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The sun dipped low, casting a warm, golden glow into Chan's living room as he and you lounged together on the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he lazily scrolled through his phone. It had been a day of lazy contentment, filled with shared laughter and easy conversation. But now, as the shadows lengthened, a curious silence fell between the two of you. Which was a little odd since you were usually the type to fill any kind of silence in the air.
If there was one thing Chan knew about you it was that you hated when it was too quiet in the air and you needed to fill it. Chan glanced over at you, his brow furrowing in confusion at your uncharacteristic quietness. He worried something was wrong, maybe something had upset you or maybe he'd done it somehow. Panic built up inside of his chest and he swallowed the lump in his throat, putting his phone down.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked, nudging you gently with his elbow. "You've been unusually quiet." He added a soft chuckle on the end to let you know he wasn't being mean about it. You jumped slightly, tearing your gaze away from the book you were holding in your hands, you shut it instantly and smiled up at him.
Whenever you opened a book the words danced before your eyes, and you could feel yourself slipping away from the confines of reality. It was like a siren's call, luring you further into the depths of the world the book was created for you. The world completely fading into obscurity. You'd read in front of Chan before but never got so lost in the pages as much as you had tonight. The book just had a grip on you, something you couldn't put down.
"Oh, um, nothing," you murmured, attempting to hide the title with a feeble attempt at nonchalance since Chan had already caught you acting suspicious about it.
Chan arched an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a mischievous grin as he leaned closer to peer at the book, you pulled it to your chest doing your best to hide it from him but it was too late, he'd already caught a glimpse of the title.
"Hmm, 'Forbidden Desires: A Tale of Passion'?" he read aloud, a teasing lilt to his voice, your body heating up as you heard it said in a suggestive way from your boyfriend. Within seconds the book was taken from your grasp and Chan flicked through the pages, his eyes landing on the different highlighted passages you'd done. All in different coloured highlighters, some sentences or paragraphs underlined with small written words next to them.
"Now, what might you be doing with a book like that?" He chuckled softly and you felt your whole body tingle with embarrassment as you attempted to snatch the book away, but he lifted it from your grasp and smirked a little. Chan knew you liked to read but he never would have imagined you liked to read something so steamy and suggestive,
"It's nothing," you insisted, though your protests were weak at best, Chan couldn't help but look through the pages as he kept the book out of your reach.
"Nothing, huh? You sure seemed pretty engrossed in it," he teased, his eyes dancing with amusement. His eyes moved back to the book as he read the passages highlighted in pink and instantly his cheeks began to turn red.
You huffed in mock annoyance, swatting at Chan's hand in a futile attempt to reclaim the book, he stared down at you and you bit down on your lip.
"Fine, you caught me," You admitted with a sheepish grin. "But it's not like I'm reading it for any particular reason." You mumbled a little and Chan raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing at his lips.
"Oh, really? So you just randomly decided to pick up a steamy romance novel?" You rolled her eyes, though there was a sparkle of amusement in your gaze. You picked up books all of the time, spice or no spice but this one just so happened to be one of the spicest books you'd ever had the pleasure of reading.
"Okay, maybe I was looking for a little... escapism," you confessed, your cheeks burning up so hot you were sure you'd be able to cook on them at this point. Chan laughed, finally relenting and handing the book back to you.
"Well, as long as it's keeping you entertained," he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close, you settled back into a comfortable reading position, finding the page you'd been on since you hadn't had time to place a bookmark earlier.
"But next time, maybe just tell me you need some alone time to indulge in your spicy reads." He whispers against your ear, his breath catching on your skin making you shiver.
"Or I can maybe help recreate any scenes you want, it's up to you," He added as you whimpered, snuggling closer to him,
"Deal," You agreed, feeling a warmth spread through you at the easy familiarity of your banter.
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Bang Chan
Chris sighed as he closed the door to your shared apartment. “I’m home.” He muttered while taking his shoes and sweatshirt off. It had been a long day of work and he was ready to settle into his well deserved vacation. The two of you decided to turn your phones on airplane mode and just spend the week lounging around and enjoying each other's company.
Soft music played from the end of the hallway. He made his way to the bedroom, his muscles slowly releasing the tension built up knowing he was so close to being in your arms. He had to bite back a laugh when he saw you. Your jaw dropped slightly as you turned page after page, reading the climax of the book. He stood there for a minute before breaking the silence, “Whatcha reading, love?”
You jumped up, almost losing your place. You glared at him, “Jesus, Christopher! Don’t scare me like that! Announce yourself next time.”
“Actually, I did. You were just too immersed in your book to hear me.” He laughed as he began to strip, changing into more comfortable clothes.
You playfully pouted before marking your place. “It’s not funny.”
“Yes it is. Look at you, you want to laugh at yourself.” He said slowly crawling up the bed. You hummed with a small smile before putting the book to the side, opening your arms wide so he could lay down on your stomach.
You began running your fingers through his hair. Smiling at the satisfied groan. “I missed this. I missed you.” He said after a few moments of silence, placing soft kisses on your stomach. “I waited all day to have you in my arms.” He continued as he shifted in your grasp, slowly inching up to your breast. “I waited all day to feel you.” Blush creeped up your neck as he began to kiss your collarbone. “I waited all day to kiss you.” You groaned as he claimed your lips. Chris smirked as he pulled you down to be underneath him. “Now, I get to have you all to myself for a week.”
Lee Know
You giggled as Soonie once again headbutted your book. “Excuse me, I’m reading that.” You said to the cat before going back to the page. The enemies were finally confessing their love for each other in the most angsty way and there was no way in hell you were waiting until later to read it.
Minho watched you out of the corner of his eye as he began folding down some of the empty boxes, leaving a few for the cats to play in. It took a good couple weeks after he had asked you to move in, to actually move you in. Work was keeping the both of you busy so when the day came that you both had a day off together, you jumped at the opportunity to grab the moving truck.
As expected, you had unboxed the few boxes that contained your most precious items, your books. He never fully understood what the obsession is but he found it cute when you would try and explain the story’s plot to him. He smiled when you yelled out Soonie’s name as he moved the boxes by the door. “Min, what are you doing? I thought we agreed to leave those for tomorrow so the cats could play.”
“I left a few.” He replied before heading to the kitchen to start on dinner. He glanced to the side as he head your soft footsteps behind him.
“Mm Min,” you began as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “You worked so hard to help me move in. Why don’t we order in and I can tell you all about my book.”
He leaned into your touch. “I like the sound of that. If I sit there and listen can I have some dessert?”
“Celebratory dessert? I like the sound of that. What were you thinking?” You asked, looping your arms around his neck as he turned around to face you.
“I was thinking you.” He laughed as you playfully punched his chest, hiding your blush.
Changbin
“Changbin…” you sighed. You looked at him with concern as he gave you his cute smile. “I don’t know about this, honey.”
“It’ll be fine! I promise I can handle it if you think you’re gonna be too heavy.” Your frown deepened. You were scared about that, especially knowing your body leaned a little more to the bigger side. Your boyfriend wanted to work out and you wanted to read, but because of how little time you’ve been together, he came up with the idea that you sit on his back and read as he did push ups. Changbin took your face in his hands before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s just try it, please? If I start hurting I promise to tell you.”
You placed your hands over his and pouted slightly. “Promise?”
“Promise.” He placed one more kiss on your forehead.
You groaned. “Fine. Let me go grab my book.” You laughed as he let out a noise before yelling that he’ll set things up. By the time you came back in, he had a mat set up, water and some snacks for you. “Been planning this for a while?” You asked, shocked at the set up.
He nervously laughed as blush crept up his neck. “Maybe.” He said shyly. “Anyway! I’m gonna get in a push up position and when I give you the go ahead, you’re gonna sit on my back.” You gave him another nervous look. He sighed. “Baby, I promise to tell you if anything is going wrong.” You sighed before motioning him to get into position. You giggled as he did a few push ups for a warm up before getting as low as he could.
You hesitantly sat on his back cross legged. “How are you feeling?” You yelped as he began his exercise. You waited a few before beginning to pick up where you left off.
-
You were really getting into the characters betrayal when you heard panting. You got off immediately and went to grab his water. You frowned as you took in Changbin’s state. He was on his back, catching his breath. Sweat dripping down his face. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were getting to your pushing point?”
Changbin gave you a tired smile, sitting up and taking the water you held out to him. “It was a good burn. Did you not enjoy it?”
You took a seat next to him, looking at how much reading you had done. You managed to get a good amount done. “I did. It was nice to have actually spent some time with you. I would just prefer to sit somewhere else next time though.” Changbin’s face began to burn as he smirked at you. You gave him a confused look before hiding your face in embarrassment. “Get your mind out of the gutter!” You sunk further as he laughed.
Hyunjin
Silence surrounded the two. The only noise being made was the turn of pages. To anyone else, you would look like a normal human being enjoying a good book. To Hyunjin, you looked like an angel. An angel he called his. You were his muse. He found inspiration in just about everything you did. Whether that be bringing flowers home, the desserts you would make with Felix, or just lounging about. This was one of those times.
He sat across from you on the couch, sketch book in hand. He sat there drawing you from every angle he could capture. He would make faces if he didn’t capture something right. He wanted this, you, to look perfect. Just like he saw you. Absolutely downright beautiful.
After finishing yet another chapter, you grabbed your bookmark to finally stretch your limbs. You looked over at Hyunjin when he whined. “What’s wrong?”
“You moved.” He replied as he erased a part of the sketch that made him unhappy.
You raised an eyebrow before moving toward him, your joints cracking on the way. Before you could peek at his sketchbook, he quickly turned it away from you. This shocked you. “You’re not gonna let me see it? You always let me see your drawings.”
“Not right now. I’m not done. It has to be perfect.” You hummed. You’ve never seen him this determined on a sketch before. You muttered an ‘okay’, moving to the kitchen to grab a few glasses of water. You cursed as you tried to get a look at the book, Hyunjin skillfully evading it from your view.
You sighed as you walked back over. You gave him a kiss on top of his head before setting the water down. He muttered a ‘thank you’ before watching you settle back into your spot, immediately grabbing your book. You watched him with slight curiosity before diving back into your book.
-
You closed your finished book, tiredness seeping it away behind your eyes. You yawned and snuggled into the couch before looking at Hyunjin. He looked between you and the sketch book before moving closer to you. “Thank you.” He muttered as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips.
“For what?” You asked, tiredness present in your voice as you held your arms out for him. He quickly accepted the invitation, shifting you around until you laid on top of him. He placed a kiss on your head before grabbing the sketchbook. Your eyes widened as you took the picture in. It was of you reading. Your hair flowing beautifully around your face, your features delicately drawn into the page. You hardly recognized yourself. If anything, Hyunjin made you more beautiful. “Hyune, this is beautiful.”
He widely smiled. “It’s my favorite piece of inspiration you gave me.”
“You’ve definitely captured me a lot prettier than I am.” You said quietly as you gently traced the outline of your face.
“No, I don’t think so.” You turned to look at him as he took the book from you. “I captured perfection, a muse. My muse. This is what I see everyday when I wake up next to you.”
Tears began to cloud your eyes as you looked at the sketch again. “I love you, you know that?”
He kissed a tear away. “And I love you a thousand times more.”
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Chan and Jisung walk through the doors of their favorite coffee shop. "How do you feel about doing a writing session later?" Jisung asks the older member, quickly looking up at him.
"Yeah, for sure. You already asked Bin about it?" Chan mentions while the two wait in line.
Jisung nods his head in response, typing a message to the other member as they speak. "Of course, I did. It wouldn't be a 3RACHA writing session if Changbinnie wasn't there," he laughs, locking his phone after sending the text.
Chan laughs and agrees with his statement. He steps up to the cashier before giving his order. "You want coffee?" He asks Jisung, quickly glancing back.
"Yes, please," Jisung answers politely, offering him his card. Chan shakes his head, telling Jisung that he's got it. "You bought it last time. Let me do it, hyung."
"Fine, fine," Chan sighs and grabs the card from his hands.
After paying for the drinks, the two members move towards the pick-up counter. Both Chan and Jisung scroll through their phones as they wait for their drinks to be ready. Three loud knocks on the window startle the two members, and they look back to see you standing outside the café.
You wave at them before rushing into the coffee shop. "Hi, Chan! Hi Hanji!" You greet them with a quick hug.
Jisung's heart starts pounding in his chest, the scent of your perfume reaching his nose. "Hi," he whispers, wishing the hug you gave him lasted a smidge longer.
"I thought you were busy today," Chan mentions after greeting you.
"Yeah, I thought I was too," you scoff, rolling your eyes. The barista calls out Chan's name, and the brunette holds a finger up to stop you, turning to grab their drinks.
He hands Jisung his before the three of you walk out of the café. "So, what happened?" Chan asks.
The three of you walk down the street together, the two members slowly sucking down their drinks. "This fucking guy messaged me this morning and said that he couldn't make it," you inform him while crossing your arms over your chest.
"Really?" Chan groans, shaking his head. "I told you he wasn't good for you."
Jisung looks between the two of you, staying silent in the conversation. "I know, but I thought he'd be different," you sigh, tilting your head back.
The younger member's heart clenches in his chest at the sight of you. "Well, listen," Chan pipes up, snapping Jisung from his gaze. "We don't have anywhere to be for a couple of hours. Why don't we do some shopping?"
"I don't want to intrude," you mention to them, your eyes dancing between the two members.
"You're not," Jisung intervenes, holding a hand out. He smiles softly at you and tears his gaze from you, feeling his cheeks warm up. "I promise."
"Okay," you cave, grinning widely.
Chan and Jisung look at one another before returning their eyes to you. "Great!" Chan excitedly says, clapping his hands together. "Let me go call our driver. I'll be right back."
Jisung watches as Chan walks back into the coffee shop, not wanting the noisy streets to disrupt the phone call. You stand beside Jisung with your hands shoved into your pockets.
A part of you wishes you could talk to him more. You think he's a really cool guy, after all the stories Chan has told you. But, every time you get the chance, you get nervous.
"I'm sorry," Jisung says suddenly, getting you out of your head. You glance up at him as he keeps his gaze on the sidewalk. "About that guy ditching you. He's an idiot."
Your heart flutters in your chest, and you release a deep breath. "It's okay," you reassure him. "It's his loss."
He nods his head in agreement, taking a quick glance at you. "Definitely," Jisung chuckles before taking a sip of his coffee.
You make eye contact with one another, and both of you look away just as fast. You press your lips together as Chan rejoins you.
"Okay," he mentions, shoving his phone into his pocket, "Skijigi said he'll be here in five minutes."
"Are you sure you guys want to spend part of the day with me?" You ask the two of them while you wait.
Both Chan and Jisung scoff at your question, making your eyes widen. "We couldn't be more sure right, Hannie?" Chan nudges the member's shoulder.
"Right, for sure," Jisung agrees, running a hand through his hair.
A black SUV pulls up to the curb, and Chan walks to the vehicle first. He opens the back door before greeting the staff members inside. Jisung gets into the vehicle next, and you follow closely, sliding in afterward.
Your thigh brushes against Jisung's, and you swear you could combust right here. You place your hands in your lap as the two members start to look through their phones again.
You find yourself looking back and forth from Jisung to what's going on outside. The ride to the nearest shopping center, thankfully, doesn't take that long. You're not sure how much longer you can take being in close proximity.
Once the car parks outside of the large building, you quickly get out. You tuck some hair behind your ear as the other two get out after. Chan leads the three of you into the shopping mall, and you thank him while walking past him.
