a/n: suprise @staylibrary i'm your writer for @districtninewriters's fic exchange event (winter falls) ! i hope you enjoy !! <3 also, this gif was made by @/lovestay-remade and i just edited it !
Something about winter, Christmas time, in particular, that seemed to bring out the inner romantic in you. Perhaps it was the fact that a multitude of couples seemed to come out of hibernation during these specific months, or maybe it was something inherently romantic about the first snowfall—whatever it was, for lack of a better word, this was the season where you grew almost unbearably lonely.
This feeling of loneliness could explain your current situation, finding yourself at a holiday party that you would have usually never gone to under normal circumstances. That’s how you found yourself, leaning against a wall in the living room, a cup of sparkling apple cider in your hand, watching as other partygoers were dancing merrily and laughing as the festive sound of Christmas music swirled in the air.
There was a second reason why you also attended this bore of a party, and it came in the form of a man named Bang Chan. Even in this small gathering of people, you could easily spot him, his dark hair and handsome features standing out easily from the crowd. He was chatting with Jisung, his hands animatedly flying around as he retold a story, causing a small smile to appear on your lips. As he could sense your gaze on him, his gaze immediately caught your own—his brown eyes twinkling as a smirk wormed its way onto his lips.
You couldn’t turn your eyes away from watching as his gaze dipped for a moment, excusing himself from his conversation with Jisung before grabbing his drink and making his way towards you. There was something mischievous about the smile on his lips, something that you couldn’t necessarily pinpoint. Still, it nevertheless caused a smile to grace your lips as well. Chan was a mere ten steps away from reaching you before another hand grasped his wrist, your greeting for him dying on your tongue before it could even escape past your lips. His gaze was immediately drawn away from you and onto her; you could immediately feel the way your whole body grew hot as you wanted nothing more than to tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you.
Her presence was nothing but a pure annoyance for you. It was apparent to you from the beginning that she had a crush on Chan, and in all honesty, you couldn’t blame her—he was stunning after all. Yet, the sole reason that she got on your nerves was due to the way she reeked of desperation. It followed her everywhere she went, the unparalleled foolishness that influenced every single one of her actions around the male. And you were absolutely sick of it.
You could practically smell her sickly sweet perfume from where you were standing, watching with your fists clenched as she batted her eyelashes at him while speaking. If looks could kill, she would have been dead on the spot. However, after taking a deep breath, you knew that Chan was his own person, and while it was unclear whether or not he liked her back—he was able to take care of himself.
Taking a sip of your cider, you leaned back against the wall, merely watching the scene unfold in front of you. That girl seemed to have him cornered as he indulged her in some small talk, as you watched waiting for his chance to escape. Yet, you could only see everything in slow motion. One minute she was caressing his arm, and the next minute she, was dangling a mistletoe between their two faces and pulling him into a kiss.
At that moment, all you could see was red.
“What the hell was that, Chan?”
You were practically sprinting up the stairs, your hand grasping onto his wrist like a vice as you dragged him to the second floor of the apartment. After opening the first door on the right—the bathroom—you pulled him inside behind you before releasing his arm from your grasp.
The door slammed closed loudly, and you angled your body to face him. Your breath came out in short little puffs, eyebrows furrowed, and arms crossed tightly over your chest. Taking a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to simmer your emotions, you meet his gaze with your fiery one; only then can you feel your feelings begin to boil once again.
“Me? What did I do wrong?” With his eyebrows raised and his voice raising slightly higher than usual, he stared back at you with a look of puzzlement on his face. For a moment, he paused, scratching his head, before he continued to speak. “I saw the mistletoe, and the next thing I know, she’s kissing me! I just followed the tradition, that’s all.”
Your eyes narrowed at his words, your lips setting into an even deeper frown.
“Following tradition? She’s liked you for months—she’s even the one who was dangling the stupid plant over your head!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air. “That was her plan all along, and you just went right along with it.”
“Well, what did you want me to do? Embarrass her in front of everyone; that’s a bit cruel don’t you think?” You could hear it in his voice, the way after every word, his lips began to curl around each syllable—his accent growing thicker as he continued to speak. “It was also just a peck! Why are you care about the people I kiss?”
