College AU, Bang Chan of Stray Kids x Female Reader (Self Insert)
Word count: 3154
Contains: *MINORS DO NOT INTERACT* fraternities, art, fluff, strangers to lovers, drinking and partying, sexual encounters, swearing, Hyunjin being dramatic and Han vs Hyunjinnie pre-debut like squabbling but nothing to vicious.
“For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night…”
“I’m too old for this…”
His soft chuckle as answer sounds sweet and mingles in such a lovely way with the way the cool breeze is caressing your exposed and heated skin, if you stay outside for to long you might catch a cold.
But you were outside with this beautiful enchanting man you’ve been staring at every chance you got for the duration of this evening, honestly it was a wonder you didn’t notice him standing on the back porch since your eyes had been practically fucking glued to those plump lips and oh god that dimple.
Your so lost in thought you don’t realize you’ve been starring at exactly that but he’s sweet enough to just hold out a carton, assuming that you’re staring at the cigarette stuck between his lips.
“Here, have one. It kills us old one’s quicker.”
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When you walk back into the house you find yourself entering the fray of smoke, bodies and kegstands however when you enter the kitchen you notice most of the previous group had dispersed elsewhere. Hyunjin and Yuna had dissapeared somewhere as a pair, Felix was patting a rather pale looking Han on the back to comfort him while an anxious looking Jeongin stood beside him.
Changbin and Chan watched mildly amused at the two when you approached before both of their gazes fell back on you.
"You guys have any idea where Yuna and Hyunjin wandered off too?" Chan and Changbin shared a glance with one another before turning their attention to you once again.
"Probably to look for a place to hookup." Chan said pretty unceremoniously and you huffed as you leaned up against a counter. You didn't mind it, the most frustrating part about the situation is simply that it means you have to find a different way back to your apartment or potentially stay over if they pass out in what ever broom closet the pair crashed in.
"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling like this party needs a little revitalizing." Changbin grabbed your shoulder and swiftly tucked you into his side.
"I don't know why but, I feel like I should be worried." Your gaze narrows at his devilish smirk, because nothing about it suggested whatever happened next didn't somehow involve you somehow. Changbin looked over at Chan that wore his own playful grin that only suggested trouble coming.
"There is no way this is safe." You stare at the open dancefloor, crowds now lining the wall as one of the tables previously stacked with beer pong was now stacked with two lines of shot glasses stretching its length.
"Oh its definitely not but I've been waiting to get my revenge since our first year." Changbin says as he cockily rolls up his sleeves.
"This is unfair!" You say outraged at the audacity of such a grudge, "I have been out of commission for a year and a half, its unfair stakes!"
"That's on you baby." Chan said as he finished pouring the bottle of clear liquor into your glasses. You poke your tongue at your cheek, it wasn't that this was such a terrible fate. Rather it was just the idea of losing.
"Fine losers, get me a beer." You let your arms fall to your sides and you stretch them out, cracking your neck in a mock warm up.
"But if I throw up, you guys are the ones cleaning it up." You grin and Changbin rolls his eyes.
"Yeah that's right, pretty boy it's on you." You point before lining up in front of your first shot, hands clasped behind your back. He stands on the opposite side of the table and the music softens so the party goers shift more of their attention to the two of you, this would be the first of many of these games in the evening.
"Rules are first one to finish the shots and shotgun the beer at the end of the table wins, one little trick no hands." Chan explains over the crowd and there's a few whistles and hollers before he starts speaking over the music again.
"Now let's countdown these two competitors, 5-4-...", the crowd finishes the count and you move forward. The first shot is bad but the rest following get worse, till your mouth feels like satan had pissed in it and successfully burned away the first layer of all you organs. The beer would be the worst part, refreshing but oh so gross mixed with the after taste of spirits. You start barely a second earlier on the beer and now everyone is cheering for who they are rooting for. Changbin does seem to inhale the beer in two gulps and you're partially relieved you don't have to finish the horrible beverage.
Everyone is whooping and cheering and you can't but help but smile as you wipe of the sticky lines of alcohol that spilled in your hurry at Changbin's smug little face, It would take a single reminder it had taken him nearly three years before he managed to beat you.
The little competition continues until eventually the people who are more interested in the throwback tracks make the makeshift dancefloor in the other half of the room and it didn't take to long to join the group of familiar strangers. Somehow the night feels like one from years ago, when you were reckless and any worries were forgotten at the bottom of a bottle or on a strangers lips. So when a specific familiar face found you in the crowd reckless would be your only reaction, especially since your head was still fuzzy and body buzzing from the alcohol.
Chan smiled in return to your own lopsided one as the two of you slipped into a bubble. It was harmless, mimicking each others moves and then trying to one up each other with even more outrageous dance moves. On which included in Chan grabbing your hand and pulling you into a dip despite the close vacinity of the other dancing bodies. He pulls you back up but doesn't let you to far out of his arms. Instead a practiced arm wraps along your waist as he pulls you closer, a small closed lipped smile on his lips as his eyes met yours. he leads your body in time with his and his head dips past your head and a nose nestles your neck just before a brush of soft lips.
Even now, with the fuzzy brain there were red lights going off in the back of your head but you were ready to ignore it because something about the way his teeth dared to tease your skin was telling you, it would be some of the most fun you would have in a long time. He had the concious to pretend to be surprised when you turned and pressed your lips against his and he swept you under his spell again for the second time this evening.
"Is there a room somewhere with no people in it that we both know?" You mumble against his ear and you pull away to see confusion till it dawned on him what he was requesting. He let his arm retreat from its place around your waist his hand finding yours and lacing his fingers through his as he started leading you towards where you saw a staircase was nestled. As you started up, following after you dared a glance up and you saw at least a few more stories, some people leaning against the bannisters as you disappeared up and up would stop Chan with lazy smiles and easy greetings, but he thankfully kept each interaction brief.
Once you reach what seemed to be the final floor he lead you down the un lit hallway right to its end, he unlocked the last door and let you in. As you fell back onto the bed, sitting down you let your eyes scan the space for a second, your eyes run over a few posters, his neat desk with his headphones on a stand beside his laptop. You turn to face Chan again who looked down at you with a smile tugging at his lips as he pulled the black shirt he was wearing off and tossing it somewhere on the ground.
"I think you should even the playing field." He teased his dark eyes daring you but lucky for you this wasn't a game you were new too. He bit his lower lip as you pulled your own shirt over your head and having it join his shirt on the ground. "Come on Channie," you coax him closer with a smile, "middle schoolers move faster then this." He felt his chest flush as he blushed watching the way your eyes looked him over obviously trailing down his torso, past his abs and the v line that disappeared into his jeans. He shook his head at your teasing before making his way over, his fingers wound through your hair as you gently reached out finger tips tracing all the hard lines only teasingly grazing over the waistband of his jeans. You tilted your head your lips grazing the inside of his forearm with a butterfly kiss as your hand gripped his arm before your eyes met his and he directed you higher up on his bed as he slotted in between your thighs, lips finding yours and moving languidly as he held himself up above your figure.
"Chan?" Your voice coaxed him back to reality, your gaze pleading him to do something, anything and his gaze darkened from its lazy glare as he dipped his head kissing you hard and quickly before moving to the spot where your collarbone and neck created a hollow dip, he nipped at your skin with his teeth and you let out a moan your nails digging into his skin even as his tongue and lips eased the pain with kisses. Nimble fingers pulled down the straps of tour bra, and you arched your back so he could unhook it and pull it off. When he finally had it off you shared a grin before his plump lips met yours, gently moulding you into putty with each nip and suck. His lips dipped back to your neck and kept going until he was leaving a trail of bruises over the plains of your chest, soft moans of encouragement falling from you kiss swollen lips. He finally took a nipple between his lips, his hands still decorated with his rings moving up and down your thighs kneading them. The need between your legs became to much as you whimpered thrusting your hips up and you sucked a deep breath as you grazed your throbbing clit against the hardness behind the jeans as he moaned deliciously against your skin a new set of shivers running down your arched spine.
"Around here we use our words." he raised a brow his eyes glued to your already hooded gaze as he lowered himself his arms hooking under your knees and mumbling against the soft skin on your inner thighs. You huffed out frustrated as you rolled your eyes.
"I didn't realize you needed so much encouragement." You retorted as he undid your shorts.
"I prefer my partners being vocal about their needs and their boundaries." He said as he pulled your pants and panties off with one go and an evil little smile.
"You'll be the death of me if you don't start doing something." he smirked as he left a trail of butterfly kisses down the inside of your thigh sucking a a blue bruise right next to the spot where you so desperately needed his lips to be and you yelped at the teeth bruising the skin. All your words died in your throat as he licked a long wet stripe over your folds and clit before settling on suckling on your clit a long ringed finger teasing your leaking entrance as you unabashedly moaned out your appreciation for his ministrations, you nearly howled hands flying to his hair and pulling hard when he inserted two fingers into your pussy, briefly grazing the spot that made your back arch. They way you chanted his name as he pumped his fingers into you made it sound like a prayer, when his teeth grazed your clit you clenched around his fingers and he picked up his pace, his fingers pumping into you faster as your nails dug into his scalp a familiar knot forming in your stomach embarrassingly quick. Your moans grew louder and he growled against your clit as you tugged at his hair especially hard, the vibrations tipped you over the edge and your walls clenched onto his fingers painfully and your leg caged his head in between them as he helped you ride out the orgasm, slowly moving his fingers in and out of you, each time glistening with even more of your cum, some of it making his rings slick until your chants of unsavory words and his name turned into laboured breaths.
"Fuck," he sucked the juices off his fingers as he crawled back over your dazed body ",after such a pretty thing, I can't wait to see what you like when I'm really done with you."
His raspy voice had your body reacting despite just having orgasmed and your lips moved against his lazily, tongue tasting whats left of you on his swollen lips and chin with a strange hunger that stirred deep inside you.
"Then do it, no one's stopping you Channie." You smirk against his lips as your hand easily unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans where you had sneaked it between your bodies. You felt him halt and when you looked up at him you saw the surprise written all over his face at your shameless actions. He moves of you swiftly removing his pants and underwear so fast and with so much ease you couldn't help but think he's obviously had a lot more practice than you or maybe he was just that excited. He slipped between your thighs giving himself a few quick strokes and you watched as he slowly rolled on the condom he'd pulled from his bedside table, hissing at his own sensitivity. He positioned himself over you again and you moaned as he lubed himself up against your folds, your legs wrapping around his hips and digging your nails into his shoulders.
"Please..." your whine mirroring his own neediness as he finally positioned himself so his tip was against your folds.
"Tell me to stop when you want me too babygirl." he pecks your forehead waiting for your nod before slowly pushing himself into you, you throw your head back, as your back arched at the feeling of being stretched out, Chan watched where you two now joined groaning as your pussy suctioned onto him until his hips were flush against your own. He rubbed soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs as he waited for you to adjust.