"You doing okay?" Chan asks as you walk around.
You hum and nod your head. "Yeah, I'm alright," you tell him while lifting your head.
"Han didn't offend you or anything while I was on the phone?" He questions, intentions of scolding his member in mind. "Because the two of you are acting a little strange."
"No, no, God no," you shake your head, resting a hand on Chan's arm. "He just… he makes me a little nervous."
A knowing smirk grows on Chan's lips as he glances towards Jisung. "He does? I didn't know that," he giggles, nudging you lightly.
You roll your eyes, and you shove him. "Shut up!" You laugh a little too loud, capturing Jisung's attention.
He eyes the two of you cautiously before looking forward again. The smile on your lips drops after noticing the sad look in his brown eyes.
"Don't tell him I told you this," Chan whispers into your ear as you all walk into a store, "but you make him nervous too."
Your breath hitches in your throat as you look back up at him. "I do?" You whisper.
"One hundred percent," he giggles.
From where you're standing, you can see Jisung looking through the men's section. Your hands are still on the clothes you're looking through when his eyes meet yours. You smile at him before looking back at the clothes.
"You two would be cute," Chan hums, teasing you lightly.
"I hate you," you laugh, shoving the older member away from you.
Chan giggles some more before walking away from you. You smile to yourself as you find an article of clothing you really like. It's a pair of baggy jeans, something you've been trying to get into recently.
"These are so cute," you whisper to yourself while toying with the price tag, checking it. A gasp leaves your lips, and you put them back, not being able to afford them right now.
"Whatcha looking at?" Jisung whispers, startling you from your thoughts.
You jump in your spot, taking a couple of steps to your right. Jisung smiles softly at you while glancing towards the pair of jeans.
"I found these jeans I like, but I just… can't afford them right now," you chuckle nervously, shuffling your hair.
"I'm sure Chan would get them for you," he mentions while checking them out as well.
You shake your head, and you begin to walk away. "I can't ask him to do that. I'll just wait on them," you tell him, motioning for him to follow.
Jisung watches you leave the store, meeting up with Chan. He makes sure you're distracted before grabbing the jeans you were admiring.
~
Hyunjin's hands cover your eyes as he leads you blindly into their dorm. Giggles leave your lips while you hold both of your hands out, making sure not to run into anything.
“Is this necessary?” You ask aloud, attempting to turn to look at Hyunjin.
“Yes! Hush now,” he says with a light huff. “On three, you can open your eyes.”
You nod your head, and Hyunjin begins to count down. As soon as he says one, your eyes open.
“Surprise!” The rest of the members stand in the kitchen, a cute cake sitting on the table.
Your jaw drops as your eyes instantly find Chan's, knowing it was his idea. He walks up to you first and brings you into his chest.
“Happy Birthday, Y/N,” Chan smiles, messing up your hair a bit.
A groan leaves your lips, and you playfully push him away from you. You fix your hair and thank them, leaning forward to blow the candle on the cake out.
“You guys didn't have to do this,” you mention while Jisung grabs a few gift bags.
He sets them on the coffee table, motioning for you to sit down. “We wanted to,” Jisung smiles at you and sits next to you.
Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, feeling really grateful to have friends like them. You thank the members before grabbing one of the gift bags.
The gifts begin to pile beside you, having one more gift left. “I still think you guys didn't need to buy me anything,” you chuckle while grabbing the small card, noticing that it's from Jisung.
“Well, Chan wouldn't let us be the gift,” Seungmin jokes, sitting on the arm of the chair.
Chan smacks the back of his head playfully, telling the younger member to shush. “You're an important person in our lives. You deserve to let us treat you,” Chan explains with a smile.
You smile widely while opening the card in your hands. You read the sweet message he wrote on it, finding yourself blushing a bit. You glance towards Jisung and see him holding out a medium-sized gift.
A quiet thank you comes from your lips, tucking the card back into the envelope. You grab the wrapped gift from him before gently opening it. “Jisung,” you gasp at the sight of the jeans you wanted.
“Happy Birthday,” he whispers loud enough for you to hear.
“Thank you again,” you smile at him, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.
His cheeks blush, and he looks down at his lap after you pull away. You pull the pair of jeans out from the gift box, showing the other members.
“Oh, those are so cute!” Hyunjin mentions while reaching for them. “Jisung, you bought this?”
Hyunjin's eyes dance towards the younger member. Jisung raises his head and clears his throat. “Y-Yeah, after noticing how much Y/N wanted them,” he explains, wondering how red his face is.
Your heart flutters in your chest as you look back at Jisung. “I love it,” you tell him, nudging his arm with yours.
“I'm glad,” he whispers to you again, moving to rest his hand on your leg.
“Boys,” Chan says, capturing everyone's attention. “Why don't we go get some wine to celebrate?”
The others start to agree, and you watch the seven of them walk towards the door to their apartment. Jisung stands up from the couch, and Chan stops him.
“Stay here and keep the birthday girl company,” he mentions with a smirk, causing Jisung's eyes to widen slightly.
You look between Jisung and Chan before chuckling softly. “They'll be back soon,” you reassure Jisung, patting the seat next to you.
He sits back down beside you as the front door shuts. Silence fills the apartment, and you start to gather your gifts in one pile, picking up the wrapping paper.
“You like what you got?” Jisung asks after a few minutes, his eyes on you.
You nod your head while sitting back down, patting his thigh gently. “I do. I appreciate you guys so much,” you mention with a sigh. You rest your head against the back of the couch, admiring his side profile. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” he says, turning his head towards you.
“Did you buy the jeans when we went shopping? Is that why you took so long?” You question.
He nods his head in answer, adjusting his seating position. “You looked so defeated when you saw the price. I just wanted to make you happy,” Jisung explains, his boba eyes meeting yours.
“You make me so happy,” you sigh, reaching a hand out to comb it through his hair.
“Really?”
You nod your head and glide your hand down to his cheek. You stroke the supple skin before leaning in. You can hear his breath hitch in his throat, and your heart beats wildly against your chest.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” You ask him, not wanting him to be uncomfortable.
“God, please,” he mumbles.
You giggle and connect your lips with his. A groan comes from him as he immediately kisses you back. The kiss doesn't last for long, Jisung pulling back after a minute or so.
“I like you a lot,” he rambles, resting his forehead on yours.
“I couldn't have guessed,” you tease him, giggling before kissing the tip of his nose. He scoffs playfully, pushing you lightly. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him back towards you. “I like you too, Han Jisung. So, so, so much.”
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You tap your fingers against the kitchen table as you wait for your best friend to arrive. The food you ordered is beginning to get cold, a frown etching onto your lips. You release a sigh and reach for your phone, checking for any messages from Chan.
“This is getting ridiculous,” you mumble to yourself after seeing no texts from him. You press your lips together before deciding to put the food away.
For the past three weeks, you've been desperately trying to hang out with Chan. And every time you plan something, it never works out.
After putting the food you bought for Chan away, you grab your tray of sushi before heading into the living room. You get comfortable on the couch and slip your phone out of your pocket.
You pull up Felix's contact and press the call button. You put it on speaker phone, listening to the ringing while stuffing a piece of sushi into your mouth.
“Hey, Y/N,” Felix greets you, hearing the cheeriness in his voice.
“Hi, Lixie,” you chuckle while setting your food down. “Can I ask you something?”
You can hear him shuffling around on the other end, waiting for him to answer. “Yeah, of course. What's up?” Felix asks as the background noise on his end stops.
“Do you happen to know what's been going on with Chan?” You question, casting your gaze to the floor. Before Felix is able to answer, you continue your rant. “I've been trying to hang out with him for three weeks, and he hasn't shown up to a single one. I'm just… worried that I've done something to upset him.”
Felix sighs, and you can feel your heart pound against your chest. “It's not my place to say,” he ends up telling you.
Your chest clenches at his answer, and you swallow the lump in your throat. “Okay,” you whisper, clearing your throat.
“Just know that it's nothing to do with you, okay? Channie adores you,” Felix reassures you.
Tears pool in your eyes as you try to believe what he's telling you. “Thanks anyway, Felix. I'll talk to you later,” you mention before bidding him goodbye.
You set your phone down and grab your sushi again, eating in silence. A couple of tears slip down your cheeks while you're eating. You furiously wipe them away and glance towards your phone.
You finish your tray of sushi, humming in delight before setting the empty dish onto the coffee table. You pick up your phone again and try to call Chan.
The phone rings and rings. Your breath hitches in your throat when he answers. “Y/N, hey, I'm a little busy --”
“You've been busy for a month, Chan,” you cut him off, your lip trembling. You sniffle, and you wipe the tip of your nose. “I-If you don't want to be friends anymore. I would prefer it if you told me.”
“Woah, woah, baby,” Chan’s pet name he calls you comes through the receiver, making your heart jump. “I don't not want to be friends anymore. I'm sorry I haven't really been around.”
“I just want an explanation, Channie,” you whisper into the phone, tucking some hair behind your ear.
Chan sighs as you wait for him to say something. “I'll explain everything soon, okay? I promise,” he tells you, causing you to scoff.
You shake your head, standing up from your spot. “You know what? Forget it,” you tell him before hanging up. You toss your phone onto the couch, gently biting the inside of your lip.
After taking a minute to calm yourself down, you grab your trash from the coffee table and bring it into the kitchen. You clean up your mess, and you try to distract yourself from what just happened.
~
It's been two weeks since the incident with Chan, and you've made no attempt to reach out to him. If he's not going to put any effort into your friendship, then you're not going to either.
Hyunjin walks you back to your apartment, balancing the various shopping bags in your hands. “Thanks for coming with me today,” you smile at him, appreciating the company.
He takes the bags from you, noticing your struggle to grab your apartment keys. You thank him and rummage through your purse, grabbing your keys.
“It's not a problem, Y/N. We haven't hung out in a while,” Hyunjin mentions while shrugging his shoulders.
His words remind you of your situation with Chan, making the smile slip from your lips. “At least you've made the effort,” you say bitterly, unlocking your door.
You take your bags from Hyunjin and walk into your apartment. He follows closely behind you, shutting the door behind him. “I know you don't want to hear this, but Chan's got a reason for all of this,” he defends his friend, plopping himself on your couch.
“What reason could he provide?” You ask him, slapping your hands against your thighs. “He's had over a month to explain, and he hasn't. Clearly, I'm not that important to him.”
Hyunjin sighs and holds a hand out to you. You take his hand in yours, and he squeezes it gently before making you sit beside him. “It's not my place to tell, but I want you to promise me to hear him out when he decides to explain, okay?” He shakes your hand in his, his thumb stroking the back of your palm. “Promise me.”
You stare into his eyes for about a minute, internally debating on whether it'd be worth it or not. A sigh leaves your lips, and you nod your head yes. “I promise,” you whisper, giving Hyunjin a small smile.
A knock on your door makes both of you turn your heads. Your eyebrows furrow as you're not expecting anyone to drop by. You and Hyunjin stand up before walking towards your apartment door.
“I should get going. I'll see you later, alright?” He pats your shoulder while opening the door.
Chan stands on the other side with a bouquet in his hands. His eyes widen, and he takes a step back as Hyunjin leaves. His younger member pats him as well before leaving the two of you alone.
“Hi,” he greets you with a soft smile, holding out the roses. “I, uhm, I got you these.”
Your cheeks blush, grabbing the bouquet from his hands. “T-Thank you,” you clear your throat. Silence fills the space between you as you keep your gaze on the flowers.
“I'm sorry,” Chan pipes up, making you lift your head. He scratches the back of his neck, and you notice the nervousness in his eyes. “I should've told you what's been going on.”
“Chan,” you sigh, combing your fingers through your hair. “I don't want to talk about this. I know we're best friends, and you have every right to keep secrets from me-”
The brunette pushes his way into your apartment, shutting the door behind him before resting his hands on your arms. “Y/N, please listen to me,” he begs, squeezing your biceps. “I know I've been a shitty friend, but I promise that what I've been doing has a point.”
You bite your lip, peeling some of the dry skin off of it, and nod for him to continue. You lead Chan into your kitchen, setting the roses he bought into a vase.
“I've been working extra to build up some money,” Chan starts while leaning against the counter. You furrow your brows in confusion, and he grabs a hold of your hand quickly. “Not from the job I have now, but something else.”
“Is it illegal?” You whisper, your anger towards him turning into worry.
His eyes drop to your conjoined hands, feeling him squeeze it. “It's not drugs or anything,” he clears up, which makes you feel a little better. “But, it's still illegal.”
“Can you stop being so cryptic?” You ask him, taking a step towards him. “You're making me worried.”
Chan laughs and nods his head. “Why don't I show you? I promise you that it's not totally bad,” he offers, tugging you towards your door.
“Fine,” you cave in, allowing the man to drag you out of your apartment.
~
Your eyes widen when Chan pulls into a filled parking lot. Many sports cars are on display as groups of people are huddled around each one. “Well, this explains why he has a sports car,” You think to yourself.
“This is what you've been doing?” You ask him as he parks in a spot. “Street racing?”
Chan nods his head while turning the vehicle off. He keeps his neon lights on before turning to look at you. “Yeah. This is where I've been. Uhm, I've been competing in these races, and I'm pretty good,” he chuckles nervously. “If you win, they give you a cash prize of three hundred thousand.”
“Holy shit,” you mumble loud enough for him to hear.
“I wanted to get enough to take you on a trip,” he confesses to you and his cheeks blush, glad that it's dark outside.
Your breath hitches in your throat, staring into his dark eyes. “Really?” You whisper, your heart pounding against your chest.
Chan reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers together. “Yeah,” he mumbles while stroking the back of your hand. “I wanted to take you to Jeju Island and confess my feelings for you.”
A gasp leaves your lips, your free hand covering your mouth. “Channie,” you tear up, squeezing his hand. “Oh, God. I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have acted the way I did.”
“It's okay. You reacted in a way that anyone else would've. Especially after I abandoned our hangouts. I should've told you sooner, but I really wanted to surprise you,” he mentions, pressing a kiss to your conjoined hands.
You reach your hand out, resting it on Chan's cheek. His gaze meets yours, and you see the admiration in his eyes. You smile softly before leaning in to kiss his lips. Your thumb strokes his cheekbone as he kisses you back, deepening it instantly.
“I love you,” he whispers against your lips after pulling back slightly. “I'm sorry.”
You shake your head, bringing your hand to his hair. “It's okay. It's behind us now,” you reassure him, resting your forehead on his. “I love you too, Channie.”
He smiles ear to ear, laying one more kiss on you before speaking again. “This is the last race I need to win. You wanna be my good luck charm?” He asks you, his smile turning into a smirk.
You blush at his words but nod your head nonetheless. “Of course I do. But, you don't need a good luck charm if you've already won the others,” you tease, biting your bottom lip.
“Well, maybe I'll need you for this one.”
Chan pulls his vehicle up to the starting line, revving his engine a couple of times. A part of you is extremely nervous since you've never experienced a street race before.
His hand finds a place on your thigh before he gently grips it. “It'll be okay. You'll be safe,” he mentions.
You nod your head as a woman moves in front of the line of seven vehicles. Your hand grips the bar above the passenger door so hard that your knuckles are turning white.
The woman raises the green flag and waits a couple of seconds before dropping it. Chan shifts the gear stick and floors it. A short scream leaves your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut.
You can hear him chuckle beside you as he races the others around him. “You can open your eyes,” he tells you before drifting around a corner.
“Nope!” You squeal as you hold onto the bar tighter.
