we're born in the moonlight

Pairing: Bang Chan, Reader

Genre: Angst (?), fluff

Word Count: 1,019

T/W: slightly depressive symptoms? Reader feels sad, hopeless, and lost, (also a lil crying but what is angst without tearsssss), cursing

You exhaled shakily, the cold air making the breath curl through the air before dissipating in front of your eyes. Chan’s lips gently pressed to your neck, arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“Where are you right now?” he murmured softly, feeling as though any loud noise would shatter the fragile atmosphere the silence brought. You turned slightly in his arms to look at him; unsure of exactly he meant. Chan smiled, repeating himself before adding, “I know you aren’t okay. Stuck in your own thoughts that aren’t benefiting anyone. I just wanna know where you’re at in your head, so I can be there with you. I don’t wanna force you to tell me what’s wrong, but I want to be here for you, here with you,” His fingers traced circles on your skin, the weight of his head on your shoulder grounding you, bringing you immense comfort. “I wanna go through this with you. You know you’re not alone, right? I’m here, always.”

Heat slowly surged through your body with each word that passed his lips, gripping your body, crawling through your veins. Your head beginning to throb as tears stung your eyes. 

Those brief shitty moments had become days, which had rolled into weeks, then months with seemingly no end. Progressing to times when you didn’t want to leave the safety of your bed, wishing the covers would swallow you, keeping you in their heavy embrace. It wasn’t like you hadn’t handled this before. You had. Chan had. But this time it felt different, and Chan picked up on that quicker than you had. You tried to hide it, not wanting to face it, to concern anyone; convincing yourself that either you’d fix it, or eventually, time would. But Chan was Chan. And when you were going through it, so was he. 

Chan laughed weakly, brushing your cheek and pressing his forehead to yours. 

The man who’s sung at countless weddings and wrote the most heartfelt breakup song is now about to start his own family.

This is such a great way to start 2020. I’m so happy for Jongdae and his fiancée. I hope for nothing but good health and happiness for them and their child.

That kiddo is gonna grow up with the most supportive father and uncles (and also the loudest but they do it with love lol)

Congratulations Jongdae!!

We all know he’s gonna be the best dad and husband.

Optional Bias (based on “Adrenaline” by Lauv)

Word Count: 700 words

A long sigh escaped his lips as he fell backward onto the unfamiliar hotel bed. ‘Home’ was a word that he could rarely use. His life was non-stop – travel, rehearse, perform, eat, sleep (if he had time left), repeat. His body always craved one thing when he was any amount of miles away from home.

You. Home.

He craved you. The way you smiled whenever the two of you were together, how you curled into him whenever he held you close, how your body moved under his fingers, the feeling of your skin; your lips against his. All of you. It didn’t matter if he was awake or asleep. You consumed his thoughts, your silhouette the only thing he could see when he closed his eyes. The way you swam through his mind amazed him.

You were an angel wrapped in sin; the one thing that could put him back together or make him fall apart...And he loved it.

He wondered what you were doing right now; the last words that had left those sinful lips haunted him. “Am I going to have to handle myself all alone?” you’d asked him, “am I allowed to… without you?”

A shiver ran down his spine, skin prickled with goosebumps at the sinful meaning those few words held. Lust flowed through his veins thinking of your last couple of days together, satisfying each other in ways neither of you had been able to alone. The pair of you were wild, working each other up, searing touches, prolonged teasing, he could almost taste you. His hand slowly moved down his body, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. He longed to hear your moans as he slowly palmed himself. His head fell back, lips parted as he thought about how you handled him oh-so-perfectly.

Shedding as much clothing that he could, he brought a trembling hand towards his arousal, slowing moving up and down in an attempt to mimic you. Rushed hands weren’t the same as the composure you had. His other hand ran back up his toned body, tugging on his hair the way you did when everything got a touch too much. His hips bucked into his hand. His hand moved quicker along his thick shaft, the friction a pleasurable release.

But it wasn’t enough.

His eyes closed, his hand tugged faster. Faster. Tracing the underside, running over the veins, mimicking your tongue. A breathy moan surpassed his lips. The hand that had been gripping his hair tightly moved down his body to his balls, fondling them in ways he could only visualise you doing. He groaned. His hips moving to their own accord, fucking his hand as if it were you. He slowed himself, crumbling under his own control, thumbing his engorged tip, miserably attempting to imitate you.

Broken moans of your name fell past his lips as his head dropped, chest heaving – trying to regain the air knocked out of his lungs by pure pleasure. His hand wrapped around his painfully hard cock, setting a mind-blowing pace to find that sweet release.

He thought he heard a knock at the door, or maybe that was just how loud his heart was beating. His head was spinning; drowning in a pool of pleasure. The echo of his own moans in the empty room spurred him onwards, pumping himself quicker.

He finally snapped.

His back arched upward, mouth fell open as incoherent moans of your name left his lips. His vision hazed, blurred and white, adrenaline buzzing through his veins, pure pleasure coursing through his body. He fell back, one final “fuck” slipping away from him before his stomach was covered in his own release. Panting, he reached for a tissue, his hands still shaking from his orgasm. The unmistakable smell of desire in the air as he cleaned up, relaxing back into the bed.

A relentless buzzing brought his euphoric mind back to harsh reality. Your Caller ID flashed on the screen, artificially replicating how you lit room. A smirk painted his glowing face. Picking up, his previous dirty thoughts re-entered his mind.

“Hello?” he rasped out, automatically smiling when he heard your voice.

The rain beat steadily against the window, the world beyond it is dark and cold. You snuggled further into Kyungsoo’s chest, his warm embrace paired with the plush blankets proving to be enough to make you more than drowsy. Kyungsoo brushed his fingers lightly over your temple, trailing them over your ear and down your neck, pressing a kiss against the top of your head.

“Don’t want you to leave...” you whispered, not able to bring yourself to the reality that he wouldn’t be around for a long time. Too long, in your opinion.

He chuckled, “You think I’m willingly doing this? I’m gonna miss you so much, sweetheart. I don’t wanna go either, but I have to.”

You whimpered, now struggling to keep yourself awake, wanting to spend as much time with him as you could before he was gone.

Kyungsoo tilted your head back, kissing you sweetly. “I love you. And I know it seems like it’ll be forever, but it’s only 2 years. I’m enlisting, not dying.”

You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips. “I know.” You pecked his full lips. “I love you too.”

“I know you know.” Kyungsoo tightened his embrace, engraving this moment into his mind. Your eyelids grew heavy, as sleep enveloped you both.

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What’s beautiful is always precious. Even if it stays for a moment and goes far away later. The eyes of my heart fill up the ordinary moments, as if it’s always looking.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───