"Move Chan, I need you too move." He started to shallowly thrust at your instruction, grateful, any longer and his dick would be throbbing painfully inside you. He pulled back and leisurely thrusted back into you, touching parts inside of you, you forgot felt so good being touched. He started picking up his pace , his hips slapping against yours as his groans became muffled against your bruising skin as he planted open lipped kisses on your neck and skin between his lips, your walls tightened around him again as he started squeezing your thigh hard his rings cold against your fiery skin, his other arm holding your hips down as you arched every now and again.
"Fuck, feels so good..." he groaned beside your ear and again you felt yourself squeeze him, as your eyes rolled back as he brushed against that spot. He pulled all the way back , only the tip of him still inside and you gave him a confused look before he flipped you onto your side positioning himself behind you his hand snacked over your breasts before gripping your neck softly his other hand hooking your one leg over his side. He didn't give you one second to register what was happening as he thrusted into you hard as you let out a strangled scream at the pleasure. He thrusted into you mercilessly and held you in place, your body at his mercy as you felt the cold rings digging into your throat where he held you down your back flush against his hard front, the faint pressure making you mumble incoherent gibberish, as he literally fucked you stupid.
"That's it baby, taking me so well." he cooed in your ear his own laboured breaths brushing over your ears your hands clutching to his forearms to somehow try and centre yourself.
"Nng- Chan-" you moaned loudly when his grip tightened around your throat you'd have appreciated more if you weren't so fucking close to cumming.
"Your so beautiful babygirl, are you gonna cum again for me baby? Mmmm?" the hand holding your leg in place as he pistoned into you moved between your legs and started rubbing circles on your clit, you nearly headbutted him with your rapid nods, tears in your eyes as that overwhelmingly addictive wave of pleasure started to build in your lower stomach, damn thise red flags from earlier this was great.
"That's it baby, such a good girl, cum for me." He growled his permission into your ear, squeezing your neck tighter before he nipped your ear, his dick felt like it was so deep it was buried somewhere between your organs your cervix and when he pinched your clit, it was over for you. Your head tilted back resting on his shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream and over his hands on your throat as he continued to relentlessly push in and out of you despite how hard your walls squeezed him effectively pre-longing the high of your orgasm, it was one- two- three hard strokes and you felt his moan build in his chest against your back and nearly keened at how heavenly it sounded as it passed his lips as he came, his thrust slowing down as you both came down from your highs. It felt like hours but was probably seconds as he pulled himself out of your already sore body and disposing of the condom before lying back down his arms pulling you back against him as he started placing soft kisses on your temples and down the trails on your cheeks your tears had left.
"You did so well baby..." he cooed, exhaustion evident in his voice. He squeezed you closer to him, his hand brushing sweaty strands behind your ears as you both got your breaths back.
"Come on...", his voice soft as he helps you up, grabbing random items of clothes in the dark as he lead your tired body by your hand, now draped in a towel he threw over you , to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Your legs felt like they might give out as you leaned against the shower wall the water running down your body as your tired arms scrubbed sweat out your hair, Chan practically held you up as he pulled one of his shirts over your head and you each shared a chuckle at your momentary imbalance before you could see again when your head finally emerged through the designated hole.
The party was still going by the time the pair of you retired back in his room, he held up the covers for you to get in with him and when you finally slid in he didn't seem to mind your damp hair pressing against him when you draped yourself over him like a koala, nose brushing against his neck in your already half asleep daze, in fact it was soothing his skin still hot from sex and the shower, you fell asleep to soft kisses placed on your forehead and soft circles being rubbed on your back, coaxing you to rest.
I'm back, and I bet no one really cares, but finally I have free time and so hopefully the next few parts will be posted not a year later like this one, anyway, love you mwah xoxo
College AU, Bang Chan of Stray Kids x Female Reader (Self Insert)
Word count: 3083
Contains: fraternities, art, fluff, strangers to lovers, drinking and partying, mentions of sexual encounters, swearing, Hyunjin being dramatic and Han vs Hyunjinnie pre-debut like squabbling but nothing to vicious.
“For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night…”
“I’m too old for this…”
His soft chuckle as answer sounds sweet and mingles in such a lovely way with the way the cool breeze is caressing your exposed and heated skin, if you stay outside for to long you might catch a cold.
But you were outside with this beautiful enchanting man you’ve been staring at every chance you got for the duration of this evening, honestly it was a wonder you didn’t notice him standing on the back porch since your eyes had been practically fucking glued to those plump lips and oh god that dimple.
Your so lost in thought you don’t realize you’ve been starring at exactly that but he’s sweet enough to just hold out a carton, assuming that you’re staring at the cigarette stuck between his lips.
“Here, have one. It kills us old one’s quicker.”
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"Y/N!" Your friends whip towards the voice even before yours and you spot Minho with a friend beside him waving as they walk over.
"Oh no...", Hyunjin whispers as he sizes up the pair.
"He's cute, why haven't you told me you know such good looking guys?" Yumi nudges you in the rubs with her elbow as she teases you. You push her hard enough she stumbles into one of the shrubs. Minho gives you a curious grin and you brush it with a bright smile.
"Minho how are you?"
"I mean as good as someone who is most definitely failing a language degree can be." Minho shrugs and mirrors your smile fondness dotting his features, a softness you are blissfully unaware of.
"This is Seungmin, he had a debate with me in one of my tutorials I was assisting in and I couldn't get rid of him since." Minho pointed towards his that gave him a quick scoff and a look of disgust as if to say please, me running after you? Before he held out his hand for everyone to shake.
"It's nice to meet you guys, I don't know how but this asshole seems to make friends with the best people despite his shitty attitude." Seungmin gives a cute, bright smile as he passes along the line unbothered by Minho's scoff and grumbling curses at him under his breath.
"You guys heading off campus?" Minho enquired.
"These two are but I have some work to do at the arts building." You shake your hand and Minho nods.
"I'll walk you there."
"What about Seungmin?" You inquire half surprised by the sudden offer.
"I'm sure he can make it to the natural sciences building without me." Seungmin shoved his friend by the the shoulder and gave a small wave before walking away.
"Thanks, now we don't have to walk a loop." Yumi said and with a grin and a wave, dragged Hyunjin away.
"So am I going to get a free coffee coupon every time I text you?"
"If I do that I won't work there much longer." Minho says with a frown, one that's exaggerated and obviously playful.
"We can't have that now, who else will hide me an extra brownie when I ask." You play along and he nods as you round a corner into the art quad.
"Exactly my point."
Lee Minho didn't mean to, but he managed to successfully distract you from Chan and the absurd kiss, or at least on campus. Just as your eyes would peer towards the corner of the quad where he usually stood surrounded by the everchanging social crowd. Your name being called from the other direction would have you turning away to face him instead. He'd wear the same self-satisfied smirk but his feline gaze would always seem softer, molten chocolate as he welcomed you into his space, stopped you and entranced you with a smile and witty remarks ass he abandoned his previous conversation with someone or whatever task he had been busy with to focus his attention on you. He always dressed comfortably but in a casual uniform of T-shirt tight jeans sneakers and the same denim jacket you had spilled your coffee on two years ago that made him look effortlessly well put together compared to many of the other students on campus and like he did it with out giving it a second thought. He smelled good too, fresh and soft so subtle you'd only miss it when he left you, dashing towards his lectures after walking you to yours or even walking you to go get lunch leaving the sweet scent behind.
You often found your mind wondering between him and Chan in the last few days.
"Hey stranger."
The familiar voice was barely audible over your headphones and you quickly snap your eyes over towards where Chan was standing on the other side of your canvas placed on the big easel. He was smiling softly, but big enough for that familiar dimple to dent into one cheek.
"Chan..." You breathe your surprised greeting.
"I'm here to check out the boards, your professor told me a few were done." He explained his sudden appearance, hands in pockets as he rocked back onto his heels in a nervous gesture. So you weren't the only one unsure about how to handle this situation.
"Oh yeah, follow me." You put your headphones down the pallet filled with your oil paints on the paint splattered and messily doodled worktable you had been assigned. You wipe your hands down onto the black apron as you lead him out of the third year studio and into the other where the massive boards wee stored you wore hoping to get rid of most of the stubborn paint that made its way onto your fingers.
"I was starting to worry, it was like you disappeared from the face of the earth for a second." He said with a light-hearted chuckle but you couldn't help feeling a little guilty. You had been avoiding him per say, but you had been doing your best to occupy your mind from replaying the kiss, or his words in the gallery, or the way he wanted to disregard the whole thing. You step out of the main building and start down the over grown path leading to the back studio.
"Yeah sorry, you kinda tend to do that when you disappear into your art projects for a bit." You explain as you lead him through the workshop doors and towards the boards stacked against one wall in two piles, the ones that have been finished and the others that need a lot more work.
"These look amazing." Chan said brightly and when you look at him, finally letting yourself dare to watch him for more than a second you realize his eyes are glowing and a little bit f wonder sets in. "This is going to be what makes the event, I'm sure." He nods as if he knew his statement as the truth.
"I doubt your guests will be concerned with these, college students only ever worry about the bar." You joke and he turns his head, smile now directed towards you.
"Yeah, but I'll be focusing on this. It'd be impossible not too." Chan's tone is sincere as he admires it once again before his eyes fall on the boards stacked to the side, some still on their base coat others only decorated with the skeleton of planning sketches.
"You guys still have a lot to do." His brows dip slightly and you can sense the joy turning into obvious worry.
"Yeah, most of the students are focusing on our current projects, but me and Hyunjin are close to finishing up here so we'll start on these over the weekend. Yumi said she'll come and help too." You explain with a heavy sigh. Chan looks down at his feet and chewed at his bottom lip, he wasn't trying to be unreasonable, but maybe his concerns were misdirected. He had roped in these students who chose not to be part of the Greek system into his responsibilities, when they probably only planned on focusing on their responsibilities.
"We'll come help too." You look at him with surprise quickly morphing into concern. You weren't sure you could manage the frat brothers into making hypnotic swirls without breaking something.
"No it's okay don't worry about it."
"I insist, besides we have to come and carry these over to the events hall on Saturday anyway." His face was serious and left no room for argument.
"Then do me a favour and only bring members that are uh, artistically inclined." Chan chuckles softly and with a small smile looks at you.
"Will do."
The truth was that Chan had started worrying. He had already felt guilty about his spontaneous kiss in the staircase. He watched you for a week, turning your back towards him. Not necessarily on purpose it would just be that the barista he recognized from the Café would always beckon you towards the opposite direction Chan was situated in and he'd be out of your line of sight, so the previous customary waves and brief greetings just stopped. He'd noticed you weren't at the café in the evenings, because he was there almost everyday and you didn't show. He even went as far as visiting the museum and staring at the artwork you'd shown him, to no avail.
