Bangchan already knew this night was going to drag.

The studio felt way too quiet.He sighed, leaning back in his chair for a second before running a hand through his hair.

Chan hated working this late again.

He had sent Jisung home because his snoring was getting too loud in the studio. He let Changbin go because he wouldn’t stop whining about being hungry. So now it was just Chan.

And god, he was so pent up again tonight.

He dropped to the floor and did some push-ups while listening to the track. Then he got up and jogged around the studio room for a bit, but nothing helped.

When he sat down again, slightly out of breath, he decided that what he needed right now was probably a different kind of letting off steam.

He grabbed his phone and opened that one forbidden site he had discovered recently. Hell, he didn’t even know why he kept going back to it.

He scrolled through the live videos until one caught his eye.

A beautiful girl.

Well—beautiful body. He couldn’t see her face at all.

He clicked on the video.

It loaded, and then he heard her voice.

Damn it… she had a pretty voice.

“Hi CB97, thank you for joining…”

Chan immediately turned red and turned the volume down.

She waited. She wore lingerie and in her hand was a little remote. “The first person to send me some money will be the one who get‘s to choose the first vibrator setting,” she said. 

Chan bit his lip hard, his heart pounding as he stared at the screen. She sat back and spread her legs wide, the crotchless panties framing her smooth pussy perfectly.

The little vibrator was nestled deep inside her, buzzing faintly already.

Chan was fucking pathetic when he hit send, his cock twitching in his pants just from the sight.

“You can choose between 1 and 14 ….. be gentle with me…,” she purred, her voice husky.

Chan opened the chat with shaky fingers and typed in a 3.

She giggled softly, her hips shifting. “You are my new favourite Viewer.” She clicked the remote to 3, and a low hum filled the stream. Her pussy lips quivered as the vibrations pulsed gently against her clit from inside, and she let out a soft moan, her thighs trembling slightly.

Chan felt his cock swell hard against his zipper, the tip already leaking pre-cum into his boxers.

The next viewer jumped in quick, sending money and typing “5”. She cranked the remote up, the buzz growing stronger, making her back arch as the toy thrummed deeper into her wet folds.

She spread her legs even wider, her glistening pussy on full display, juices starting to drip down her inner thighs. “Mmm, that feels so good,” she whispered, biting her lip.

Another viewer sent a bigger tip. “Show us your tits pretty girl,” they demanded. She moaned louder, the vibrations making her squirm, and grabbed her lace bra, yanking it down to let her full, perky tits bounce free. Her nipples were hard, begging to be sucked.

Chan couldn't hold back anymore. His hand dove into his pants, wrapping around his throbbing cock as he pulled it out, the veiny shaft hot and pulsing in his grip. He started stroking slowly at first, his fist sliding up and down the length, smearing the slick pre-cum over the swollen head with each pump.

Precum beaded at the slit, and he groaned quietly in his dark room, eyes glued to her writhing body. He sent more money, his other hand flying across the keyboard: “10”.

“Oh you are a naughty man,” the girl mumbled, her voice breathy and teasing. He still didn’t see her face but he could hear her smiling, feel the heat in her words.

She twisted the remote to 10, and the vibrator roared to life inside her, slamming intense waves against her g-spot.

Her pussy clenched visibly around the toy, more wetness gushing out as she bucked her hips, tits jiggling with every jolt. “Fuck, yes... harder...,” she gasped, fingers digging into her thighs. Chan's strokes sped up, his hand flying faster over his cock, balls tightening as he watched her lose control, imagining that buzzing heat milking him instead.

  ───୨ৎ───

Oh, he was ashamed.

Deeply ashamed.

Chan didn’t listen to Felix explaining to Hyunjin how the new camera worked, didn’t listen to Seungmin asking Changbin to massage his shoulders, didn’t listen to anything, really.

He just stared down at his feet in the dressing room, unusually silent.

“Ahh hyung, why are you so quiet?” Jisung asked loudly.

Way too loud for Chan’s liking.

“Just thinking about the new album,” Chan mumbled.

Lie.

A horrible, pathetic lie.

He didn’t even dare to open his phone.

God.

He had paid a woman last night.

Paid.

For that.

He was such a fake Feminist.

Chan squeezed his eyes shut for a second.

He was raised better than this, right…?

Right??

He dragged a hand down his face, sinking further into his seat like he could disappear into the floor.

The door suddenly opened.

Chan looked up.

Their new PR girl walked in.

“I need two of you for a TikTok in ten minutes, is that possible?” she asked, her voice a little nervous.

Y/N.

She was shy. Everyone knew that.

But she got her work done.

And she was—

Chan blinked.

—really pretty.

He immediately looked away.

Stop it.

You don’t deserve to think that.

You literally paid a girl on the internet yesterday, what is wrong with you?

“Get a grip,” he muttered under his breath.

Before he could stop himself, Chan slapped his own cheek.

The room went quiet.

“…Are you okay?” Felix asked, looking genuinely concerned.

Chan sighed and nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

Totally not fine.

Y/N bit her lip, slightly awkward now, and lifted her phone again.

“Boys, I really need two of yo—”

“We’ll do it,” Hyunjin cut in, grabbing Felix’s hand and raising it.

Felix blinked. “Wait—”

Too late.

Y/N smiled, clearly relieved. “Thank you!”

She turned to leave, but just before she stepped out, her eyes flickered over to Chan for a brief second.

He froze.

Then the door closed.

Chan dropped his head into his hands.

Oh, this was bad.

This was really bad.

───୨ৎ───

But he was not immune to the temptation of that camgirl.

