Important phone call
Earlier that night, Chan had his laptop open at the kitchen table. Not in the studio, not on a couch, not bed.
The kitchen, because if he sat anywhere too comfortable, he knew he’d stop working completely.
The apartment was dim, only the desk lamp above him and the soft glow of his screen lighting his face. He had been like that for hours, sleeves pushed up, silver bracelets resting against the edge of the table, catching light every time his hand moved.
He hadn’t eaten properly, hadn’t really looked up in a while.
Just work. That kind of night.
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Y/N came up behind him quietly, her footsteps soft against the floor, careful not to pull him out of his focus too suddenly. She knew he was busy, knew he’d been buried in work all day, tense and overworked in that way he got when everything piled up too fast. Still, she didn’t stop herself. She wanted him. Needed him. And patience wasn’t something she had much of tonight.
She didn’t say anything at first. Just leaned in slightly, close enough that she’d normally get a reaction out of him. But Chan didn’t turn fully, his eyes stayed on the screen. His fingers slowed.. then stopped.
“Chan”
Then his hand lifted, not to pull her closer like usual, but to gently catch her wrist before she could wrap her arms around him. Not tight, not harsh, but enough to stop her. His thumb pressed once against her skin, absentminded. A quiet grounding touch and then he let go.
And without looking back at her properly, he shifted slightly in his chair so that just enough space opened between them.
He gave her a silent answer. She didn’t say anything. His attention already drifting back to the screen, like that was where he had to stay.
Chan didn’t stop her because he didn’t want her, he stopped her because he wanted her too much and in that moment he didn’t trust himself to stay gentle.
Because he knows if he touches her right now, all that frustration, work, pressure, deadlines, protecting the boys, helpless with the company, will come out. All the weight of everything he was trying to hold together for the group sat too close to the surface and she was the only thing in reach of it. He knew if he let her in right now, all of it would spill out at once and he wasn’t sure he could control where it landed.
She goes quiet for a second, nodding like she understands.
“Do you want me to make you something to eat, babe?”
“I just need to finish some things, don’t have time right now” he’d said very quickly.
“Oh okay” she tried looking at his face but failed because he turned his face to the other screen.
“I’ll be in the living room, gonna watch something”
He just nodded and started typing something on his computer again.
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Chan closed the laptop with a quiet exhale, not relieved , just done, like he was still carrying the weight of the day even though the screen was off. He stayed sitting for a second longer, elbows on his knees, fingers brushing over his silver bracelets absentmindedly. Then he stood, slow and tired and walked into the living room.
She was there but he didn’t say anything right away. Just looked at her for a moment, like he was checking if she was really there, really okay.
“I need to make one important call” he said quietly.
His voice softened just a friction after that. “Then I’m done”
Not an apology or promise, just an indirect reassurance that he wasn’t leaving her behind in the night. His eyes flicked to her again. “I’ve got time after that”
Her expression didn’t change much, but she understood him. That was the problem, she always did. “Okay” she said softly.
“I’ll wait” a subtle smirk tugged at her mouth, her eyes holding the kind of mischief that made people nervous.
No guilt in her tone, no argument. Way too calm.
Chan noticed it.
But he was too tired to read into it properly so he just nodded once. “Don’t wait up too long” and he walked past her toward the couch.
She stayed there standing for a second. Watching him. Listening to the quiet shift in the apartment as he settled into the couch, phone already in his hand.
Then she turned and walked toward the bedroom.
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Inside, she didn’t hesitate, went straight to his closet. Pulled out the black Chrome Hearts zip up hoodie he always wore. The one she liked more than she admitted. The one that still smelled like him. And she put it on.
Nothing underneath.
Not even a second thought.
When she came back out, the hoodie hung loose on her frame.
Bare legs.
Messy hair.
Quiet steps. Slow.
She didn’t rush. Didn’t announce herself.
Chan looked up mid-call and froze for half a second. His fingers tightened slightly around his phone.
“…yeah..sorry” he muttered into the call, forcing his voice steady again.
But his eyes didn’t leave her. Not anymore.
Then she had reached him. He was manspreading on the couch. She saw the perfect opportunity to stand in between his legs. But she didn’t do anything yet. Just stood there. Looking down at him.
His knee shifted slightly, instinctively but she didn’t move back. She just stayed there looking at him.
His jaw flexed once, a silent exhale through his nose. Not frustration at her but frustration at everything happening at once. He leaned back in the couch slightly trying to maintain space.
Trying.
But she was right there. She didn’t speak, didn’t ask.
Just reached down slowly and pulled slightly pulled his wrist once, but didn’t hold it. His eyes dropped to her hand immediately.