Chan continues to laugh as he speeds down the semi-empty streets of Seoul. You peek one eye open, and you notice no one in front of you. You release a deep breath and look behind you to see two vehicles not far behind.
“We're really in first?” You ask him, looking over at him.
“Of course,” he smirks, winking at you.
You playfully roll your eyes at how cocky he sounds, lightly slapping his arm. It doesn't take long for Chan to cross the finish line, and he instantly slows down after.
In celebration, Chan does a couple of donuts, and it causes you to release a scream. He laughs and drives into the parking lot, parking the vehicle.
Both of you pile out of the car as people begin to congratulate him. You giggle while watching him bro hug other racers. You walk towards the driver's side of the vehicle, people moving back so you can get through.
Chan smiles at you before picking you up in his arms. Both of you chuckle as he spins you around. Your arms wrap around his neck, dipping down to passionately kiss him.
Cheers and hollers become louder around the two of you. You pull away after thirty seconds, grinning widely. “I'm proud of you,” you whisper to him.
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so, the clip from the intro: recording where chan first gets to the studio is so attractive to me for some reason 🫢 then i had the idea to write a fic on it, and 3.3k words later... we have this! i do hope you like it 🩷
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You knock on the door to the studio, waiting for your younger brother to open it. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, looking around the empty hallway as you wait.
“Changbin?” You call out his name, knocking softly once again.
The door opens up instantly after, a light smile gracing your lips. “Noona, what are you doing here?” He asks you, opening the door further so you can walk inside.
“I can't come see my successful baby brother?” You ask him with a scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.
He blushes at your compliment before playfully punching your arm. “Don't do that in front of the staff. You know I get shy,” Changbin groans, puffing his chest out to look tough.
“Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Seo,” you laugh, plopping yourself down on the leather couch. Your brother giggles as well before sitting back in the office chair.
You pull your phone out of your pocket, resting your elbow against the arm of the couch. You scroll through one of your social media apps as he finishes up with Seungmin.
Changbin turns in his chair to look at you after he's finished with the vocalist. “You still haven't told me why you're here,” he mentions, and you lift your head up. “Not that I don't want you here.”
“I got stood up last night,” you tell him with a deep sigh, feeling yourself becoming upset.
“Are you serious?! Who in their right mind would stand you up?” Changbin clicks his tongue with a shake of his head.
You shrug your shoulders, a fake laugh coming from you. “Apparently a lot of people would,” you shuffle in your seat, tucking a leg under the other.
Changbin scoots his chair closer to you and places a hand on your knee. “I'm sorry, Y/N. You don't deserve that,” he frowns, squeezing your knee in reassurance.
“It's okay. Maybe it's the universe telling me that I'm not ready to date,” you mention, leaning back against the cushion.
Before your brother has the chance to say anything, the door to the studio opens. You turn your head, finding the eyes of a man wearing a black mask.
His dark eyes meet yours, and you quickly divert your gaze. He places a water bottle on the coffee table, looking between you and Changbin. “Who's this?” He asks, jabbing his thumb in your direction.
Your heart races at the sound of his voice, low-key, hoping he'll take his mask off. You tap your fingers against your leg, watching the taller member sit in another office chair.
“This is my noona, Y/N,” Changbin introduces you. You find the mysterious man's gaze again before providing a tiny wave of your hand. “Noona, this is Chan.”
“Ah! You're the infamous Chan oppa I'm always hearing about,” you chuckle before holding your hand out to him. “It's nice to meet you.”
Chan bows his head and shakes your hand. You can feel the tingles of his touch spreading through your fingers. “Nice to meet you too,” he says, pulling his hand back.
Changbin moves back towards the desk, pressing the red button to talk to Seungmin inside the booth. “Mr. Australia is here,” he tells him before moving to sit beside you.
You notice Chan giving you a hesitant look, knowing that he's politely trying to get you to leave. You smile at him before landing a slap on Changbin's thigh, gaining his attention.
“I'm going to head out, alright? Leave you guys to work your magic,” you chuckle while standing up, stretching lightly.
“You don't have to leave!” He mentions and tries to convince Chan with his eyes. “Right? She's my sister.”
A sigh comes from Chan, and he turns to face the computer screens. “No, no, it's okay. Just give me a call whenever you're done, Binnie,” you reassure him that you'll be fine.
He nods his head and brings you into a hug, tightly squeezing you. A groan leaves your lips as your little brother almost crushes the life out of you.
“I'll talk to you later,” you smile at Changbin, ruffling his hair.
You walk out of the studio quietly, not wanting to interrupt Chan working with Seungmin. You look through the small window before walking away, admiring Chan from the back.
You bite your lip and start walking towards the elevators, hoping you'll see him again soon.
~
You can feel the excitement coursing through your veins as you walk down the hall of your brother's apartment building. It's been a couple of weeks since you stopped by their recording session. A couple of days ago, Changbin texted you asking if you wanted to have dinner with him and his members, which you couldn't pass up.
Before you're able to knock on the door, it opens up. Your breath hitches in your throat when you come face to face with the man you've been wanting to see again.
“Hi,” you breathe out, looking into Chan's brown eyes. “I'm sorry for intruding.”
He shakes his head and smiles at you. “No, it's okay! Come in. Changbin is in the living room,” Chan reassures you, stepping to the side to allow you inside.
You feel a little relieved, thankful that he's less intimidating in a non-work setting. You thank him and step inside, slipping your shoes off. Chan shuts the door behind you, slipping past you while dragging his fingers across your lower back.
Your cheek warmth at the touch of his hand before walking towards where Changbin is sitting. His eyes meet yours, a smile coming to his lips.
“Finally, you're here,” your brother teases while getting up from his spot.
A groan leaves your lips, and you playfully punch his arm. Changbin cries out and rubs the spot you hit. “Oh, come on! That didn't hurt,” you laugh as the other members fill the room.
Changbin smirks before quickly putting you in a headlock. You scream, gripping the member’s forearm. “Noona, I may be your little brother, but I'm stronger,” he laughs after releasing you.
You giggle and shake your head. You've missed hanging out with him. Chan walks back into the living room after helping Minho with dinner. Your eyes follow his figure through the room, not believing how breathtaking he is.
When Chan disappears down the hallway, you snap yourself back to reality. You quickly glance at the other members, hoping that no one caught you blatantly staring.
Changbin nudges your arm, making you look at him. You notice the smirk on his face, and you release an embarrassed chuckle. He leans in to whisper into your ear. “You got a thing for our leader, noona?”
You scoff, playing it off. “No, no, of course not,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.
Just before Changbin can say anything else, Chan walks back through the living room. His eyes find yours as he's heading into the kitchen, smiling kindly.
“You're such a liar,” your little brother laughs, shoving you lightly.
“I am not!” You counter, moving to sit on one of the couches.
You sit down beside Felix, mumbling a quick greeting to him. He smiles back at you and ruffles your hair a bit.
“How come I'm older, but you guys are treating me like I'm younger,” you complain, fixing your hair with a laugh.
Changbin pats your shoulders as he walks past you. “Because you're young at heart, noona!” He says truthfully, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?”
You nod your head, and Changbin disappears into the kitchen to grab something. You bring your attention to the other five members, all of them scrolling through their phones.
“You guys are a lively bunch,” you chuckle, looking at each member for a few seconds.
Seungmin laughs and locks his phone. “You didn't know?” He jokes with you, combing a hand through his hair.
“Changbin must've failed to mention it,” you giggle while adjusting your position on the couch.
You're too busy joking with Seungmin to notice Chan walk towards you with a glass of water in his hands. “Here, Y/N,” he mentions loud enough for you to hear.
You snap your head up, and you meet Chan's gaze. Your brain malfunctions just a smidge before moving quickly to grab the full glass. A gasp slips out as you get water all over yourself.
“Shit,” you mumble, and Chan grabs the glass from your hand. Your heart hammers in your chest as you feel all of their eyes on you. “I-I, excuse me.”
You rush out of the living room and towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Thrusting your head back, you release a groan at the pain in the back of your head.
“So embarrassing,” you tell yourself while shaking your head.
You look into the mirror, seeing the large wet spot in your shirt. You can probably convince Changbin to give you a new shirt. You move to open the bathroom door, jumping a bit as Chan stands on the other side.
Your eyes widen, both of you seeming frozen in place. “Chan, I'm so sorry about spilling the water,” you apologize after a few seconds of silence.
“It's okay, Y/N, really,” he giggles before handing you the article of clothing. “I brought this for you. I can throw your shirt in the dryer.”
“Thank you,” you whisper and take the black hoodie from his hands. Your heart jumps in your chest when his fingers brush against yours.
He smiles and nods, leaving you to change. You slowly close the bathroom door again, bringing the hoodie to your face. Your eyes flutter shut while inhaling the smell of it.
You kick your feet a bit and change out of your shirt. You throw the hoodie over your head, smiling at the warmth of it. You shove your hands into the pocket before walking out of the bathroom.
Chan meets you at the end of the hall, taking your shirt from you. You thank him again as his eyes roam down your figure. You feel yourself becoming shy under his gaze.
“Y/N! I made you a plate,” Changbin calls out to you, walking up to you and Chan.
“Thanks, Changbinnie,” you tell him, tearing your gaze away from the older member.
Chan disappears again, tossing your shirt into the dryer for you. Changbin realizes you're wearing one of Chan's hoodies as both of you head towards the kitchen.
“Nice hoodie,” he wiggles his eyebrows, giggles leaving his lips.
“I am going to punch you so hard,” you laugh, shaking your head.
Changbin rubs your back as he leads you to the table. You sit down in the chair before digging into the meal Minho cooked. “Thank you for the meal, Min,” you tell him just before stuffing your face, humming in delight at the taste.
~
You balance the takeout boxes in your hands as you walk towards the studio your brother's in. Changbin sent you the track they've been working on, feeling really proud of it. So, being the amazing sister you are, you decided to buy them lunch.
After reaching the studio they're in, you knock on the door quickly. “One minute,” a voice from inside calls out.
The door opens up, and Chan stands in front of you. Your breath hitches in your throat at the outfit he's sporting. You've only seen the man wear black, so seeing him in light wash jeans makes you feel something.
“Hi, Y/N,” he chuckles, opening the door wider to let you in.
You clear your throat and greet him with a smile. “Is Changbin here? I bought lunch for you guys in congratulations on the banger you made,” you chuckle, setting the takeout onto the coffee table.
“Ah, I'm currently the only one here. Changbin's not coming until almost three-thirty,” he says while checking his watch.
Your cheeks blush at the two hour gap, wondering if you'll be intruding. “I see,” you giggle embarrassingly. “I can leave you some food and come back later. I don't want to be a bother.”
Chan shakes his head while holding his hands out. “No, you're fine! You can stay here, I don't mind,” he mentions with a warm grin.
“Are you sure?” You ask him, watching the member grab some of the food you brought.
“Of course. Sit, please,” he motions to the couch.
You nod, sitting down on the couch. You watch Chan as he sits in the spot beside you, handing you a pair of chopsticks. You take the wooden utensils from him as he hands you an assortment of sushi.
“I love sushi,” he comments before eating one of the rolls. You giggle and agree with him, shoving one past your lips. Both of you hum in delight, more giggles escaping at the sight of Chan waving his hands excitedly.
“You're so cute,” you whisper, shaking your head. You eat another piece of sushi, releasing another groan of delight. “God, these are delicious.”
Chan looks at you with wide eyes, hearing you call him cute. “You think I'm cute?” He asks you in a quiet voice, his chopsticks paused over the row of sushi.
You almost choke on your food, placing a hand on your chest. Chan sets the chopsticks down and gently pats your back. “S-Sorry, your question caught me off guard,” you chuckle nervously. His hand continues to rub your back, and you release a sigh.
You turn in your seat, facing the handsome leader. You place your chopsticks on a napkin, giving him your full attention. Your heart starts to pound against your chest, looking down at your lap.
“I think you're so fucking cute,” you confess to him, fiddling with your fingers.
“Really?” He breathes out, leaning back on the couch.
Your cheeks blush, his dark eyes burning a hole in the side of your head. “Y-Yeah, I mean, have you looked at yourself?” You ask him in disbelief.
Chan wipes his hands on his jeans and clears his throat. “To me, I don't believe I'm that good-looking.”
“That's criminal!” You exclaim, moving your body forward to rest your hands on his thighs. The older member blushes at your touch, his eyes dancing between your face and hands. “I think you're so fucking handsome, Chan.”
His ears burn with shyness, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Well, I think you're absolutely beautiful,” Chan whispers to you, returning the compliment. Silence fills the space between you, both of you feeling really shy. “Hey, do you wanna see what I'm like in the booth?”
“Oh? I get a front row showing to Mr. Bang Chan's recording session?” You ask with a laugh, feeling honored that he'll show you.
“One time offer,” Chan smirks, standing up from his spot.
You look up at him and grin ear to ear. “I'll take you up on it,” you tell him before motioning towards the sound booth.
He giggles and nods his head, holding out a hand for you to grab. You can't stop yourself from giggling as you place your hand in his. Chan helps you up and leads you towards the box with the red button.
“Sit here,” he says while rolling the computer chair to you. You sit in the chair and watch as he gets things ready to set up.
“You do this with all the pretty ladies?” You ask him as he clicks away on the computer.
Chan scoffs and brings his gaze to you, a smirk coming to his lips. “Are you kidding? Changbin hasn't told you that I have no social life?” He laughs and looks back at the screen, pulling up the song he wants to record.
You giggle, gently biting your lip. “He mentioned you worked a lot. None of the women you work with suits you?” You joke with him, scooting closer to watch what he's doing.
“No, no. They're all older than me and married. Plus, after meeting you… I don't want to look at other women,” he flirts with you, causing your cheeks to burn.
“Wow, the rizz is there,” you tell him, gripping the edge of the office chair.
He giggles some more and brings one of your hands to the mouse. “Okay, so you'll press this red button to talk to me. And, when I give you a thumbs up, I need you to click play,” he explains the gist of it, looking at you to make sure you understand.
Chan gives you two thumbs up after you confirm your understanding. He pets your hair before making his way into the recording booth. You watch him place the headphones on before you press the button.
“Can you hear me?” You ask, leaning forward a smidge like it's a microphone.
He chuckles and nods his head, looking at you through the window. “I can. You don't need to lean forward like that,” Chan tells you with a large smile.
“Oh, oops,” you chuckle and look through the window. “I'm ready when you are, Channie.”
His heart flutters at the nickname, and he raises his hand to give you a thumbs up. You glance back at the computer and press the play button. He starts singing, and you swear that you begin to melt.
“Woah,” you whisper to yourself, loving the way he sounds. Chan raises his thumb again, and you pause the track before pressing the red button. “I knew you had a good singing voice, but wow.”
He hides his face into his hands, almost squealing. You smile fondly at him as he takes the headphones off. You release the button when Chan walks out of the booth.
“You really think so?”
You stand up from your chair while nodding your head in response. You pick the lint from the shirt he's wearing. “I do, I really do,” you mumble loud enough for him to hear, looking up at him through your lashes.
His eyes meet yours, and the two of you subconsciously drift closer. Chan's nose brushes yours, making your eyes slowly shut. He brings one hand to your cheek, stroking the supple skin gently.
A pant escapes your lips as his face gets closer and closer. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Chan asks politely, pulling back a smidge to look into your eyes.
“Y-Yes, please,” you almost whimper, gripping his t-shirt.