Not at all.

He found himself on her page every single night for two weeks straight. It was like a routine now. Finish work, go home, sit in the dark, open that site.

He couldn’t help himself.

“Hi, my sweet boy,” her sultry voice always said whenever he joined.

Every. Single. Time.

And every time, his stomach flipped like an idiot.

He was her highest payer.

That alone made him want to crawl into a hole and disappear.

He had tried—once—to pay double just to see her face. Just once. Just to get it out of his system.

But she was strict about it.

Secretive.

One viewer had asked her before.

“I can’t….. i…. have a day job… with a reputation… they just don’t pay me well,” she had said casually, already pulling out new lingerie to try on for them like it was nothing.

Like this was normal.

Like he was normal.

Chan pressed his lips together at the memory.

  ───୨ৎ───

Chan was at the soundcheck for the show they were performing later that day.

The stage lights were too bright, the music too loud, everything too much.

His phone vibrated in his hand.

He frowned and pulled it out.

A mail?

On his secret mail account?

Chan’s stomach dropped.

He looked around quickly before opening it.

It was her.

His face went pale.

“I usually never offer this. But would you want a one-on-one stream? I see you and you see me. You pay per 5 minutes and we don’t reveal our identities. I promise. I just have the feeling that you’ll want it… need it even… You can think about it <3”

Chan just stared at the screen.

Speechless.

Heart pounding way too fast for something like this.

“Chan, please take your phone down.”

Her voice snapped him out of it.

He looked up.

Y/N was standing a few meters in front of him, already holding up her phone.

Chan quickly locked his screen and lowered his hand.

She took a photo for the Stray Kids Instagram story.

“Handsome,” she muttered quietly to herself, smiling at the picture.

Chan let out a small, awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

“Ah… thanks.”

She nodded slightly and walked away, already pulling out her personal phone.

For a second, Chan’s eyes followed her.

She stopped near the side of the stage and checked something—her emails, maybe.

Her expression changed almost instantly.

A small frown.

Disappointment.

Then she sighed and locked her phone again.

Chan frowned slightly without realizing it.

He didn’t like that look on her.

She looked prettier when she smiled.

Chan blinked.

Then immediately looked away.

What the hell was wrong with him?

───୨ৎ───

He actually did think about it.

A lot more than he should have.

For days.

Every night, every quiet moment, every time he opened his phone and saw that email still sitting there.

But he didn’t answer.

Not until—

They won.

Album of the year.

The cheers, the lights, the adrenaline—it was too much, too overwhelming, too good.

Chan was buzzing.

High on it.

High on everything.

And suddenly, all that hesitation?

Gone.

There was no holding back anymore.

He was sitting in the van, still laughing with the others, trophy somewhere between them, when he grabbed his phone.

Euphoric.

Reckless.

He opened the mail and typed without thinking twice.

“Babe, I’ll pay you per MINUTE. When do you want me?”

Send.

Chan leaned his head back against the seat, grinning to himself, staring out of the window, completely lost in his own world.

Not noticing—

That a phone next to the driver’s seat, right in front of all the boys…

Vibrated.

  ───୨ৎ───

 Back at the dorm, Chan barely made it inside.

“Hyung, goodni—”

The door to his room slammed shut before Jeongin could even finish.

Chan didn’t care.

His heart was racing again.

His phone vibrated.

He didn’t even sit down, just unlocked it immediately.

“I could get ready in 20 minutes.💋”

Chan let out a breathless laugh.

“Fuck, yeah…”

His fingers moved quickly.

“See you then.”

He tossed his phone onto the bed, running both hands through his hair, pacing his room once, twice.

Trying to calm down.

Failing.

Completely.

  ───୨ৎ───

He got out of the shower just in time. He got on the site. Logged in. And there she was.

Her camera went on, angled perfectly to show her body from the neck down—no face, just the enticing curves he'd clicked into this private session for.

Chan sat on his desk chair. Nothing behind him that could reveal that he was Bang Chan from Stray Kids.

Water droplets still clung to his trained muscular body, fresh from the shower, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

“Hi big guy“ she purred, her voice sultry and anonymous through the speakers.

Chan felt his cock twitch and harden instantly at the mystery of her. “Hi gorgeous“ he replied, his gaze devouring the screen.

She wore a dark red set, crotchless as always, fuck, it drove him wild. Her thighs looked inviting, her posture teasing even from this hidden angle.

“You look so fucking hot“ she said, her tone dripping with hunger. “Show me that pretty cock so I can match it with the right toy“

Chan didn't hesitate, yanking the towel free to reveal his thick, veined length springing up, already half-hard and heavy against his abs.

She let out a soft whimper that sent a jolt straight to his balls. “Do you like what you see?“ he asked, wrapping his hand around the base and giving it a slow stroke, watching pre-cum pearl at the tip.

“Oh fuck yes“ she breathed, the sound raw and needy. She reached off-screen and pulled out a dildo that mirrored his cock perfectly—long, girthy, with realistic ridges and a flared head that promised to stretch her wide.

This was his private show; she didn't do toys like this on her public streams.

“This big one's just for you“ she teased, laying back on her massive bed, the sheets rumpling under her. She started by trailing her fingers down her body, dipping into the slick heat of her exposed pussy, spreading her lips to show how wet she already was.

The crotchless lingerie framed her like a gift, the red lace hugging her hips and barely containing her full breasts. “Turn around first—I need to see that ass“ Chan growled, his hand pumping his cock steadily now, the wet slap echoing in his room.

She complied without a word, flipping onto her knees and arching her back, presenting her round cheeks to the camera.

