Edin

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My name is Edin!!

I love kpop, that will be majority of my fics!

Favorite groups are Straykids and P1harmony.

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Care About Me!

Soul x Reader

Word count: 2217

Genre: Smut, Slight angst and self deprecation (M)

Warnings: Hickeys, slight possessiveness , hair tugging, male whimpers, teasing, nipple play, no condom (I'm sure I missed something lol)

Summary: Soul asks you to come over and hang at the dorm. What happens when the boys treat her specially?

7:30 PM. Battery | 67% |

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Shota 🫶- “(*・ω・)ﾉ”

Y/N(*^^*)♡ - “hi shota! :)”

Shota🫶 - “ 🫵❓”

Y/N(*^^*)♡ - “I'm not doing anything rn :))”

Shota🫶 - “🫵👇♡ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc) ?”

Y/N(*^^*)♡ - “aren't you with the boys?”

Shota🫶 - “come.”

Y/N(*^^*)♡ - “lol okieee. I'll be over soon ♡( ◡‿◡ )”

Shota🫶 - “(つ≧▽≦)つ”

You set your phone down on the nightstand and decide to just go as you are, maybe putting a little makeup on and fixing your hair. It was just the members after all. You wore a comfy pair of shorts and a silly graphic tee Soul got you for Christmas, putting on some slippers and heading out to your car.

About 20 minutes later you make it to his dorm. You've been here countless times before, but it didn't mean the anxiety wasn't still there, now especially with all of the members there. You knock on the door and hear the chatter go quieter inside, then distinct footsteps before the door quickly opens and Keeho is staring back at you with a grin.

“Heyyyy! How are you doing?” He asks as you step into the room, giving him an almost awkward side hug hello. “Good! Yeah I'm good, thanks” you answer, making your way to the table to put your bag down. You spot Shota on the couch, his wide boba eyes blinking at you in a silent ‘come here’ kinda look. He was in a black tee and sweats, looking edible asf. As you sit down between him and Jongseob, the others continue their previous conversations.

A bit later, you feel a little chill in the air of the dorm. Your legs and arms are cold because of the lack of long clothing. Shota moves to take off his hoodie when Intak notices you rubbing the goosebumps off of your arms and has already started handing you his hoodie with a sweet smile “here, you look cold”. Shota pauses, hand on the zipper of his own hoodie that's almost off before zipping it back up quickly, cheeks now a slight embarrassed pink as you put Intak’s sweatshirt on with a cheery smile “Thanks Takki!”

‘Did she not want mine? She could have asked..’

He wonders to himself.

The conversations continue as Jiung and Theo head to the kitchen to prepare some snacks while Jongseob is chatting about some game he's into with Intak and Soul. Keeho notices you aren't super into the conversation and moves from his seat to the floor in front of you, pulling his knees up and smiling “Hey girl” he started in English. Both of you kind of connected because of the common ground of being fluent in English. You perk a bit “Hey” you reply. He starts rambling about random things from chaotic schedules to funny practice moments that have happened recently. He's effortlessly funny, making you laugh constantly. Soul noticed and glanced over from the corner of his eye. He couldn't lie, it made him kinda jealous that you and Keeho had a literal other language you can talk to each other in and laugh about things he didn't understand. He kept hearing your sweet laugh, the one that was typically reserved for him, come out for Keeho. He cleared his throat quietly and turned to you, tapping your shoulder “We were gonna watch a movie, wanna share the blanket?” He asks with wide hopeful eyes. You turn away from Keeho and smile at him, hand moving to his “Duh! Of course I wanna be comfy with you babe” That lightened his spirits a bit for the time being.

Jongseob starts the movie and dims the lights as Jiung and Theo come back with snacks in hand. You and Soul are on the end of the couch, him on the very end while there's an open space next to you. He had his arm on the top of the couch, not quite on your shoulders. Jiung came by with a bowl and smiled your way. “Care if I sit here? I can share snacks” You smile and nod, patting the spot next to you. Jiung plops down and sits cross legged, bowl of chips and popcorn in his lap. Jiung grabs a piece of popcorn and turns to you with a stupid smile on his face “Say ahh” and you giggle and do as he says, head back a bit and mouth open as he throws popcorn in your mouth. You chew and giggle, but Soul next to you is anything but playful and giggly. How were all of his members somehow making his girlfriend smile? Why were all his members trying to get her attention? His thoughts kept rushing in, to the point of him not even remembering any of the two hour long movie they just watched. He pushes the blanket aside and gets up, grabbing your wrist as he does so. “It's late. Let's go to my room.” He said quickly and yanked you unceremoniously from the couch. You let out a little yelp of confusion and are about to protest when he drags you down the hall.

He opens the door and closes it behind you, hand still gripped lightly on your wrist.

“...Shota?” You ask as he stands looking away from you. He hums out a quick reply as you sigh

“Why did you drag me in here?”

“I didn't drag you..”

“yes, you did”

“I didn't-”

“Shota” you said with a warning tone. He swallowed and turned to look at you finally, guilt evident on his face. “I….I don't know” You groan a bit “you don't know why you dragged me away from everyone else to your bedroom?” He hesitantly shakes his head. You move to hold his hand and walk to the edge of the bed, sitting down and gesturing for him to as well. “Shota, I can tell you're not telling me the truth.” He looks at your intertwined hands and nods. “I-I'm sorry. I just….i feel like the members were taking all your attention away..” he mumbled. You hold back a little giggle “Are…are you jealous?” He looks up quickly and shakes his head “No!....maybe” You giggle and caress his cheek “Well, I hope you know that you're the only one I have eyes for” you say softly. He nods a little and looks down to his lap, fingers fidgeting. “I…I don't want you to ever think I don't care enough for you..I know I'm not as out-there as Intak or Jiung, but I care about you just the same, if not more” he admits quietly. A second of silence goes by before you tilt his chin up so he looks at you. You look at his soft eyes and blink slowly “Shota…I care about you so much. I don't care if someone has a more extroverted personality than you, you're my everything, and I'd choose you every time. His eyes are sparkling by the end of the confession, with joy or tears neither of you know. You move closer to him, your foreheads almost touching. Both of your eyes flutter across each other, a familiar fluttery feeling brewing in your gut. He flushes a bit and bites the inside of his cheek.

“Can I-”

“Just kiss me”

He didn't waste another second after hearing your approval. His mouth crashing onto yours in an unceremonious attempt to lock lips. You gasp a bit into the kiss at his roughness, his hand now gripped onto your thigh, slowly inching its way upward. Both of your tongues sliding across each other, his teasing yours. He pulls back and you almost whine and move to follow him, but he puts a finger on your mouth and keeps you there. He smiles with swollen lips and reaches to take his t-shirt off, pulling it over his head and throwing it god knows where. Your eyes travel up his now exposed torso, toned and slim. You swallow as he kneels on the bed, tonguing his cheek “is this okay?” He asked quietly, none of the extremeness from earlier in his tone. You lick your lips and nod. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and helped lean you down to lay on your back with him hovering on top of you.

