sigh, continuing onward to Chan’s car. “He’ll be fine, he’s only in the hands of a famous underground boxer, what could go wrong?” Changbin followed after him. “Hey, you have some respect for Minho, brat.” Seungmin smirked. “And what if I don’t?” The younger ran off when the bouncer began to chase him, running all the way to the car while laughing.

“Do you think Sungie will be okay?” Felix looked up at Hyunjin, who melted at his boyfriend’s worried eyes. “He’ll be fine, angel, don’t worry. I trust Minho, and I’m sure Ji does too.” The taller smiled at the blonde boy, pulling him for a quick, but tender, side hug. “You have nothing to worry about, mate, Minho’s nothing but a big softie! He’d never hurt a fly!” Jeongin laughed beside him. “Him? The same guy who knocked out a 380 pound man? I don’t believe he’d never hurt a fly.” Chan chuckled a bit, shrugging his shoulders.

“Well, he should be fine anyway.”

TADAAA PART TWO LIKE I SAID😼 again, very sorry for the delay, I've been busy and also procrastinating💔 let me know if you'd like a part 3! (next in queue: Nxdes part 2!)

Changing it bc it's easier for people to click rather than comment💔 AGAIN IM SORRY FOR THE DELAY OF FRIDAY NIGHT FIGHTS I THINK I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK RN🫩

• Best friend's brother!Chan X Brother's best friend! Felix

• Inspo at the end :) LITTLE SMALL FIC BEFORE I FINISH FRIDAY NIGHT FIGHTS PART TWO!! it's almost done I swear I just need like another day okay guys🥹 p.s I lwk suck at writing smut scenes so sorry if it's not the best💔

• Warnings: Smug, swearing, accidental sending of "nudes" (if you can even call them that), pornography, masturbation, fingering, ejaculation

• Word count: 1,104 (sort of short?)

• Ss count: 4

The phone rattled as Felix set it down on the floor, the camera facing him. He didn't even know why he was doing this. Actually, scratch that, he lied. He was doing this for mainly two reasons. 1, because he felt pretty all dolled up like this and wanted to take photos of himself, and 2, because maybe he wanted to send it to a certain someone. Don't judge.

Besides, you'd have to be crazy not to have a crush on a man like that. Christopher Bahng. Felix's best friend, Jisung's, brother. Yeah, yeah, he knows that every Disney Channel story starts off like that, but give him a break! With that sexy Aussie accent, those rippling muscles, that charming smile, how could you not love a face like that?! But the real sweetener was their age gap. Sure, 3 years isn't a lot, but it sure does feel like it, and man, did it turn Felix on.

Honestly, he wasn't even going to send them for real. He was just...testing the waters. Dipping his toes inside.

Is what he would be saying if he wasn't dressed...like this. Wearing a pair of pink panties and matching stockings definitely wasn't on his bucket list of life, but oh well. Yolo, right?

When the blonde had finally gotten the angle right, he set the 10 second timer, and his phone went into burst mode. Taking 10 photos with each decreasing second, he got into position, even leaning forward a bit to make sure the camera captured the bulge in the dainty fabric.

When the photos had been taken, Felix grabbed his phone, swiping through the pictures with a growing smile. After taking off the stockings (yes, he left the underwear on, sue him), he settled into bed, debating on going through with the original plan.

He opened the messages between himself and Chris, reading through their last conversation for the millionth time.

"Little one". Fuck, that damn nickname's been floating around Felix's head all damn day. It made him feel so fragile, so small. Not in a cringy way, obviously. More like...a hot way. A kinky way, if you will.

Anyways, Felix opened the photos option on the messaging app, looking through the photos and choosing the prettiest one of all. He didn't press send though, god no. At least, he wasn't planning on it. But of course, nothing ever went his way.

A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts, his entire body physically jumping in surprise, and of course, he fumbled with his phone. He pressed something on the screen before it fell between the mattress and the wall, hitting the floor with a clatter. "Lix! We're gonna go watch that movie with mom, okay??"

Felix groaned, looking through the small crack to see if he could find his phone. "Yeah, okay!" "Don't wait up!" His sister left, sounds of people leaving through the front door echoing in the now empty house. "Shit-shit-shit!! C'mon man, where is it?!"

After a good five minutes, he finally reached his phone, having to move his heavy ass bed out of the way to do so. He turned on his phone, unlocking it and opening it to...fuck.