He groaned as she slapped her ass hard, the flesh jiggling enticingly, red blooming on her skin.

She spread her cheeks wide, giving him a glimpse of her tight pussy and the puckered hole above, before turning back and positioning the dildo at her entrance.

Her fingers wrapped around the base, lifting it like an offering as she brought it to her mouth first.

She rubbed the tip against her lips, parting them to let her tongue flick out and lap at the head, swirling wet circles that made it shine. “Mmm, gonna make this taste like your cock“ she murmured, her voice husky as she pressed her mouth down, sucking the shaft deep.

Her cheeks hollowed with each bob, saliva dripping messily down the length, coating it thoroughly in her spit.

She deepthroated it with ease, gagging softly for effect, her throat working around the thickness while her free hand kneaded her breast through the lace.

Chan's strokes quickened, his muscular chest heaving as water trailed down to his V-line, mixing with the pre-cum leaking over his knuckles.

The sight of this faceless stranger worshipping a toy version of him was intoxicating—pure, anonymous filth. “Fuck, that's perfect. Now rub it on your pussy and slide it in deep“ he commanded, his voice rough with need.

She pulled the dildo free with a wet pop, strings of her saliva stretching between her lips and the toy. She teased the slick head along her folds, parting them to reveal her swollen clit and the creamy arousal coating her inner thighs.

She pushed it in slowly, her pussy lips blooming around the girth, stretching taut as she took the first few inches. “Oh shit, it's splitting me open“ she gasped, her hips rolling to work more inside, the toy disappearing inch by veiny inch until her ass rested against her hand.

She started thrusting it with purpose, her walls clenching visibly around it, juices squelching out with every plunge. Her hand moved faster, fucking herself harder, the base slapping against her clit on each downstroke.

To amp it up, she reached up and tugged the lace cups of her lingerie down, freeing her heavy tits.

They spilled out, nipples dark and pebbled, bouncing wildly as she rammed the dildo deeper.

“Look at these tits bouncing for you“ she panted, cupping them and squeezing, pinching the nipples until they ached.

Chan leaned in, his cock throbbing in his fist, the veins bulging as he matched her rhythm. Her breasts jiggled hypnotically with every forceful pump, the dildo pistoning in and out of her sopping pussy, making obscene, wet sounds that filled the call.

She twisted the toy inside, grinding it against her sensitive spots, her body arching off the bed as pleasure coiled tight in her core.

The heat built relentlessly; she shifted positions, straddling the dildo now, mounting it like she would him.

On her knees, she lowered herself onto the full length, her pussy engulfing it completely, tits swaying pendulously as she began to ride. Up and down she went, slow at first to savor the stretch, then faster, her ass cheeks slapping against the base with each descent.

Her hands braced on her thighs, she rode hard, the toy bottoming out inside her, her walls fluttering around it.

Sweat beaded on her skin, making the red lingerie cling transparently to her curves, her exposed breasts heaving and slapping together with the force of her movements.

Chan's abs tightened, his free hand gripping the desk as he jerked off furiously, the tip of his cock flushed dark and slick. This stranger's body was a masterpiece of motion—faceless but utterly devoted to pleasuring him through the screen.

“Ride it harder, make those tits bounce like you want my cum all over them“ he urged, his breath ragged.

She moaned loudly, obliging by slamming down repeatedly, the dildo squelching deep, her pussy creaming around it in thick rivulets that soaked her thighs.

She leaned back slightly, one hand reaching to spread her lips wider, showing him how the toy stretched her, while the other tweaked her nipple, pulling it taut.

The intensity peaked; her rides turned frantic, hips grinding in circles to hit every angle, her body trembling on the edge. “I'm so close—gonna soak this thing thinking of your cock“ she cried, her voice breaking into desperate whines.

Chan felt his balls draw up, the pressure unbearable. “Cum for me, show me how you squirt on it“ he demanded, his strokes blurring.

She shattered first, riding down hard one last time, her pussy convulsing wildly around the dildo as she gushed, clear fluids spraying out around the base, drenching the sheets.

That pushed him over—Chan's orgasm ripped through him, hot ropes of cum erupting from his cock, painting his hand, abs, and even splattering the desk as he groaned low and primal.

They both caught their breath, the air thick with satisfaction. She slowly lifted off the toy, her pussy gaping and pulsing, a trail of her release dripping down.

After the orgasm glow ended, the room fell into a heavy silence.

Chan was still trying to catch his breath, staring at the ceiling like his brain hadn’t caught up to what had just happened yet.

Y/N moved first.

“I—uh—I’m just gonna… clean up,” she mumbled, voice small again, like that confident tone from before had completely disappeared.

She reached to the side, grabbing for some tissues, still a little shaky.

And then—

Her phone slipped.

It hit the surface with a loud thud, tilting forward.

“Fuck—!” she yelped in shock.

Chan flinched at the sudden noise, his own phone slipping down.

It fell.

For a split second, everything froze.

Then—

The screens adjusted.

The cameras shifted.

And suddenly—

They were looking at each other.

Not silhouettes.

Not shadows.

Not usernames.

Real.

Chan’s breath got stuck in his throat.

His eyes widened in pure horror as he stared at the screen.

At her.

At—

His PR manager.

Y/N.

“Oh my God—!” Y/N screamed, scrambling back, nearly knocking something else over.

Chan didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Well… fucking hell.

Chan sat stiffly in the meeting room, that room where the air always felt too cold and too heavy at the same time. The long table stretched in front of him, water bottles untouched, notebooks open just for show. Their label manager stood at the very front, talking and talking—something about schedules, promotions, numbers. Always numbers.