A pause in his voice on the call.
“…no, that timeline should work” continued, but slower.
His thumb moved slightly against the phone, a small grounding habit. Then his gaze lifted to her again, a little longer this time. More direct.
A silent message:
Don’t push.
She tilted her head slightly. Like she was listening to him and not listening at the same time. Testing the boundary he set earlier. Quietly insisting she was still here.
Still not moving.
Chan’s breath shifted. He leaned forward again into the call, voice tightening.
“—sorry. Can you repeat that last part?” his eyes stayed on her. Then lower, barely audible, not into the phone:
“Stay still”
A warning meant only for her. And still, she didn’t move. That’s what made it worse.
Deliberate closeness in the exact space he was trying to keep controlled. His grip on the phone tightened. His expression stayed composed for the call, but his focus was no longer fully there. Because now he was aware of everything at once:
The call.
The pressure.
The exhaustion.
And her.
Standing between his legs like she already knew he wouldn’t move her.
She did it again. Pulled slightly at his wrist.
She was challenging him.
His eyes dropped to her hand and back up. He gave her a silent warning.
“…yes, I’ve already sent the updated files” he said into the call, but his voice had changed.
She didn’t stop.
Instead, she leaned in slightly, just enough that her presence filled his space more completely. Her hand shifted again, this time resting at his knee. Light pressure. Chan exhaled through his nose.
His fingers flexed around the phone.
“…I understand” he said into the call, but there was a pause between words now. Like he had to rebuild each sentence before saying it. His eyes stayed on her longer this time. Deciding how much longer he could hold this in place.
His leg shifted slightly under her hand, an unconscious reaction he immediately tried to correct.
Too late.
She noticed.
Of course she did.
Her expression didn’t change. But she leaned in just a fraction closer again. Testing him. Seeing what he would allow.
That’s when his control visibly slipped.
“…no, that should be fine” he muttered into the call.
His hand came down briefly on the armrest. His bracelets clinked softly with the movement. Then his gaze snapped back to her. A clearer warning now.
She then climbs in his lap.
His hand settled at her waist like it belonged there, fingers curling just a little tighter than necessary, less to prove a point, more to steady himself.
“…sorry, continue” his jaw tightens because she’s not stopping. She’s not just sitting there, she’s playing with him. Fingers brushing his silver bracelets. Slowly.
The chains click softly against his wrist. Chan exhales through his nose.
His eyes flick down to her.
A silent: stop.
Her lips moved across his neck in soft, damp kisses and felt him tense beneath her.
“Yes. No, send it again” he turns his head slightly toward her.
Barely moving his lips “Stop”
She doesn’t. He tries again with a sharper look, with tighter grip but she keeps going. Testing him. Pushing the exact line she knows he’s holding.
But Chan realizes something in that moment. It’s that she’s not misunderstanding him, she’s responding to him, to the earlier denial.
She placed her hand over his, the one holding the phone to his ear and didn’t move it away. Just kept it there. Then she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. When she tried to catch his lips, he turned his head slightly, just enough to avoid her. Still listening to the call. But his jaw tightened. And his hand under hers tensed for a second before going still again.
He shifts in his chair trying to ground himself. But the call continues, someone is talking but he hears none of it clearly anymore because all he can feel is her.
She shifted in his lap again, hands resting on his shoulders as she looked at him with a bold, almost teasing expression, her cheeks already faintly flushed.
Chan’s head tipped back for a second, like he was silently questioning his entire life choices. A quiet breath left him as if he was trying to keep himself together through sheer will.
She didn’t stop.
If anything, she grew bolder, more deliberate in the way she stayed close moving with more confidence now.
His hand stayed firm at her waist, the other still holding the phone to his ear. He looked completely split in two trying to maintain the call while also grounding himself in place.
She whimpered. His eyes found hers in an instant, sharp with warning. She tried again. And again but he moved faster. His hand came up to cover her mouth quickly, stopping her mid-sound.
A clear, silent command. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she placed her hand over his, holding it there against her mouth.
Her brows drew together, a look with frustration and need. That look made something in his expression falter.
He had to look away, jaw tightening as he forced himself to stay focused on the call still happening in the background.
“…yes, sorry, continue” he muttered, voice lower now. But his attention was no longer fully on the conversation. It was on her.
She moved faster now, never losing eye contact with him. He was hard as hell and she felt it with every move she made. She was gonna come. She was mumbling under his hand so he pressed it even tighter on her mouth. He almost let out a sound too with the way she was riding him.
“Yes, I’m still here. Go on” he manages to say.