He kissed you briefly before nuzzling and pecking his way under your jaw and to your neck, your breaths now labored with need. “Shota….” he hummed in acknowledgment. Intak’s hoodie was taken off of you and thrown, hitting the door. “Don't want you wearing that…”he mumbles as he takes your hands under his and slides the hem of your t-shirt up your body. He kept eye contact the entire time, making sure you were okay with everything.

“I need this off please” he muttered as you lift your arms for him to take the tee off, just now in a thin bralette and shorts. He bracketed his arms around your head and leaned in for a deep kiss before kissing all over your chest on as much skin as he could reach. Your hand went to his hair, fingers running through and gently tugging on the strands. His tongue runs over the lace covering your breasts gently, wetting the fabric so much you can feel it seep through to your skin. You shimmy your shorts off as he leans back up to kiss all over your neck.

“Mm….can I leave a mark? I'll make it small, please” he asks quietly. You nod and he starts suckling on the skin right below your ear. Small whines come out of your throat as his teeth attack the now sensitive skin, definitely leaving a mark tomorrow. You run your hands down his torso, paying a little attention to his chest, thumbs running down his nipples as he shivers. He finally pulls away, pupils blown and lips red and swollen. He moves down so he's almost laying on your legs, and you prop yourself up on your forearms to see what he's doing. He lays the softest kisses on your tummy, all the way down to the edge of your panties where he leaves a little wet kiss. His pointer finger runs just below the start of the fabric teasing the skin underneath. All of his attention being solely on you and your body, almost worshipful. He slides them down your thighs, pulling them off your ankles. The cool air in his bedroom brushing your core and giving you chills. He makes his way up to your face again after taking both his sweats and boxers off. His hair is in his face as he leans in and kisses you again with passion. He carefully rolls his hips so his cock slides against your heat. You gasp into the kiss but he keeps you focused on him, his tongue twisting against yours.

“M’gonna push in, okay?” He says and you nods feverishly.

“Please…stop teasin’ me Shota..” you whine. He looks down and grabs himself, lining up with your soaked entrance. He runs the tip through a few times and lets out a shaky breath before pushing in suddenly. Your mouth starts to open but he quickly puts a hand over it.

“The guys are outside…g-gotta be quiet okay?” He says shakily. He swallows as he bottoms out, adams apple bobbing. He kissed your chest a few more times, fingers pushing the top of your bralette under your breasts. His thumbs find the sensitive peaks and runs over them gently and almost teasingly.

“You good?” He asks. You exhale and nod from under his hand. He takes the ok and starts pulling out then back in slowly at first. His breaths get shaky and he starts to let out a few whimpers as he gets closer. Shota fucks like a rabbit in heat, so the headboard is already slamming against the wall, surely telling the others outside what's going on, but he couldent care less. He removes his hand from your mouth and kisses you instead, both of you letting noises out into each others mouths, a little bit of spit rolling out of the corners of your mouth. He kept hitting that one spot that made you see stars.

“S-Shota…shit..I'm..m’close-”

“Me too honey..”

He closes his eyes and kisses you again before both of you cum at the same time. His hips stutter for a few more shallow thrusts before he collapses on top of you. Both of you just basking in each other's presence and heat.

“I love you” he says quietly. He moves so he still doesn't pull out yet, adjusting so both of you are laying on your sides facing each other. His hands caress your face and brush back any stray pieces of hair. You look in his eyes, yours feeling droopy already from tiredness.

“Love you more”

The other members look between each other with a knowing look. “Well…” Keeho starts “I hope she's happy. But I wish I didn't hear all that” everyone else chuckles and nods, noses scrunched and heads shaking. “But hey, at least the plan worked” Intak pipes up. Jiung nods along with Jongseob “He was crazy jealous. It was obvious.” Theo rolls his eyes and scrunches his face in disgust “This is gross. I'm leaving”

Hiiiii!!!! (￣▽￣)ノ it's my first time writing smut so sorry if it sucks LOL. I kept debating how to write it but landed on this. Hope it's ok!!! Thank you for reading and maybe follow me!

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New Series! (coming soon)

My First Family

Genre: Fluff, Idol!AU, ‘Parenting’, slightly suggestive??

Warnings: none

Summary: Choi Jiung from P1Harmony and L/N Y/N from Idle are handling a tough challenge in the new show “My First Family”, where they face the reality of many people’s everyday life while taking care of the house and the child that is in it. 5 year old Seo-Yun will be the one challenging them to their limit with her occasional tantrums and rough bedtime schedule. Will they survive? Find out this week on “My First Family”!!

Hi hiiiiiiii!(つ≧▽≦)つ I know I said I'd work on the Soul fic right away butttttt I had this idea and thought I'd put it out there first! It will be about 8 chapters (hopefully lol) If you wanna be on the taglist for this series, or permanent taglist, let me know in the comments!!!

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Sneak peak of the Soul fic coming soon 👀❓

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Overwhelmingly it is soulllll!!!!!!! I'll get on this neowwww

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Who do you wanna see next in a fic?

Keeho

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Jiung

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Soul

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Voting ended onMay 24

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ᯓ LANGUID — choi jiung (18+)

℘ — jiung (지웅) x reader    ▸   ⌜ 2k ⌟

synopsis ▸ the best parts of lazy nights are when it’s slow, sleepy, soft. when he gets to cling onto you for hours. oh, and the sex.

δ — nsfw (mdni), fucking while conversing, sleepy lazy sex, extremely needy sex, clumsy sex, needy ung, lots of grinding, teasing, unprotected sex, creampie

ᯓ an — yes, another jiung smut. but this one is ooooooo i need him so fucking bad... if you couldn't tell... 

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When Jiung climbs into bed and plasters himself to your back, you know it’s going to be one of those nights you won’t be able to leech him off of you. 

Not that you’d complain about it either, because he’s pretty cute when he’s clingy and needy. Especially when he helplessly ruts his boner against you, whining into your ear about how he’s so tired. 

“You don’t seem tired, love,” you say with a quiet giggle, breaking off into a soft gasp when his hand finds your chest, palming your tit with no real urgency. 

“I am,” he grumbles, voice low and edged with an exhaustion borne from a long day. 

He shuffles behind you, adjusting so he can slot his clothed dick right against your ass before grinding against you with slow, languid rolls of his hips, sighing contentedly into the back of your neck. 

You shudder as his breath brushes against your nape, rocking your hips back to meet his mindless pace. Even though the pressure isn’t exactly where you need it, it has heat pooling low in your belly with anticipation. 

“Long day?” You ask him, reaching back to card your hand through his short, mussed tresses. It feels brittle and dry, but you’re just glad it’s back to his natural black now. 

“Mm,” he assents, sliding his other hand down to your lower stomach, pressing there to urge you back into him. “Preparing for the next comeback. Just concepts and stuff… so many meetings,” he huffs, his voice thinning out into a quiet whimper at a particularly hard roll of your hips. 