“We will need stronger promotion for the new album… maybe something trending on TikTok… and I expect a better result than what we got from the last PR manager during the previous comeback.”

Y/N looked up at that. Just for a second. Her pen paused mid-scribble before she straightened slightly.

“Yes, sir. I’ll do my best,” she said quietly.

Then her gaze dropped again, and she continued writing, like she could hide inside her notebook if she tried hard enough.

Chan swallowed hard. His jaw tightened as he bit down on his lip, way too hard, to the point where he was pretty sure he tasted blood. He didn’t dare look at her again. Not directly. Not for longer than a second.

Because every time he did, it came rushing back.

He could feel Changbin staring at him from the side. Not subtle at all. Of course not. Changbin noticed everything.

Chan shifted in his chair, fingers tapping lightly against the table, trying to focus on literally anything else—the manager’s voice, the buzzing lights, the stupid pattern in the carpet.

Anything but her.

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Later, in the studio, the atmosphere was completely different—but somehow worse.

It was quieter. More personal.

Too much space to think.

Too much space for Changbin invading his thoughts. 

Changbin dropped into the chair beside him, spinning it slightly before leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

“So… what’s up with you?” he asked, eyes narrowing just a bit. “You’ve been weird all day.”

Chan didn’t even look up, just kept clicking through settings on the recording console, pretending to be busy.

“This comeback is just… stressing me out,” he muttered.

Flat. Too flat.

Changbin raised an eyebrow immediately. He wasn’t buying it. Not even a little.

“Yeah,” he said slowly, dragging the word out. “Sure.”

Silence stretched between them for a moment, filled only by the quiet hum of the equipment.

Chan exhaled through his nose, shoulders tense.

Because that wasn’t the truth. Not even close.

The truth was so much worse.

Embarrassing. Messed up. Completely out of line.

His grip tightened on the edge of the console.

Because all he could think about—no matter how hard he tried not to—was her.

Y/N.

And the way she rode a fucking Dildo.

Fuck.

Heat rushed up his neck at the memory, his jaw clenching as he squeezed his eyes shut for half a second.

He just couldn’t unsee it.

The way she moved. The sounds. The way she looked completely different from the quiet, professional girl sitting in that meeting room earlier.

It messed with his head.

Badly.

Chan let out a quiet curse under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair before forcing himself to focus again. His fingers hovered over the controls before he pressed a few buttons, adjusting levels that didn’t even need adjusting.

Anything to keep his mind busy.

Anything to drown it out.

But it didn’t work.

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Well… at least the gym existed.

It was the only place where Chan could shut his brain up for more than five seconds.

The familiar burn in his muscles, the weight of the bar in his hands, the sound of metal clinking—it grounded him. Forced him back into his body instead of his head.

He pushed the weights up with a sharp exhale, arms straining, jaw tight. One rep. Two. Three.

Across the room, Hyunjin was working out too—if you could even call it that. Chan let out a quiet huff of amusement, shaking his head slightly as he watched Felix casually lean over, way too close, saying something that made Hyunjin break into that soft, distracted smile.

Chan snorted under his breath.

“This little shit is just there to distract him,” he muttered to himself, a small grin tugging at his lips.

For a second, things felt normal again.

He pushed the weights up once more, focusing on the rhythm, the strain, the way his arms started to tremble.

Then the door opened.

Chan froze mid-movement.

Voices. Familiar ones.

He set the weights back into place a little too quickly, sitting up as his eyes flicked toward the entrance—

Han.

Their label manager.

And—

Fuck.

Y/N.

His stomach dropped instantly.

She didn’t even look at him.

Not once.

Actually—no, that wasn’t new. She hadn’t looked at him properly in a week. Ever since… yeah. Ever since.

“Chan, get here,” the manager called, already walking further into the room.

Chan let out a quiet sigh, dragging a towel over his face before standing up. His body still felt hot from the workout, but now it had nothing to do with the gym.

As he walked over, he noticed Y/N immediately—how stiff she stood, how her fingers fumbled with her work phone like she didn’t quite know what to do with herself.

Nervous.

Way too nervous.

“She’ll be filming some gym content for the next few days,” the manager said, glancing between them. “Stays love that kind of thing. Just—make sure you look decent.”

And just like that, he turned and walked out again, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb and left.

Great.

Han mumbled something about getting back to his set and slipped away too, leaving the two of them standing there.

Alone.

Silence.

Heavy. Awkward. Suffocating.

Y/N still wouldn’t look at him.

Chan pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly as if that would somehow fix the situation.

“Do you… want me to just—” he started, gesturing vaguely toward the equipment.

She nodded quickly. Too quickly.

“Yeah—just… do your thing. I’ll film,” she said, voice quiet, almost rushed, her eyes glued to her phone screen like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Chan hesitated for half a second before nodding.

“Right.”

He turned, walking back to his spot, trying to ignore the weird tension crawling under his skin as she positioned herself behind the camera.

He sat down, hands resting on his thighs for a moment before reaching for the weights again.

“Can I ask you something?”

Her voice cut through the noise, softer this time. Careful.

Chan looked up.

And fuck.

That was a mistake.

Because now he was actually looking at her—really looking—and it hit him all over again. The way she stood there, a little unsure, biting the inside of her cheek.

She looked… nothing like the version burned into his brain.

She was way more Beautiful.

And somehow that made it worse.

“Yeah?” he said, quieter now.

She swallowed, her grip tightening around her phone.