Chan smiles and leans back in, connecting your lips with his. Your hands move to the base of his neck, your fingers playing with his hair. You kiss him back with the same amount of passion as he tilts his head to the side.
“Chan hyung, have you heard from Y/N?” Changbin asks while stepping into the studio. His eyes widen as he catches the two of you making out. “Never mind.”
You pull back from Chan, pushing him a little bit so he's not too close. “Bin!” You almost shout, growing nervous as your younger brother is practically frozen.
“Do not hurt her,” Changbin tells his leader, crossing his buff arms over his chest.
“I would never,” Chan reassures him, moving away from you to pat the younger member's arm. “She brought food. Help yourself.”
Changbin's eyes light up as he follows Chan's finger, which is pointing at the takeout. “Noona, thank you! You're allowed to date Chan,” he states before rushing over to the couch.
Both you and Chan laugh at his statement, causing you to shake your head. Chan hooks a finger beneath your jaw, bringing you back in for another kiss.
“Yah, yah,” Changbin groans, covering his eyes. “Just because I'm okay with it doesn't mean you can do that in front of me.”
You rub your hands on Chan's pecs, landing one last smooch. “I'll let you guys work. I'll call you later?” You mention to Chan, standing on your toes.
“I'll call you,” he whispers with a lovesick smile.
this man needs to chill because i can only take so much 😭 ngl, this is probably the most i've written in a while, and i'm really glad to provide some cute fics for you guys 🩷 i hope you like it!
feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰
“Do you have everything?” Chan asks you while unloading the rental car.
You take a peek into the back seat of the car, making sure both of you had everything. “I don't see anything,” you reassure him.
Chan walks towards your mother's house, presents stacked in his hands. You gently rub his back as you walk up the steps. You knock a couple of times before opening the door, announcing your presence.
“My baby's home!” Your mother's voice reaches your ears, causing you to grin ear to ear.
You give her a quick hug before making sure Chan gets into the house okay. You shut the front door behind him and rest a hand on his forearm.
“Do you need help with anything?” You ask him, moving to grab a couple of the gifts.
“I got it, baby,” he reassures you with a head shake. He leans down to press a quick kiss on your lips before walking over towards the Christmas tree.
You giggle to yourself, gently biting your lip after he walks away. Your mother nudges your arm, snapping you from your thoughts. You lift your head to look at her, seeing a smirk on her lips.
“When's the wedding?” She jokes with you.
A groan leaves your lips as you start to feel embarrassed. “Not for a little while,” you tell her with a shy laugh. Your gaze finds Chan, silently watching him distribute the presents. “I don't even know if he wants to marry me.”
She lets out a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest. “Honey, that boy is infatuated with you. He'd be crazy not to marry you.”
“We'll see where life takes us,” you mention, the smile on your lips growing when you meet your boyfriend's eyes.
“I want to be the first one to know if he does propose,” your mother whispers into your ear as she walks by, joining everyone in the kitchen.
You playfully roll your eyes, keeping yourself from blushing. Chan gives the older woman a quick hug as she walks by before making his way back to you.
“What were you two chuckling about?” He asks, tapping his fingertip on the tip of your nose.
“Just girl stuff,” you vaguely lie, leaning on your toes to kiss his lips. Chan hums into the kiss, his hands grabbing a hold of yours.
He mumbles a quick, "I love you," against your lips, planting one more kiss before fully pulling away. “Why don't we go say hi to everyone,” Chan mentions, squeezing your hands in his.
You nod your head and lead him into your kitchen. You greet the rest of your family, giving them hugs and kisses. You make grabbing hands at the toddler in your big sister's arms.
“Hi, baby boy,” you squeal, holding the one and half year old baby. He smiles at you, bringing his tiny hand to your cheek. “You're getting so big!”
You rest the baby on your hip, lightly bouncing him in your arms. Ji-ho squeals and kicks his little legs into your side. You release a little cry and point at the little man.
“Watch your feet, mister! You're gonna hurt Auntie,” you chuckle, adjusting his legs so they're sitting comfortably.
“He loves to kick,” your sister mentions, walking over to her son. “I forgot to tell you.”
You playfully scoff as she pinches the boy's cheeks. “That would've been some crucial information, Joon,” you tell her with a smile.
Chan moves to stand behind you, and you can hear him coo at Ji-ho. You glance over your shoulder, watching him smile at your nephew. His dimples are present, and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest.
“Do you want to hold him?” You ask him, turning to face him.
Your boyfriend's gaze moves from you to your older sister. “Would that be okay?” He asks her politely.
“Of course!”
Chan takes the baby from you, lifting him higher for a quick second before resting him on his hip. “Hi, buddy,” he whispers in his baby voice, tickling his stomach.
Ji-ho squeals again, more giggles coming from the baby's lips. He rests his head on Chan's shoulder, his tiny hands gripping his shirt. Your heart feels like it's swelling even larger as you witness your boyfriend interacting with him.
You pull your phone out and snap a couple of photos. He'd make such a great dad… You think to yourself as Chan starts walking around the kitchen with Ji-ho.
Your mother pats your back gently, snapping you from your thoughts. She gives you a knowing smile before nodding her head towards Chan.
“Baby,” you call out to him, capturing his attention. You motion your head towards the hallway. Your sister takes Ji-ho from him as you excuse the two of you.
Chan slips his arms around your waist as you walk down the hallway. You rest your hands on top of his, and you feel like your heart's going to fly out of your chest.
“Everything okay?” He whispers into your ear while stepping into your childhood bedroom.
You nod your head and gently shut the door. His eyes dance between you and the bedroom door. You take a couple of steps towards the taller man, resting your hands on his cheeks.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” You ask in a whisper, gently stroking his cheek.
“Of course,” he whispers back to you, placing his hands on your hips. “What's this ab-”
You cut him off by leaning on your toes, kissing his lips. A moan leaves his lips while his grip on you tightens. One of your arms wraps around his neck as you deepen the kiss.
Chan pulls away from you abruptly, and you attempt to chase his lips, not having enough. “Baby, baby,” he mumbles, moving his hands to your arms. “What's gotten into you?”
You feel embarrassed at how needy you are, but seeing him with a baby has made you a little feral. He gently rubs your arms as you find yourself looking at the carpet.
“I might have baby fever,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear.
He giggles and bends down a little to look in your eyes. “Oh yeah?” He smiles at you, bringing one of his hands to your cheek.
You can feel your cheeks begin to blush, and you push him playfully. “You know what? I hate you,” you laugh, moving past him to lay on your bed.
Chan laughs with you and lays down beside you. “I love you too, baby,” he grins ear to ear before kissing your forehead. He peppers more kisses all over your face. “So, you want a baby?”
A groan leaves your lips after hearing his question. “Not right now, obviously,” you tell him, finding his hand before lacing your fingers together. “But, in the future, I'd like to have a family with you.”
His lips find yours and he kisses you passionately. Your free hand grips the sweater he's wearing, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.
Chan pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. “I would love to have a family with you, baby.”
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“Yeji, what are you doing here?” You ask her with furrowed brows, opening your apartment door wider.
She gives you a pout and crosses her arms over her chest. “You haven't been answering my messages.”
“I'm sorry,” you apologize, dropping your gaze to the carpet. A sigh leaves your lips, and you invite your friend into the apartment. “It's been a little bit of a wild ride.”
You close the door after Yeji walks in, turning to face her. “What's been going on? I tried calling Eun-woo, but he's not answering me either,” she mentions, taking a step forward to grab your hand.
“He won't answer you because he dumped me,” you say after a minute of silence. You clear your throat afterward, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling.
“What!?” Yeji practically yells, causing you to jump. She quickly apologizes and brings you into a hug. “I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me?”
You keep quiet, trying not to let yourself think about how it went down again. You rest your forehead on her shoulder, taking deep breaths as she rubs your back.
“It was pretty messy,” you mumble while pulling back from her. “So, I've been distracting myself from thinking about it. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I haven't really spoken to anyone since it happened.”
Yeji frowns at you, wiping the stray tears off your cheeks. “Well, I'm here now,” she tries to get you to smile, gently pinching your cheek. “Come with me tonight.”
“Yeji,” you sigh, not really in the mood to go out. “I don't want to go out to some bar.”
She chuckles, and she shakes her head at you. “I'm not going to a bar! I'm meeting Chan and one of his friends. You should come,” she nudges your arm.
“Oh, I don't know. I'm kind of a hot mess currently,” you mention while rubbing the back of your neck.
“You look beautiful, honey,” she reassures you before swiftly moving further into your apartment.
You watch as she heads into your room, grabbing a hoodie from your bed. She tosses the article of clothing at you before ushering you towards your shoe closet.
“We won't be out for too long. Come and relax with us,” she pets your hair, wanting you to get out of your apartment.
You fumble with the hoodie in your hands, thinking over her offer. I guess it'd be wise to get some air. You think to yourself and throw the hoodie on.
“I'll go,” you give in, slipping your arms into the hoodie sleeves. The warmth of it makes you smile a little before you move to get a pair of shoes.
Yeji squeals and claps her hands. A giggle leaves your lips as you quickly slip on the shoes you chose. The two of you walk out of your apartment building together, arms linked.
The car ride lasts almost half an hour, and you furrow your brows as Yeji pulls into a parking lot loaded with cars. “Where are we?” You ask her, glancing towards the younger girl.
“Chan's racing tonight. Come on,” she mentions, parking the vehicle before getting out.
You're so confused as you slowly unbuckle your seatbelt. You open the passenger door, watching Yejj run up to Chan. You look away from them, still feeling burned from your failed relationship.
You shut the door and begin to aimlessly walk around. You didn't know people were street racing here. “Isn't it illegal?” You ask yourself quietly, not wanting others to hear.
Your eyes come across a navy blue sports car, finding so much beauty in the color. You find yourself walking towards the vehicle, not noticing the blonde sitting on the hood of it.
“Wow,” you mumble to yourself, admiring the bodywork. The light blue neon underneath makes it look prettier, too.
“She's a beauty, right?” A deep voice startles you, snapping you from your thoughts.
You stand up straight and glance towards the voice. You blush at the man's beauty, noticing the freckles decorating his cheeks. “Y-Yeah, she is,” you stumble over your words, tearing your gaze away.
The blonde holds his hand out and introduces himself to you. “I'm Felix,” he says with a smile.
“Hi, Felix,” you giggle, shaking his hand. “I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you.”
“Do you race?” He asks you while leaning against his vehicle again.
Your eyes widen, and you start shaking your head. “Oh, no, no. I came with a friend of mine,” you tell him shyly, tucking some hair behind your ear.
Felix lets out a quiet, “ah,” while nodding his head. “Who's your friend?” He questions while looking around the group of people.
You follow his gaze to the semi-large crows, seeing Yeji and Chan cuddled with one another on the hood of his vehicle. You provide a bittersweet smile and point in their direction.
“I came with Yeji. She's with her boyfriend over there,” you inform him.
“Oh! You're the friend she's mentioned?!” He asks you, a large grin on his plump lips. Your eyes widen, not realizing that Yeji's talked about you to this gorgeous gorgeous man.
You look away from him, feeling shy under his gaze. “I-I guess so, yeah,” you chuckle nervously.
He smiles at you and motions for you to follow him, leading you towards your friend. “She never mentioned that you're so pretty,” Felix giggles, bringing a hand to his neck.
“Me? Felix, you're so breathtaking compared to me,” you let the compliment slip, keeping your eyes on the ground.
His cheeks blush at your words, shoving both of his hands into his pockets. “Breathtaking? I wouldn't go that far,” he mumbles loud enough for you to hear.
You lift your head and stop moving. Felix notices instantly and stops as well, moving to stand directly in front of you. “You don't think you're breathtaking?” You ask him in disbelief.
“Uh, n-no, I don't,” he says shyly, and you watch him press two fingers against his pulse point.
You reach into the pocket of your hoodie and take your phone out. You open your camera app and take a photo of him. Felix doesn't have time to question you as you immediately show him the result of it.
“Look at yourself. You're so fucking gorgeous that I find it hard to believe you're real,” you begin to ramble, turning the phone back to you and admire his features.
“I- Uhm, th-thank you. I still think you're really pretty,” he shifts the compliment back to you, smiling softly.
You gently bite your lip, stopping yourself from smiling wide. “Y/N!” Yeji calls out your name, causing you to whip your head towards her. She and Chan both walk over to the two of you, a smirk on her lips. “I see you've already met Felix.”
“Yeah,” you clear your throat, taking a quick glance towards the blonde. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
Yeji nods her head, mumbling something to Chan before kissing his cheek. You grab her wrist afterward, dragging her away from the two men.
“So, what do we think of Felix?” Your friend asks, wiggling her brows.
You stand about fifteen feet away from them before meeting her eyes. “What are you doing exactly? Felix mentioned that you've told him about me,” you question her, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I just want you to be happy! Plus, I didn't tell him about you to hook the two of you up,” she explains, glancing over her shoulder. “You were still with… at the time I told him about you.”
You press your lips together, feeling a lump forming in your throat. Memories of your relationship start playing in your mind, and you can feel the tears beginning to build up.
“I want to go home,” you whisper to her, not feeling like being out anymore.
Yeji frowns, reaching out to grab ahold of your hands. “I'm sorry for bringing it up. I just wanted to reassure you that I wasn't trying to hook you up,” she apologizes, shaking your conjoined hands.
“It's fine,” you mumble, releasing one of her hands to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I'd still like to go home.”
She releases a sigh and nods her head. “I'll bring you home. Let's just say goodbye first, okay?” She offers, starting to walk back towards her boyfriend and his friend.
You re-cross your arms, trying to distract yourself from your mind. “Everything okay?” Chan asks as soon as the two of you reach them.
“Yeah. Y/N's not feeling well, so I'm going to bring them home. I should be back in time for the race,” Yeji mentions, standing on her toes to quickly kiss his lips.
You can feel Felix's eyes on you as you stand in silence, afraid your voice might show the emotion you're feeling.
“It was nice meeting you, Y/N,” Felix says with a kind smile.
Your heart flutters in your chest at the softness in his voice. You nod your head, giving him a fake smile. “It was nice meeting you too, Felix,” you whisper to him.
“You're gonna be okay?” He asks, noticing the change in your mood.
“I'll be okay,” you reassure him.
He smiles at you, reaching into his pocket. Felix pulls his phone out and quickly hands it to you. Your lips part in surprise as you slowly take the device. You didn't expect him to want your number, and you can't help but blush.
You input your number, giving yourself a cute name before handing it back to him. He smiles upon reading it, flicking his eyes towards you.
“I'll text you right now so you have my number,” he says while typing out a message.
You feel your phone vibrate inside your pocket, pulling it out before tapping his notification. You giggle at his message and save his number, setting the photo you took of him as well.
“Ready, Y/N?” Yeji asks you, gently resting her hand on your forearm.
You nod your head yes and wave goodbye to Chan, then Felix. Both of them bid the two of you goodbye before you walk back towards Yeji's vehicle.
Once you're in the vehicle, Yeji decides to speak up. “You looked really happy talking to Felix,” she points out, causing you to groan. She raises her hands in defense for a few seconds before turning on her vehicle. “I'm just saying.”
She starts to drive back to your apartment building as you think about what she said. It's been a couple of weeks since you've smiled, and he seemed to make you smile so easily.
“He's really nice,” you tell her while fiddling with your fingers.
“He is,” she agrees, patting your leg.
You look out the window of her car, playing your interaction with him over and over. The smile on your lips widens, and you release a deep breath through your nose.