“Poor thing,” you coo, humming when he starts to roll your nipple between his fingers, the thin fabric of your tank top not much of a barrier from the touch. “I still can’t believe how quickly they get you started on new comebacks.”

He lets out a frustrated grunt, turning to mouth at the exposed skin of your shoulder. “It never stops.”

Jiung trails the hand on your stomach even lower, letting his fingers trace lightly over your clothed pussy. You let out a soft moan when his fingers find your clit, rubbing over the swollen nub, and it feels exhilarating even through the layers of your panties and tiny cotton shorts. 

“‘M lucky to have you to come home to,” he mumbles against your skin. You can practically feel his cock throbbing against you even through his sweats, still bucking lazily against your ass in half-hearted search for relief. “Don’t know how the others get by all single and alone.”

You giggle at the breathy tone of his voice, his words starting to slur into each other with the slow influx of pleasure. 

“At least they’re not codependent like you,” you tease lightly. 

Your body trembles as his fingers press harshly into your clit once before leaving you entirely. The protest dies on your tongue when you hear him start to shuffle himself free. 

The blunt head of his cock presses against you then, dragging along the soft fabric as he traces your heat through your shorts. 

“It’s not my fault,” he grumbles, using his hand to fold your leg and prop it up on the body pillow in front of you to give him better access. “You did this to me.”

“I made you—ah, fuck—I made you clingy?”

He continues to just rub the head of his cock over your clothed cunt, the mess of his precum adding to the already damp mess of your shorts. 

“Hmm,” he hums his agreement, pushing in when he finds your hole like he’s wanting to fuck you through your clothes. The pressure makes your body jolt. “Y’r a witch.”

You moan when he starts to drag his cock through you once more, nudging over your clit again and again. You reach down to find his dick and press him harder into you, and Jiung takes the opportunity to start slowly fucking into the tight space between your palm and your pussy. 

He starts to heave and hitch at the friction on his sensitive skin, hand clutching onto your hip to hold you in place. He’s throbbing against your hand, hot and slick. His breaths are wet and warm against your neck as he continues babbling on. 

“Can’t imagine my life without you,” he admits, his other hand tightening where it still lays pressed against your tit. “Wouldn’t have survived debuting.”

“Wouldn’t have survived anything,” you correct, biting back a moan when his tip catches over your clit. “You’d be a train wreck.”

“Mm… Still… still am,” he mumbles, quickly losing track of his train of thought, his words. 

You’re growing foggy too. As much as this lazy grind is tightening the coil in your gut, it’s not enough to snap it. 

You need to feel him. 

“Yeah, you are,” you murmur, reaching down with your free hand to pull aside the crotch of your shorts and panties, exposing yourself enough to press the heavy weight of his cock against your bare cunt. 

You both groan at the feeling in tandem, his hips spurring up to grind his cock into the slick mess of your folds, the slide much smoother and much more pleasant. 

You use your palm still keeping him pressed against you to guide him snugly between your folds, allowing the deep, delicious drags of his cock to soothe right over your clit. 

“Oh, right there Ungie,” you whine, gasping when he starts to speed up just a little. “Feels so good… wouldn’t survive without you either…”

“I know, pretty.” He presses a kiss to the space behind your ear, humming the soft words right into you as he chases the wet heat of your cunt and your hand. “No one can—nngh—take care of you like I can.”

You turn your head back to seek out his lips, finding them in a clumsy press of a semblance of a kiss. “No one,” you whisper into his mouth, flicking your tongue out against his searching one. 

You can feel his cock pulsing steadily against you now, his precum pooling generously against your hand. His pace is starting to stutter even despite his need to keep pushing into the tight space. 

“W-Wish I could bring you on—tour with me,” he says through breaths that are practically gasping. His fingers pinch into your nipple, his nails clawing into your hip where he holds you. 

You whine at the sharp trickles of pain that quickly ebb away to pleasure. “Maybe next time,” you start, breaking off with a gasp when the head of his cock punches against your clit and pauses there, before spurring back up to fuck against you again. “I can go on sabbatical.”

“Please,” he begs, burying his face into your neck to dig his teeth into your flesh and whine against you. “Please, I always need you but… but you’re not there… don’t wanna go again without you…”

His needy pleas drive a stake through your heart and light the fire low in your gut, so prominent and so intense that you think you might just sink him into you and latch on and never let go. 

“Okay, baby,” you whisper, and his arm tightens around you. You grab hold of his cock, wrapping your fist firmly around the generous girth, making him stutter and pause, so that you can drag him down to your hole and slowly sink him into you. “Won’t let you be alone again… oh fuck…”

Your mouth falls open with a stuttered breath as his cock stretches you open, slow inch by agonizing inch. 

He lets out a choked groan as he settles himself deep into your fluttering walls, whimpering when you clamp down onto him. 

His sweaty forehead digs into your shoulder as he gives an experimental roll of his hips, seating himself as deep as he can go. 

The moans that spill out of his and your lips are practically a symphony to his ears. 

Then he slides out, slow and sweet to drag every inch of his veiny cock against your gummy walls until just his tip catches around your tight ring, before he sinks in again with a deep, rolling grind that eases out another one of your sweet moans. 

His grip is impossibly tight on your breast, but you can’t even feel the pain past the buzzing that lights your skin alive. 

He reaches down with his other hand to grab the crotch of your shorts, tugging them further to the side to allow him to easily sink into you with those slow, deep, indulgent thrusts that he loves to fuck you with. 

“Promise?” He breathes, and it takes you a moment to catch up to what he’s saying with those broken, whimpery words. “Promise you’ll come with me next time?”

You let out a moan in response when he angles to start dragging right against your sweet spot, spreading electric heat through your body with each push of his cock. 

“‘S long as you promise to fuck me good like… ah, like this every night…”

He lifts his head to press his lips against your ear, and it tickles as he whispers an eager, “Promise,” against them but the fog in your brain overrides any reaction that’s not a direct result of him fucking you to putty. “I’ll fuck you just the way you want, love, whenever you want.”

You clamp down on him, hissing when you feel his cock twitch harshly inside you with the threat of coming undone. He’s just shoving himself into you at this point, too blissed out to have any coordination.

“Then never stop,” you plead, turning your head to seek out his lips again. “Want you in me forever.”

You’re not sure what you’re saying anymore. But neither is he.

He presses his lips to you, but he’s more just breathing into your mouth than kissing you. 

“Never leaving,” he gasps, his hand letting go of your shorts to grab onto your hip again and hold you still as he starts to weakly slam into you. You clutch onto his arm as your body jerks with each time that he pushes into you. “Never leaving you, never gonna—fuck—never pulling out again—“

“Fuck, Ji! I’m… think I’m g’nna…”

He doesn’t let you finish, just reaches down to start clumsily and hastily rub your clit with his shaky fingers. 

Your legs tremble at the surges of hot pleasure that sear through you, making your walls pulse erratically around his cock. 