He himself didn't quite know why he was even concerned with it, especially when he absolutely despised the way you seemed to pull every single emotion out of where he'd buried them without even trying. Well at least now he knew you weren't completely doing it to purposely avoid him judging by the size of the canvas you'd been working on, it would be a little difficult to carry the thing around places.
"Hey, so are you doing okay?" Chan's voice pulled you out of your painful awkwardness. He had a soft look a brow dipped in concern as he watched you glare at the unpainted wood.
"Yeah... Y-yeah I think so." You say and you watch a grin grow in time with your own as you dare a glance at each other.
"It's okay if you're not." He jokes and you tilt your head maybe a little bit of bitterness tempted out of its buried confines by your lack of sleep and caffiene.
"Do you follow your own advice?"
"What do-", his brow dips and his gaze grows dark a storm cloud settling over his previously calm features.
"Y/N!" Minho called from the doorway. Your head whipped towards your life saver once again, the same familiar denim jacket, windswept hair and two extra large cups of coffee in each hand.
"Lino." You say to soft for it to carry across the room but your small wave is enough to draw him in closer.
"Come on my favourite tortured artist, I'm breaking out of your mental prison." Minho shoves the coffee that smells distinctly of caramel syrup in your hand without hesitation and turns to Chan.
"Hey regular," Minho said brightly and held his hand out to shake, Chan accepted it with the laid back grin he wore when interacting with every person he met.
"Chan." He says as a greeting.
"Finally, you keep ordering juice so I never get your name." Minho explained with a smirk before turning towards you and poking your shoulder hard enough to make you take a step back and you automatically shoved him back although half-assed.
"See now exactly this is what I mean, where's the threats to body slam me or give me led poisoning with your pencils?" He indicated eyes growing wide as he grabbed you by the tie of your apron on your back, "It's absolutely unacceptable, I'm getting you out of here. Bye Chan, nice finally meeting you."
By now he's pulled you a few steps away and Chan with a hesitant 'you too, man' looked torn between helping you as you stumble backwards trying not to spill your coffee or just leave it. In the end he opted for the latter, watching as you grew more and more expressive as you started swearing at the chocolate haired guy pulling you with him.
"Holy shit, places like this still exist?" You gape at the neon sign over head of the dated store front.
"Well yeah but I think the games they rent are what keeping them alive." Minho shrugs as he steps towards the glass doorway tugging it open to let you into the shop with its walls decorated with a variety of dvd cases.
"I haven't been in a place since I was 16." You say to no one in particular as you grab a dvd case to read the movies premise.
"Seungmin, told me about it when I complained about how expensive buying console games were." Minho explained wondering towards the wall of classical movies you're stood in front off.
"Look I know you love art but I was thinking more along the lines of this." Minho says as he helps you put away how to steal a million and pulls some action movie with horribly edited explosions and fast cars and pretty girls on its front. You quirk a quizzical brow.
"Y/N I'm gonna need you to trust me on this one." Minho's hand rests on your shoulder before he pulls a couple of other dvds with equally badly edited cover art .he leaves you however to walk through all the isles while he pays. Watching you curiously that results in a soft twang in his chest. You look tired, thoroughly exhausted, whatever all the things on your plate were was busy sucking the life out of you. The pimple faced teen hands him the bag of dvds and his change with a grin dotted with multi-coloured braces.
He calls you over and your head follows the direction of his voice quickly following as you both leave back into the cool night air. And down the street back towards the apartment blocks that housed most of the students in the area close to the university. Your phone chimes softly and you pull it out of your tote to check.
Binnie 💀🎀| there's a party at the frat house on Friday as we are being forced to work on the philanthropy stuff on Saturday you are obligated to come to the party, bring your friends.
"Who is it?" Minho enquires curiously as he sees the half crooked grin play on your lips.
"A fraternity friend, I've been invited to a party."
"That's great, I think a little partying would do you good." Minho hums as he reaches to muss up your hair playfully. You swat his hands away with that same crooked grin and a smirk plays at his own lips in return.
"They said I have to bring friends, you and Seungmin should tag along with me and my roomies." You suggest and his grin falters for a second as he turns to look ahead again. It's just besides moments on campus and him walking you, you hadn't really tried to invite him to do anything together, and even though you just did, he was torn. Giddy at the thought of you inviting him out, disappointed that it wasn't just him you were inviting.
"I'll ask him, he tends to be a homebody. Seungmin prefers club activities that consist of drinking wine and watching french movies with subtitles." Minho explains which in fact was true but also terribly cliché.
"I'm sure if you tempt him with free alcohol he'd agree, which student wouldn't agree to that?" Minho noted the valid argument to use later to convince his friend. However the temptation of spending another evening with you was enough for him.
"I'll do my best to convince Socrates to join us for some mundane debauchery for an evening, but I'll definitely accompany you guys." Minho assured you with a small smirk and you chuckled softly at his linguistic playfulness making something in his chest swell, pleased he could make you feel a little better.
After a brief stop at a take out place you had finally managed to settle on the well loved couch in the small student apartment Minho occupied. He rearranged different games that littered the coffee table to make some space for the different dishes you guys had opted for and proceeded to critique the absolute shit out of the atrocious CGI and script from the first movie Minho had selected, you stomach was full and your cheeks hurt from his hilarious critiques and somehow every time he smiled your face automatically pulled back mirroring his facial expressions but the last week had taken its toll on your sleep schedule much as it had your work and you fell asleep despite yourself the first few minutes into the second part of the trilogy that had managed to secure a larger budget than its predecessor.
Your head was leaned against the arm rest soft breaths replacing giggles as you curled yourself onto one of the pillows of his couch. He wasn't all that surprised however that you managed to fall asleep despite the high intensity film, the dark circles under your eyes proved it enough. He pulled a throw off the back of the couch and slowly picked up your legs to straighten them out over his lap tucking you under the light blanket for however long you might need to rest before he walked you back to your own place.
Your conversations have mostly been superficial in that they were never about anything to serious unless you ended up discussing your art.
You brushed off your interpretations of topics given or conceptualized by yourself, joked about them as something you're just doing because you have too but Lino felt like it was the thing that gave him most insight into you, beyond the quippy remarks and cheerful joking, because the work you produced were devastating and the hours put into couldn't be just for nothing. It must mean something.
His thumb runs over your calve as a comfort when you rustle and he turns his head away with a hard swallow. He'd rather not wonder any longer, everyone had their places they hid their real feelings in.
He could only hope that maybe you would lighten up a little more soon.
Minho is a hit with the guys, Seungmin even got pulled into the bickering circle of boys without second thought, everyone yapping away with snarky banter and humorous teasing as if they all knew each other for ages. Yumi leaned closer to you so she could be heard over the boisterous group that somehow drowned out the deep house music, her eyes wide with something a kin to shock.
"I am concerned." You nod both taking a gulp from your respective red solo cups, you had not thought they'd integrate so easily into the group. Mostly because well they were all so obviously bro-ish and Minho and Seungmin were not. The only guy that had seemed to rather not engage in getting to know Minho and Seungmin was Chan. He had said hello with a pleasant friendliness before taking one look at you standing by Minho's side before excusing himself to check on the beer pong tables and disappearing into the crowd. It wasn't that you were disappointed (okay maybe you were just a little) but it was strange to see him abandon his closest friends, it was a party after all and well considering the fact that the bright orange sash across one of the other house brothers torso indicated he was the designated monitor of the evenings shenanigans rather, not Chan.
"Hey, how a bout we move this over to the beer pong tables? Changbin said Y/N's beer pong skills are legendary and I want to see it in action." Han slung an arm across your shoulders with a bright grin and squeezed you closer to his side before leading the way over and through the packed interior of the fraternities rooms to a pair of two long tables on a porch visible from two doors, no Chan insight. You and Changbin made a point to pair up and won match after match, many players leaving with disappointed looks because of chugging cheap beer. You had defeated Yumi and Minho, both uncoordinated but surprisingly capable at catching the ball and barking out rather unnecessary sharp insults both seemingly blessed with a venomous wit. Your team had destroyed Han and Hyunjin, more than half of your cups still left, although that was probably because of their constant bickering and their pathetic attempts at completing impossible trick shots better than the other. Surprisingly the timid and sweet looking Seungmin had a serious game face and Jeongin was especially talented in sinking the ball into the red cups, enough so if you wondered if SKZ had their newly sworn in members train in beer pong. You snuck a glance over through the doorway that was parallel to the tables and spotted Chan surrounded by a group of other boys from the frat and girls who were making their intentions painfully obvious, not that you could blame them. Your buzzed brained zeroed in on his face, eyes trailing lines up his sharp jaw and over the plump lips and distinct nose.
"Fuck." Changbin disappointed tone told you exactly what you had missed and your gaze snapped back to the table, you'd lost your first match of the evening. The white ping pong ball floating sadly in the cup in front of you, Seungmin and Jeongin cheered before smugly bringing their last cup over, years of practice (and being slightly inebriated) making it an easy task to gulp down the luke warm beer and you both slammed your cups down on the table triumphantly. Yumi's arms wound around your waist in aback hug her pink curls brushing the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders and you could hear the pout in her tone.
"I wanna dance." you grin and rest your hands on hers.
"Then go dance, no ones stopping you." You reason and she huffs.
" I don't wanna go alone." She whines and you chuckle before undoing her grip on you and grabbing her hand as you lead the way indoors.
"Come on you big baby." You spare a glance over your shoulder and watch as the boys seem to follow automatically, your grin only grows.
You had found yourself rythmatically moving to whatever deep bass song was playing deep within in the crowd, Yumi behind you one hand resting on your waist. Minho who ended up in front of you who was also half pressed into you because of the denseness of the crowd, stood chest to chest with you and you had to peer over his shoulder to see anything, concentrating on anything was difficult as you continued to dance, Minho was a good dancer and soon his hand replaced the one Yumi had previously had on your waist, it had landed there to pull you out of the way of someone stumbling and hasn't left it spot since. Much of it was good, sinfully good but having the so many people so close to you and the room not having great ventilation you grew tired quickly.
You'd snuck out of the packed living room brushed of everyone's concerns with the excuse of needing air because that was all it truly was. You definitely weren't used to this anymore, and you weren't a first year student ready to fuck up a friendship after a few drinks which Minho's dance moves were so ready to coax you into doing so.
“I’m too old for this…”
His soft chuckle as answer sounds sweet and mingles in such a lovely way with the way the cool breeze is caressing your exposed and heated skin, if you stay outside for to long you might catch a cold.
But you were outside with this beautiful enchanting man you’ve been staring at every chance you got for the duration of this evening, honestly it was a wonder you didn’t notice him standing on the back porch since your eyes had been practically fucking glued to those plump lips and oh god that dimple.