The photo. Of course it sent. Why wouldn't it have? He groaned in mortification, slumping into his bed while quickly typing out a response.

Felix groaned again, louder than before, burying his face in his pillow as he rolled over. Of course this happened to him. What in the y/n x ceo fanfic is this??

Then, his phone buzzed.

He immediately picked it up, reading the new message with wide eyes.

Felix's mouth fell open in shock, reading the message over and over and over and over again to make sure that he wasn't dreaming.

After a while of processing the words in the text, Felix reacted immediately. He shed his clothes, all except for the panties and stockings from before, positioning his phone on the floor. The lamp light from his desk was dim, but it helped set the mood, and even helped calm Felix's nerves a bit. It wasn't much, but it was still a bit.

He pressed record, making sure to keep his face out of view of the camera. He turned his body around, showing his ass to the camera, clad in the same pink panties as before. He turned around once again, kneeling and spreading his legs to show off the bulge in his underwear. Slowly, carefully, he began to slide the lacy fabric down, revealing his privates to the lens. He shivered at the cold air suddenly touching his warm cock and balls, but he continued on with the video.

Reaching over, he grabbed a bottle of lube, popping open the cap and squeezing some of the liquid onto his fingers, before closing the bottle and tossing it onto the bed. He reached down, past his hardened cock, his fingers circling his rim. He eased a finger in, a whimper slipping from his lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he began to work the digit in and out of himself, but he didn't feel much pleasure.

He eased in another finger, slower this time, since the stretch actually began to hurt a little. When the cramping subsided, he started thrusting his fingers in and out of his hole, soft moans falling from his lips. He reached for his cock, palming the tip and coaxing a louder moan from his throat. His fingers moved faster, and his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

"Chris..! Oh, Chris!!" Felix cried as he reached his peak, cumming with a loud, high keen. His tip pumped out thin ropes of cum onto the floorboards, twitching as it began to soften in his hand. He slumped back against the bed, catching his breath before he remembered he was still recording. He wiped his hands on a dirty t-shirt on the floor, reaching for his phone and stopping the video.

After cleaning up, Felix finally gathered enough confidence to actually send the video. He took a deep breath, before pressing the blue send button, watching the lewd video of himself being sent to his best friend's older brother.

He squealed and jumped around for a bit, then he calmed himself down. He decided to take a quick shower, after the events of tonight, he definitely needs one.

When he was cleaned and bathed, he reached for his phone on the bed, opening the message Chris had sent while he was showering. He almost dropped the device in shock.

Inspo! VVVVVVV

and yeah, that's it! sorry for leaving you guys on a bunch of cliffhangers, I just get so tired of writing and I need a break🫩 BUT YEAH let me know if you want a part two!! AND FRIDAY NIGHT FIGHTS PART TWO IS COMING OUT PROBABLY TOMORROW!!!! okay byeee

• College Nerd! Jisung X Famous Underground Boxer! Minho

• MINSUNG MY BELOVED🥹 guys I actually suck at writing fight scenes (and writing in general) so if it's rushed or lacking detail (or it's just ass) I sincerely apologize💔 please feel free to send suggestions or requests, more information at the bottom about that at the bottom! and also if you need to chat or wanna say hi, go right ahead! (I'm desperate🥲)

• Warnings: Illegal boxing, violence, mentions of blood, someone getting knocked out (no one important), suggested age gap, flirting, SLIGHTLY suggestive at the end if you squint

• 1,620 words!! (sort of kinda short gulp(depends on what you consider to be short))

"Come on, Ji, it'll be fun!" Felix's bright voice echoed in their shared dorm.

Felix and his boyfriend, Hyunjin, were desperately trying to get Jisung to go out just this once. The poor boy stayed inside all day, yet somehow he had glowing honey skin. Weird.

"Yeah, c'mon, dude! You never leave your room! Plus it's Friday! Who stays in on a Friday??" Hyunjin added onto the persuasion of Felix's words, wrapping an arm around the blonde boy.

Jisung, to put it plainly, was an absolute nerd. Every teacher used him or his work as examples, which resulted in some insults or even punches to the face. He was book-smart, definitely not "street-smart". And going to an underground boxing ring? Definitely not for someone like him.