“Love,” he sobs, burying his face in your hair as he shoves himself all the way in, just grinding into you as deep as he can to wring his orgasm out of himself. 

You cry out when you feel his tip kiss against your cervix, the sensation so sharp that it pierces through you and rips your orgasm out of you. 

You jerk and tremble and shudder through your high, pulsing wildly and creaming around him—and it’s enough to do him in. 

He cums with a cry of your name, pushing your body down into the bed with tight hands and spilling himself deep into you, grinding his seed into you as he milks himself of all he’s worth. 

Like a puppet getting his strings cut, he collapses on top of you with a choked gasp, seizing through the waves of his wading orgasm. 

You lay there under him, trembling with him as the intensity of your highs lull out into sharp breaths and quivering bodies. 

When he moves, he doesn’t pull out. He just wraps his arms around you and rolls you both onto your sides again, tucking you close to his chest, his softening cock still buried deep into you. 

You can’t find it in yourself to muster the energy to talk. And even when you finally do, you turn your head to see his eyes closed, long lashes fluttering faintly over his flushed cheeks, dark bangs plastered to his damp skin, shiny lips parted to let slow, even breath pass through, if a little shaky. 

The warmth that blooms in your chest is terribly fond. 

Content at the sight of him so at peace and with the feel of his cum trickling out of you, you dust a light kiss over his lips and shut your own eyes. 

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Caretaker

Idol!Jiung x Reader

Word count: 810

Warnings: None (very slight talk about not eating? Nothing to do with disorders though) just fluffy fluffy fluffy

Summary: After a long and kinda sucky day at work, Jiung comes to your relaxation-rescue

It's been a long day. Between waking up late for work, not having any breakfast, stacks of paperwork and your mean boss, you couldn't wait to get back home. You trudge through the hallway of your apartment, stopping to get your keys out of your pocket and dropping them in the process. You sigh and close your eyes for a few seconds before bending over to pick them up, now successfully opening your door. With your shoes off and bag on the coat hanger, you sigh in relief and make your way to the bedroom. Work clothes are quickly discarded and thrown haphazardly into the laundry bin across the room. You now dawn an extremely oversized graphic tee that says ‘This is my favorite t-shirt’, comfy cartoon printed shorts and mismatched slouchy socks.

You’re about to go into the kitchen when your phone dings from the bed. You go over and flop down onto the mattress and see it's your boyfriend, Jiung. A small smile automatically finds its way onto your face at his message.

7:30 - Ji 🩷 “Hi beautiful :)”

7:30 - Ji 🩷 “How’s my girl doing?”

You find yourself kicking your feet at the term of endearment. God he's so cheesy but you love it bad.

7:32 - Y/N “Hi babyyyy!”

7:32 - Y/N “I'm ok. Pretty rough day :(“

Immediately he responds with

7:33 - Ji🩷 “Oh no!!”

7:33 - Ji🩷 “Do you need me to come over?”

7:34 - Ji🩷 “Keeho said I can, so don't worry about me getting in trouble.”

You giggled at that last part, because of course he knew that you would be worried. The more you think about it, the more you start to crave having him here with you.

7:36 - Y/N “Are you sure??”

7:36 - Y/N “I don't want you over if you have early schedules tomorrow 🙂‍↕️”

7:37 - Ji🩷 “Nope! I'm always free for you :))”

7:37 - Ji🩷 “And if you’re still worried, rest assured I don't have schedules tomorrow 🫶”

You almost sigh in relief, quickly telling him to come over. About 30 minutes later he arrives, letting himself in with the key you gave him. He was wearing a tight fitted black top with grey sweats and a beanie. You speed walk to the door when you hear it open and quickly give him the biggest hug. He nearly falls backwards at the force in which you hugged him, causing him to laugh. “Well hi there” he said and put down a grocery bag to hug you back. You sigh and push your face into his chest and wrap your arms tighter around his waist.

“Missed you” you said quietly. He clicks his tongue and hums an ‘aww’, giving you a little kiss on the crown of your head. You two eventually part and he holds up the grocery bag to you with a smile on his face. “I thought since you were having such a bad day, I could cook for you! I also brought a few snacks that you like too” he said. You held your hands dramatically to your chest and closed your eyes “I could cry….that sounds amazing right now. Thank you Ji, you've saved me”. He giggles and starts getting the ingredients out.

He stirs pots and pans as he asks about your day, listening thoroughly to every detail, asking questions and giving honest reactions. By the end, he has ramen, chicken, eggs, and a few veggies that he cooked up for you. He ushers you to sit on the couch and puts a heating pad on and throws a blanket over your legs. “Let me plate it for you baby. Don't lift a finger.” He said as he put on a show he knew you loved. He plated your meal in a bowl and got you a glass of water, padding over to you and setting it down on the side table. He got his own plate too and sat down next to you, both of you now eating in content silence. It doesn't take long for you to finish your meal, considering you only had an old granola bar from the vending machine at work today. When you told Jiung that, he was not too happy and went through the same little talk of how important it is to eat proper meals and fuel your body, ending his rant with a cheek kiss.

You both are now cuddled up together under the blankets, TV playing but neither of you are focused on it. His hands absentmindedly run up and down your forearm, rubbing your hands after. He notices you aren't moving much, and as he suspected, you were dead asleep. He smiled to himself and gave you a kiss on the forehead, happy now that you were relaxed with a full belly.

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You were supposed to go to sleep hours ago; instead, you’re scrolling on Twitter with one hand while the other rubs your clit. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were just going to jerk off to one of your bookmarks, the type of video you could cum to easily after a long and stressful week, but you stumbled upon…him, jsupxxx—whoever he is. The man on the screen was an enigma. It was such a simple video, yet it got you to browse his entire page and his website. His work was all solo masturbation, some audio content here and there, but nothing particularly special, which confused you even more because why are you all of a sudden so invested? He never showed any identifying features; the camera angle is always just below his face, but sometimes he moved enough that you can see the man biting his bottom lip—huh, a snaggletooth, cute.

It went on for days, then weeks, of watching and cumming for him, moving in rhythm with him, fisting his cock with those fucking gray sweatpants loose around his thighs. His pretty sounds are unlike those of the other pornstars you’ve seen or heard. They weren’t forced; everything felt so candid, so raw, so real. This was dangerous, and you knew it. 

His website was for other paid work, longer videos, exclusive photos, fan polls, but what you really liked were the livestreams. It happened sporadically, yet in the time span that you have spent watching him, not once have you missed a live. The livestreams were thrilling; he had an assortment of kinks and fetishes you could vote for, and he would diligently oblige. The usual choices—his favorites—were sensory deprivation, choking, pillow humping, and his most frequent, edging.

Tonight was like any other. You prepared your setup, pulled up his website on your laptop—there was no shame in it now—and undressed yourself. The stream had started a second ago, and the man was still clothed. You got there in time when he got the show on the road. Stripping his oversized pants, then his black tank top, though keeping his thick black leather choker tight around his supple neck.