Your so lost in thought you don’t realize you’ve been starring at exactly that but he’s sweet enough to just hold out a carton, assuming that you’re staring at the cigarette stuck between his lips.
“Here, have one. It kills us old one’s quicker.”
You take it and mumble a thanks as he holds out the zippo flame flickering and your eyes meet as you pull away slowly leaning back against the wall.
"You having fun?" You ask and the strangeness of the oddly timed inquiry isn't lost on Chan.
"I mean, sure?" He chuckles softly as he turns his body so he's leaning with his shoulder against the wall.
"I mean, you aren't hanging out with Bin and them? Is it because of what happened?" You ask and your shoulders drop slightly because you've been curious for most of the evening but your lips seemed to loosen with every sip of luke warm beer you took.
"I have other friends you know?" He says simply with a quirked brow and you mange to keep yourself from rolling your eyes. Because, yeah, you did know.
"I know, I'm just worried. I've never had things feel this awkward after one kiss." You explain with your own reluctant chuckle.
"Is that so?" Now he's grinning too waiting to tease.
"Yeah, I've been less awkward with people that I've slept with." You say, your tipsy and filterless mouth running wild.
"Well maybe then it's awkward because we haven't kissed enough?" Chan said with a half hearted shrug and a wink and now you're cheeks are flushed by more than just the cold.
"It won't hurt to try you know? I really enjoyed our previous one." How was he staying so calm, his eyes flickered playfully to your lips and you could swear the butterflies already flying around in your torso multiplied. This could be a sick, sick joke to him. Just teasing you for the sake of teasing you but you still leant into him.
You stopped a hairs breath away and you dared a glance to meet his gaze, only to find half lidded eyes staring down at you. Cigarettes forgotten, dead and put out, his hand finds the side of your neck and his lips are on yours as he closes the distance. It's oh so soft maybe even better than you remembered it, probably because this time you weren't frozen, confused and wondering what was happening.
Your brain seemed to focus on one thing and one thing only and that was how it felt having Chan this close to you and all to yourself, breathing and everything else suddenly came second. His other arm the one leaning against the wall snaked around your waist and you gasped softly as he firmly pulled you into him. Chan took this opportunity testing the waters as he snuck his tongue past your lips teasing his against your own. He didn't push or alter the pace, his lips moving against yours stayed lazy and languid as the butterflies in you stomach continued to come more erratic in wild contrast. He pulled back as the back door you came through swung open another couple teetering out drunk and too wrapped up in each other to notice either of you. Chan peered past you and when you turned back to face him again the two of you shared a grin and then had to work hard to stifle your giggles like naughty kids who narrowly escaped getting caught. Chan laced his fingers with you dragging you back inside without alerting the college students making the most of the porch wall. The kitchen however was not empty in fact most of the party you had spent your evening with was inside.
"Oh great you found Channie!" Han hollered, excited and definitely drunk if the empty shot glasses on the counter top said anything. Your eyes however met Minho's, a blank stare darting away and to Chan's hand holding yours. You quickly held it up and faced Han again.
"I sure did, here take him." You let go and shoved him towards his friend who happily jumped him affectionately clinging to him, Chan patiently enduring it. Seungmin leans into Minho saying something you can't hear over the loud group of boys taking over the kitchen. Minho signals you towards him with a head tilt.
"We're heading out."
"Really? Already?" You ask eyes widening and watching as the two of them nod in unison.
"I'll walk out with you then." You insist and walk them through the crowds in the house and then down to the sidewalk.
"You sure you guys want to go now, Jisung only just got drunk and last time he and Hyunjin ended up swapping pants." You point back over your shoulder towards the house and Seungmin chuckles lightly and Minho smirks.
"Yeah, I'd rather not witness the undressing." Seungmin confirmed and you gave them a sad smile before hugging them goodbye.
"Let me know when you get home safe." Minho instructed sternly as you stepped out of his soft embrace.
"Aye, aye Captain." You mock salute with a big grin
"You're insufferable." Minho answers with a scoff and a roll of his eyes.
"I learnt from the best." You ad a wink and a wave as the two start they're walk down the street.
"You think something happened?" Seungmin asked softly as they walked home hands in jacket pockets, Minho sinking deeper into his coat because honestly he'd prefer not to know.
"The only way would be to ask." He shrugged dismissing the rest of Seungmin's possible pestering and concern.
Eyyo never trust me with updates but it's here and maybe there's more suss part chaos to come who knows.
I was going to write some one shot's based off my thoughts but I think sharing my ideas for now should be good.
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Jungkook
Old school arcade, I already have a one shot for this but honestly just think shy baby climbing out of his shell as he grows more competitive, it's multi-coloured slushies and the colours mixing on your stained tongue after a heated kiss, its dancing till your sweating and have stitches in your sides from laughing too much, its him winning a silly plastic ring and getting on one knee to slide it onto whichever finger it fits as you cuddle a teddy you won yourself. It's him taking you there every anniversary and buying you ice cream before going on with whatever he planned for the day to celebrate.
Jimin
Jimin is such a bubbly bean ohmygoowdness, if you're not the one dragging him to every ride he's doing it. Your day will be loud and filled with stickiness because candyfloss melting on your fingers and you inability to not keep your hands off each other does that. Its screaming and ugly laughing as you spin yourselves wildly around on the tea cup rides. It's him leaning over from his horse on the carousel to kiss you softly. It's you guys running around like young kids with matching headbands and kids pointing and gaping at his colourful hair. It's both of you exhausted, leaning on each other as you fall asleep in the cab ride home.
Taehyung
Tae is our fav Gucci boy (sorry harry styles), he will send you a flower arrangement and a hand written letter sprayed with his cologne with the arrangements and dress code. A distinct knock at your front door and the boxy grin beams at you as he offers you an arm and leads you to his car. He''l spend hours wondering the halls of an art museum with you, pointing out favourite works and artists. Telling you what reminds him most of what song or poem, asking you constantly to point out the one's that caught your eye. The brief stop at his car has him pulling out a picnic blanket and a basket. It's an afternoon filled with jokes, candies and champagne. Cake spread over cheeks and noses, kisses to taste the icing on each others skin, gentle thumb brushing over the back of your hand as his chocolate eyes soften into molten eyes to watch you. It's chasing you over a green lawn of the park and twirling you in the air as he catches you , both out of breath.
Hobi
It's Hobi showing up unannounced won your day off with box of sneakers in your size to match the pair he's wearing and an art booked at the cute ceramic cafe a few blocks away. It's him sitting and listening to your week, cute sound effects every time he shows you his artworks on the mug he's painting. It's your cheeks hurting from grinning too much. It's him assuring you that you wiped off the streak of paint on your nose he'd given to you but only kidding because the blue dot looks cute on you. It's him walking you home, tucked into his side and pointing at every small shop and dragging you inside leaving with anything that seemed to intrigue even slightly. It's him spoiling you because you had a long week and he knows babies breath is your favourite flower.
Namjoon
Namjoon is the type to take a long train ride with you squeezed tightly together as you read your respective books, out of the city to a well researched little garden centre. One where he wanders with you hand in hand through aisles of different fauna and flora. Reciting the names of those he knew, or have or leaning down to look at the one's he's unfamiliar with. It's having a lunch of dainty pastries and fragranced tea as you discuss your current reads and the next plants you think of purchasing before your trip back, what spot, in which windowsill would suit it best.
Yoongi
Our fav homebody with that crazy tongue technology, would build you a pillow fort. Yoongels will build you pillow fort in the lounge with variety lights and cook you your favourite meal and you guys would take turns picking your movies. It's a day filled with hot chocolate and small marshmallows floating it, cuddling and super soft make out sessions under glittering lights blurred by the blankets hanging over your heads as you hide away from the world together. Fingers playing with hair or hiding in sweater paws as your limbs stay entangled until both of you fall asleep on the soft make shift bed pet cats snuggled in between.
Seokjin
Jin would sign you up for classes once a week based on culinary art as you both enjoy food and discovering new things while being creative, but the first few couple of times he moves you out of the way when he finds something to be in anyway dangerous to do, the older ladies in the class coo'ing at him being sweet, until you finally throw a little fit and he lets you do your thing, because Jin's cooking is delicious but everything tasted better when you worked together. It's a soft kiss your temple or a brief weight of his hand on the small of your back as you move around one another comfortably in a practiced dance as you cook together. It's sharing little tastes of the parts you making with each other and giggling as you drink red wine while you cook, his laugh infectious and smile blinding as he enjoys his evening spent with you.
Description: One long week and a hearty pep talk from your gal pals, Ryunjin, Chaeryeoung and Yeji and you're out on the town to burn up the dance floor, but who would've thought letting off steam felt so good.
"Girl you can't keep doing this!" Ryunjin dead panned as she took another sip from her cosmo. You pulled a face and shot back the last of your vodka on the rocks.
"I can! I am a woman with free will and the right to say no to men who can't dance!" You yell back over the loud music of the disco hall. Ryunjin had coerced you out after a long week, she'd convinced you to get into the glittery jumpsuit that you'd been saving for a special occasion and had zero room for any underwear with its plunging neckline and its sheer material with a simple why wait for a special occasion, so with fresh blow wave that was stiff with Farrah Fawcett spray, the biggest bamboo hoops in your collection and the platforms reserved for dancing you had the left the house in hopes of getting absolutely wasted.
"Besides why would I need a man if I can just dance with you?" You said with a wink and a grin.
"I'd like to actually dance with someone who has something to grind on or I can successfully take home." Ryunjin said and shot a glare in your direction. She was dressed in a pair of white shorts and one of her bell sleeve tops, and as you stood by the bar you envied her wise decision of opting for a pair of white go-go boots instead of heels.
"I have good news though, Yeji said her brother and some friends are planning on coming out with her tonight." You scoffed that was hardly good news, Hyunjin was an excellent dancer but would never dance with his siblings friends for the simple reason that he was in high enough demand with other women he didn't need too. His friends however had no shame but none of them had been enticing enough or managed to thoroughly seduce you into their beds.
"Well I'm not going to wait for them to show up, to start feeling better." You say pointedly and straighten out the jumpsuit and Ryunjin smirks at you knowingly.
"No one said you had too." You raise a crude finger at her before strutting onto the floor with its multi coloured light up panels. You found yourself a spot in the dense crowd of bodies grooving and dancing, where there was enough space for your body to move as wildly as you whished and sweat away the stress of your journalism job leave your body with it.
Minho wasn't keen on coming out for the evening, Jisung had dragged him off their couch and forced him to get ready. He was still recovering from his evening that he'd barely survived the day before, thus he'd opted for the tinted glasses in hope of it dulling the lights at the club just a little.