"I already said no! Besides, the test is already a month away!" Jisung snapped, though it was hard to take him seriously with that pout on his face. Felix and Hyunjin looked at each other with a knowing look, then Felix sighed. "I'll get you those noise-canceling headphones you've been begging for-"

"What are you guys waiting for?!" Jisung was quite literally already out the door, not even caring to change out of his stupid sweater vest and dress slacks. Felix laughed with his boyfriend, quickly heading out the door to catch up to the nerd.

Oh yeah, Jisung definitely doesn't belong here. There were mosh pits in the crowd, fights breaking out, people cheering on the side, and the match hasn't even started yet. Not to mention, this whole thing is sort of kinda illegal. Jisung has always been a good kid! He shouldn't be here!

"Guys, are you sure this is safe?" Jisung eyed the people in the crowd warily, standing between Felix and Hyunjin. "Yeah, totally! I know the bouncer, he's a real sweetheart when you get to know him! I also know the host, he won't let anything severely bad happen to anyone." Hyunjin waved to the bouncer, who was rather short for a security guard.

The lights dimmed and the crowd roared with excitement, signaling the commencing of the match.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to The Ring!" The host spoke over the speakers, causing more cheers from the audience.

"I'm your favorite host, Chan, and here are tonight's contestants!" Chan pointed to the left of the ring, a spotlight shining on the entrance.

"In this corner, please give it up for Big Barry!" A big, bald man wearing black boxer shorts and white gloves emerged from the entrance, half the crowd booing and the other cheering.

"And in this corner, the one, the only, the ferocious Lee Minho!" The cheers were a whole lot louder for the other man, who walked down the aisle between fans. Jisung watched with wide eyes, pushing his glasses up his nose. He grabbed the towel from around his neck, tossing it to the side, practically falling into Jisung's hands. Hyunjin and Felix jumped and cheered beside him, to which he shied away in embarrassment.

Minho stepped into the ring, eyeing his rather massive opponent. "3...2...1...begin!" Chan stepped aside, and the match began. It was a blur of fists hitting faces, left hooks and roundhouse kicks to the stomach, blood on each boxer.

It only (finally) ended when Minho managed to knock out Big Barry, his body collapsing onto the floor of the ring with a loud thud. "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner with his 5th win of the season, Lee Minho!" Chan held Minho's wrist up, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Eventually, they began to leave and disperse, a crew beginning to clean up the mess left behind.

Hyunjin hopped over the barricade to say hello to the bouncer, Felix and Jisung following behind him. Jisung watched the interaction with a small smile, until a voice came from behind him.

"Ya, Changbin, I thought you said no kids allowed here."

The boy in question turned around, seeing the winner of tonight's match standing right behind him. His skin was dripping with sweat, his nose was bleeding, his lip was busted, yet Jisung felt like he was one of the most handsome men he's ever seen.

"Oh, him? He's cool, he's in college with us!" Hyunjin interrupted the silence, reaching over to ruffle Felix's hair, earning a giggle. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lee! Great match tonight!" Felix smiled, causing the boxer to smile as well. "Thank you, but just Minho is fine. Mr. Lee was my dad."

Even as the conversation began to flow between the group, Jisung still hadn't said a word. His body felt stiff, his chest felt tight, not like when he saw a math equation or an essay assignment. No, this was different, very different from what he was used to. "You alright, kid? You've been staring at me for a while now."

Minho finally acknowledged the staring, to which Jisung replied with stupid stuttering and a beet red face.

(Un)Fortunately, Felix was there to speak for him. "Oh, him? He's probably just nervous! He doesn't get out much, too busy studying for tests that are still months away." Jisung glared at Felix, who was back to chatting away with Changbin and Hyunjin almost as quick as he was to speak for him.

"Wow, a nerd coming to an underground boxing match? No wonder you can't stop staring. Bet you've never seen a man this handsome before, huh?" Jisung fixed his glasses, unsure of what to say without sounding like a dumbass. "I-I mean, no, not really.." He mumbled anxiously, looking away from the other man.

"Ah, so you think I'm handsome, hm?" Jisung's breath caught in his throat, stammering pathetically, trying to get his words out. "I-I- well, I didn't- that's not what I-" Minho raised his hand, silencing the other man. "Breathe, kid. Damn, you really don't get out much, huh?"

Jisung looked down in embarrassment, but Minho's laughter helped ease the awkwardness he was feeling in his chest. Sadly, Changbin spoke up, interrupting their peace. "Hey, we should get going, they're gonna close up soon. Minho still needs to get situated back at the locker rooms, and I need to get my stuff. You guys mind waiting?"