The bitterness that emanated from the entire situation sat heavily at the back of your throat. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore; the emotions you tried so hard to control were beginning to spill over—influencing actions that you tried to suppress. And before you could stop yourself, you barred your soul to him.
“Why? Because I’m in love with you, okay? Is that enough of a reason for you?”
The silence in the room was deafening, and you could practically feel every pulse of your heart as it hammered against your chest. You were an idiot, a complete and utter dumbass. To make matters worse, there was this look that he was giving you, of what you could only deduce as pity, was absolutely revolting. And as soon as your walls fell, they were quickly rebuilt in a matter of seconds.
“You know what, just forget I said anything.”
Turning away from him, you reached forward to grab the door handle in front of you, opening the door and preparing your departure. However, you couldn’t even make it a step out of the room before the door was slammed promptly in your face once more. Whipping your head around so fast nearly gave you whiplash, your wide eyes coming face-to-face with Chan’s sheepish expression—his arm pressed casually against the door as he stood in front of you. There it was, that look again, the one that screamed at you to give up on this hopeless delusion and face the reality of the situation. You knew that to protect yourself and, more importantly, your heart, you should give up now. But, that all changed as the distance between your faces grew smaller.
His eyes softened under your gaze, any and all traces of his defensive demeanor vanishing in an instant, and all that was left was the Chan that you knew—the one that you fell in love with. At this moment, your faces are only millimeters apart, your back pressed against the back of the door with his chest pressed against your own. You were unsure if the hammering in your chest was due to your own heart beating erratically or his, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched his eyes flit down to your lips before meeting your gaze once more.
“Can I kiss you?”
A quick nod of your head was all it took before his lips collided with your own. And at that moment, you could swear that your entire body was ablaze. You could feel every subtle movement of his fingertips and the way they became tangled in your hair and the way his lips moved seamlessly against your own. Your entire body was buzzing, as if you were electrocuted, tingling from the sensations that only he could give you. And you couldn’t help but feel a bit breathless as he finally pulled his lips away.
You could practically drown in the softness that was pooling in his eyes. His apology was almost written all over his face, in the way his shoulders slumped down, and his lips were turned into a deep frown.
“I’m sorry if I knew about your feelings before I would have never kissed her. You’re all I’ve ever wanted and all that I could ever need—it’s always been you,” Chan’s breath is warm as it fans across your slightly swollen lips. Instead of answering, you merely captured his lips with your own once more, and after feeling his lips move in sync with yours—you knew that he understood.
In the end, you got precisely what you wanted for Christmas, no mistletoe needed.
genre/warnings - tooth-rotting fluff/ fake dating au, non-idolverse
a/n - another fic from my old blog. i swear im not trying to reupload everything, but it was @crystal-snowing birthday recently and i suddenly remembered that i wrote this for her. so i slightly polished it up so hopefully she can enjoy this again.
Pretending to date Chan wasn’t supposed to feel this real. You had only agreed to it so his family would get off his back about his romantic life, and what better person than his best friend. The two of you always had great chemistry, just throwing in a bit of hand-holding and the occasional long stare, and anyone would think you were together.
hi hi salena it's jill (aka @crystal-snowing !!) can i request the prompt "i don't want to be friends" with kim seungmin with the au of best friends to lovers and the genre of angst to fluff or just fluff? thank you in advance !! <3 :))
hi jill! enjoy~
i don't want to be friends
genre: fluff, best friends to lovers aupairing: kim seungmin x gender-neutral readerword count: 561warnings: none
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"y/n, we have to talk," seungmin announced, striding into the communal living area of your shared apartment where, up until that moment, you had been studying. "now, please."
you looked up from your chemistry notes, cursing the fact that you'd probably have to reread the entire page once seungmin had gotten whatever he wanted to say out of his system. "what?"
seungmin sighed, glancing at what used to be the table but was now a morass of papers, binders, books, pens, empty mugs, and—
"jelly beans?" he scoffed. "really? i thought we talked about that, y/n. remember the The Incident?" you could almost hear the capital T and I.