“After many requests…”

You felt as if you had Pavloved yourself to get turned on from his voice alone. You flicked your hardening nipples, teasing yourself as he continued speaking.

“...I finally bought a toy~”

He showed his newly bought clear fleshlight to the camera, and you saw his dick twitch. He smeared his sticky precum over his tip, letting his spit drip down his length before jerking it slowly. 

“I’ve never tried one of these before, so to be honest, this might be a quick stream.”

Truth be told, it was a quick stream. Your measly fingers moved in tandem with his, wishing you were the one bouncing on him and not the manufactured toy around his dick. You knew it would probably be done in half the usual run time from the moment he trembled while he slid his mouth-watering dick inside the transparent plastic pussy. He attempted to edge himself—to keep the live going—pulling out of the toy, but immediately fucking it again, unable to contain his need. You’ve never witnessed someone utterly blissed out without even seeing his face. He came so quickly, he didn’t even have time to get tissues, his thick cum spurting across his stomach as he folded over himself, remembering to lower the camera angle. His chest heaved from the abrupt orgasm. 

All of him felt intimate, but you had to get through that stubborn brain of yours that you don’t know this man, and most definitely never will. 

“I need a new fucking hobby.”

You took it upon yourself to keep your mind occupied on more productive things, so it was the obvious move to call on Jiung for some advice. You implied that you need more fruitful hobbies, other than gooning to a random man on the internet.

“You could meditate with me.”

You looked at Jiung with a disapproving expression.

“Journaling never fails to help me process things; it really helps with regulating your emotions, y’know?”

He could tell you were still unsure.

“Why don’t you just drop by the bookstore again sometime? I’m sure we have something you like. You could bring me some tea for being such a good friend, maybe?”

The Choi Bookstore was a family-owned business that Jiung’s family inherited. Jiung said, as his best friend, that you had the privilege to read any of the books without buying them first—you never took advantage of such privilege. You usually only visited the store when Jiung was the one working anyway, not to read per se, but mostly to sit by the big window and watch the greenery sway with a drink in hand. It barely gathered any customers, frankly you’re amazed that it’s still in business. It was still the same view you remembered: old books piled high all over the floor, a quaint wooden table with pink tulips in the middle, the orange lamps that made the antique place feel like childhood again. You paused in your tracks when you finally checked the employee. You expected Jiung or even his uncle—whom you’ve grown to love—but you see a completely fresh face. Long black hair, delicious nose, sharp jawline, tiny waist, toned arms, who is this hot ass dude, and why haven’t you seen him before? You immediately texted Jiung.

☁︎ - ung, who the fuck is this new guy 지웅 - Oops 지웅 - Forgot to tell you 지웅 - We met in that dance class I told you about months ago

You sat on the rickety chair by the window, setting Jiung’s hot tea on the table.

☁︎ - cool ☁︎ - doesnt answer my question 지웅 - Why dont you go and ask him then ☁︎ - no. 

The man dusted off the tops of the hard-bound books; the store’s apron was bound tight around his waist. You tried to read the embroidered name on the uniform, subtly squinting your eyes at him. Jong…seob… doesn’t ring a bell.

☁︎ - when are you coming here 지웅 - I clock in at 5 now 지웅 - Enjoy your alone time why dont you

“I think I enjoy my alone time too much, actually.” You whispered in response to no one in particular. ‘Doesn’t Jiung like to take the morning shift? What is so important about Jongseob’s nights that he needs to take Jiung’s shift?’ you thought to yourself.

Jongseob picked up some litter left over on the bookshelves and settled into his place at the counter. You finally approached him, thinking about what Jiung recommended in the book genre.

“Excuse me, do you know where all the self-help books are?”

“They’re by the back. I can show you.”

Your breath hitched, your thighs instinctively squeezing together—there’s no way. That same soft yet raspy voice that moans in your ear every night, drawing out your orgasm, leaving you frantic and shaking. Is your brain so porn-rotted that when an attractive man spoke to you, all you could think about was your favorite pornstar on Twitter? Wow, this is worse than you thought. You really do have to take some time off and touch some grass. 

The man cleared his throat to get your attention, disgustingly aware that you recalled your nightly adventures with a complete stranger in front of you.

“Sorry, yes please.”

Jongseob led you to the back, and you followed closely behind. 

His voice lowered slightly, “Here, you can come to me if you need anything else.”

Oh, you’re coming alright. Fuck—enough. You nodded at him as he flashed a polite, tight-lipped smile before walking away.

You stayed, tucked in the corner in your treasured spot by the window, winding down on a book called SELF-HELP—too on the nose, but where else do you start? You’ve finished the hot tea you brought; Jiung wouldn’t know it’s for him anyway, and you occasionally distracted yourself with the eye candy to your left. You have to admit, maybe Jiung was right; they do have something you like, not a book, but something nonetheless. The clock was about to strike half past four. Jiung liked to be early, so you’re not surprised that when the door opened, you were greeted by Jiung’s beaming face.

Jiung hugged you first, then set down his bag on the counter before greeting his coworker—friend? You’re not entirely sure about their relationship yet. Jiung gripped Jongseob’s shoulders, making him face you. 

“Have you guys introduced yourselves?”

Jongseob shook his head. You caught his stare, turning away oddly quickly, refusing to look him in the eye after having less than pure thoughts.

“I’m Jongseob. I didn’t know you were friends with Jiung.” He stepped forward, outstretched his hand, and you took him in yours. You quietly stated your name, your voice getting caught in your throat. Jiung nudged the black-haired boy, his eyes going back and forth between the two of you. Your best friend consistently knew everything without you having to utter a word. Needless to say, by the end of the day, you’ve obtained a new phone number.

For the next few days, you’ve been able to keep your libido in check, thanks to you busying yourself in the bookstore, forgetting to check jsupxxx’s account, but you’ve held on long enough. The notification caught your eye.

thinking about a cutie i met at work

You clicked on it. It’s in portrait mode—different from his usual, more professional style—his dark pants are right below his balls, and he hastily spits in his hand, smothering his saliva mixed with this precum all over his dick. Your fingers found their way beneath your underwear, teasing your sensitive clit. You checked his website for the full clip and continued, itching to see more. It’s a shorter upload than what you’re used to. He seemed impatient, his cock bobbing up and down, making a wet thumping sound when it hit his stomach. 

“I need you so bad, baby.”

His voice was needy, like he’s been holding off somehow.

“W-wish you were here…right now. Your warm mouth around my cock…your wet pussy pulsating, gripping me.” He took a quick breath in.

“Your hands stroking it…anything—anything.”

He’s a sloppy mess, fucking into his hand like a bitch in heat. His moans and groans are strained, like he’s afraid he’ll get too loud if he doesn’t physically restrain himself. 

“Spread your legs for me. Take all of this fucking dick like the good girl you are. Always so fucking pretty. So shy around me…I know you need it as much as I need you.”