"Yeah."

"No problem!"

"I don't mind.."

With that, the bouncer and boxer headed off, leaving the main 3 waiting by the exit.

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"So...you and Minho, huh?" Felix broke the silence with his teasing words, Hyunjin bursted into laughter, and Jisung's face turned bright red. "Wh-What about me and him?! He's just a boxer, an illegal one, by the way!!" Hyunjin scoffed. "So what?! He was totally checking you out!"

"He was not!"

"Was too!"

"WAS NOT!!"

"Was what?"

Jisung jumped at the voice behind him, turning to see the man in question in very different clothing than before. He'd changed from his boxer shorts to a black button up and some jeans, but it didn't hide his figure any less.

"Hyung! Hi! I didn't see you standing there!" Jisung took a small step back, pushing his glasses up his face. Minho snickered. "Clearly. Is this gonna be a thing now? Me just appearing behind you?" Felix, Hyunjin, and now Changbin laughed to themselves, earning a scowl from Jisung. "No! It will not!"

Everyone laughed, but a car pulling up interrupted the peace. "Ah, that's the Uber I called earlier. Guess they get here fast, huh?" Changbin rubbed the back of his neck, waving at the driver to let him know he was the one who called. "Did anyone need a ride? Minho and I live near each other, so there's that."

"Nah, we're good, Bin. We all walked here from the campus dorms, so we should be fine." Hyunjin replied, glancing over at Felix with a smirk. "Alright, but if anything happens, call me." The taller boy snorted. "I'm serious. You may be tall, but that's not gonna intimidate weirdos on the streets. Call me if anything happens. Okay?"

A second passed before Hyunjin finally spoke, nodding silently. "Good."

Everyone began to say their goodbyes, but Jisung, despite not wanting to come in the first place, now found himself not wanting to leave. "So, you're leaving me already? I know I'm a boxer, but I didn't think I'd scare you away already." He smirked, earning another reddening face from the nerd, looking away and avoiding his eyes. "N-No, that's not it at all! I-I mean, it's not like I want to leave.."

"Oh?"

Jisung looked up once more, seeing a smug, shit eating grin on the other man. "So you're saying you wanna stay with me? I certainly wouldn't mind." Minho winked, looking Jisung up and down, flustering the boy further. He was about to respond, until another voice interrupted them.

"Sungie! You coming?" Felix called out, Hyunjin already a few steps ahead of him, waiting further ahead. Jisung glanced at Changbin, who was already heading to his and Minho's Uber. He felt a hand on his shoulder, then something being placed in his hand. "Here," he handed him a small slip of paper. "I wrote it in the locker room just now. It's my personal number. If you ever "don't wanna leave" again...call me. I'll also let Bin know to let you and your friends into tomorrow night's match."

Jisung's cheeks flushed, but he managed a small nod before getting his hair ruffled by the latter, watching him walk to the car. "Jisung! Come on, it's almost curfew!" Hyunjin called for him, to which he complied, glancing at the Uber driving away.

Yeah, this was definitely not for someone like him.

Yet, he couldn't find it in himself to care.

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inspo for this fic! VVVVVVVV

they said credit wasn't necessary, but I wanted to do so anyway! hope that's alright😅 again, I'm totally open to requests, preferably any stray kids ship! I also accept ot8 poly, x reader, omegaverse, etc... I'll make an introduction post soon💔 ALSO let me know if I should do a part 2 ! bye byeee!

• Sea Creature!Chan x Beautiful Merman!Han fic inspired by Jello's Pizzeria on patreon!

• Warnings: mentions of abandonment, ONE mention of suicide, HEAVY flirting and teasing, shy channie and slightly bold jisung :3

• hihihiiiii! this is my first post, it's just random stuff I'm inspired by, but let me know if you have any other requests or ideas! enjoy :)

• 972 words (very short!)

Darkness. That's all Chan had ever known. Growing up in the deep sea wasn't the best, but it wasn't terrible either. Growing up alone, however, was horrible. He had no parents, no family, no siblings, no friends. Any attempt at speaking to another deep sea creature resulted in either insults or screams.

Chan was convinced he'd die alone.

At least, until he met him.