She stayed looking at him, not breaking eye contact for a second when she comes undone. Chan reacted immediately, pulling her in close and pressing her against his chest so her moanly breaths won’t be heard. His hand stayed firm on the back of her head, holding her there as he quickly adjusted his posture.
“…that’s right” he muttered into the phone, voice tighter now. He kept her tucked against him, while trying to keep his breathing steady and his attention on the call.
When he finally realized she’d calmed down enough, Chan slowly loosened his grip from the back of her head, his fingers lingering for a second before letting her go completely. She looked up at him and Chan just stared back.
Breathing heavier than before, jaw tight, eyes dark with a mixture of disbelief and frustration like he couldn’t decide whether he was impressed, annoyed, or completely done for.
A look that said:
Look what you just did.
She held his gaze for a second longer before slowly sliding out of his lap. Chan didn’t stop her, didn’t say a word. He just watched her. Watched as she lowered herself to the floor between his legs, settling there like she belonged in that exact spot.
Chan’s first instinct was to stop whatever game she thought she was playing. But then her hands landed on his thighs. Firm.
And his movement stopped.
His phone stayed pressed to his ear, the producer’s voice still talking in the background, asking questions that suddenly felt impossible to focus on. Chan swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to her as she settled between his legs like she’d been meant to be there all along.
She looked up at him and held his eye. She slowly let her hand rest there, waiting.
Testing him.
Chan dragged a hand over his mouth, exhaling sharply through his nose before forcing himself to reply to the manager on the phone.
“Yeah, I went through the revised track this morning” he said, voice low, controlled, too controlled. “The second verse feels stronger now, but I still think the transition into the chorus needs more space. Maybe strip some of the layering back… let the vocals carry it first, then build into it” he muttered, voice noticeably rougher this time.
His eyes never left hers. Not once. His fingers curled so tightly around the phone his knuckles nearly turned white. Because if he wasn’t on this call and if she kept looking at him like that for one second longer, he honestly wasn’t sure how much self-control he had left.
“No no, send me the updated version later. I’ll listen again tonight and call you back once I’ve had-“
She pulled at his waist band and then back up at him.
He stopped for a second, breath faltering almost imperceptibly.
“…once I’ve had time to focus on it properly”
Chan’s eyes stayed on her for a second too long before the voice in his ear pulled him back.
“Mm—yeah, I’m listening”
The manager kept talking. Question after question. Schedule changes, studio timings, revisions, things that clearly weren’t ending anytime soon.
Chan’s jaw tightened.
He glanced toward the ceiling for half a second before letting out a slow, quiet sigh through his nose. The kind that said he already knew he was screwed. Then his eyes dropped back to hers. And somehow that made it worse.
She was still there. Still looking at him like she had nowhere else to be. Her hands resting on his thighs, keeping him exactly where she wanted him. Chan swallowed hard.
His fingers dragged over his mouth before he leaned back into the couch, phone still pressed to his ear, eyes dark with the kind of frustration he couldn’t even hide anymore.
“Yeah…” he muttered into the phone, voice rougher now. “I’m here”
But the look he gave her said something completely different. Because the call wasn’t ending anytime soon. And judging by the way she kept looking at him, neither was she.
“Yeah keep going”
Her eyebrow lifted.
A slow, knowing little look crossed her face, and Chan saw it immediately, the way her fingers shifted slightly, the way she took his words as something meant for her.
His eyes widened for half a second before his brows pulled together sharply.
Don’t.
He didn’t say it out loud, couldn’t. But the look on his face said enough. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing at her in warning, a tiny shake of his head following right after.
Not now.
Not while his manager kept talking in his ear. Not when his self-control was already hanging by a thread.
And judging by the way she only smiled at him, she understood. She just didn’t care.
The second her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his sweats, Chan’s breath caught. His fingers closed around her wrist instantly.
Not stopping her. Just… there.
His hand stayed over hers, warm and firm, holding it in place like if he didn’t anchor himself to something, he’d lose whatever control he had left.
“No, I get what you’re saying. If we move recording back, I’ll need the revised files before tonight so I can actually go through everything properly” somehow still professional, but his eyes stayed locked on hers, dark and completely wrecked.
She then slapped his hand away and he threw his head back on the couch.
The moment she freed his cock out of his pants, her breatch caught. He was so hard, flushed with heat like he’d been holding himself back for far too long. The heated color, the tension in him, it made it painfully obvious how hard he’d been trying not to react.
For a second, Chan didn’t move.
His grip tightened on her wrist just slightly, not to push her away, but like he needed something to hold onto that wasn’t her voice, her hands, her proximity, everything.
Then he looked at her. Really looked.