“Can you… just keep it to yourself?” she asked, the words coming out in a rush. “I promise I won’t tell anyone anything either, I just— I really need this job. It’s the best one I can get right now, and I need the money from… from the other one too…”

Her voice wavered at the end, and she quickly looked down again, blinking a little too fast.

And that’s when Chan realized—

She thought he’d expose her.

That he’d use it against her.

Something in his chest twisted.

He straightened immediately, glancing around out of instinct, lowering his voice.

“Hey—no. I’m not gonna tell anyone anything,” he said, firm but gentle. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

He paused for a second, softer now.

“Seriously. I’m not an asshole.”

Her shoulders dropped just a little, like she’d been holding that tension in for days.

Chan rubbed the back of his neck, exhaling quietly.

Yeah, he was embarrassed as hell.

Confused. Messed up over it.

But he wasn’t going to ruin her life over it.

Not even close.

She spent the rest of the day behind the camera.

Filming him.

Listening to him.

Every strained breath, every low groan when he pushed through another rep, every quiet curse under his breath when the weight got heavier—it all got picked up by her phone.

And she hated how much her body reacted to it.

It didn’t make sense. It really didn’t. This was Chan— technically her boss right now—and yet every sound, every flex of his arms, the way his shirt clung slightly to his skin… it all got under her skin in a way she couldn’t ignore.

She swallowed hard, shifting her weight slightly, forcing herself to focus on the screen. Angles. Lighting. Framing. Anything professional.

Anything but the way her stomach kept tightening for no reason.

Get it together.

By the time she finally lowered her phone, the gym had gone quiet.

The others had already left one by one—laughing, talking, grabbing their things—until it was just… them.

Chan set the weights down with a soft thud, rolling his shoulders before grabbing his towel. He wiped his face, slightly out of breath, before glancing over at her.

“How does it look on camera?” he asked, walking over.

Her throat felt weirdly dry.

“Oh—uh, yeah. I think I got some really good angles,” she said quickly, stepping closer and holding up her phone.

He leaned in beside her.

Too close.

She could feel the warmth coming off him, could smell that faint mix of detergent and sweat, and it made her brain short-circuit for a second.

Focus.

Chan took the phone, casually swiping through the clips. His expression stayed neutral, focused—but she could barely even see the screen anymore.

Because she was suddenly very aware of everything.

She was so Horny she felt DIZZY.

Her pulse. Her breathing. The fact that she needed to calm down immediately before it became obvious.

Where the hell was this even coming from?

She took a slow breath in, then another, forcing her shoulders to relax.

“These look good…” Chan muttered, still scrolling. “Not sure if Stays will love it, though.”

“They will,” she said a little too quickly, then cleared her throat. “I mean—yeah. They will. I’ve seen fan pages on my personal TikTok. Trust me, this kind of content does really well.”

He glanced at her for a second at that.

Something unreadable in his expression.

“Same time tomorrow?” she added, softer now.

Chan nodded. “Yeah.”

A small silence settled again.

She shifted slightly, trying—really trying—to ease the tension that kept creeping back in.

“You’re… really consistent,” she said, attempting a light tone. “I wish I had that kind of gym motivation.”

Chan looked at her properly this time.

Not just a glance.

And it made her heart skip in the most annoying way.

“Well,” he said slowly, tilting his head just a little, “bring some gym clothes tomorrow. I’ll show you.”

She blinked. “I don’t think I’m allowed—this is your—”

“You are if I say so.”

It caught her off guard completely.

Before she could even respond, he tapped lightly against the Stray Kids sign on the door as he passed, like that alone explained everything—then pushed it open.

And just like that, he was gone.

The door shut behind him with a soft click.

Y/N stood there for a moment, still holding her phone, staring at nothing.

Then she let out a slow breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding.

“…What the hell is happening,” she whispered to herself.

Because there was no way—

no actual way—

that this was what her life had turned into.

───୨ৎ────────୨ৎ───────୨ৎ───

She pushed the gym door open.

No hesitation this time.

Jeongin didn’t even flinch when she walked in on him standing shirtless in front of the mirror, turning slightly as he flexed like he was checking every possible angle. Changbin stood behind Hyunjin, spotting him while he struggled with a heavier set, muttering encouragement. Felix was on the floor nearby, doing push-ups—completely in his own world, softly singing to himself between breaths to train for the stage.

It was… normal.

Comfortably chaotic.

And then there was Chan.

Sitting on the bench, exactly where he always was.

He looked up the moment she stepped in—

—and for the first time, it threw him off.

Not just a little.

Actually.

His gaze dropped before he could stop himself.

Leggings.

Of course she’d wear leggings to the gym.

But these—

they fit her like they were made for her. Every line, every curve, nothing hidden, nothing left to the imagination.

Chan swallowed, his grip tightening slightly on the edge of the bench.

Through the mirror, he caught Jeongin noticing too—his eyes flicking toward her reflection for just a second too long.

Chan’s jaw ticked.

Y/N, completely aware now, awkwardly zipped her jacket up a little higher, like that would somehow fix anything. Then she lifted her phone, clearing her throat softly.

“Let’s go?” she said, trying to sound normal.

Chan looked at her for a second longer—

then smiled, slow and unreadable, before reaching up and pulling his tank top off in one smooth motion.

Her brain short-circuited.

“Well—fuck me,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

Silence.

Then her own gasp hit her a second too late.

Chan let out a quiet snort, clearly amused.

“Maybe later,” he said casually, already reaching for the weights.

That did not help.

At all.

She just stood there for a second, completely thrown, before forcing herself to move—stepping behind him, opening the camera, focusing.

Work.

Just work.