As soon as Yeji and Hyunjin had charmed their party past the bouncer and inside Minho felt his mood dampening even more. The music was loud and the place was packed, people of all sorts bustling around the dark confined space doing nothing for his headache. Yejis arm wound through his and gave him a bright charming grin, one the Hwang siblings seem to have perfected because for a second he isn't nearly as reluctant as he was a second before. She drags the group towards a booth were two girls are sat, Ryunjin he met on a previous occasion a possible birthday celebration but the taller girl with her auburn hair and puppy dog eyes was unfamiliar.
"Hey girls! Everyone this is Ryunjin and Chaeryeoung, Chae and Ryu this is Everyone." Yeji vaguely gestured at the 3 guys behind her that soon slid into the dark purple velveteen booth.
"Where's our favourite drama queen?" Yeji inquired and the two girls shared a knowing smile.
"Where d'ya think?" Ryunjin said and with a nod towards the dance floor the tables gazes flitted towards the dance floor curiously. Minho curious to whom in the sea of bodies might be the one crowned a queen and the others to search for the familiar figure.
"Damn...", Jisung said as his eyes found you and Minho turned towards him.
"What is it?"
"She really makes it hard to miss her." Jisung said and pointed towards the curvy figure wrapped like an extravagant gift of gold in the sheer bell bottom jumpsuit. Your hair bounced with your sultry movements, dancing with a knowing smile on your face, clearly aware of the way men and women alike admired the way you moved but not of them daring to try and be your partner. On his other side Hyunjin scoffed and shook his head incredulously.
"I swear she uses work as an excuse to come dance and make everyone else look bad." He teased and Yeji pulled a face but in no way denying his joke.
"Why are you still here? Go get us drinks." Ryunjin joked and shoo'ed the three of them out of the booth. Minho made sure to look back over to your mesmerizing figure as he followed his friends towards the bar. He lags behind them when he notices a rather handsome man finally approach you and the two of you start mimicking each others movements with flirtatious grins. When he pushes his way through the crowd at the bar towards his friends he realizes he's late to the conversation.
"Jisung since when are you a cocktail kind of guy?" Hyunjin teases and Jisung takes a big gulp from the cosmopolitan in the dainty glass.
"Since I found out how good it tastes and how quickly it gets me hammered, man!" Jisung defends with wide eyes and a pout that only draws a giggle from his friend.
"Minho, what are you having?" Hyunjin inquires politely and Minho shrugs.
"I think I'm going to skip the drinks tonight." Minho says, Hyunjin and Jisung sharing a glance before nodding. Hyunjin pulls out a carton of lucky strikes and offers one to his friend. Minho gladly accepts the alternative and lights his as his eyes wander in their subconscious search for you. It wasn't hard to find you the crowd making space for you and your partner to dance freely, many watching entertained by the show of spins and dips.
When the guys made it back to the table with the drinks its occupants were quick to finish them and disperse to the dance floor even Minho. Ate first he stuck close to Hyunjin but as the flirtatious winks and grins pulled everyone away and the night got later everyone loosened up even more. Minho had drifted closer to where you were and as the song started mixing into the next he heard the commotion.
"Come on doll! One more!"
"No, thank you!" Your voice announced loudly the entertained crowd from earlier suddenly blind to your rejection of the man who's hand had gripped your bicep over the golden bracelet there. You were looking at him with a big grin that was in no way friendly, in fact it was patronizing but the guy wasn't having it.
"Hey big guy she said, no!" Minho chimed in and your head as well as your pursuers head shot towards his voice.
"And who are you?" The guy said puffing out his chest as he sized up Minho who simply raised a brow as he adjusted the belt on his own belt buckle, the button up with its buttons undone exposing a firm hard glistening chest and the movement tightening the short sleeves material over his biceps.
"I'm the guy who'll step in if you continue to disrespect the lady here, doll!" Minho added with a teasing smirk. Your gaze flickered between the two of them your partner wasn't much bigger but something about your hero seemed to put him off enough for him to loosen his grip on your arm. Your smile grows at that, you grab the guys wrist and then muster all the strength and grace that you possessed to maneuver him closer. With a quick stomp of your foot you have him folding forward as you crush his foot through his boots, a quick knee lifting as you hit his groin and use your free elbow to knock him back under his chin. As soon as he starts to teeter you let go of the arm that previously held you and let him sink into a ball of pain and embarrassment onto the dance floor. You clap your hands as if brushing off dirt before turning to Minho who is stood with an impressed and incredulous smile.
"Thanks handsome, but I can handle myself!" You flip your hair back over your shoulder and his eyes takes a moment to openly wander over your figure.
"I can tell." His grin turns cat like, seductive and you can't help but to like it.
"Buy me a drink?" You demand with an equally playful smirk.
"Only if you call me handsome again?" He say s with a coy tilt of his head and a wink from behind his orange tinted sunglasses.
"Handsome." You wink and Minho thinks his heart might explode in his chest. He holds his arm out for you to lead the way through the crowd and leaves with his hand on the small of your back and the man still lying in pain on the floor with a huff of a chuckle. That'd teach him.
"What can I get you?" The bar tender asks and Minho raises a brow at you.
"A vodka on the rocks." you order, your eyes glued to the gorgeous man in front of you. Dark soft, wavy hair parted to expose strong brows and sharp inquisitive eyes. The two of you stand leaning against the bar just observing the other for a moment until a heavy arm envelopes your shoulders.
"Minho I didn't know you two knew each other." Hyunjin says cheerfully and you raise a brow at Minho who's ow gaze refuses to break away from your own.
"We just met."
"Oh?" Hyunjin says as he releases you from his hold and orders a drink for himself.
"You're friends?" You inquire and break the staring contest as the bartender holds out your drink.
"Yeah, he's Jisungs roommate." Hyunjin says and you nod, you haven't heard much about him before but Yeji had not been able to shut up about how attractive he was after the first time she met him.
"Y/N here's a journalist." Hyunjin said and Minho nodded impressed.
"So don't do anything scandalous or she'll report all about it." Hyunjin teased and you turned to give him a playful shove.
"Driving into the high school's fountain and pretending to be Jaws is big news especially in this small town!" You say and Hyunjin blushes embaressed his cheeks tinting bright red in embarrassment at his drunken tomfoolery. You look back over at Minho who seems vaguely amused but mostly uninterested in the conversation.
"What?" You inquire and Minho shrugs as he takes a step closer towards you so that he has you tilting your head back and up to look at him.
"Nothing, I was just wondering when you were going to finish your drink so we can go dancing?" He leans into your ear so you can hear the low smooth tenor over the loud music. He smiles down at you knowingly and you gulp down the last of the drink before strutting back onto the floor. Minho follows after, all of his reluctance forgotten. He doesn't hesitate to pull you into his own body your back to him as he holds your one hand up his other arm wrapping around your waist and guiding you in a smooth cha cha to the music. His hips move with yours delectably smooth, sure and in time. You'd be impressed if his fingertips weren't thoroughly distracting you from doing so as he trailed them over your side and exposed back letting you hook a hand around the back of his neck so his face was closer to yours. soon the music and the crowds became an after thought, instead focusing on his breath fanning the side of your neck and cheek. With a subtle tilt of your head to the other side you invite him and he dares to brush his lips softly against your jaw. Just as you get excited, a fluttering in your stomach at the idea of him pressing a firmer kiss to your neck you're instead surprised by more teasing brushes. A knot of anticipation started to grow as he continued to sway against you, in no way hiding the effect your body had on his own but patiently teasing you with a smirk as he pecked your skin and nipped at your ear lobe for another song or two. It took you being fed up, flustered and turned on and grabbing his hand and pulling him down the dance floor. Minho grinned to himself, but inquired where you were taking him none the less.
You ignored him only daring to pin him with a stare as you pressed his body up against the brick wall of the dark corridor, past the bathrooms and in the corner of the emergency exit.
Minho peered down at you with a bite of his lip, a silent dare one he din't think you'd so easily pursue but surprised him as your fingers wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him closer your lips and bodies pushed closer against each other. Warm and plush lips finally pressing against your own hard enough for you to be satisfied. His arms wrapped around your body fingers splaying against your back and burning your skin as he turned the two of you, pressing your body against the wall and a knee between your thighs. Your mouth opened in a soft gasp at the textured seem of the jumpsuit suddenly pressed into just the right spot. Minho didn't hesitate to slip his tongue past your lips and tangle it with your own as he ran his hands back down your sides and over the soft curves of your hips only to squeeze your ass. He pulls back and immediately sets to work leaving his mark on your neck. You're grateful for the bad lighting and the loud music as it hides the soft moan he coaxes past your lips as you tug at soft hair at the back of his neck in a silent beg for more. He complies his right hand wandering back up your side and thumb dipping past the material of the top part of your jumpsuit brushing over your ribs. You try and readjust your back against the rough brick wall but his thigh pins you and you gasp again as your clit rubs against hard muscle. Minho smirks, smug with his success as he nips at the skin behind your hair and gives your ass another squeeze.
"Listen handsome, I'm happy we're both feeling each other, literally and figuratively," You say in between heaving uncontrolled breaths as his hand now slips past your top completely and his fingers brush over your nipple, lips against your neck grinning, "but I reserve getting freaky for the dancefloor." Minho pulls back to give you space and with a concerned gaze observes you.
"I just mean, I'd like some privacy when it comes to you." The red lights that had shocked him to a stand still in fear of having done something wrong stops going off in his head as he catches a small smile on his lips as he takes a step back, hand ready to lead you towards your new destination. Fingers laced together you slip past other shameless couples and out through the club to a Camaro the colour of his sunglasses.
"Nice wheels, but how's the rest getting home?" You loft a brow as you run your fingers over the creamy leather seats and spare a glance at Minho, watching him lustfully as he manoeuvres the car out of the parking spot with ease strong arm resting on your head rest as he watches over his shoulder, careful not to hit anyone or anything.
"They can get a cab." He reasons and you sit back into the seat and look ahead.
"Mine or yours angel?" He stops at a traffic light and spares you a cursory glance and playful grin that you return.
"Well I don't have a roommate?" You point out and Minho chuckles to himself as he pulls away, giving himself a moment to pat your knee softly.
"Good point miss bigshot reporter." You toss your head back in a generous chuckle and Lee Minho smiles along.
Instead of immediately pinning you to a wall and picking up from where you left off in the disco, Minho simply observes as you switch on a light and then a lamp with some sea shells dangling off it deeper into your small living space. Along with the peacock chair the only other furniture in the small living room was an old mustard yellow square couch, a messy coffee table and a record player cabinet across from it. You decorated your home with a variety of tropical plants a carpet with a whimsical pink and green pattern on it and a framed poster of Jannis Joplin. Although he might be apposed to the atrocious rug, it felt homey in its own way. You kicked off your heels as you made your way back across and into the kitchen with a quick, "Water?" Minho accepted gratefully and spotted the packet of cigarettes on the kitchen table.