He's really cute…
You and Felix have been texting one another for a few weeks. You've met up for coffee a few times, and you finally found the courage to tell him the reason you left when you first met.
He's been really sweet to you, causing you to fall for him pretty quickly. You also think he's falling for you, too. The two of you have been flirting more and more, and a part of you hopes he asks you out soon.
You swiftly make your way down the street, hearing the loud sounds of people's sports cars. It's your first time attending a street race without Yeji, especially since Chan isn't racing tonight. But Felix is, and he cutely asked you to come support him. How could you say no.
You shove your hands into your pockets, shivering a bit as the weather starts to get cold. You finally reach the parking lot everyone's parked in, immediately looking around for Felix.
“Y/N!” Felix calls out your name, making you halt your steps. You turn around to see the blonde running up to you, a bright smile on his pink lips. “Hey! I'm glad you made it.”
He wraps you in a hug, one of his hands rubbing your back. You wrap your arms around his neck, dipping your fingers into his hair. “Of course I made it. Gotta support my favorite boy,” you giggle while pulling back.
Felix's cheeks blush as he drapes an arm over your shoulder. You wrap your arm around his waist, the two of you walking over to his vehicle. “I'm your favorite boy?” He asks, giggling.
“Yes, of course,” you chuckle, leaning into his side.
As soon as you make it to his car, you find yourself sitting on the hood. Felix stands in between your legs, his small hands finding a place on your hips.
“Well, you're my favorite girl,” he grins, tilting his head a bit.
“Oh, I am?” You ask him, gently biting your lip.
Felix nods his head while rubbing your hips. You smile at him as his gaze moves from your eyes to your lips. Your heart starts to pound against your chest.
“I really want to kiss you,” he whispers before releasing a sigh.
Your breath hitches in your throat, and you move your hands up his torso. “Good luck kiss?” You mention after hearing someone announce that the race will start in five minutes.
The blonde's eyes widen at your words, his hands squeezing your hips. “Please?” Felix silently pleads, his face getting closer and closer to yours.
You bring your hands to his cheeks, slowly stroking them before closing the space between you. Your eyes flutter shut when his lips connect with yours. Wow, they're so soft.
Felix deepens the kiss quickly, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. A quiet moan slips past your lips as you tilt your head to the side.
“I like you so much,” he sighs after pulling away, resting his forehead on yours.
Your thumbs stroke his freckled cheeks as you keep your eyes closed. “I like you too, Felix. You've… you've made me so happy the past few weeks,” you confess to him, nudging your nose with his.
Felix pulls back and drags his thumb along your lower lip. “After I win the race, would you want to grab a midnight snack with me?” He asks you out, removing his thumb to land a quick kiss on your lips.
“After you win, hm?” You ask with a chuckle, smirking at the man. “Someone's a little cocky.”
“Well, you just gave me some good luck kisses,” he mentions with a smirk.
You lick your lips and look away from him, giggles coming from you. “You're lucky you're cute, Felix,” you tell him, your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much. “But, I'd love to grab a midnight snack after you win.”
He squeezes your hip in excitement, kissing you once more before helping you off of the hood. “Wait for me at the finish line. I'll see you there!”
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“Y/N?” Hyunjin questions as soon as he opens the door to the practice room.
You greet him with a smile while walking into the room. “Hey, I'm sorry for interrupting,” you mention, glancing towards the couches. “Is Minho around?”
Hyunjin laughs, combing a hand through his sweaty hair. “He isn't, no. You just missed him,” he explains, moving to sit on the couch.
“Shit,” you curse, sitting down beside him.
“You okay? What's wrong?” He asks you, furrowing his brows in concern. “He'll probably be back in half an hour. We're just taking a quick break.”
You nod your head, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah, I'm okay. I just… locked myself out of our apartment,” you say embarrassingly.
Hyunjin chuckles, and he shakes his head. “I'm not surprised, I'm sorry,” he continues to chuckle, dropping his gaze to the floor.
You wave a hand and giggle as well. “I could've sworn that I grabbed my keys,” you shake your head before glancing towards the member. “What choreo are you guys working on today?”
He hums for a quick second before answering your question. “Min and I are trying to perfect the God's Menu choreography,” he responds, standing up.
“You're still fiddling with it?” You ask in surprise, remembering Minho mentioned that they almost perfected it a couple of weeks ago.
“Yeah. You wanna learn?” Hyunjin smirks, holding a hand out to you.
“Oh, God,” you laugh, not sure if that's a smart idea. Your dancing skills are non-existent, and you're not sure if you're well balanced enough for their choreographies. “I don't know, Hyunjin.”
He leans back and releases a loud groan. “Come on! Just a small bit! I'll be here in case you trip!” He tries to convince you, grabbing your wrist, shaking your arm.
You gently bite your lip, thinking the idea over. Hyunjin pulls you up from the couch, dragging you to the middle of the room. “Fine, fine,” you decide to agree, knowing he won't stop being persistent.
The two of you spend ten minutes going over bits and pieces of the choreography. You watch him carefully as he goes over it once more.
“Okay, I think I got it,” you tell him with a smile.
Hyunjin provides two thumbs up before rushing towards the computer. He presses play, moving back to stand by your side. You grow excited, hoping that you won't look stupid while doing it.
You're good with hand movements. The one thing you're worried about is your feet. You're a bit of a klutz, and Minho's reminded you of it multiple times.
Just as the two of you finish the hook, your ankle rolls. A pained cry escapes your lips as you fall to the floor. “Shit,” you curse to yourself, feeling your ankle throb.
“Y/N! Are you okay?” Hyunjin rushes to your side, kneeling on the floor.
You nod your head, and the door to the practice room opens before you're able to say anything else. Minho's eyes meet yours before widening.
“What happened?” He asked Hyunjin while joining the two of you.
Minho kneels in front of you, his hand hovering over your ankle. “I rolled it,” you inform him, tilting your head back at the pain.
“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” Minho mentions, shaking his head.
You chuckle lightly. Hyunjin pats Minho on the back and tells him he'll go get an ice pack. The dance room fills with silence, your roommate gently moving your ankle around.
You softly call his name, causing him to lift his head. “I’m fine, so it’s okay—”
“No, it’s not okay. Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you’ve hurt yourself,” Minho sighs, sitting back on his heels.
You press your lips together, shocked to know that's how he feels. You reach a hand out, gently grabbing one of his. “Hey,” you whisper, tugging him towards you. “I'm okay. It's just a sprain.”
Minho laces his fingers with yours and squeezes your hand. “Now it's a sprain. What about next time?” He asks you, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.
“Well, then you'll be here to take care of me,” you nudge him, trying to lighten his mood.
He scoffs, a breathy laugh coming from him after. “You're lucky that you're cute,” he tells you with a smile, slowly bringing your conjoined hand to his lips.
Your breath hitches in your throat when he gently kisses your hand. You slip your hand from his hold, bringing it to his cheek. Minho's eyes meet yours as you scoot closer to him.
“You're pretty cute, too,” you whisper before closing the distance between your faces.
His lips are so soft on yours. The hand on his cheeks moves into his hair, combing your fingers through it. Minho wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.
“I got the ice—” Hyunjin cuts himself off at the scene in front of him.
Minho pulls away from you to glance towards the younger member. “Thank you,” he tells Hyunjin, not bothering about mentioning what he saw.
He nods his head, handing him the ice pack before leaving again. Both you and Minho feel embarrassed as you notice how red the tips of his ears are.
“No more dancing, okay?” Minho mumbles while placing the ice pack on your ankle. You nod your head in response, and you find yourself staring at his lips.
“Hey,” you gain his attention, fiddling with his shirt. His gaze finds yours, and you smile at him fondly. “You wanna get dinner?”
The corner of his lips turn up as Minho fully lifts his head. “Are you asking me out?” He questions with a raised brow.
You giggle and lean forward to press a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, I am.”
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You balance the birthday present in your hand while fishing for the spare key Minho gave you years ago. A gasp leaves your lips as the gift you bought him starts to fall, ceasing your movements.
"Jesus," you mutter to yourself, finally grabbing the chrome key.
After unlocking Minho's door, you step inside. You can hear your boyfriend talking to his cats as you slip your tennis shoes off. A giggle leaves your lips as his voice gets higher the longer he talks to them.
"Jagiya?" You call out to him, making your way into the kitchen.
Minho looks over his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours. He smiles and stands up straight. "Hi, jagi," he greets you, taking a couple of steps towards you to press a light kiss on your lips.
"I got you something," you grin, holding out your present.
Your boyfriend coos and grabs the gift from your hands. "You didn't have to get me anything," he informs you.
"You're my jagi. Of course I got you something," you playfully scold him as he sits in a chair. You kiss his forehead before sitting down beside him, motioning for him to open it.
Minho carefully opens the wrapping paper, exposing the beautiful framed photo you printed out for him. The smile on his lips widens as he looks over the photo.
"Oh, jagi," he whispers, propping the frame up on the table. "I love it. Our little family."
You nod your head and scoot closer to him. "I thought you'd like it," you giggle as he grabs a hold of your hand.
"I'm so in love with you," Minho sighs, bringing the back of your hand to his lips.
Tears build up, and you stand from your chair, wrapping your arms around him. "I love you so much, Min. I couldn't ask for anyone better," you whisper into his ear, placing a few kisses on the top of his head.
He tips his head back, and you kiss his lips gently. Both of you smile into the kiss as Minho brings a hand to your face, stroking your cheekbone.
"I'm going to go put this in my room," he mentions after pulling back, lifting the frame in his hand.
You giggle and nod your head, unwrapping yourself from him. He kisses you one last time before disappearing down the hall. You smile to yourself as your heart beats wildly in your chest.
A soft meow captures your attention, and you turn in your chair to see Soonie walking up to you. You remove yourself from the chair and kneel on the floor.
"Hi, baby," you coo, gently scratching his forehead. He meows again, rubbing his head along your hand.
You notice something tied to his collar, causing your brows to furrow. There's a small jewelry box and a piece of paper attached to it. A chuckle leaves your lips as you take it off before glancing down the hallway.
"Jagiya?" You call out to Minho, walking towards his bedroom.
"Hm?" He answers as you keep your eyes on the note, trying to open it while walking.
"Are you buying jewelry for Soonie now?" You joke with him, stepping into the bedroom.
You finally open the note, and the smile on your lips drops. Your breath hitches in your throat, lifting your head. Minho stands in the middle of his room, a hopeful look in his dark eyes.
"What is this?" You whisper, holding the note up.
He smiles nervously and reduces the distance between you two. Minho grabs the ring box from your hand before opening it, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring.
"Exactly what it says, jagi," he whispers back, slowly dropping onto one knee. The tears finally slip from your eyes as you bring a hand to your lips. "You've been a part of my life, our life, for three years, and I want to spend the rest of my days with you. I love you so much, Y/N. Will you do the honor of becoming mine for life?"
You cry into your hand while nodding your head vigorously. You fall to your knees in front of him as Minho shakingly slides the ring on your finger.
He places his hands on your cheeks after moving your hand. "I love you, jagiya," Minho whispers before connecting your lips together.
Your hands grip the t-shirt he's wearing, deepening the kiss. "I love you, Lee Minho," you mumble after pulling away, resting your forehead on his.
Your fiancé peppers kisses all over your face as you glance down at your left hand. You smile to yourself and bring it to his face, resting it on his cheek. "Why don't we go out and celebrate, hm?" He offers, leaning into your touch.
"Absolutely," you agree, chuckling. You wrap your arms around his neck and release a content sigh. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."
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*Lee Know Birthday Special
What’s in a name?
Vast amount of textile knowledge. Impeccably dexterous hands that transformed rolls of fabric into pure elegance with unmatched finesse. A fine art passed from father to son like the reigning throne, yet nowhere near as graceful with all that callus adorning the skin due to the immense dedication to their craft. Generations of tailors, the family tree of which even included overseers of the royal wardrobe at one point.
That was what it meant to be a Lee.
The name might have carried a reputation, but at the end of the day, it was the reputation of a mere merchant. The Lees didn’t come from old money. Even though their financial well-being granted them a social standing of slightly above common folk, they were by no means a member of the higher class, which meant no fancy schooling, no manners training, no socialite gatherings, none of that. They knew their place—if they dared get carried away, they would immediately be reminded of it anyway.
…which was why the only son of the Lees had a problem with these brandy-drinking, business-debating, rent-collecting spoiled brats in the first place. He despised aristocrats with his whole entire soul.
They might have inherited all that land or those factories from their great-grandfathers who actually knew the value of manual labor, but it was the working class they looked down upon that kept them wealthy. Put these snobs in the middle of a field, and they wouldn’t know jack shit about harvesting the produce they were famous for. Their wives? No perceptible skills other than being china dolls and ordering the estate staff around, playing palace in their manors just to get a little taste of queendom.
Then again, these people were the ovens of bread and the barrels of butter to his family, so…
“Keep your mouth shut, Minho!”
If he could maybe give a pass to one family, that would be Lord Bang and her ladyship. They were the exception to the rule who treated the rest of the mortals like actual human beings, and they brought huge business to their atelier with the seasonal banquets they threw every three months.
Damn, were those a big deal. It could quite literally make or break you.
Solely receiving an invitation was considered a huge honor by the socialite, let alone attending. These extravagant evenings were the place to be to retain status as well as for the freshly-turned-eighteen debutantes to be introduced to the public for marriage prospects, or to ‘flaunt themselves to procreate blue-blood inbreds’ as Minho would call it. While most estates would have their in-house dressmakers, throwing large sums of cash for a bespoke gown sewn by the renowned seamster of the town was a sign of…
They called it prestige, but Minho knew they meant something else.
It was that time of the year again. The atelier was buzzing like a beehive with all the gowns needed to be made for the upcoming Spring Banquet. Even though catering to a bunch of demanding ladies and their overindulged daughters was not his favorite thing in the world, Minho still clenched his teeth and worked his magic out of the endless respect he had for his father. Once the Spring Banquet was over, he could at least work with more decent people who were truly appreciative of his craft since summer was usually the wedding season. Six more weeks of this hell, then he could take genuine pleasure in his work again.
Nevertheless, life always had a way of derailing plans for better or worse.
“Mother, stop it!”
“This is the first time we have received an invitation, and we are going!” the woman dragged her daughter into the shop while turning several heads in her direction and flashed a forced but syrupy smile at Minho, “Good afternoon. We would like to have a gown made for this pretty young lady here and immediately, please. Money is not an issue.”
Immediately. Sure. As was common knowledge, money had the magical power to make one work faster and much more efficiently.
“I understand, my lady, but I’m afraid the earliest immediately I can offer you is four weeks,” Minho calmly responded.
“I don’t think you understand, young man,” the woman clenched her teeth through her smile and widened her eyes psychotically, “This is for Lord Bang’s banquet.”
“Mother!”
“So is everything else we have underway,” Minho pointed at the large leather-bound notebook on the counter filled with names of customers and the specifications of their orders.
“Now you listen to me,” the woman took two slow steps towards him and spoke menacingly, “This is going to be my daughter’s debut in the high society, and if she makes a poor impression because of your incompetency, I will burn this place down with you in it.”
Sure. As was common knowledge, money was the number one instrument of arson.
Minho’s blank eyes watched you leave the shop and wait outside as soon as this pretty on the outside rotten on the inside lady’s sentence was punctuated. Not only were you clearly dying of embarrassment, but also you couldn’t have been more reluctant for this unlike literally everybody else who came in for a banquet gown. He took a deep breath to muster a little more patience and explained.