And when he saw it.. The way her mouth curved, the faintest hint of amusement in her expression, his jaw flexed hard.
“You think this is funny?” he muttered under his breath, barely audible.
But there was no real bite in it.
And something quieter underneath it, something that said she wasn’t entirely wrong for laughing, because he looked exactly like someone who had lost the upper hand a long time ago and was just now realizing it. She didn’t answer right away. Just tilted her head slightly, still between his legs, still looking up at him like she had all the time in the world. That made his eyes narrow.
Chan exhaled through his nose, leaning back a fraction, phone still in his hand, still mid-call, still expected to function like nothing in his life was currently unraveling.
And yet his gaze stayed on her like she was the only thing in the room that made it hard to breathe.
“Yeah” he said into the phone again, voice rougher now. He cleared his throat. “I’m still here. Just give me a second”
His eyes flicked back to her. A warning without words.
Except it didn’t land like a warning at all. More like a confession. That he wasn’t winning this.
Her hand moved with slow intent. She pulled on his cock once.
Chan’s entire body reacted before he could stop it, his breath catching sharply, shoulders tensing as he froze mid-motion.
For a second, there was nothing but silence in his expression. Then his jaw clenched. Hard.
His eyes snapped down to her, dark and warning, but it didn’t come out angry, more like overwhelmed restraint. Like he was trying to decide whether to stop her or hold himself together.
She looked up at him like she already knew the answer. Not rushing. Not nervous.
Calm. Amused.
Like she was studying exactly how far she could push him before something gave.
Chan swallowed, exhaling slowly through his nose as he forced his attention back to the phone.
“Yeah, sorry” he cut in mid-conversation, voice rougher now, noticeably less steady. “Can you repeat that last part?”
His fingers tightened around the phone.
His gaze flicked back to her again, sharper now, more controlled on the surface, but completely undone underneath.
“I’m still here” he added, forcing professionalism back into his tone. “Just… go on”
But the way he said it didn’t match the situation at all. Because nothing about him looked like he was “just listening” Not with her looking at him like that.
She then just put his cock in her mouth and slowly gave him a lick from his balls to the tip. Painfully slow.
“Right, send me the demo. And that updated mix” he put his other hand automatically on her head when she took him in her mouth.
She just looked at him while his hard cock was resting in her mouth. She stayed there for a moment, watching his reaction closely, then moved in closer again, calm and unbothered, like she already knew he wouldn’t interrupt her. Went all the way down and then taking his cock out of her mouth, gasping for air while looking at him.
“Sure, can you schedule that? So that we have enough time before we release those”
He holds her head and just doesn’t have emotion in his face anymore. He doesn’t know what she’s gonna do next. He’s nervous.
She then put his length in her mouth again and went fast this time. She just kept taking him in and looking at him through her lashes, innocently.
His head falls back again. “Yes…yes” he mutters, more to her than the manager.
“Fuck”
“Nothing”
“I’m fine, I just need to hang up right now, we’ll make it work”
“Yeah.. yeah.. thank you”
The moment the call finally ended, Chan didn’t even wait for the line to fully disconnect. The phone slipped from his hand onto the couch. Silence hit the room like a weight. For a second, he just sat there, staring at her. Like his brain needed time to catch up to what was still happening, what had been happening the entire time he was pretending to be normal. His chest rose unevenly. Then again. Slower now, but heavier.
His hand lifted, dragging over his face as he exhaled through his nose, sharp. Like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or completely lose it.
“You’re unbelievable” he muttered, but there was no real anger in it.
His eyes dropped to her again, darker now that he didn’t have anything to hide behind. No phone. No voice on the other end. No excuse to look away. Just her. Just what she’d done to him. His voice came out lower this time, rough around the edges.
“…You did that on purpose”
But it didn’t sound like a question. It sounded like he already knew he was done fighting it.
“You’re insane” he muttered, voice rough now, completely unfiltered. “Do you even realize what you’ve been doing to me this whole time?”
His eyes flicked over her, lingering like he couldn’t help it anymore. Like restraint had officially stopped being an option. She tilted her head at him. That small, innocent-looking gesture that wasn’t innocent at all. And then she smiled. Like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.
“Oh?” she hummed softly, like she was testing him again. “So you did notice”
Chan’s jaw tightened immediately. A sharp inhale through his nose.
“You think I didn’t?” he said, leaning forward slightly now, voice lower. “You were literally sitting there pushing me to the edge while I was on a work call”
She blinked at him like she was considering it.Then shrugged. Casual. Cruel in the calmest way. “You didn’t stop me”
That did it.