"Would you mind?" Minho inquired as he pulled one out.
"Not at all handsome." You shrug and put his glass down by the small table, he has to control himself from not physically combusting because the lovely little nickname was only making him feel good.
"Nice place you have here." You give him a soft smile as you lean against the counter downing the glass of water and putting it down beside you. You watch each other in silence as he lazily puffs at the cigarette, finally he breaks with a chuckle inquiring gently,"What?"
"Nothing, just wondering when you'd finish that cigarette and get over her and kiss me." You grin throwing his own retort right back at him and he pushes his chair back from the small kitchen table.
Minho makes his way over to you as he puts his sunglasses in the back of his oh so tight jeans staring you down. Anticipation takes over you as a gentle finger brushes permed curls out of the way and your noses brush. He dips his head down and devours you with a languid kiss, tongue scraping lazily against your own as he backs you up against the counter, an arm encircles you waist the other resting on the counter beside you as he gently lifts you the little extra needed so you're seated on the top of your counter. His tender deep kiss breaks away, lips brushing past your chin to your neck where the suck and nip as tenderly as he did your lips. Your hand slides over his shoulder to the back of his neck, taking a hold of the hair there as you let the whispered moans pass your kiss swollen lips, as his own dances along your collarbones, his nimble finger undoing the knot at the back of your neck letting the top of your jumpsuit fall free exposing your chest to him so he might continue to paint the picture of blossoming red dots over it. Your hands let go of their hold on his hair and strong bicep to tug his lips back up to yours as your fingers nimbly slip the buttons of his top free, hastily tugging it free from his jeans as you tugged at his bottom lip, coaxing a low tenor groan into your mouth.
"Mmm, angel you're playing a dangerous game...", he teased as your legs wrapped around his hips pulling him towards you grinding into him.
"Only cause I'm a girl that doesn't like it when someone keeps me waiting." You sigh as you rest your forehead against his, letting your tongue run across your bottom lip, tasting at the bitterness of the cigarette he had smoked. He chuckles softly breath fanning over you and your eyes flutter softly while the back of his fingers trace your silhouette down to where your jumpsuit was pooled.
"Let me make it up to you angel." He whispers as he tugs at the jumpsuit, lowering himself with the material as he pulls it past your legs and toes tossing it into a corner before his lips kiss up your thighs, soft pecks making their way to where you wanted him most, and the devilish look he gave through long lashes made it clear he knew it too. One lap at your pussy and your fingers flew to grip at his hair and his smirk met you as he hooked his arms under your thighs and dove in again. His tongue lapped at you before his lips latched onto you clit and a hearty moan of pleasure alerted him of what a wonderful job he was doing.
"Mmm fuck handsome, don't stop." You beg softly as you toss your head back hips jerking forward as he continues working you towards the familiar tingles of bliss. Minho continues to eat you out like he's being payed to do it, suckling, lapping at you until he feels your legs shake under his grip and around his head, your moans and approving praises growing louder and louder.
"Gonna cum lino, baby fuck!" Your thighs clamp around his head as white light splinters behind your eyes release taking over your body as you shake his tongue working you through the orgasm as he laps up the cum wetting your grateful pussy for him.
He pries himself free from your thighs and sits back onto his heels to look up at you, a satisfied smirk glistening along with his chin a pretty sight for your sore eyes.
"You taste as good as you look." He stands up wiping away the cum on his chin with the back of his fist before pressing a gentle peck to your forehead and you let your eyes close for a second and him at the tender moment, your grin turning into a smile as you push him away gently palm on his chest and let yourself stand. You walk past him and open a small wooden box with some flowers carved into its exterior pulling out something that Minho didn't expect but couldn't say he was upset about. He watches as you light the joint before strutting out of the kitchen a finger beckoning him to follow you which he does happily.
Your room smells of rose incense and the joint you were taking deep drags from. Your fingers tangle with his as you pull him towards the four poster bed a gentle hand pressing him down to fall back onto the mattress. You hand him the joint before setting to work. Minho takes a drag from the joint as you undo his belt, buttons and zipper rodding him of his pants and a soft sigh of heavy smoke leaves him as you remove his underwear, getting rid of the pressure on his half hard cock.
He rests the joint between his lips as you settle on his lap one hand behind his head the other on your hip, his brow creasing in pleasure as your hand strokes him slowly before lining his hard cock up with your pussy. You slowly lower yourself onto him, head tossed back as you moan loudly in appreciation of his more than generous size filling you up so, so well. His own groans only motivate you to start moving.
"Fuck, angel..." he growls as you ride him slowly, leaning forward he quickly takes a deep pull of the joint before enveloping his lips with yours, exhaling the smoke past your parted lips, sealing the kiss with a tender peck and a low moan as you continue to move.
You sit back up and exhale his hand on your hip guiding your hips with a sturdy grip. Minho gets impatient however his foggy brain taking over as he sits up strong arms wrapping around your waist and flipping you onto your back. He puts the joint in the ash tray on your bedside table and refocuses his attention back on you.
"Haven't done this in a while..." he whispers as he lazily pulls his co k out of you before just as slowly pushes back into you.
"Mm fuck, what'you mean?" You whine as he slowly starts to pick up his pace and his lips wrap around one of your nipples, tongue dancing around it before pulling back.
"Having sex, high." He breathes against your skin as you moan in acknowledgement of his words, fuzzy brain too far gone and his husky voice fills your senses again, "Although it's never been this good."
You nod your head but his hips snapping into you hard and with a consistent rhythm has you so far your gone that you're past floating, you feel like you're ascending. Nails digging into his back causes him to groan into your ear.
"Mm'so good angel, you feel so good gonna cum soon." He says as he gives a particularly hard thrust and your moan turns into a louder groan.
"M' too." You praise heel digging into his firm ass as confirmation and his hips snapping into yours becomes more erratic.
His pace turn erratic rushed and his fingers wind between your two sweaty bodies, finding your clit the pressure sending sparks through your body as you scream at the shocking onslaught of pleasure. Legs shaking, toes curling and fingers going numb as you toss your head back, pussy clamping down on him as it tries to suck him in deeper.
"Ahh fuck!" He growls as he cums at the sudden surprise filling you up nicely, slow thrusts milking himself into your stuffed pussy before pulling out and rolling off to lie down beside you.
"Holy shit." He breathes into the thick air of the room, filled with the lingering smoke and smell of sweat and sex fuzzy brain having a hard time focusing on everything that's in the bedroom.
"Holy shit indeed." You grin as you turn your head to look at him, your busy brain zoning in on him to appreciate his sharp nose and pretty cupids bow. He turns his head and his grin meets yours.
"I should go dancing with you more often." Minho sighs with a devilish grin before pulling you against his chest and leaving a peck on your forehead.
Seungmin: you have a plan for everything. nothing catches you off guard, and you’re the friend who has it all together. but only people who don’t know you well would characterize you as a square, because you’ve got the most unexpected sense of humor and a bright inner world. sometimes you just struggle to communicate it, and that’s okay. leave the curtains open, take your time, and those who are worth sticking around will find their way in :)
elusive. coy. a sexy rat bastard. no one knows anything about you and that’s kind of incredible given the fact that every emotion you’ve ever had shows up on your face like a neon billboard. you receive affection with all the grace of a noble lord greeting his peasants, but you’re a little too insecure to give it back. maybe try opening the curtains one of these days. you’ve got so much love to give. you just have to remember that no one’s going anywhere anytime soon :)
you wouldn’t have gotten this result if you didn’t have at least a little sunshine radiating from ya ;) you’re a warm person at heart, you get along well with all different types of people because you have an uncanny ability to empathize. it’s one of your greatest strengths, but even though it’s okay to be a bleeding heart make sure you’re not bleeding yourself dry. take care of yourself, or surround yourself with people who take care of you too.
Oh, how dare :) I got fluffy Aussie boy :)) I’m fine :))) Thank you, @mingkii!! This was super fun. I’d like to tag @whiteprincessofnohr, @sleepylixie and @t-toodumbtocare! Have fun suffering.
thanks for the tag Mars @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness! Tagging @delicatewerewolfsoul, @koishua, @oifelixcmerebrou, @haruphoria, @heresyourramen and @crispy-chan <3
I legit said “I’m gonna get chan” 3 seconds before the result loaded ksjdkdks
Part of the Hamratia Collaboration by @delicatewerewolfsoul and @sleepylixie.
The artist is Choi Yeonjun, Greek god is Apollo and the deadly sin, pride.
Genre: Greek mythology/ ballet school AU, Angst, villain YN.
Word Count: 11 305
Warnings: Mentions of injury, swearing, the word boobs once, backstabbing (because that's showbizz babyyy), Villain YN, the tiktok audio "gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss" comes to mind, and the crippling pressure of never being perfect that is often found in any sport.
Description: Cupid might never be a victor when apposing Apollo in archery but he had still managed to bring the Sun God to his knees with a single of his arrows.
and he will continue to torment him for his prideful claims, for Daphne's heart will forever be pierced by Cupids led arrow.
Yeonjun, a principle dancer at the Laurier School of Ballet, had a lot going for him, he was from a well respected family within the performing arts community and had been granted a scholarship many in the school would envy him for. Sadly he did have one thing that was not going in his favour a rather tragic and unsuccessful love life, riddled with beautiful woman and men, even the lovers of his closest friends.
Until he one day finds himself Infatuated with a prize he could not attain.
A Firebird.
Honestly you could never tell if Yeonjun was actually naïve or just played dumb.
Girls and boys flocked to him and he seemed to fawn over whom ever piqued his interest most but it never lasted longer than a month, or someone cheated on someone or the relationship ended out being a fiery crash of hatred and venomous bouts in hallways with wide eyed audiences. Somehow he always acted as if he had gotten the short end of the stick, for a week forlorn before another beauty of sorts would be the centre of his attention. Sweet melodies would once again come from where ever he worked, a soft tenor promising spring and love and hope.
You steered clear.
If it wasn't an emotional roller-coaster enough being a double major, his affections would seem to be. No, you'd much rather work on your stubborn unsupple hips and relevés you always get scolded for than listen to whatever hot mess he had going on.