In the background, the others started wrapping up. One by one, they drifted out—Changbin first, then Jeongin. Hyunjin lingered just long enough to grab Felix by the waist, pulling him along with a quiet laugh as Felix protested half-heartedly.

Y/N quickly angled the camera away.

Yeah. Not filming that.

She refocused on Chan instead—his back, the way his muscles moved under his skin with every rep, controlled, steady, focused.

She swallowed again.

When he finally stopped, she stopped the recording too.

Silence settled.

Again.

“Are you a weight lifter?” Chan asked, glancing back at her.

“Not really…” she admitted.

A pause.

Then—

“Do you want to try?”

Her first instinct was to say no.

Her second was to run.

But instead, she nodded.

“…Okay.”

Chan grabbed his tank top and pulled it back on, like he needed that layer again.

“You should take off the jacket,” he added, voice more neutral now. “Easier to move.”

She hesitated for half a second—then nodded, reaching for the zipper.

She pulled it down slowly.

Chan regretted suggesting that immediately.

Because the tank top she had on underneath—

Yeah.

That wasn’t helping him think straight.

At all.

“Sit,” he said, a little too quickly.

She did.

He adjusted the weights, making them lighter, then stepped closer—guiding her hands into position.

“Like this… yeah.”

His voice dropped slightly without him noticing.

Her fingers brushed against his for a second, and it sent something sharp up her spine.

She glanced up at him through her lashes—

—and he licked his lips absentmindedly, eyes fixed on her for just a fraction too long.

Her brain went blank.

Right.

Weights.

Focus.

She lifted.

It was heavier than she expected.

A small sound slipped out of her before she could stop it, and she quickly lowered the bar again, breathing a little harder now.

“That was good,” Chan said quietly.

Then—without thinking—

“Don’t give up. Come on, gorgeous—”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Too late.

The word hung in the air between them.

Chan bit down on his tongue, like he could physically take it back.

But he couldn’t.

And now they were both very, very aware of it.

Chan had always been careful.

Too careful, some would say.

NDAs, boundaries, rules stacked on top of rules—he made sure everything was controlled, clean, safe. Not just for himself, but for the boys too. No scandals, no risks, no stupid mistakes.

He’d never slipped.

Never even come close.

Until now.

Because this—whatever this was—felt different. Messier. Harder to control. Like something that kept slipping through his fingers no matter how tightly he tried to hold onto it.

“Did you… stream last night?”

The question came out more hesitant than he intended.

Y/N froze for a second.

Then color rushed to her cheeks.

“No… I haven’t since…” she trailed off, her gaze dropping for a moment—then, without meaning to, drifting over him. His arms. His chest.

“…since the call.”

Chan’s jaw tightened slightly.

“Why?”

A small pause.

Then, quieter—

“I felt ashamed.”

That made him look at her properly.

“Of what?”

She swallowed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her tank top.

“Of what I do…” she murmured. “It’s… a terrible thing.”

Chan frowned immediately, shaking his head a little.

“You didn’t have much of a choice,” he said, voice low but firm. “The pay here isn’t exactly great either. I’m sorry.”

Her eyes flicked back up to him at that, something conflicted in her expression.

“Well… it’s not really something I can explain away easily,” she said softly. “If I ever meet someone… a man… and I have to tell him what I do…”

Chan straightened slightly at that.

“If he thinks less of you for it,” he said, without hesitation, “then he’s not the right one.”

She hesitated.

There was something else on her mind—something she almost said, then stopped herself.

“…Would—” she started, then cut herself off.

Chan tilted his head slightly.

“Would you what?”

She looked down again, playing with the fabric like it suddenly became very interesting.

“Would you date a girl like that?” she asked quietly.

There it was.

Chan didn’t even need to think about it.

“I’d date a girl like that,” he said, just as quietly. “And I’d make sure she didn’t have to keep doing something that makes her feel like this.”

Her head lifted again, eyes searching his face like she was trying to figure out if he meant it.

He did.

But the moment stretched a second too long, the air shifting into something heavier again—so Chan cleared his throat lightly.

“Come here,” he said, changing direction. “Let me help you properly.”

She blinked, then nodded, scooting slightly forward on the bench like he asked.

Chan moved behind her.

Close.

Too close.

He sat down, his legs bracketing the bench on either side of her, steadying it as he leaned in just enough to guide her posture again.

“Back straight,” he murmured.

His hand hovered for a second before lightly adjusting her arm.

Professional.

That’s what this was supposed to be.

But the space between them felt anything but.

She could feel the warmth of him behind her, the solid presence, the way every small movement made her more aware of him.

And Chan—

Fuck these weights. 

"Your body is perfect," Chan mumbled. Her eyes fluttered.

"You are perfect…," he looked at her through the mirror in front of them.

"I still have you riding this dildo in my brain on loop. I keep replaying it mentally," he whispered. She felt the heat between her legs.

"Chan…,"

"Delete the account. Let me spoil you…. you won't have to worry about any type of bill ever again….," her eyes locked in on his.

"I need you….. I can't keep fighting against it. " he mumbled. He inhaled her scent.

"But what if your fans….,"

"Nobody will know anything, the company will protect you, I will, I will make sure nothing will happen, I promise you baby She leaned her head to the side. He kissed her neck. She closed her eyes. His hands grabbed her waist and he pulled her back closer to his chest.

Y/N moaned when he bit her neck and pressed his boner against her lower back. He continued kissing her more upwards and she turned her head enough for him to kiss her properly. Her tongue and his.