“The banquet is in May. Simple math would dictate the gown shall be finished by the time of the event, but you have the liberty of seeking an allegedly faster seamster, my lady. You will end up here when you’re utterly unsatisfied with the results anyway, but by then it will be too late to have everything ready in due time,” he went behind the counter and grabbed a pen, “Four weeks. Would you like to put your name down?”
The woman muttered something under her breath and gave him the details he requested regarding fabric choices and style. Once Minho was done scribbling with his less than legible cursive, he glanced outside the shop window again and saw you petting a stray cat.
A cat. A furball that velvet-loving ladies wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole, but it was rolling around in your lap as you were tickling it, not giving a damn how your skirt was getting ruined. He smiled to himself.
“Please have the young lady come here tomorrow at noon for her measurements.”
“Tomorrow?” the woman cocked a brow, “I thought you said four weeks.”
“That’s when you will receive the end product, my lady.”
“Oh,” she finally grasped what this subtly insolent tailor meant all along, “Very well then. I shall send her along.”
As she was leaving the shop, she let out a loud shriek seeing all the fur on her daughter’s dress, and scared the life out of the poor kitten. All Minho could do was snort, having no idea why he was this amused.
The next day you were a no-show at the agreed-upon time, and after waiting for maybe five minutes out of courtesy, Minho sent the staff away for lunch, refusing to have them bend to someone’s whim just because they were a paying customer. When you finally showed up five more minutes later, rather than the delicate elegance of a maiden, you barged into the shop with the manners of a delinquent.
“Please… excuse… my tardiness!” you managed to utter some muffled words while panting and took a minute to catch your breath.
Judging by the hair in slight disarray and the beads of sweat on your forehead, you’d obviously been running. Minho reached for the copper water jug on his desk and poured a glass for you.
“Are you always this punctual to all your appointments, my lady?” he attempted to pass his annoyance as humor while handing you the cold drink to rejuvenate yourself. You downed the entire thing in three large gulps.
“I had to make a little detour to buy some liver for the little guy outside,” you heaved a deep sigh and handed the glass back to him, “I’m actually in a hurry. Can we get this over with, please?”
So you technically missed your appointment that you almost didn’t get in the first place… because of a cat?
Really?
“I’m afraid we don’t have any of our female staff available right now,” he informed you, “If you prefer, you could come in after—”
“Just take the damn measurements so that my mother can shut up, will you?”
Huh?
Minho didn’t know what to be befuddled over first—your complete disregard to proper language or your nonchalance over the prospect of a man semi-intimately touching you. He would have to help undress you so that he could take precise measurements over the corset, and just thinking about it was…
“I can’t possibly do t—”
“Yes, you can,” you interrupted him and looked at him with pleading eyes, “Listen, I have somewhere I really need to be, and I have to make it look like I was here the entire time. I’m certainly not after damaging your reputation, so I beg you to help me with this.”
“What can possibly be more important for a young lady than the Spring Banquet?” Minho creased his brows in confusion.
“Madame Laurent.”
“Who?”
“Madame Laurent!” your eyes gleamed with childlike wonder, “She’s coming all the way from France to give a lecture about feline health at the university hall, and I really don’t want to miss it. Please.”
Well, that connected a lot of dots for Minho, and a part of him was utterly endeared. He was used to the high class acting like they owned the goddamn place wherever they went and making life decisions based on what was going to happen to their last names. Then there was you, sneaking around to go to some cat class. He bit inside his cheeks to stop himself from laughing.
“Fine. Follow me, please,” he led the way towards the back.
The small room you entered looked like it functioned as half a storage unit and half a changing room with rolls of fabric stacked on top of each other, various instruments laid on a large wooden desk, and a tall Cheval mirror in one corner. There was also a neatly made mattress on the floor in stark contrast with the overall untidiness of the place. Minho placed his notebook on the table, picked up a measuring tape from a drawer, and proceeded to undo the ribbons on your back, hesitant as to how not to make this awkward.
“Care to divulge your name?” you attempted small talk to diffuse the condensing tension in the room.
“It’s Minho, my lady.”
“Minho,” you echoed his name, “Do you live here?”
“For the time being,” he responded, “There is so much work to do for the next couple of weeks, so I don’t want to waste time commuting.”
You could tell he was trying to be mindful to the best of his ability, standing as away from you as he could, not even directly touching your skin but over the measuring tape. An utter professional. You caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror as he was doing his job. Very stern expression like he was angry and his lips slightly pouted due to how focused he was, yet still extremely good-looking. You forgot why you were there and what you were doing for a second, and just admired his sharp features with the tiniest of butterflies flapping its wings in your stomach.
Meanwhile for Minho, this was hell on earth with how hard he was repressing every unholy thought riddling his brain to prevent having an erection right behind you.
“All done,” he tied the last ribbon on your back, “You can come back in a week for your first fitting.”
“I won’t forget this,” you impulsively kissed him on the cheek and dashed towards the front door, “Thank you!”
Minho felt a hard kick inside his ribcage, and the small piece of skin you pressed your lips on burned for days.
Your encounters outside the atelier, however, were limited to mere coincidences.
The first time, Minho ran into you in the town market where he had no business being other than overhearing your mother telling you to buy spices during your fitting one day. The second time, you spent an unnecessarily long time at a haberdashery because the owner said something about Mr. Lee’s son dropping by sometime in the afternoon to pick up a package.
Then Minho started regularly visiting the university hall to check if they were holding any lectures about anything remotely related to animals because you seemed to be attending every single one of those. He would wait for you outside just so he could see you from afar as the circle of ladies surrounding you kept knowingly giggling while nudging you.
Then you started passing by the tavern garden every Friday evening just because Minho’s friends loudly asked if he was coming to their usual Friday gatherings one time. You couldn’t do much besides making prolonged eye contact, but the gentlemen at the table were having the time of their lives smacking Minho’s back with rowdy teasing laughter.
The one time you unknowingly crossed paths was at the park on a warm June evening. Minho wanted to unload his mind watching the swans after a long day at work whereas you were on your way home walking through it. Having complete tunnel vision on you, floating much more gracefully than all the swans in the pond, he blurted out without thinking.
“My lady!”
Your heart skipped a beat hearing his voice. There was no one around, and even though you were in public, it felt more secluded than the dressing room at the atelier. After exchanging pleasantries, it was so obvious you were both trying to come up with a conversation topic so that nobody had to leave just yet.
“We didn’t have a chance to talk after the banquet,” Minho finally found one and held onto it for dear life, “I hope I was able to do a decent job dressing you.”
“Please, decent would be an insult to your magnificent work, but I’m not sure if I was able to carry it well enough during all that waltzing,” you spoke while internally reciting every prayer you knew that he wasn’t able to hear how fast your heart was beating, “Do you know how to waltz, Minho?”
“No.”
“Would you like me to teach you?”
“I don’t dance.”
“Yes, you do!”
You suddenly grabbed his hands and pulled him close, showing him the very basic steps as he clumsily followed along. You were laughing so much that his heart was about to give out.
He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you so bad.
But…
Even when your steps came to a halt, he couldn’t stop staring at your face. At your eyes. At your lips. Curled into a bright smile that rendered him too stunned to talk.
“Are you waiting for me to ask?” you finally pierced the silence.
“Ask what?”
“To kiss me.”
Don’t say that. Don’t say such things, or I’ll take it seriously.
“That would be highly inappropriate,” he averted his eyes instead.
“It would, wouldn’t it, my good sir?” you faked a gasp and carried on with exaggerated manners, “Yet you’re waltzing with a fair maiden where no one can see you. What ulterior motives must you harbor?”
His cheekbones raised ever so slightly, but he was visibly blushing even under that pastel dusk. Well, if he wasn’t going to make a move for fear of being highly inappropriate, then you could be inappropriate enough for the both of you. You would gladly take the matter into your own hands. You would gladly take his beautiful face in between your hands.
And kiss him.
“May you have a pleasant evening,” you casually spoke after that lightning-fast peck, “I certainly will have one.”
All he could do was touch his lips as he watched you walk away. What a woman, he thought to himself, Beautiful. Fearless. Nothing like the rest of her kind.
The last name Lee might have carried a reputation, but at the end of the day, it was the reputation of a mere merchant. Minho knew his place. A case in point, a lady and a seamster could never end up together. He was fully aware of that and had to act accordingly.
Yet nothing was able to stop him from falling hopelessly in love with you. More and more with each season. It was summer, fall, winter, then spring again.
You were due for a visit again.
Minho was at least guaranteed to intentionally meet you four times a year. You were the first to arrive at the atelier every couple of months for a new banquet gown, yet always late for your measurement appointments so that no one would be around.
And he was getting a little less professional with each encounter.
No more over-the-tape touching. It was only the silhouette of his fingertips, but it was still skin-to-skin, and you were shuddering when he touched you. You would steal glances from each other in the Cheval mirror, trying to see the other’s reaction to the subtle baits you were throwing at one another. Sometimes you would tilt your head to the side, and he would inhale that flowery essence you loved wearing. God, you smelled so good.
He just knew you tasted good, too.
“Tell me something. You’ve been going to these banquets for a year now,” Minho uttered while working on your waist behind you, “How come no one’s asked for your hand in marriage yet?”
“Because I tell them I’m not a virgin,” you leisurely shrugged.
“WHAT?”
You burst out laughing loudly at how scandalized he was, more or less the same reaction you would elicit from the young lords trying to approach you.
“Calm yourself, I’m as untouched as a cactus,” you clarified while wiping the tears from your eyes, “but nobody needs to know that.”
“Why would you even do that? Your reputation—”
“If your appendix burst, it wouldn’t damage your reputation, would it? Why do I not get the same treatment, then?” you continued more seriously, “If I get married, they will chain me to some manor, and I’ll be treated as a breeding factory. God forbid if a woman has aspirations…”
“Do you have aspirations?”
“Yes,” you smiled at him in the mirror, “I would like to study veterinary medicine.”
Why was he even surprised? Of course, you did. You lost your entire mind whenever you saw a stray animal on the street. You were religiously following the university hall lectures while your peers were at a church listening to Sunday sermons. Minho felt his heart swell to the point of combustion.
But all of those wholesome feelings instantly disappeared when he kneeled before you.
His face was directly in front of your crotch, and he noticed a familiar scent emitting from you. Tangy. Not quite sweet, but carried those notes nevertheless. A bit intense. He instinctively looked up at you trying to read your face. You weren’t showing any color, but your pupils were blown wide.
He swallowed.
His urges started running wild. Even you knew they did with how his breathing became slightly irregular. The thought of getting under your skirt and burying his face between your legs was rapidly consuming him.
Maybe it was for the best that the loud ringing of the phone echoed in the atelier to scare the life out of both of you, but it at least managed to clear the reddish-pink haze that was about to fill that tiny dressing room to the brim.
After he closed the shop that day, Minho sat on the pavement and let the kitty he now named Grape climb onto his lap, thinking to himself how he could let you know about his feelings for you while petting him. He had to do something since they were getting a bit more untameable with each passing day. Maybe you would go to the park again. Maybe he could take you to some lecture on human emotions or something. Maybe Grape could be his accomplice, but how was he supposed to go about this? Say he made his little confession, then what? Would you accept it? What would your family say? You were a little rebel, but did you have it in you to stand up to them if he promised to be by your side through everything?
Minho couldn’t sleep that night even though he exhausted himself with a hundred different scenarios, but little did he know his world was about to shatter before he got to do any of that.
Merely several days after the Spring Banquet, a small crowd of people dropped by the atelier with you among them. Minho knew one of the women accompanying you—that was Lady Seo without a doubt, but something wasn’t right at all.
You weren’t supposed to be here for another few weeks. Why were you—?
Your eyes were puffy and the skin around them was raw red like you were harshly rubbing it, the perfect evidence of you crying over something. There was resentment written all over your face. Concern spread throughout his body, and Minho started burning with the early shades of rage.
“A little earlier than usual for the next banquet, I see,” he calmly greeted the circle of women, “To what do I owe the pleasure, my lady?”
“Oh, we’re here for a much joyous occasion this time,” Lady Seo chirped and lifted your hand for Minho to see better, “The young lady is joining the Seo family, and we wouldn’t have anything less than a wedding dress carrying the Lee signature.”
You were staring at the floor blankly like you’d given up all hope. The second Minho caught a glimpse of your ring-adorned finger, he felt his heart being ripped apart.
“A… a wedding dress.”
“Yes! Mr. Lee couldn’t speak highly enough about his son’s niche, and we simply have to have the best for our future bride.”
Future bride. Minho was in complete disbelief that those words were referring to you. Deep inside he knew this day was going to come, but it still felt like…
It felt like this was his fault for being too late.
“Certainly,” he forced a smile to the best of his ability and turned his gaze on you, trying to stay still while he was stabbing himself in the chest with his own words, “Does the young lady have anything in mind, or would she like to receive recommendations?”
You finally looked up at him, bloodshot eyes utterly grief-stricken like you had just come back from a funeral. It was a funeral if you thought about it—a forced visit to Dr. Yang to prove you were lying and your hymen was in fact very much intact. All your dreams, all your hopes, all your love for Minho were mercilessly slaughtered by a conversation that took place between two families, and you had absolutely no say in the matter.
“Do you make black wedding gowns by any chance, good sir?” you asked through the most broken of smiles lacing all your features.
“She’s joking,” your mother let out a loud laughter while pinching your arm and loudly whispered, “This is barely appropriate. Stop offending your mother-in-law.”
“I’m sure whatever you come up with will more than suffice,” your voice cracked as you slightly bowed your head at Minho, “I’ll be in your care.”
Care? In his care? This was not how he wanted to take care of you. You were going to go to school. He was going to wait for you and take you to the park afterwards, then ask you to tell him all about it. He had the utmost faith in you that you would be giving lectures on feline health someday. He wanted to take you to Paris when he saved enough money so that you could meet Madame Laurent again, and maybe ask you to marry him while he was at it.
Yet the reality was colder than the harshest winter.
“Then I will work on some patterns today, and we can discuss them tomorrow with the young lady,” he scribbled your name in his notebook and uttered emphatically, “At noon.”
You’d done this many times before. You knew what it meant at this point.
Come five to ten minutes later when nobody’s here.
The next day you arrived at the atelier to allegedly get your measurements taken when there was absolutely no need. Minho already knew everything by heart; he just wanted to touch you again.
Maybe for one last time.
You didn’t even exchange pleasantries because there was nothing pleasant about any of this, and just proceeded to the dressing room in deafening silence. Minho wanted to ask you so many things, but all the words he couldn’t utter formed a gigantic knot in his throat. If he so much as made a sound, he was afraid he was going to break down crying.
And he didn’t cry that easily.
It was a simple and professionally required act, measuring. Measuring your chest. Measuring your waist. Measuring your inseams for whatever reason as though bridal gowns came with dress pants, but he was measuring anyway. That seemed to be the only way to carve the exact outline of your body into his mind forever. Get indecently close to you, memorize the notes of your scent, kneel in front of you with begging eyes as if he was about to hit you with another proposal, and importantly…
Most importantly…
Watch the way goosebumps broke on your supple skin every time he touched you.
Each time you were in this room, the distance Minho kept between you two was noticeably shrinking, and this time around there was nothing left to shrink anymore. You had never felt him this close to you, flush against your body as he was measuring your bust from behind you. You could feel his body temperature seeping through you. His scent. His cologne.
His entire existence.