And god was it a loud hot mess. Your headphones blasting Dua Lipa wasn't even drowning out the heated argument between Yeonjun and his dance partner, seated in the corner of the massive practice room by the only corner without mirrors and filled with shelves for bags you keep your eyes on anything but the pair. You turn to face Jungkook who stood stretching as well but with none of the concerns of being caught as he watches curiously a humoured smirk on his lips. You had been lucky enough to be paired with the groups teaching assistant, just as well you were sure half the boys in your class couldn't even lift you. He senses your stare and looks down at where your sat opening up your hips his smirk stretching to a full blown smile, great at least someone was enjoying this spectacle. A shame really that the two strongest dancers in the class were paired up together for the showcase that would double as evaluations, it meant none of the other junior dancers would stand a chance at impressing anyone but also it was a shame that they also happened to be exes. You huff a small sigh through your nose as you get up from the floor and remove the headphones to put in your bag and to pull out the black training tutu. Jungkook had suggested it considering the challenge of the chosen dance itself that from the start you get used to how it would affect your movements, when he'd announced that the firebird pas de deux you'd nearly spilt more than half your coffee on him. It was insane, you'd thought, you were much better suited for contemporary styles and the Modern Jazz ensemble but Jungkook was patient and understanding most of the time as well as stern when necessary and since the performance would also affect his station in the school you didn't argue. Your fingers guide it over your stockings and over your leotard before fiddling where it had bent funny or folded. You turn towards the door a scowl set on your face at who ever barged in, you had booked the studio for the next three hours no one was supposed to come watch you clumsily stumble into Jungkook's arms.
A boy stood in the door way, eyes wide as it landed on you, you recognised him from around campus a friend of Yeonjuns and a classmate Seo Changbin. He wasn't all that tall but his black t-shirt was stretched taught over a broad chest and big arms, gaze sharp even hidden under his long dark fringe that swept over his forehead and eyes. His gaze matched yours and the unimpressed frown he wore disappeared for only a moment as it fell on you softening slightly as he held up a hand in a small wave to you and your partner respectfully. You dip your head in a nod as greeting before another angry curse draws his attention and yours to the bickering couple.
"Yeonjun-ah!" his voice was loud and sharp enough to make the two dancers stop.
"We will be late for class AGAIN, if you don't move your annoyingly firm ass NOW!" Yeonjun's eyes flickered to the clock above the doorway his friend had just burst through and cursed under his breath before running towards you and Jungkook to grab his bags leaving his dance partner to angrily stomp her way after him. You sweep past them in a wide arc and into the centre of the room as you test out the silky pointes arching up onto your toes and back down as you wait for Jungkook to plug in his phone to the sound system and start the music. He turns and nods at you and you take a step towards the edge of the room aware of the curious gazes on your figures. You stand ready and as soon as the whirring clarinet starts you start your leaping entrance before a twirling arabesque. One thing you cursed Jungkook for was that he managed to choose a dance that had you constantly moving. The door shut and announced they'd left leaving you to fight your way through the next three hours of strenuous technicalities.
Yeonjun would've applauded himself for his dress of choice the baggy grey sweatpants he wore over his tights and tight black t shirt he'd been training in had made it possible to switch out his own ballet shoes for some Jordan's easily enough before Changbin could pull him out of the studio by his hair. They managed to slide into the back seats of the lecture hall for music theory just on time.
"What's the dancer that was waiting with Jungkook Sunbae for you two to stop squabbling's name again?" Changbin murmured his gaze transfixed to the page of his notebook as he doodled away trying to force himself into a state of calm.
"Who?" Yeonjun frowned he hadn't cared much for the pair that waited, he was fully distracted by the small mistakes that his partner was making and would cost him his place as top student and his scholarship no doubt. Changbin looked up at him, any ounce of sympathy for his crappy partner and whatever patience he had left dissipated into the stuffy air of the dark lecture hall, how could he have so little care for the people around him daily? He'd seen you in the hallways with either a massive canvas bag or a baggy sweater over a leotard and skirt and always with a tight slicked back bun that emphasized a deadly serious gaze that often rolled back at the sight of them or rather Yeounjun and whomever he had hanging onto him that day.
"Oh you mean Y/N ?" Yeonjun eyes widened innocently, with the realization. Changbin nodded and Yeonjun shrugged his gaze lowering along with his posture as he slid down to slump his tired body into his chair.
"What about her?"
"Well... aren't they in our class? What do you think their presentation will look like? " Changbin inquired curiously as he watched his friend shrug again his eyes still trained at the slideshow the teacher was babbling over.
"Jungkook is the teaching assistant but he'd managed to pair up with a sub-par ballet dancer, poor guy. Her ankles are weak and she's too contemporary, her theatricality is commendable but mostly just makes her routines seem sloppy, why?" Yeonjun said with a small tug at the corner of his lips as he swept the dark black tresses from his eyes that never left their pacing lecturer. Because of this he missed the way Changbins irritated smirk dropped away, his lips pulling into an ugly straight line, an expression that had started showing more recently. He would agree there was room for an improvement, but there was for everyone in their class even the principle beside him. His temper was on a very short leash with his friend as he watched his arrogance grow after every break up. Yeonjun's love life was tragic, truly, and he'd feel bad for his friends pitiful attempts at relationships if he wasn't such a goddamn prick about it. Yeonjun had managed to date many a girl or boy that even his friends had some sort of interest in, always managing it in a way that made it seem he couldn't help himself and Changbin was tired of it, exhausted not even getting a chance. That small little proud smirk was still stuck on his friends face when he inquired once more.
"Are you not in the slightest bit worried that they might manage to out stage you?" Yeonjun had to muffle his loud 'Ha' with a cough as he snickered to himself his friends gaze growing darker as his frown deepened.
"Of course not but its cute that you worry for me 'Bin." Yeonjun answered with a sweet smile and a pat on the shoulder before focusing back on the class.
That would be it, Changbin thought, Yeonjuns own pride would be his downfall.
He'd make sure of it.
"Hi! Y/N, right?" the strange voice announced its presence loudly from beside the studio door, you're startled enough to drop the empty water bottle and your history book. To tired to even worry about it, you simply raise your hands over your eyes and sigh deeply, brushing the few loose strands that had managed to escape from the the gel and hairpins during the the gruelling three hour training session out of your face. One would imagine after two weeks your body would be used to it but alas. Every part of you ached, actually it was a relief not holding that 10 ton excuse of a book and you knew if you didn't open your eyes right away you'd fall asleep right there standing. You let your arms fall to your sides and raise your eyes to the culprit who stood holding your bottle and book a soft concern gracing his dark features.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mind to startle you like that." He apologizes but doesn't make a move to hand you back your belongings.
"It's okay I'm pretty jumpy by nature." You wave him off not even attempting to muster the frustration you probably should have felt.
"Have you been training for the last couple of hours?" Changbins brow furrows and his eyes trail over your figure clad in some sweatpants and your training jumper. You nod slowly and pulling your phone out of your bag to check the time you'd ran over time, since no one had booked the slot for the studio after. Jungkook stepped out of the studio dark hair swept back as he pulled on his own black hoodie.
"Oh Jungkook, just who I'm looking for." Changbin says and he rests a soft hand on your elbow as he gently guides you out of the doorway his other still holding your stuff before falling away as he stands beside you
"Changbin Madame Jeong spoke to me earlier. Are you sure about swapping places?" Jungkook gets straight to the point, his brow furrowing. Changbin couldn't blame him, being evaluated on your dance ability and your ability to choreograph a piece from scratch was completely different.
"It's not like I have much choice, Tzuyu won't be back anytime soon with a torn ACL." Changbin hears your shocked gasp, and turns his head to observe your hand over your mouth and eyes wide at the shocking news. With classes being suspended for the rest of the semester and such a large group few people had known of her injury.
"What's going to happen now?" You ask eyes wide with concern as you look between the older man and your classmate.
"Jeong had suggested Changbin take my place in your performance and I participate in my own years evaluation." Jungkook said with an apologetic expression down at you, your tired features barely even managed a proper frown.
"What?"
"It's still a month and Changbin is one of the best dancers in the group, you'll be fine." Jungkook wore a guilty expression as he scratched the back of his head as he watched your shoulders hunch over, folding in on yourself as you start to slowly loose hope.
"Hey! Don't do that, you know I'll even come help out if you need me!" he grabs you by your shoulders and force you to look at him, he doesn't break the stare down until you nod. You were furious, not only was this inconvenient but it would effect the outcome of the rest of your studies at this school. But you couldn't even muster any of the energy you needed to be upset about it after a gruelling session.
"Whatever," You shake Jungkooks hands off your shoulders and take your stuff from Changbin who'd been watching the exchange with a nervous nibble at his plump bottom lip.
"We're doing Firebird, I'm sure Jungkook will inform you of how atrocious I am." You turn on your heal and walk away because honestly, fuck that shit.
"Hey I think we got off on the wrong foot I'm Cha-" Changbin stood leaning behind the studio door waiting for you to show up. You had contemplated not showing, because who cares at this point? Not Jungkook, not Changbin and certainly not that piece of work director Jeong.
"I know who you are, don't worry." You interrupt him as you fiddle with a hair pin that was practically indented into your skull with the way you had furiously stabbed it into the bun. Changbin to his credit musters the decency to look guilty.
"This isn't ideal for either of us but I have faith in us." Changbin says softly and you nearly bark a laugh in his face, you instead settle for a scoff. Yeah, sure he'd be fine he was a top student, technically near perfect almost better than Yeonjun only lacking the physical stature that would be needed to accommodate taller partners, where you're bottom tier at least in ballet, a charity case and no doubt a relief to be rid off, Jungkook was probably ecstatic knowing you weren't his responsibility anymore.
"Yeah, we'll see how you feel after the next three hours buddy." You pat him on his shoulder before brushing past him into the studio at 12 sharp. Changbin with a frustrated glower follow you, you weren't going to make this easy.
He steps in to the sound of Yeonjun's ex yelling at his friend and he can't help but feel a little better about this mess, he doubted you'd snap at him like that.
Your judgement was obvious, your face like an open book as you observed the pair going at each other. But it wasn't just disapproval, it was a corner of a lip tilted in a smile laced with pity. Changbin just wasn't sure if it was for Yeonjun or his partner.
He guessed it was the latter rather, by his past experience of being pinned with a scrutinious stare every time he was with his friend. You weren't part of the plan in anyway, in fact he really was praying to what ever immortal beings existed in the realms of the heavens the two of you would perform a passable performance at least, but there was always another way to throw Yeonjun of his game.
Love.
His ex was playing a big role in her reluctance to cooperate and he didn't even have to do much about it, in fact Changbin didn't have to do anything about it but that wouldn't be enough. It wasn't Yeonjuns first challenging partner, he'd manage, highly stressed but he'd still do his best.
"Changbin?" Your voice breaks his stare from the pair as they train through their rendition of Apollo and one of the muses dance and he notes that you're already in the black tutu over your not so traditional leotard. It wouldn't be a problem if the zip that ran down it's front was done up like most other students wore it. He swallowed hard, he didn't blame you, he'd heard that leotards were constricting, he just didn't realize it would do a better job than a push up bra.
"If you're done could we possibly get them out of here?" He doesn't miss the small smile that graces your features before turning around to face the mirrors and finish your stretching. Changbin clears his throat as he quickly changes out of his sneakers.