God, he was such a good kisser. His hand grabbed one of her tits through her top and groped them. He was so rough but soft at the same time. "Will you let me fuck you?" he asked between the kisses. "Mhmm…… yeah," she was so out of it already. Her brain full of only one thing.

Chan. Chan. Chan. Chan's cock….. His hand got down and spread her legs; she put either of them on one of his legs.

He held them wide and his hand grabbed her pussy through her leggings. "No underwear huh?" "Aesthetic purpose," she sighed. "Sure," he kissed her again. Then he pulled down the hem of her tank top. Her tits bounced free. "Been wanting to play with these ever since you tried that little bikini on that one stream," he said.

She smiled slightly as he played with her nipples. She looked in the mirror again.

Nobody ever told her that you'll get a confidence boost from looking at yourself being played with by Bang Chan. But here we are.

She could see a wet spot between her legs and blushed. "Take your leggings off," she put her legs together and did it so fast while he threw his top away.

He pulled her back in. Y/N was only wearing her tank top that looked like a belt from the way Chan pulled it down to see her tits. He made her legs go on his again to spread them again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck….," he took his finger and spread her pussy lips. Investigating it almost. "I don't think there could be a prettier pussy than yours.," she blushed.

He played with her pussy lips and she watched him.

Then he rubbed her clit and she bit back the moan. "Always wanted to know how good you feel…… looked so damn hard to stick a dildo in you," he pushed a finger in, she was so wet. And fuck. She was tight. "I need to put my dick in you holy shit," he moaned. She whimpered and nodded.

She felt him pushing down his pants enough. With ease he lifted her high enough for his tip to coat itself in her wetness. He rubbed his dick between her lips, watched it while he went up and down. She was a moaning mess. It slid so easily between her folds, and then without warning he slipped inside her.

She moaned out loud. He pulled out. The sound of her wetness and his cock filled the air. He only pulled out until the tip. He groaned when he slid inside again. Slowly at first. He pulled out again. "Baby you feel like heaven I need to be slow or else I will cum in a second," Chan moaned.

Her head fell back against him. He slid in again. Groaning again. Her walls stretched against him.

"How does it feel?" "So big," she babbled. "So big and thick," he started with a slow rhythm of fucking her. "You like that?" she nodded.

He played with her nipples again. Flicking them. She took his hand and slid it down her stomach. She watched it in the mirror while her head was still leaning against him. His big hand over her pussy while he slid in and out.

"Slap it," she breathed while moaning. He slapped her clit and she was almost drooling. He did it again. She tried her best to help him with riding and she let her body go forward. Her hands on the bench. She bounced on Chan's dick, made her ass twerk in front of him. And he couldn't resist slapping her ass now.

"God look at you, so happy that you're mine… this pussy won't stay unfucked for a long time," he fucked her hard watched her ass bounce even more. "Keep your eyes open," he spanked her harder and she looked at herself in the mirror. "Gonna cum Chan," she moaned between the thrusts.

"Yeah? Then do so come on baby," she rode him harder, lifted herself up again and Chan was fucking slamming into her.

Her eyes rolled back and she came hard.

Seconds after he felt himself pumping his seed into her. She tried to catch her breath.

Her back fell back against his chest and his dick slid out of her.

His cum pooling out of her gaping pussy. "Who will clean this up," she asked tiredly.

"I will….,"

Chan kissed her cheek.

Hyunjin was a romantic, he romanced the HELL out of his girlfriend. Y/N.

Which was insane. Unprofessional.

Because Y/N was his makeup artist.

Out of all people.

She went through THOUSANDS of interviews, THOUSANDS of background checks, she passed them all. This job? You earn it. You keep your head down, you stay professional, you don’t get involved.

Especially not with idols.

Especially not with him.

No charming idol could get through her. That was the whole point.

Right.

Right?

Oh no.

Hyunjin did it.

From the first moment he sat in her chair, looking up at her through the mirror.

She was not immune to the Hwang eyes.

Not when he held her gaze through the reflection a second too long. Not when he smiled like he knew exactly what he was doing. Not when he started talking to her—really talking to her—like she wasn’t just another staff member passing through his schedule.

And the worst part?

She had to touch him.

Every day.

Close enough to feel his breath when he leaned in just slightly. Close enough to notice every little expression, every tiny shift in his lips, his eyes—

Close enough to realize she was in serious trouble.

And that was how he got her.

So easily.

Like it was nothing.

He had her wrapped around his finger—and she loved every second of it.

Every look, every little smirk, every moment where he pushed just enough to make her lose composure for a split second. It was dangerous. It was stupid.

It was theirs.

She loved their relationship.

The secrecy of it.

The way no one knew, no one even suspected. To everyone else, she was just doing her job—focused, quiet, professional. Standing in front of him like it meant nothing, like her heart didn’t beat just a little faster when he looked at her like that.

Because if anyone found out, it would ruin everything.

Her reputation. Her career. The job she worked so hard for—gone.

And still…

She stayed.

Still let him get closer. Still let him look at her like she was more than just his makeup artist.

Still let him have her.

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Hyunjin was full of adrenaline. Fuck, he could feel his dick get hard.

He turned during his dancing and tugged his pants, trying not to let the fans see that he was rock hard on stage.

He turned again and while he danced, he tried to catch a glimpse of his girlfriend. Where... His eyes rushed from left to right from where he could see backstage.

She stood there in a short skirt, the makeup belt with brushes and fixing powder around her hips. He could feel his sweat melting the makeup off... Yes... a little retouch is what he needed.

She looked at him from backstage. He wore the black tank top that let his arms look muscular. She bit her lip.