You leaned back into his chest and touched his hand while holding his gaze in the mirror. The room was so quiet that you could hear the screaming heartbeats of each other perfectly clearly. You watched how his hand reached for your chin in the reflection to turn you around. It hurt so bad when you looked into his deep brown eyes. It hurt so good when he brushed his thumb on your cheek.
You were dying in agony when he pressed his lips on yours.
Much different than that one kiss you stole from him all those months ago. It felt like sinking in a bottomless ocean. Deep. Slow. Wet. Neither of you had the courage to open your eyes, and the darkness made it feel like you were kissing for hours. It was supposed to be an innocent show of affection maybe, but it was deteriorating way too rapidly. A little deeper, a little harder, a little quicker, and a little wetter. Minho was burning and so were you and you were letting him touch you and he was trying so hard to abstain, but…
He was a man. He was a man in love.
He dropped the tape tangled around his fingers and harshly pulled you in, throwing gallons of gas on the fire that was barely containable as it was. You felt the coldness of the wall he pressed you against on your back, giving you instant shivers, but you didn’t care. You had dreamed about this for so long. He had dreamed about this for so long. Touching you, kissing you, tasting every inch of your skin until he diminished you into panting moaning mess, desperate to feel him in the worst ways and—
One touch between your legs, and reality hit Minho like a freight train about to be derailed.
“God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” he jolted in his place and backed away, “I– I couldn’t help it.”
You didn’t know what exactly it was you were feeling. Sadness? Anger? Disappointment? A nauseating concoction of them all?
”Do you… not want me?”
“No, it’s not that! It’s never that!”
Minho was between a rock and a hard place. He knew what he wanted, but there was also the undeniable truth. What was he supposed to do? Disregard everything all at once, or be a decent human being and…
Let you go?
“You’re… engaged,” he managed to say with an almost inaudible voice.
All this time, you hoped. You hoped he would protest to making this godforsaken dress. You hoped he would ask you not to go through with this. You hoped he would tell you that he loved you. Maybe you even foolishly thought he would want to marry you instead.
But apparently, you’d hoped in vain.
“A fact you should have remembered before initiating, don’t you think?” you scoffed with disdain.
“Please…”
“If you’re done with the measurements, I’ll take my leave,” you quickly put your linen dress back on and walked out without looking at him to hide your tears threatening to fall, “I won’t be back again until the day of my final fitting.”
When the front door closed, the four words Minho couldn’t say out loud to save his life turned into a fist, and declared his throat as its residence for the foreseeable future.
Please don’t leave me.
He was losing sleep, and you were haunting his every waking thought. Every piece of fabric he cut was another breath taken away from him. Every stitch he sewed was another wound inflicted on his skin. The day of delivery was fast approaching, but Minho felt like his life was ending.
On the day of your final fitting, he was expecting you to come around noon again, but you were nowhere to be found. You didn’t show up in the afternoon. You didn’t show up in the evening. He never thought he would feel this way about seeing you in a fucking wedding dress, but he was getting worried.
“I need to run. Take care of the place,” Minho entrusted the shop with one of his apprentices, “I don’t know when I’ll be back. Lock the door and leave if I’m late.”
He scoured all the places he could think of. The park. The market. The tavern area. Even the university hall to see whether there was one of those beloved animal lectures of yours. You weren’t anywhere. His last resort was to pick up the dress and go to your estate to check on you with some excuse. He was going to make something up on the way.
But before it even came to that, seeing you by the closed shop door, Minho was so relieved that his knees almost gave way.
“There was a lecture series today,” you looked at him with blank eyes, “About loss.”
He wanted to say something. He needed to say something, but Minho forgot all the words he knew. You weren’t talking. You stood there in front of the atelier for god knows how long, and it seemed like it fell upon you to break the silence once again.
“I came for my fitting.”
Minho’s gaze slowly turned from your face towards the floor, and his shoulders drooped in resignation. You proceeded in silence. He fished for the keys in his pocket and opened the door, locked it from inside after you walked in, then led the way to the dressing room. Your gown was neatly pressed and placed on a hanger. He gave you some privacy to change, and when you opened the door again to signal him to come in for the final adjustments, Minho felt like he was walking towards a gallows tree. There you were, in all your glory, shining like you never had in pristine whites. Minho took slow steps towards you and knelt before you to check the length of the hem of the skirt.
God, you were beautiful.
You were in a wedding dress. A wedding dress. If he didn’t do something, you were going to slip away. Forever.
He’d been such a coward ever since he lent his heart to you, never having the courage to do the things he was yearning to do, yet you were… you were nothing but…
Minho had enough.
“Please don’t do this,” he whispered.
It was a whisper, but he may as well have screamed at you. His eyes were fixated firmly on the hem. You were stunned like a bolt of lightning just struck you, incredulous at what you just heard.
“Don’t get married,” his voice quivered like he was on the brink of crying as he hugged your legs, “Please.”
As if he was controlled by some unknown entity, his hands slid your skirt up. He finally looked up at you. You met his gaze, not knowing what to anticipate. You didn’t want to hope; he could step back at any moment like he did the last time, but a part of you just couldn’t help it.
“Minho…”
That was enough for him to risk it all.
He began to place little kisses up your thighs. Your skin was even more supple than he had always imagined. You heaved a very deep sigh and closed your eyes while leaning against the wall.
It didn’t feel that cold this time around.
Minho was in a complete trance. Just kissing, kissing, and kissing everything his lips came across. Your legs, your thighs, the barely noticeable wet trace on your underwear. His fingers clutched the waistband of the thick fabric and slid it down, and down, and down, in disbelief that he was actually looking at the most intimate part of you fully exposed for him. Soft. Warm. Inviting.
There was no turning back from this anymore.
“I love you,” he whispered against you and closed his mouth on your cunt.
You felt those three words everywhere on your body.
Your fingers were tangled in between his silky locks, guiding his head instinctively. The amount of pleasure you were feeling was in lethal doses, much more intense than anything you were able to provide yourself. So wet and slippery, much warmer compared to your own fingers.
Minho, on the other hand, was dying.
He had an inkling about what you would taste like when your scent dissolved on his tongue, but he never thought it would be this savory. This condensed. This right. Unable to get enough, he was sinking deeper into your pussy, thinking he could maybe feel you like he was supposed to if he occupied the same space as you.
You clasped your hands on his shoulders and pulled him up, tasting yourself on his mouth as he swirled his tongue around yours, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to see what he looked like naked. You wanted to feel him inside you. You wanted to belong to him, and Minho wasn’t stopping this time.
“Can we…?” he took one look at his mattress on the floor then at you again.
“Yes.”
You placed your hands on his beautiful face and felt how much he was trembling under your touch. From anticipation. From excitement. From nerves.
“I love you, Minho,” you stressed the word while looking deep into his eyes.
That was the moment he said a mouthful of fuck you to everything.
You stripped each other as fast as you could, never leaving each other’s lips alone. Sitting on the mattress, you ran your hands on Minho’s bare torso and admired his naked figure for some time.
He was so beautiful it made you want to violently cry.
He laid you down on your back and quickly descended between your legs to pick up where he left off, locking his arms on your legs, too afraid to let you go. His tongue glided all over your folds first, making sure he replaced all your slick with his saliva before his lips trapped your clit. He was slurping on the engorged bundle of nerves with lazy swirls of his tongue, ears intently listening to how deep your moans were coming from. The harder he sucked, the more you were tugging at your own hair. The uneven ground your sounds of pleasure were stacked on eventually collapsed, and you found yourself arching into his mouth with cries ripping through your throat, wet mess staining all over his chin and glistening under the dim light of the room.
“Touch me,” Minho pleaded while hovering over your body, “Please.”
Then and only then did you notice the abysmal condition he was in, and it tickled you inside that he wanted you this much. So concerningly hard you could trace the veins on his cock. Tip flushed dark pink and about to leak. Utterly mouthwatering. You held him in a firm but careful grip and listened to his quiet moans when he made you stroke his girth. If you kept it up, he was actually going to cum before… before he could even…
He guided his cock to your soaked entrance and pressed his tip against you, proceeding with very shallow thrusts to make sure you were comfortable with his pace. His thumb was gently caressing your clit to compensate for the mild discomfort as he paved his way into you. More. A little more. Halfway in. Just a bit more. Almost there.
Then a cul-de-sac.
You felt like a long-lost piece of you clicked into its place whereas Minho almost lost his mind when he disappeared into you completely. The sensation was too intense.
“Not enough,” he lowered his face down to kiss you and pressed his forehead against yours, “I’m finally inside you, but it’s just not enough.”
How could it ever be enough when you violently loved someone from afar for that long? How could it ever be enough when all the I love yous you were able to utter to their face were in your dreams? How was he ever going to be able to avenge all the lost time if not by desperately making love to the love of his life, sweaty, loud, drowning each other in kisses?
“Be my wife,” he spoke into your lips, “I swear on everything good and pure I’ll spend the rest of my life to make you happy.”
Too consumed with desire. Too overwhelmed with emotion. You were on the brink of happy tears, trying to produce a single word, but your mind wasn’t cooperating.
“Marry me,” he beseeched while quickening his thrusts, and buried his face in the crook of your neck, “Marry me. God, I love you!”
You held him in your embrace as tightly as you could and let him run towards his high however fast he wanted. Minho barely managed to pull out at the last second, and finished on your chest, shooting milky white drops to trickle down your breasts. You were both so deliriously happy in each other’s arms, not being able to get enough of one another at any cost.
Just kissing. Kissing. And kissing some more while waiting for your feet to touch the ground.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do from this point on,” Minho intertwined his fingers with yours, “but do you want to start by ripping your dress to shreds?”
You uttered the words you’d been practicing so hard to come across as convincing, but without having to pretend for once.
“I do.”
You kissed into each other’s smiles again. You knew what kind of obstacles you needed to face before you could be at peace, but it wasn’t scary. You had Minho, and he had you. What mattered at the end of the day was how much you loved each other.
Chan: They ask me how I manage my members so easily.
Chan: The secret is, I don't. I have no control over them whatsoever.
Chan: Earlier, Jeongin called my name and when I showed up to see what was going on, Jisung shot me in the throat with a nerf gun.
so i listen to rain sounds to help me sleep, and i found one (that's pictured on the right) and i thought of this idea with hanji 🥹
feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰
You're quite nervous, but Jisung is also pretty nervous as well. It's the first time you're attending a vacation with all eight members. The two of you have only been dating for a month, and you just met the rest of the boys about three weeks ago.
"Do you want anything?" Jisung asks you through the open car window.
One of his hands rests on yours as you think for a couple of seconds. "I'll just have water," you tell him softly.
Jisung nods his head before bringing his hand to your cheek, pinching it lightly. "Okay. I'll be right back," he mentions with a smile.
"Okay," you whisper, watching him walk into the convenience store with Felix.
Your heartbeat quickens in your chest as you're left alone with Minho and Jeongin. You glance back and forth between the two before picking up your phone.
"We're not making you uncomfortable, are we?" Minho asks you, causing your head to snap up.
Your gaze meets his through the rear view mirror, and you provide a shy smile. "N-No! You're not," you reassure him and look towards Jeongin. "I just have social anxiety."
Minho chuckles softly and nods his head. "I thought Hannie mentioned that. You don't need to be nervous, alright? We're all pretty nice," he cheers you up, calming your nerves slightly.
Jeongin nods his head in agreement. You release a deep breath, and you begin to feel a bit better. "That's great to know. Hanji has told me a lot about you guys," you tell the two members, tapping your fingers against your phone. "I also want to thank you for allowing me to come."
"It's no problem, Y/N. We're happy that you're coming. The kids are excited to get to know you," Minho tells you, turning his head to look at you.
The door beside you opens up, startling you. Jisung ducks his head down and apologizes for scaring you. You scoot over to the middle seat before he slides into the seat you were once in.
"Here's your drink, jagiya," your boyfriend hands you the bottle of water.
"Thank you, Hanji," you whisper before kissing his cheek.
Felix climbs into the passenger seat, shutting the door afterward. "You guys are disgustingly cute," he teases the both of you after buckling his seatbelt.
Yours and Jisung's cheeks blush at Felix's words. The three members giggle before you hear Jeongin mumble how cute you two are. Jisung's hand finds yours as soon as Minho starts driving again, his fingers intertwining with yours.
You tilt your head to look at him, smiling softly as he looks out the window. You lean your head against his shoulder, casting your gaze down to your conjoined hands.
The drive to the lake house takes almost two hours, and when you arrive at the place, the sun begins to set. You stretch your arms out as soon as you get out of the vehicle. Jisung smiles at you before poking at your tummy.
"Stop," you laugh, covering your stomach with both arms.
He giggles as well, and the two of you walk back to the trunk. Minho opens it and hands you both your bags. You thank him with a smile, and Jisung grabs your hand, tugging you towards the house.
"I do have one question," Jisung mumbles as you walk up the porch steps. You hum in response, allowing him to continue. "How do you feel about sleeping in the same bed?"
You halt your steps after almost tripping on the last step. "W-What?" You stutter, feeling your cheeks blush. "We have to share the same bed?"
He sighs, closing his eyes for a few seconds. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I can totally sleep on the couch if it makes you more comfortable," Jisung mentions while gently rubbing your forearm.
Minho and Hyunjin walk past the two of you, and you move out of their way. "No, i-it's okay, Hanji," you tell him, not wanting him to sleep anywhere uncomfortable. "We can sleep together."
He looks at you, and it makes your heart flutter. You smile at the blush on his cheeks, raising a hand to stroke it. "Have I ever mentioned that I like you so much?" Jisung breathes out, leaning into your touch.
"You've mentioned it once or twice," you giggle, biting your lip softly.
Jisung leans forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. "Let me remind you," he whispers after breaking apart. "I like you so, so much."
He kisses you again until someone clears their throat. You pull away from Jisung to look over your shoulder. Chan wiggles his fingers at both of you, a chuckle leaving his lips afterward.
"Come on," you mention, adjusting the strap of your bag. "We can make out later."
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It's been a few hours since you arrived at the lake house. Some of the members decided it was time for a drink, an alcoholic drink. You sit on one of the couches, watching the boys interact with one another.
"They're a bit chaotic today," Jisung whispers into your ear.
You laugh and nod your head. "They are, but it's okay. They're excited to relax," you say with a smile, turning your head to look at him.
He provides a small smile, and you notice the anxious look in his eyes. The smile on your lips drops, straightening your back. "I'm okay," Jisung reassures you, resting a hand on your forearm.
"Are you sure?" You ask him, clearly worried.
"Yeah, jagiya," he whispers, tracing his finger along your arm. His movements halt after thirty seconds, and you watch Jisung stand up. Your eyes follow him as he stands in front of you. "I'll be right back, okay?"
"Okay," you whisper loud enough for him to hear, squeezing his hand before he's able to walk away. "If you need me. Come find me."
After he kisses the back of your hand, he walks up the stairs. Your gaze returns to the other members, seeing Hyunjin's eyes on you. You give the man a tight-lipped smile before waving.
He moves from his spot, making his way over to where you are. "Is everything okay?" He asks you, glancing towards where Jisung went.
"Yeah, yeah," you tell him, nodding your head. You also glance back towards the stairs. "He's just feeling a little anxious."
"Ah," Hyunjin mumbles, sitting down beside you. "Have you witnessed his anxiety attacks?"
You nod your head in response to his question, clasping your fingers together. "I-It's actually how we first met," you inform him.
"Really? Oh, wow," the taller brunette hums, leaning back on the couch. "I'm surprised he let you help him through it."