Your pussy squeezes around nothing, lusting for his thick dick inside you somehow. You rubbed your slickness, throwing your head back, just listening to the sound of his dick going in and out and in and out again. His breathing became ragged, whines slipping past his sweet mouth. 

“Oh—fuck! I’m close, I'm close, I'm close. Cum with me, baby, yeah? Cum with me, please.”

He stroked it faster, already needy for release, playing with his balls while he fucked his hand. Your hand does quick work, getting yourself to the edge. Playing with yourself just the way you liked it, cumming at the same time the faceless man came in his hand. You paused the video, cleaning yourself up carelessly with your wetness dripping down your shaky legs. The temperature in the room seemed to grow hotter; your eyes dared to flutter closed from exhaustion. You scrolled down, reading some of the comments as you picked yourself up and made your way to the bathroom.

HotGirl69 - Are you open to collab?  iLikeHungDudes - nice cock lol alienenergy - who is the lucky girl?

Right—he mostly talked like you were already there with him—trying to be immersive and all. Sometimes, some roleplay, but this definitely didn’t seem like roleplay to you. Even in his livestreams, he was more…inclusive. As if he didn’t have a particular person in mind, but this was different. Are you jealous? 

The Choi Bookstore became a place to seek refuge, to keep yourself engrossed in other things, like your cute new friend Jongseob. Jiung was adamant that you two would get along, inviting both of you to eat with him from time to time after he finishes his shift. He brought you to a run-down restaurant, probably friends with the eighty-four-year-old owner he chatted with right as he walked in. Jiung ordered several dishes for the table and bottles of soju—it was the weekend after all.

Jongseob mostly kept to himself, eyes glued to his phone, playing mobile games, you presume. What you really looked forward to was the feast—you thanked Jiung for the treat before digging. You watched the two hungry men sitting across from you chow down on the noodles. You needed this, a time to unwind with good friends and equally good food. Jiung really upped his storytelling skills when he had alcohol in his system. 

“I think this was two years ago. A very mature lady came in, and I was expecting her to buy the new cookbooks we had, or maybe history. But then, but then…”

Jongseob’s body is turned to face Jiung, but his eyes are latched onto you.

“...she placed this heavy fucking book. This smutty romance novel! I didn’t even know we still had it in stock.”

“Maybe she didn’t know.” Jongseob retorted, his smile reaching his eyes.

“Oh I’m sure she knew. It had tentacles and roses on the cover. Even I wouldn’t read that.”

If you weren’t careful, you wouldn’t have caught it from all the laughter. Jongseob had a snaggletooth. Jongseob had a snaggletooth. What a coincidence. 

“Whoa, whoa, slow down.”

Jongseob grabbed the drink from your hand, the sweet liquor slightly spilling from your lips. You needed to drown out the sinful thoughts about an online persona. The virtual world slowly bleeds into reality. You planned to drink yourself to paradise if you could, not caring if Jongseob was watching you. 

Jiung stepped away for a while, answering a phone call from his uncle. The long-haired man struck up a conversation with you in the meantime. Your interactions with him were developing into more than everyday small talk.

“Sorry, guys, I need to go early. Someone messed up my flower shipments, and the company thinks we ordered two hundred instead of twenty. Hope you guys have fun though!”

If there was anything important to Jiung, it was his time, the bookstore, and gardening. He did seem eager to leave you both alone so early into the night—you don’t mind, though.

“What do you do in your free time?”

Jongseob looked away, thinking of an answer.

“I uhmm…I usually am just on the internet, and stuff. How about you?”

“No, yeah, me too.”

You downed another shot, thinking of other questions to fill the awkward silence. Jongseob pressed about other matters like interesting things you’ve both seen recently, how long each of you had been in the area, and either of your love lives. It seemed to pass the time; he was dreamy, the type of person you could really have a good time with—you chalked it up to the alcohol talking.

Your phone vibrated, lighting up with a notification from @jsupxxx. Fuck—it’s ten in the evening, you forgot he posts updates around this time. You see Jongseob glance over to the sound, and you close your phone immediately, eyes widening, studying his face to check if he read it. You exhaled. It doesn’t seem like he knew what it was, but his eyes don’t leave your phone.

“Sorry, it’s just my…weather app.”

You showed a not at all convincing smile. 

“It’s getting late. Do you live far?”

“Not really, around a fifteen-minute walk, I would say.”

The bottles of cold honeyed beverages are left empty on the table. Jongseob walked with you to your place, the sparse street lights illuminating your path. His knuckles brushed against yours, refusing to pull away, sometimes bumping into each other on the thinning sidewalks. You don’t know what it is about him. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he spoke about a book he had picked up lately. You eyed his rosy lips, pouting at times—you wished you could kiss him. Maybe you could. Maybe what you really needed was to get laid with a real person, and not just your insubstantial fingers that still manage to make you cum every night.

“We’re here.”

He was so close you could smell the faint traces of perfume on his clothes. You traced hearts on his arms absent-mindedly. Jongseob’s gaze never left yours.

“Do you want to come in?”

You gave him your best bedroom eyes in your inebriated state, grabbing at his top, pulling him infinitely closer.

“You’re drunk.”

He whispered, almost to himself, ghosting his finger over your cheek. 

“Come to me when you’re sober.”

Your head was pounding, unsure of how much you actually drank last night. A big gulp of water nourished you, your eyes adjusting to your phone’s brightness. The usual messages, a couple of emails from services you forgot to unsubscribe to, and…shit.

종섭 - how's your head?

Hadn’t had any complaints so far. God, you really messed up yesterday. 

☁︎ - could be worse ☁︎ - sorry about last night. i guess i had too much to drink and a little too pent up ☁︎ - tmi 종섭 - are you free later?

It was late in the afternoon, and the sky was painted with a pretty mix of pink and orange. Jongseob wanted to meet you at a cafe near the bookstore, wanting to have a more serious talk with you in person. Sweat started to build on your skin, nervous that whatever he wanted to talk about would end badly. You watched the man in those delectably baggy sweatpants stir his cold drink on the table, finally pushing yourself to enter with heavy steps. 

The air felt different. You said some pleasantries, incapable of the silence going on any longer. Unable to keep still, you played with the hem of your shirt, fidgeting with whatever until you heard Jongseob loudly inhale.

“I like you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, convinced he was joking, but his face didn’t change.

“I hope you didn’t think of last night as some sort of rejection or anything. We were drinking, y’know? I didn’t want you doing anything you didn’t want to do.” He paused, licking his lips.

“I want this to be more than a one-time thing…you don’t have to give me an answer right away, you don’t even have to give me an answer at all. I just…I just wanted to set the record straight.” 

You took it all in, eyeing him. His lips pressed closed, awaiting your response.

“Jongseob—fuck, I don’t know what I expected when you asked me to meet you today, but it wasn’t this. I like you too, if it wasn’t obvious, more than just wanting to sleep with you.”

He took his hand in yours, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You wanted to know him more, to know the side that other people don’t normally see. Jongseob assured you that he wanted you too, that being just friends or just one night stands didn’t feel right, because he liked you so much, you’ll know it.