"yes," you muttered, "but i only ate a few this time. and none of them were blue. so there!" you stuck out your tongue.
your best friend just shook his head and beckoned to you, his tone softening. "fine, but i still want to talk to you. can you at least come sit on the sofa?"
genre: fluff, fake-dating! au, idiots-to-lovers! au, college! au
word count: ~0.9k
warnings: none (that i know of !)
a/n: sorry for disappearing for a couple of months ! as soon as my finals ended my work schedule became crazy and i haven’t had time to sit down and properly write something for quite some time !! i’m a little rusty (and it kinda shows T - T) but i did my best to write this small piece to ease myself back into writing, so i hope you enjoy :)) <3
[3:45pm]
“So tell me again why I should agree to do this?”
You couldn’t believe how nonchalant he looked sitting across from you; his right leg casually crossed over his left leg as if he was modeling in a quaint coffee shop two blocks down from your dorm. There was something about the way he dressed in the long tan coat, sipping conservatively on his iced americano (through a straw, of course) that had your palms growing sweaty.
“Are you really going to make me repeat myself?” your eyes narrowed at the boy in front of you, a slight pout gracing your lips, “we both know that you heard me perfectly well the first time.”
Chan’s answer came in the form of a smirk, leaning forward till his chest was pressed against one side of the table, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. Your body stilled, your hand still hovering over the lid of your drink, as you watched him. He toyed with his plastic straw sitting idly inside his cup, twirling it around his finger as if he didn't have a care in the world.
"What happens if I just want to hear you say it again, then what?" If it was possible, he leaned even closer, moving his plastic cup of coffee aside and resting his hands against his cheeks. His head was cocked slightly to the right, his dimple making an appearance as he grinned at you cheekily. “What are you going to do about it?”
You could feel his warm breath tickling your knuckles, sending shivers down your spine, a warm yet tingling sensation creeping up your neck. Clearing your throat, you dragged the disposable cup towards you, effectively maintaining the distance between you and him.
“Look, I see this as a win-win situation for the both of us. I obviously need a date for this party, and you, well,” you paused, glancing at him, “you always need something from me.”
Your statement wasn’t wrong per se. On the one hand, it was true that you desperately needed a date for this party; this was to avoid the sheer embarrassment of facing your ex alone. On the other hand, the way you were practically pleading with him to be your date made it seem like he was your only option—this was far from the truth.
Hell, Jisung even offered, firing off a quick text upon hearing about the event. In hindsight, you realize that perhaps accepting his offer would have easily saved you all of this embarrassment and trouble. If the circumstances had been any different, you would have readily taken—tossing away this perhaps foolish and oddly specific plan of making your ex jealous with the one person who just happened to be both your best friend and long-term crush.
Chan’s melodious and hearty laughter pulled you away from your thoughts.
“Oh? And what kind of ‘somethings’ could I possibly need from you?”
One of his hands rested against his cheek as he watched you, the smirk still sitting on his soft lips. God, did he know how to irritate you, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that expression off his face.
Taking a page out of his book, you placed your hands atop of his, leaning as close (if not closer) than he did before—till your lips were merely inches apart. You could practically hear Chan’s breath hitch, his eyes flickering ever so slightly down towards your lips, swallowing, before looking back into your eyes.
"Anything you could possibly want," your warm breath fanned over his lips, and the same smirk that was dancing across his lips only moments before now sat idly across your own. There it was, a taste of his own medicine, and now all you needed to do was sit and wait for his reaction. The cockiness and confident behavior seemed to have vanished from his expression altogether, replaced with wide eyes, lips slightly agape, and warm and rosy cheeks.
“Perfect, then I’ll see you tomorrow night at nine,” he grinned, leaning back in his seat, and grabbing his coffee cup off the table before drinking the remaining contents. As soon as he finished, he stood, tucking his chair neatly underneath the table, and collected all of his trash on the table before making his way towards the door. Once again, it seems like his expression has flipped as he reverted to his usual self—flirtatious, warm, and all-around lovable Bang Chan.
“Wait!” you called out to him, scrambling to your feet, “you never told me what you wanted in return.”
Your sudden outburst caused some curious spectators to turn towards the two of you, but at this moment, he held all of your attention. That seemed to stop him in his tracks, at least enough for you to catch up to him as he turned around to face you.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow after the party,” he paused and grinned, his signature Bang Chan smile (the one where his eyes become little crescents, the apples of his cheeks become prominent, and where his actual smile was perhaps brighter than the sun itself. “Maybe then, we won’t have to pretend to be lovers anymore.”