A chuckle escapes you, and you glance towards Hyunjin. "As someone who also has pretty bad anxiety, I can be pretty stubborn when it comes to it."
Hyunjin grins and stands back up. "Hey, why don't you come get a drink? Come mingle with the rest until he comes back," he tries to convince you, holding his hand out to you.
"Sure," you reluctantly agreed, grabbing his hand.
He drops it as soon as you stand on your feet, leading you into the kitchen area. Hyunjin opens the fridge before turning to face you.
"Feel free to choose whatever you like!"
You look through the various cans of alcohol, picking one that sounds the best. You thank Hyunjin again before opening it. You take a quick sip, humming in delight at the taste.
"That's good," you mumble, looking at the can again.
You mingle with the rest of the members, laughing at some stories they're telling you. You check your phone after a while, noticing it's been an hour since you've seen your boyfriend.
The smile on your lips drops again before quietly excusing yourself. You set your drink down on the counter and walk towards the stairs. Just as you're about to ascend them, you notice a figure sitting out on the back porch.
You step off of the stairs and make your way towards the back door. Jisung's gaze meets yours as you step outside. "Hi, baby," you greet him with a smile.
He smiles at you before patting the seat next to him. You move to sit next to him, and Jisung rests a hand on your leg. The warmth of the fire tickles your skin as the two of you look out at the lake.
"How are you feeling?" You ask him, gliding your fingers along the back of his hand. "How long have you been out here?"
Jisung checks his phone, noting the time. "Like, ten minutes ago," he informs you. "You looked like you were having a good time. I'm really glad the boys like you."
"I'm really glad they like me too," you smile, glancing towards him. "But, like I told you, if you needed me. You could've come get me."
"I know," he squeezes your leg gently. "I appreciate you so much."
You turn your body a bit so you're facing him. His gaze stays on the lake as you bring a hand to his hair. You comb your fingers through his hair while leaning forward to kiss his cheek.
"I appreciate you too, Hanji," you mention.
He turns his head to look at you, the smile on his lips widening. His eyes drop to your lips, and his cheeks start to blush. "Can I be extremely honest with you?" Jisung asks, his eyes flicking up to look into yours.
"Of course," you whisper, feeling your stomach twist.
Your boyfriend takes a deep breath while bringing his hand to your face. "I fall more in love with you every day," he whispers to you, his thumb stroking your cheekbone.
Your breath hitches in your throat, and your eyes widen. "You do?" You ask quietly.
Jisung nods his head before leaning in to kiss you. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you kiss him back, your hand moving to the back of his neck. You can hear the whistles from his members, causing both of you to pull away.
He looks through the window, seeing smirks on all his members' faces. Your cheeks blush at the attention, turning your head to look out at the lake.
"They like to tease," Jisung whispers, leaning in closer to you. "I'm sorry."
You chuckle and shake your head. "It's okay," you reassure him, feeling his lips ghost along your cheek. "I'm also falling deeper in love with you."
The brunette pulls back and he smiles fondly at you. "I'm glad you're here with me," he sighs, placing a kiss on your forehead.
so, i saw this tik tok, and i want this man to slap and jiggle my ass! 😤🤣 anyway, i wrote this short blurb about it 😌
feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰
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You sleepily rub your eyes as you trudge into the kitchen. You squint when you flick the lights on, a short groan coming from your lips. You begin to make coffee for you and Minho, who's still currently sleeping.
"Shit, it's cold," you whisper to yourself and quickly run back to your shared bedroom.
You smile as Minho spreads across the mattress, soft snores coming from his lips. After tiptoeing towards him to place a kiss on his cheek, you grab his hoodie from the closet.
You stretch your arms as you walk back into the kitchen, feeling a bit more awake. Still, you yawn while pulling the coffee maker towards you. You place the coffee pod into the machine before grabbing a mug from the cupboard.
Footsteps can be heard from behind you, signaling that Minho's now awake. "Do you want coffee, honey?" You ask him, not bothering to look behind as you watch the coffee fill your cup.
He hums in response to your question. You pull open the drawer where you keep the pods for your Keurig and grab Minho's favorite. You pull your mug out after it's finished, setting it to the side.
One of Minho's arms slips around your waist, holding you against him. "You look stunning in my clothes," he whispers into your ear, pressing a light kiss on the nape of your neck.
"Yeah?" You giggle, gently biting your lip.
He hums again before bringing his hand to your ass cheek. You shriek, thrusting yourself into the counter. A sigh comes from you as you glance behind you, seeing Min's eyes fixed on your ass.
"It's so early," you remind him, feeling his hand squeeze your cheek.
"It's never too early," he tells you, lifting his head to look at you.
You shake your head, giggling some more. Minho wraps his arms around your waist, slipping a hand beneath his hoodie you're wearing.
"You're crazy," you tell him while placing his coffee mug onto the small plate.
"How can I not? Jagi, you're wearing my boxers and my hoodie. Do you have any idea how much I'm resisting?" He asks you, placing a few more kisses on your neck and face.
You turn to face him as his coffee fills the cup. His dark eyes look down at you, his hands moving to your hips. "I like wearing your clothes," you whisper to him, lifting your hand to rest on his chest.
Minho closes the space between the two of you, capturing your lips with his. You moan into the kiss, gently rubbing his pec. "I know you do," he whispers after pulling away. He rubs his nose against yours, giving you an eskimo kiss before speaking again. "I like it too. But, you knew that."
"Mhm," you hum before turning back around.
He presses himself against you, and you can feel how hard he is. You grab his coffee cup after the machine stops spouting liquid.
"Do you want your coffee now?" You ask him, glancing back at him for a quick second.
"Yeah," he mentions. Minho takes a step back, and before you can turn to face him, his hand comes down on your ass cheek again.
You moan and bite your lip afterward. You turn around to face him again, his cup in your hands. "Here, baby," you hold the cup out for him.
"Thank you, Jagi. I love you," Minho smiles at you, planting a quick kiss on your lips.
You grin up at him and grab your mug as well. "I love you too, baby."
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so, i've been playing hogwarts legacy a lot, and i wanted to incorporate skz with hogwarts! i hope i did it justice! 💓 pls enjoy!
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Sirona sets a mug of butterbeer in front of you, and you smile at her before mumbling a thank you. You take a sip of it as the woman goes back to cleaning the bartop.
"I take it you're meeting someone?" She asks with a smile, her eyes staying on the cloth she's using.
A laugh escapes your lips, and you set the mug back down. "Is it obvious?" You ask her, tucking some hair behind your ear.
"Not extremely. You just look nervous," she points out, halting her movements to spare a glance. "It's your last year, yeah? You shouldn't be so nervous unless you're meeting someone."
"You can see right through me," you tell her with a laugh, glancing down at the amber liquid. "I'm not meeting anyone special. I've known him for seven years."
Sirona smirks at you before humming. You begin to correct her when two hands rest on your shoulders. A gasp leaves your lips, feeling startled by the sudden contact. You quickly look behind you to see Chan dressed in his robes, a goofy smile on his lips.
"You haven't been waiting too long, have you?" He asks while sitting down, moving his attention to Sirona. "It's good to see you again! Can I get a butterbeer?"
She nods her head, and she waves her wand. "It's good to see you too, Chan. I hope the summer was well for you both," she explains as the mug lowers itself in front of the brunette.
"Summer was good. Although I missed this one," Chan nudges your arm, a playful grin on his lips.
You can't help but blush a little, tearing your gaze away from the man. "I missed you too," you whisper loud enough for him to hear.
Sirona watches the two of you, a large grin on her lips. "That's good to hear. I'll let the two of you catch up!" She says before leaving the bar.
Chan grabs his mug and takes a couple of gulps. Silence fills the space between you as you try to get your heart to stop pounding. Chan's eyes glance back to you, wondering why you've been so quiet.
"Hey," he whispers, softly gaining your attention. Your eyes shift to look at him, and you release a hum. "Are you okay? You're normally not this quiet."
"Yeah, I'm okay, Channie," you reassure him, laying a hand on his forearm. "A part of me is a little sad that it's our last year."
"Ah, yeah," Chan mumbles sadly, casting his gaze to the drink he's got. "But, hey, your family doesn't live far from mine. We can easily keep in contact and visit one another."
Your heart flutters, glad to know that he'd want to keep in touch. You nod your head as a grin comes to your lips. You stare into his dark eyes for a few moments before bringing the fellow Ravenclaw into a hug.
"I'm so glad to have met you, you know," you whisper into his ear as Chan wraps his arms around you.
He hums in agreement, tightening his grip. "I remember it like it was yesterday," Chan mentions with a laugh.
You quickly find a seat inside the Hogwarts Express, watching some people reunite with others. You lace your fingers together before anxiously squeezing your hands. You hope you'll find a good group of friends.
You look out the window as you begin to feel your nerves intensify. You release a deep breath when someone sits down across from you. Your breath hitches in your throat upon seeing the attractive boy.
"Hi," he greets you with a cheesy grin, his dimples indenting his cheeks. "I'm Bang Chan! Or you can call me Chris."
"H-Hi," you say shyly, waving your hand. "I'm Y/N L/N."
He smiles at you and nods his head, repeating your name quietly. Chan can notice your shyness, and his eyes widen. "Oh, I should've asked if it was okay to sit here," Chan mumbles, moving to stand up.
"It's okay!" You quickly stop him, grabbing his wrist. "I don't mind you sitting here."
"Okay," he says, slowly sitting back in his seat.
"You were so cute back then," Chan disrupts your thoughts, snapping you out of it.
A scoff leaves your lips as you sit back in your seat, a playful smirk settling. "I was?? Does that mean I'm not now?" You tease him, sipping your butterbeer.
Chan blushes at your question and gulps his drink some more. "N-No, you're still so cute," he stumbles over his words, scooting his stool closer to you.
You giggle and lean over to pinch his flushed cheek. "You're so cute when you blush, Channie," you tell him.
"Stop," he groans, pushing your hand away.
"Oh, look who it is!" A familiar voice echoes off of the walls, causing you and Chan to look in the direction of the sound. You internally groan as you make eye contact with Kim Seungmin. "Ravenclaw's love birds!"
You shake your head, deciding to ignore the Slytherin student. "Seungmin, not now," Chan mumbles, turning away from the teen.
Seungmin drapes his arm over your shoulder while doing the same with Chan. "Oh, come on. You two are so perfect for one another. You might as well just go out already," he mentions, his eyes shifting from you to him.
"Don't you have anything else you could be doing?" You ask him, sending a glare in his direction.
He laughs and brings his hand to your hair, ruffling it. You swat his hands before getting out of your chair. Seungmin raises a brow as you walk away from the pair, not without telling Chan that she'd see him later.
"What's up with her?" Seungmin asks Chan, nudging the older teen's arm.
Chan sighs and turns to face him. "Do you ever think that maybe she doesn't like you picking on her?" He asks him, his face completely serious.
Seungmin's shoulders deflate, not wanting his jokes to come off as rude or anything. "I-I didn't know. You two usually banter with me," he mentions.
"I know you mean well. I've seen that over the years we've studied together," Chan pauses, pushing himself off of the chair. "But, she's never really enjoyed jokes like that."
Chan leaves Seungmin standing near the bar in The Three Broomsticks, hoping to be able to catch up with you.
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You bump into someone during your trek to the Great Hall. You lift your head, ready to apologize when you see that it's Seungmin. A sigh comes from your lips, trying to push past him.
"Wait, Y/N," Seungmin stops you, gently grabbing your wrist. "I wanted to apologize for earlier."
Your eyes widen at him, not expecting him to apologize to you. "What?" You whisper, furrowing your brows in confusion.
"Chan talked to me after you left, and he made me realize that my jokes… aren't all funny," he explains to you, releasing your wrist. "So, I wanted to apologize."
"Thank you," you tell him, smiling softly. "I appreciate the apology, Seungmin."
He nods his head before motioning towards the large doors. "After you," he smiles at you, allowing you to walk into the Great Hall first.
You two part ways as you make your way towards the Ravenclaw table. You find Chan instantly, seeing an empty seat beside him. You rush towards the brunette, and you squeeze his shoulders as soon as you reach him.
"Hey, you," Chan greets with a smile.
"Hey," you grin ear to ear, sitting down beside him. You lean your head on his shoulder, hooking an arm with his. "You'll never guess what happened before I got here."
Chan hums, and he turns his head to look at you. "What happened?" He asks with a soft smile.
"Seungmin apologized to me," you informed him with a light chuckle. You glance up to see his eyes widening. "I know! I thought the same thing."
He hums and glances towards the Slytherin table, seeing Seungmin chatting with Hyunjin and Minho. "Well, I'm glad he apologized to you. I know you're not fond of his "jokes,"" Chan mentions, combing his fingers through your hair.
"He mentioned that you said something. Thank you," you tell him. "I appreciate you so much."
Chan brings his hand to your face, lifting your chin. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes meet his. You swallow thickly upon seeing his gaze shift to your lips for a quick second.
"I-I don't think we should be doing this here," you whisper, your cheeks beginning to blush.
He blinks rapidly, snapping out of his daze. He releases your chin before clearing his throat. Chan looks away from you, wanting to hide the blush that's covering his cheeks.
"Sorry… I don't know what came over me," he says, avoiding eye contact.
Your heart pounds against your chest as you look at the students around you. You provide an apologetic smile at some who're glaring at you. You rest your hands on your lap as Headmaster Black takes the podium.
Chan slowly places his hand in your lap, his fingers fumbling with your clasped ones. You glance down at your hands, watching his index fingers trace yours. You lift your head to see your best friend's eyes on the man speaking.
You smile to yourself, unclasping your fingers before holding his hand. You slide closer to him and feel his thigh brushing yours. Chan strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, squeezing it gently.
He glances back at you and provides a fond smile. He leans forward to whisper into your ear, "Meet in our spot later?" You nod your head with no hesitation, and Chan presses a light kiss on your cheek.
Hours later, you find yourself sneaking into the astronomy tower. As soon as you make it to the top, a gasp leaves your lips. The stars are bright tonight, and you've missed stargazing here.
A sound comes from behind you, making you jump in your spot. Chan raises his hands in defense while walking closer to you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he laughs, grinning.
You place a hand on your chest and release a deep breath. "You can't do that to me," you chuckle, meeting the teen halfway.
"I'm sorry, sweetness," the pet name slips from his lips, causing his cheeks to blush a bit.
You giggle and shake your head, muttering that it's okay. The two of you walk towards the railing together before you lean against it.
"I can't believe it's our last year," you mention after five minutes of silence. "I feel like our time here moved so fast."
Chan laughs, and he nods his head. "I can agree to that. I can't believe it's our last year either," he mentions, looking up at the sky.
You look up at him, and you admire his side profile. He senses your eyes on him instantly, turning to look at you. "I…" you trail off, wanting to tell him how you feel. How you've felt since your first year.
"I know," he whispers, shifting his body to face you. "I do too."
You breathe a breath of relief, leaning forward to rest your head on his chest. Chan laughs and rubs his hand up and down your spine. His hand moves to the nape of your neck, and you lift your head to look at him again.
Chan dips down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Your eyes flutter shut after you kiss him back, leaning on your toes. The kiss deepens when you feel his tongue gliding along your lip.
You break away from him, panting slightly at the kiss. His forehead rests against yours as the two of you stand in silence. "I love you, Y/N," Chan whispers, nudging his nose with yours.
Your heart flutters in your chest, grinning widely. "I love you, Chan."