Han Jisung. Gosh, where to start? He quite literally glowed, the water around him lighting up a beautiful shade of pink Chan had never seen before. Every inch of him was perfect, from his flowy hair to his long tail. He had caught Chan's eye for a while now. The only problem? Jisung's a merman. Chan's some weird, freaky, deep sea creature.

Jisung would never notice someone like him. He was the definition of ethereal beauty in the form of a merman; light pink hair, hot pink tail, and peach colored skin. He was utterly stunning, at least compared to Chan, a freak of nature.

Now, Chan wouldn't say he's a stalker, no. Okay, maybe just a bit, but who wouldn't want to watch a man that beautiful every second of the day?! He'd follow him around almost everywhere; the reefs, the shipwrecks, even up to the surface where it could potentially kill Chan. But for him? He's willing.

It continued on like that for almost a month straight, swimming around between the Twilight and Sunlight zones, only until Chan felt sick and had to return to the Abyss zone. Chan was content with the routine, though. He had no problems never speaking with the merman, never even being acknowledged by him. Just being within his beauty was enough.

He never would've thought he'd actually have to speak to him.

When Jisung began exploring further down the waters, Chan immediately knew where he was heading for. His cave. As much as he wanted to stop the merman, he was just too big of a wimp to dare to speak a word. So, he didn't do anything except watch Jisung get closer and closer to his home, hiding behind a rock when he finally reached the dark cave.

The glowing creature explored the rocky hole, seeing lots of personal belongings like a bed, a comb, a brush, and lots of other things. It wasn't until Jisung lifted the rock on the bed of seaweed that he found something shocking. Things that belonged to him. An earring he lost last week, one of his brushes, a flower that had fallen from his hair. How did he know they were his? They all had that same pink glow to them as himself.

Then, a deep voice rumbled behind him. "..it's not what it looks like."

Jisung turned around, seeing the dark creature. His hair was white, flowing with the currents in the water, blackened spikes emitting from his head, his ears, his arms, almost everywhere! His skin was a sickly gray, and his two sets of eyes were fully black, blinking in sync. His tail was long, like a sea snake, covered in the same black spikes, with a faint coating of blue running along the underside of the tail.

"..what are you..?" Jisung finally found his voice, daring to swim closer to the creature.

"I'm...not too sure. Never had anyone to tell me." Chan mumbled shyly, his eyes downcast despite being darker than the Abyss. "You shouldn't be down here. It's very dangerous for a merman like yourself."

The pink one smiled, inching closer to Chan. "Maybe I like a little danger. What's your name?"

Chan was taken aback by the merman's response, but he admired his bravery. Living down in the Abyss was hard enough, but for someone who wasn't a local? Suicide. "Chan. What's yours?" He already knew the answer, but he still had to maintain some semblance of normality between them.

Jisung's smile only widened, his eyes admiring Chan's physique. "Jisung. Han Jisung."

Chan's heart only spiked more when he noticed the merman checking him out, feeling more bashful under his eyes. "..pretty name for a pretty merman." Chan mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" Jisung asked, swimming closer to the other. Chan hadn't expected him to hear, let alone get closer to him to hear him better. "N-Nothing! Nothing at all!"

"Uh-huh. Right." He eyed the darker creature with a grin, taking a slow lap around Chan, like a shark circling its prey. "This wouldn't happen to be your cave, would it?" Chan tensed at the question, unable to meet Jisung's eyes. "Ahh, so it is. May I ask why you have my lost — or should I say stolen — belongings underneath your pillow?"

Chan cringed at the wording, but it was true, he basically stole this merman's things. "I-It's not what it looks like, I swear! Th-They were glowing, and colorful, a-and we don't have things like that down here!" He rambled, looking guiltier than a sea dog caught tearing something up. "Do you...want them back..?

Jisung hummed thoughtfully, though it was obvious to anyone but Chan that he was faking it. "Nah, it's just junk to me. Why don't you keep it, handsome?"

Chan's head practically short circuited at the charming merman's words, his mouth falling open in shock and fluster. Jisung just let out a satisfied giggle, swimming closer. "You're funny. I'll definitely be coming back to visit you soon, Channie."

With that, the glowing merman swam away, back up to the surface. Chan couldn't think a single thought other than that charming man's words; calling him out on his stealing, saying he was handsome (when he knew he wasn't), even giving him a nickname. 'Channie'. It swirled around his head for a few minutes, before he finally snapped out of it, sighing dreamily.

Oh, yeah, he's so whipped. Big time.