“And I…” He swallowed hard before continuing. 

“If we were to get more serious, I need you to know about something.”

Jongseob leaned in, lowering his voice, afraid of what other people might hear. You followed, his flushed lips close enough to graze your ear. 

“There’s really no good way to say this, so here it goes…I do porn on the side.”

You shied away, eyes widening at the confession.

“Well, solo porn to be specific. I’m not like a big pornstar or anything. I don’t film myself having sex with other people if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

There was no way. 

It was all right in front of you; how could you not have seen it? You denied those impulsive thoughts so much that even an audible admission doesn’t sound real. You’ve touched yourself to Jongseob endlessly without even knowing it. He’s made you change your drenched bedsheets more than a hundred times before he’s ever laid a finger on you. The voice, the teeth, the hands, the clothes, there was a reason you felt some familiarity. You felt your heart pound against your chest, questions bombarding your mind. You opened your mouth at first, but no words came out. 

“Would—would it be weirder to say that I know?”

“What? What? What do you mean?” Jongseob said with fervor, his eyes searching your face for an explanation.

“I mean, I didn’t realize until right at this moment, but…”

You opened your phone, turning it so he could see his own profile, every post being liked and saved. He concealed it with his hand, opening his website link and seeing that you were not only logged in, but also subscribed to his highest tier. Jongseob’s eyes darted between your amused face and your phone, unable to grasp the situation.

“So jsupxxx…” 

“Please don't ever call me my username in real life.” He chuckled, embarrassed by his online persona, shielding his face with his arms, but you could see the corner of his mouth quirk up.

“Tell me… are you all talk?”

His place was cozy, typical for a guy like him, but you couldn’t care less about his furniture unless he was fucking you on it. From up close, you could clearly see the veins spread across his midriff, his v-line leading to his aching dick. Jongseob gently, yet sternly pushed you down on his bed, pressing your hands over your head, locking them in place as his tongue swirled in your mouth. The kiss was sloppy, and you struggled for breath, swapping with each other's saliva. He tightened his grip on your wrists, making his way down to your shoulders.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He murmured with his lips on your neck. 

He let go of you, sitting to face you, the warm bedside lamp lighting your features. His eyes ducked down to your tits, then to your abdomen. Jongseob traced your outline, utterly lost in himself, and he sucked a breath in through his teeth.

“Sit on my face.”

You turned your head, questioning him. Taken aback by the sudden order.

“Are you sure?”

You hovered over him, afraid to fully commit and potentially kill the man.

“Baby, it’s okay. Sit on me.” 

You were turned to face the wall, his soft hands massaging your ass. He gripped your thighs, pulling them down so that his lips finally made contact with your pussy. Your wetness is gathering on his tongue, eager to taste you. Jongseob flicked his wet muscle over your clit, making you jump, but his hands kept you in place, continuing to burrow his tongue as deep as he could inside of you. Your hand gripped the headboard while the other tugged on his hair. He whined in reply, the vibrations making you buck further into him. You tried to give him some room to breathe, but he pulled you even harder, sucking and kissing on your swollen clit. Jongseob watched you lose control of  yourself on top of him, his lips never leaving yours. You were so close, your thighs trembling on the sides of his face, squeezing him until you came in his mouth. Jongseob kissed the inside of your thighs before you went limp, lying down at his side. 

“I’ve dreamt of doing that for so long.”

His lips were glistening, his mouth agape, dazed as if that was the highlight of his life. You pulled him in by his neck, meeting his lips once more with a little less haste. Feeling the edge of the bed, you dropped to your knees at its foot, feeling the plush carpet soothe your skin.

“You don’t have to–”

“I want to. I really want to.”

It constantly looked amazing on camera, but nothing could compare to the real deal. He was about the average size, possibly bigger, although it was his tip that you couldn’t wait to put your mouth on. You licked a long stripe from his stomach down to his dick, teasing him about how wet he was. You moaned at the taste, salty with a vague syrupiness to it that had you lapping your soft tongue on his tip over and over again. 

“F-fuck.”

Jongseob caressed the back of your head, stopping himself from thrusting too deep into your mouth. You tried your best to take all of him, his trimmed hair hitting the tip of your nose before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. You stroked him with your hand, focusing on his tip again, toying with the spot right under his head like the way he liked it, knowing all his weak spots from all the footage you’ve seen, eager to make him cum in your mouth.

“If you keep doing that I’ll come too quickly.”

“Do it then.”

It was as though you were famished, greedy to make him fill your mouth, to have him unravel underneath you. He threw his head back, sucking on his bottom lip, a thin layer of sweat glistening his evident collarbones. Jongseob’s breathing started to shake, his muscles tensing when you fervently tongue at his frenulum. You palm his balls, the combination making him convulse in your mouth. You realized that no microphone could ever capture how pretty all his moans sound, the intensity of your appetite once for all fulfilled with his throbbing cock cumming because of you. Jongseob’s half-lidded eyes found yours, opening your mouth to show him you swallowed it all. He lifted you up, kissing you without a second thought, tasting himself on your mouth—filthy, that’s what this all was. 

“I need—I need you.”

You found your way back on his bed, Jongseob settling between your legs. You could get used to this view, his lithe body on top of yours, the way pink dusts his cheeks. Your fingers tucked away his bangs, needing to see him. Jongseob tapped his dick where you craved him most, like he was asking for permission.

“Can I put it in, baby.” He mumbled in your neck, nipping at it and making a ripe mark.

“Please…Jongseob.”

It was a biting stretch, sure to leave you sore tomorrow. He halted, patient for you to adjust to him, peppering kisses all around your soft chest. You pushed in deeper, begging to fill you to the hilt. Skin setting each other’s bodies ablaze—consuming and ravishing upon everything you could give. 

“Fuck—you’re so tight. Don’t wanna let go of me, huh?”

He rubbed your sensitive bud with his thumb. You tried to bury your face in his pillow, hurrying to hush your cries of pleasure. 

“Let me hear you, baby. Don’t be shy.”

He pain-stakingly slid in and out of your juicy pussy, grunting a string of curses. Jongseob had an ache, an urge, a fixation so carnal, so insatiable that could only be filled with the way you sobbed his name. The sounds your bodies made were dirty, the bedframe hitting the wall in sync with his thrusts. Jongseob pushed your legs forward, finding a new threshold to which his cock could fill. 

“I’m close—fuck!” You grasped the sheets, Jongseob hitting the spot that made your eyes roll back and take you to cloud nine. His growl turning into a whimper as he fucked you faster. You writhed on him, tensing up from his hurried hammering.

“Cum on this dick, baby. Cum on it. Wanna feel how wet you are. You wanna feel my cum inside you? Wanna feel it dripping out?”

His whines became rugged and uneven. Jongseob watched you drench his dick, forming a creamy white ring at the base of the shaft, his own strokes becoming unsteady and inconsistent, coming undone. He lingered there for a while.

“Maybe, next time we’ll film it.”