She knew and suspected already that he wanted something by the way he was glancing at her.

He always had this face when he wanted it. She rubbed her thighs together. She looked around. Staff and technicians were too busy coordinating the fanmeet. She let one of her fingers between her legs.

She knew Hyunjin saw what she was doing right now.

She didn’t do too much, giving her clit a few circles, getting herself wetter... The moderator announced the five-minute break.

Hyunjin ran backstage. "I sweated all the makeup off," he said loudly and out of breath. He took her into a corner between clothing racks. "Let me put it in you," he mumbled. "Romantic," Y/N mumbled and got her brush out. "Baby, come on, quick fuck, I’m hard."

Y/N thought about it…. then she nodded, god she was too easy for her Boyfriend…., her fingers steadying on the powder compact as she popped it open with a soft click, the mirror angled just right in the dim corner.

Hyunjin's eyes burned into hers, while the backstage hummed with urgency: Felix lounged in the makeup chair mere feet away, his stylist spritzing his hair while he scrolled his phone, oblivious for now.

Staff voices called out timings, footsteps thudding close, cables snaking underfoot. Five minutes. That's all they had, but Hyunjin made it count.

He crowded her against the wall, his sweat-damp black tank top brushing her chest, those muscled arms caging her in. "Quick, baby," he murmured, voice rough with need, nipping her earlobe before yanking her short skirt higher.

His hand dove between her thighs, fingers confirming what her earlier clit circles promised—her pussy soaked, panties slick and shoved aside.

Y/N gasped, but her free hand lifted the powder puff, dabbing it lightly across his cheek, blending the sheen of sweat-melted foundation even as her hips tilted toward him.

Hyunjin groaned low, fumbling his zipper down. His long, fat cock sprang free, rigid and throbbing, the thick shaft veined and heavy, tip leaking pre-cum that smeared against her inner thigh.

He hooked her leg over his hip, lining up, and pushed in slow at first—inch by stretching inch, her tight walls parting around his girth.

Y/N's breath hitched, pussy clenching as he filled her completely, but she didn't drop the powder. Instead, she swiped the puff under his jawline, fixing the smudges while her other hand gripped his shoulder for balance.

"Fuck, you're tight," he whispered, eyes locked on hers, thumb tracing her lip in a lover's caress amid the filth. He started thrusting—deep, controlled rolls of his hips at first, savoring how her juices coated his cock, easing each plunge.

The corner offered scant cover; Felix laughed at something on his screen, chair swiveling their way for a heartbeat.

Y/N's heart raced, but she angled Hyunjin's face toward the light, brushing powder over his forehead with precise strokes, her pussy fluttering around his pounding length.

He picked up pace, hips snapping harder, balls slapping her ass with wet smacks that blended into the chaos.

Each thrust dragged his thick cock along her sensitive walls, the head nudging her cervix, sparking jolts of pleasure.

Y/N bit her lip, stifling moans, her brush now out—swirling blush on his cheeks while he fucked her relentlessly. "Hold still," she teased breathlessly, even as her free hand snuck down to circle her swollen clit, fingers slick with her arousal. Hyunjin's gaze softened, drinking her in, whispering, "You're perfect," between grunts, his hand cupping her breast through her top, pinching her nipple to make her arch.

Two minutes gone, timer ticking invisible in their veins.

He shifted, pinning her higher against the wall, her skirt bunched at her waist, makeup belt jangling with every brutal drive.

Staff passed yards away. The thrill made Y/N's pussy spasm, gripping him tighter.

She switched to the brush, feathering it over his brows to set the gel, her clit-rubbing frantic now, chasing the build. Hyunjin's free hand steadied her ass, fingers digging in as he ground deep, circling his hips to rub her g-spot raw.

"Look at me," he demanded softly, forehead to hers, breaths mingling hot and fast. She did, powder puff discarded momentarily as she smeared gloss on his lips with her thumb, then recaptured it to pat his T-zone.

His cock throbbed inside her, stretching her wide, veins pulsing against her clenching heat. Thrusts turned punishing—short, sharp jabs that made her toes curl, then long, slow withdrawals that left her empty before slamming back.

Cum from his tip mixed with her wetness, dripping down her thighs, the scent of sex cutting through makeup powders.

Felix stood suddenly, stretching, his eyes flicking their direction—close enough to hear the slick slide of Hyunjin's cock pistoning in and out.

Y/N froze mid-brush stroke, but Hyunjin didn't stop, thrusting harder, possessively, his mouth claiming hers in a deep kiss to muffle her whimper. Tongues battled as he fucked her through the stare, Felix smirking knowingly before wandering off.

The risk ignited them; Y/N's orgasm crashed first—pussy convulsing wildly, milking his shaft as she shuddered, fingers white-knuckled on the compact, a perfect powder layer now on Hyunjin's nose despite the chaos.

Hyunjin followed seconds later, burying deep with a choked groan, cock pulsing as he unloaded—thick jets of cum flooding her pussy, overflowing around his base, trickling warm down her legs.

He held her there, grinding through the spurts, lips brushing her temple in silent "I love you."

Four minutes.

He eased out slow, her stretched hole gaping, cum bubbling out. Zipping up swift, he straightened his tank, makeup flawless thanks to her steady hands.

"You're a miracle," he murmured, stealing one last kiss, eyes saying she was his heart, not just his release.

The break buzzer blared. Hyunjin stepped out casual, calling, "Makeup's on point, Y/N—thanks!"

Felix shot a grin from afar, in on the not-so-secret. Y/N smoothed her skirt, pussy still leaking his load, clutching the powder with a satisfied glow.