His expression shifted, something between frustration and surrender, like he hated how true that was. He stared at her for a long second. Then exhaled slowly, shaking his head once.
She sucked the tip of his cock and just kept sucking not waiting for a reply from him. She knew he didn’t have any.
“Yeah.. yeah okay.. you win”
She smiles while he’s still in her mouth.
“Fuck..”
“You’re actually going to be the death of me”
She let out a small, breathy sound, like she was reacting more to his reaction than anything else.
She goes back to his tip and just keeps her mouth there. Slowly sucking only the tip.
“Just.. stay there ..fuck”
One hand stayed braced against the couch beside her, knuckles tense, like he needed something solid to keep himself steady. The other hovered uncertainly before settling lightly on her shoulder, anchoring it there.
“Ah.. wait”
A broken sound slipped out under his breath.
His white semen spilled all over her face and she just shaked her head a tiny bit so that it would be all over her face.
His chest rose unevenly as he tried to steady himself, swallowing hard before finally forcing his eyes open again. When he looked at her, it wasn’t teasing anymore. It was wrecked. Completely undone.
“…You’re impossible” he muttered hoarsely, but there was no anger left in it.
She doesn’t move right away. Just looks at him slowly. Like she’s taking her time memorizing exactly how undone he is. There’s a faint curve at the corner of her mouth again. Not a full smile, more like quiet satisfaction she’s not even trying to hide. Her eyes flick over his face, his breathing, the way he’s still trying to come back to himself.
“Don’t look at me like that with your face covered in my fucking cum”
She giggles at that. And the moment she does, his face changes and he janks her by her neck up to on lap.
“You fucking whore” he janks her head back. He tilted her face up harshly, refusing to let her look away from him, his touch firm. Very unkind.
“You’ve been testing me all fucking night, huh”
He wiped a hand across her face, smearing the cum all over her cheeks, nose, mouth.
A quiet, breathy laugh that slips out when she’s overwhelmed
“What was that?” He tugs her head back a little more.
“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?”
“Mm..”
“Look at me”
She tries to avoid eye contact but then he slaps her ass one time, hard.
“Don’t fucking look away. You wanted this”
Another slap. So hard it would definetely leave a bruise. She let out a gasp. But she still wouldn’t look at him.
So he spanked her again.
“You deserved it Chan” she said catching her breath.
“Oh, yeah?”
He flipped her over on his lap. She was now hanging side ways on his lap, her ass facing him. Her head hung awkwardly to the floor, she touched it so she could hold herself there.
He slapped her ass hard again. “You want to talk back now?”
“Answer me” slap
“Mmm”
“That’s not a fucking answer” slap
“Now you suddenly don’t have anything to say?” slap
“Where did all that attidude go, hm?” slap
“Chan.. it’s too much” she manages to get out.
“You keep pushing and then act surprised” slap
Her ass was so red it was already starting to bruise.
“You had your moment..” slap
“Now it’s my turn” slap
She opens her mouth like she’s going to say something sharp again. But nothing comes out right away. Her breath catches instead. She tries again, quieter this time. “Wha-“ And stops.
Like the word gets stuck somewhere between her thoughts and her voice. Chan notices immediately.
Of course he does.
“…Now what?” he mutters. Calm, not rushing her.
When she looks back at him, she’s clearly trying to recover her tone. Trying to rebuild the version of herself that was in charge a minute ago.
Another unforgiving slap to her ass.
“I just-“ she starts, then stops again, frustrated with herself. Her voice drops softer, less certain.
“You’re being-“ She can’t finish that either.
Chan tilts his head slightly, watching her struggle without interrupting, like he already knows she’s losing the fight to keep up the same energy.
“You were saying a lot earlier,” he says quietly.
“Go on” slap
“I can’t.. I can’t.. I ne- I need yo- you, Chan”
“What was that?” slap
“I’m sorry, oh..my.. god..” she manages to get out, breathless.
He janks her head up, holding her neck and looks at her. “You’re really sorry?”
“Yes Chan, I’m really sorry”
“Good girl”
“Good fucking girl”
He gave her one last spank on her butt and lifted her up.
Chan held her with her back to his chest. Spread one of her legs with his hand and the other went to her pussy.
He touched it and she immediately gets startled because his bracelet was so cold against her cunt.
“Cold”
“Cold?”
“Yes” she whispers.
“You’ll get used to it” he inserts a finger in her.
“You’re fucking dripping, what the fuck”
“Wait, Chan.. just.. take it off”
“What now?”
“You’re trembling over that?”
His chained bracelet touches her clit and she nearly jumps back into him.
“This is your fault baby, and you choose tonight to act needy, so this is what you get”
“Deal with it”