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Prod.Storm - Idol!Bang Chan x Producer!reader

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Prod. Storm

Idol!Bang Chan x Producer!reader

Word count: 1483

Warnings: None

Summary: You work with Straykids as a co-producer. On a late night studio session with Chan, a huge storm comes through and your bus home is cancelled.

The JYPE building was quiet compared to the bustling morning and afternoon schedules. Many trainees, staff, choreographers and idols always have somewhere to be.

It was around 3:35 AM and a storm was raging outside the window of the studio, audio from the speakers steadily repeating the same melody. Bang Chan, seasoned idol and producer was hunched over the desk, eyebrows scrunched in concentration. You were sitting next to him, crisscrossed in the swivel chair, idly rotating back and forth with a hand on the computer mouse.

“I think we need to change the background noise at the hook. It distracts from the drums” you muttered. Chan hummed in agreement and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head. You resist the urge to look at that tantalizing strip of skin being exposed, keeping focus to fix the audio file. Chan sighs and rolls his neck “I think we can close up on this tonight. We've done enough that Han and Changbin can pick up tomorrow morning-” a loud crash of thunder booms outside the window, rain now pelting down. You sigh and grab your phone “shit..” scrolling through you realize that your bus was cancelled due to the bad weather conditions and wouldn't be coming for a few hours. Chan glances over questioningly and you tell him your dilemma. “I can stay longer to work on this. I'll text updates for you tomorrow-” “no.” Chan stated matter-of-factly. “You're not staying here for god knows how long until your bus comes. It's already past 3.” He hesitated before turning in his chair to you “Would…would it be ok if I drove you home?” Your eyes widened a bit. Your relationship with Chan was strictly professional, maybe occasional friend stuff like sending music memes but nothing outside of the studio. You bite your lip “Um, that's sweet of you Chan but my apartment is kinda far. It's like 30 minutes from here” He nods and looks down in thought. He inhales then looks back at you

“..Then did you wanna come home with me?”

You swallow and blink at him “Y-you mean like…like your house? Stay?” You ask incredulously. Surely he can't mean that. Your older, attractive, single BOSS can't be saying that-

“Yeah. I mean what, are you gonna stay here? On this old couch? No way” he says. You consider what he said, knowing the couch would definitely be a week's worth of back recovery if you did choose to sleep on it. “Okay” you say before you could doubt anymore. He gives a smile and nods, getting up. “Alright then. Pack your stuff and we can get going”

You both make your way to the elevator, the unspoken tension seeping out from the slowly closing doors. He presses the button for the garage. “I hope what I suggested wasn't…weird for you. But I get it if you thought so. It maaay be a tad unprofessional but I didn't want you to suffer here alone.” He said, breaking the silence. You shook your head “No no, not at all. It just…suprised me I guess.” He tilted his head with a small furrow of his brow. “Surprised you? How so?” You give a little shrug “dunno…just didn't expect you of all people to invite me over. You seem more like the type of person to want their own space and alone time.” He stared for a moment then hummed in acknowledgment. “I get that. Sorry if I seem too detached. I try to let all the staff know I care.” Right. Staff. That's your relationship. God, what are you thinking? Focus. He did this to be nice because he's a good person, nothing more. You nod once and silence fills the space and carries over till you both get to the car.

The drive doesn't take long until he parks on the second floor of a parking garage. You both grab your bags and you follow him to the lobby. It smelled clean, almost like a hotel. Figures a guy with status and money like him would live somewhere like this. He greets the doorman with a polite bow and smile and you do the same, the older gentleman smiling back at you with a bit of curiosity. You and Chan wait in another agonizingly slow feeling elevator all the way to floor 4. Once you get there he guides you both to his door. “This way.” He quietly spoke, voice almost echoing in the large hallways. You started to imagine what you thought his place would look like. Was it messy? Or tidy? No, he would keep it clean. He even hated tiny messes in the studio let alone where he lives. You didn't have to wonder much longer as he grabs his keys and unlocks the door. He opens it for you first and you thank him quietly. You walk in and are greeted with his large kitchen and dining room area. Marble countertops and plush carpets along with modern chairs and decor. You can recognize a painting on the wall that seemed to be done by Hyunjin, based on the style.

“Well, this is it.” He says as he puts his backpack in the bin next to the door, carefully taking his laptop out and plugging it in on the dining table. You take off your shoes as well and put your bag down on the floor out of the way, making your way through the entranceway. He walks back over to the kitchen and fishes out a glass “Want anything? Water?” You turn and nod, swallowing down the dryness in your throat unconsciously. “Thanks” you reply as he hands you the glass. “No problem. Oh, let me show you to the guest room and bathroom” he said as he beckoned you to follow him down the hall. You trail behind him as he explains a few rooms, not that you needed the tour, but you weren't gonna complain. You walk into the guest room and see newer bedding and a clean floor. “Oh, by the way no need to worry about sheets or anything. Hyunjin was swinging by the other night and ended up staying over so I changed those out.” He explained. You hum and nod. “Is there anything else you need?” He asked. You were about to shake your head when you remembered what you were wearing. It wasn't anything uncomfortable, but it certainly wasn't going to be sleep-able. “Uh….if it's not weird to ask, do you have any spare shirts and pants I can borrow? I kinda don't feel like sleeping in jeans, and even then I'd hate to get your sheets dirty from studio shit” He quickly nods and gives a smile “of course, I'll be right back” as he walks over to his room. You let out a little sigh and plug your phone into the charger in the meantime. He comes back a moment later with an apologetic look in his eyes “Sorry, I don't really have anything that would fit you too well, so I hope you don't mind oversized.” He hands you a large black Mahagrid tee and grey sweat shorts. You take them and nod “No no, you're already doing me so many favors, thank you. This is great” you smile at him and he nods with a shyer smile “Alright then ...uh, if you need anything else, let me know yeah? I'm just next door” he says before backing out of the room and closing the door for your privacy. You reply a thank you out the door as well as a goodnight before changing your clothes into his. As you slip on the tee, you notice it smells like fresh laundry and dry vanilla scent that you can easily distinguish as his cologne. Embarrassed, you pull the neck of the shirt up to your nose again to bask in the smell again before letting it go and putting the shorts on. They were almost full length pants even as you rolled up the waistband once. You sigh and open up the covers, snuggling under the sheets and duvet, mind still racing with thoughts that someone should NOT be having about their co-worker, let alone boss. You swallow and reach next to you to turn the lamp off, but it turns off on its own, along with the rest of the lights in the hallway and house. ‘Shit.’ You think. ‘Probably because of the storm.’ You wait it out for a few seconds, then hear a loud boom of thunder as a flash of lightning rips across the window, through the curtains. You jump a bit and let out a shaky breath. It wasn't that you were scared of storms or the dark, it was just the fact that you were by yourself and in a new space while it was storming and dark.

Do you go ask Chan for help and reassurance? Or do you suffer alone in fear of awkwardness? Find out in part 2!

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