"Yeonjun, times up!" His voice booms over the music and shocks you enough to come up from the back bend you'd been stretching in, unwinding a supple arch until you're stood straight again, only to be met with a different sharp gaze from under black strands. Yeonjuns dark eyes are trailing over your torso as he makes his way over towards his bag, you keep your face straight as your fingers find the zip on your front, you taunt him a small drag down, his tongue sliding over his full bottom lip, before zipping it all the way up. You keep yourself from laughing at the way the softest pink dusts his cheeks and his eyes divert as you pass him, you'd think they'd never seen a pair of boobs before the way these boys were acting.
"You ready?" Changbin calls over, his brow raised. He hadn't missed the brief exchange and you meet his gaze.
"I am, but do you know the choreography?" Your brows raise and Changbin gives you a smug little smirk as answer and starts the music.
"ohmygod you're worse than Jungkook!" You babble. You swear you can hear your hips breaking as Changbin pushes down through his arms keeping your knees on the worn hardwood floor. Solid, warm muscle is pressing into your back as he leans over you.
"Stop complaining it's only a few more seconds." He huffs out, but when you tilt your head up you're met with a grin through your watery eyes. The timer goes off and you suck in a deep breath as Changbin lets you relax out of the pose. The session had been hard, he'd managed to point out technicalities that Jungkook had managed to miss or rather chose to ignore when he suggested cooldown your legs nearly gave out, it was outrageous the best modern dance program at a fucking ballet school. You weren't built for this. You lie back with a huff and watch as Changbin sets another timer.
"More?" This was crazy and he shakes his head with playful grin.
"It's only helping you." He points out and takes your now sweatpants clad legs and straighten them out for you before taking one ankle and pushing it up and towards your chest. This isn't nearly as difficult but it was uncomfortable. His arm that wasn't holding your leg was pushing your hips down to assure it from lifting and although he was sat kneeling between your legs he was still half hanging over your face. Sharp cologne, mixed with sweat was filling your airways and a thin silver chain dangled from around his neck as his he watched you. You clear your throat and head of all of your inappropriate thoughts.
"How'd you know the choreography?" You ask softly but jot your chin out just a little to assert yourself more.
Changbin smiles down at you. The last three hours had been the most time he'd spent with you, in the last two years and he couldn't help himself, he enjoyed your company. Your confidence, your focus and drive. Your being aware of yourself, wo you are and your bold assertion of it had made him more comfortable than intimidated.
"Jungkook and I ran through it last night after you threw a temper tantrum and ran off." He watches your eyes roll dramatically ready to snap back at him with something sarcastic or mean but he doesn't give you the chance too.
"I'm also pretty familiar with it, I've done parts of it before." Your mouth closes and brows knit in a frown at the interruption and he chuckles at the expression. His fingers trail along your calve softly as he sits back and releases his grip on your ankle to do the same with the other one. But when he leans back over you his face is serious, brows drawn pensively together and lips in an angry line. You leave it, to tired to pry.
"Y/n... I- what would you do if I made a proposition?" His sharp stare flicks from where it was staring at the floor and to your face and you squirm slightly.
"Depends, what's in it for me?" Your voice is low as each of you regard the other with hesitancy.
"An A+." Changbin answered and you laughed.
"You're funny."
"Y/N. I'm serious." You settle down and he pins you with a determined stir.
"I want to beat Yeoujun. I want his scholarship, and I want principle." Your eyes widen at that. You didn't have much against Yeonjun besides the fact that he was annoying and reeked of talent but did nothing with it.
"That's a little harsh isn't it? I get principle but the scholarship? Aren't you guys friends?" You inquire curiously and Changbin lowers his head to avoid your gaze. When he looks back up his tongue is stuck in his cheek as he grins.
"You'd think? Either way he sure as hell doesn't fucking act like it." He says it with a little bitter chuckle. The two of you sit in that loaded silence, filled with secrets, and revenge and jealousy for a moment just staring at the other.
"What do you say?" He's leaning closer and his words just above a whisper as he continues to regard you a moment longer, eyes flickering over your face trying to read your expression the tension was palpable if you stuck out the tip of your tongue you'd taste it and Changbins lips.
The glass doors click open.
"Am I interrupting something?" A familiar voice calls and dripping with smugness. Changbin watches as you roll you eyes and sits back with a little smile as he lets go of your leg and ankle. Yup, definitely the right candidate.
You sit up from the floor and look over at the door where Yeonjun is leaning a little grin on his face as he takes in the sight of the two of you, Changbin idly resting in between your thighs.
"It's called stretching, I'm sure you've heard of it before. You know, being a ballet dancer and all?" Changbin retorts and helps you to stand. His hand rests softly in the small of your back and gives it a soft pat to nudge you towards your bags. You zip the leotard down again, so you can breathe and fiddle your phone out of your bag to check the time and slip your feet into your sneakers. You still had 20 minutes of your session left, how rude.
"She joining us?"
"I can hear you." You voice is sharp as you basically rip your bag off the ground and walk towards them. You pause beside Changbin shifting your weight to one side as you cross your arms over your chest and let your eyes wander over Yeonjun's figure, tall and strong and delicate features, gender envy if you've ever seen it. God he was perfect, so hopelessly beautiful and and torturously seductive, strong figure dressed in a white shirt taught across his chest and sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips.
"I'll do it." You turn your head and face Changbin who tries his best to hide his panic.
"What? Join us for dinner?" Yeonjun scoffed.
"Oh, how lovely I've been upgraded from object to person worth addressing directly. No, I would rather not join. " You retort and turn to face Changbin and soften your features in a smile as you let your hand rest on the tan skin of his bicep. The same one that had effortlessly lifted you into the hair for two hours as if you were air.
"I'll text you."
Yeonjun watches you with an aghast smile as you push past and waltz out of the doors.
"Quite the partner you got there." Changbin had been watching your figure through the glass doors and smiled to himself.
"Sure is."
The door clicked shut behind them and Changbin tossed the hood of his black hoodie over his still slightly damp hair as they made their way out of the building.
"How's your training going?" Changbin inquired out of courtesy. Yeonjun had been breezing through the almost abandoned school hallways beside him almost without a worry.
"I think she'll claw my eyes out, maybe it'll be a good thing, then I can't see all the mistakes she's making." Yeonjun huffed his arms that he'd stretched up and above over his head flopping to his sides on frustration and Changbin laughed a little at that.
"How about you?"
"It's only been a day, but she's really not as bad as you make her seem. I've never met someone who works so hard in something she won't need." Changbin shoved his hands into his pockets as they make their way across the parking lot.
It was true. Despite your complaints about stretching, you'd let him run you through every part of the routine without any reluctance. Everytime he stopped and restarted, picking at a millisecond misstep, a finger a touch out of place, or an arm not soft enough, you'd let him do so without even so much as slight glimpse of reluctance. You'd take the critisism and focus on improving every single time, Jungkook had also managed to pick a character that suited your theatricality Yeonjun had previously criticised you for. You had even managed a lack of reaction at his fumbling in the different lifts, patiently letting him get used to it.
"That doesn't always make you good." Yeonjin pointed out as Changbin unlocked his car. Changbin had to keep himself from trying to rip his driver side door off at the sudden comment. Instead he takes a moment to pause as he leans against the car roof.
"What? Was that a little harsh?" Yeonjun said in a rather insincere tone from across the car roof.
"Get in the car." Changbin grumbles in answer.
"Forget about the evaluation for a second." Changbin mumbles through a mouthful of burger. It wasn't the best dietary choice but it had been a while he'd worked so hard for such a long duration of time, not because he had to make up for what you lacked but because your determination to do well fuelled him to do the same. Yeonjin was eating away at a plate of fries and looked up at his friend curiously.
"What do you think of YN?" Yeonjun pauses slightly.
There was no denying it, there wasn't many dancer's like you at Laurier, there was actually no other dancers like you. You were an enigma. Few would suffer through years of dance programs that weren't related to their focus, or even suffer through entrance exams in forms that weren't trained just to follow their dreams. Besides that, you held a seductive air, it was part of your muscular, curvier build that many of the female ballet dancer's lacked. You were stronger, your leaps and jumps far higher than most of the female student body and closely matching some of the boys in the classes best even. Your eyes were definitely what had caught Yeonjun's attention but not because they were a particular colour. Rather it was the firey emotion that constantly burned in them. You were passionate. Whenever his eyes met your sharp gaze he saw flames burn, gold and warm. And he'd be lying if he didn't say he envied it, just a little.
"She's pretty."
Changbins brow raises as if implying, that's all?He knew Yeonjun to well and there was clearly more to the loaded statement.
"Fine, she's more than pretty, but does that really matter? Let's be honest neither of us have been big on locker room talk 'bin." Yeonjun says pointedly and Changbin nods pensively gazing up at the ugly florescent lighting in the dingy diner. He guessed that's maybe why Yeonjun had swiped Felix out of his grasp in an instant. Because Yeonjun never cared much to discuss whom his friends might be interested in. Either way, Changbin doesn't see Felix around anymore unless he passes by a room scheduled for the younger groups ballet sessions.
"I guess you're right. I'm just asking, because I like her shitty attitude and I know most of the girls are stuck up but her words have a bite to it that I think makes her different." Changbin says out loud and steals a fry from his friend who looks him on affronted. But the words are heavy on his ears. Yes the bite, fire. Yeonjun thought, fire that burns red and angry.
"You have the weirdest taste."
"Yah, we have the same taste so don't go around insulting me just yet." Changbin said and tossed a piece of lettuce at Yeonjun but it fell short next to his plate instead.
"Yeah well, you're on your own this time." Yeonjun scoffed and wore half smirk as he picked up the glass of ice water.
"Are you sure?" Changbin said softly his sharp chin resting on his hands as he stared at his friend, eyes narrowed. Yeonjun didn't like it. Like he knew that it was a desperate dismissal of obvious attraction. His critique of your horrible technique and inexperience was something he's used to brush off his crush in his first year at the school because how could you ever be what he wanted ? You sucked and had no friends, in all honesty you were extremely bad then and he couldn't help but wonder how the fuck you made it all the way to third year evaluation.
"I think you're lying." Changbin said with a tiny smirk one that most definitely had the devil hiding behind it.
"I don't think you just happened to remember her name Yeonjun." Changbin said and chuckled as he pulled his wallet out and dug out some cash that he put on the table to cover their dinner.
"You're delusional." Yeonjun hissed and shot him a glare as he collected his bag and hoodie. Changbin was halfway to the door when he turned to face his friend again.
"And you're a terrible liar."
The atelier was empty except for the three of you. The blonde was tall and lanky, built like a dancer himself but here you were, at a fashion school. When Changbin said he knew someone who could help with costumes you hadn't expected this. You hadn't expected him to drag you halfway across the city in a really nice car on a Saturday morning, picking you up with a bag filled with a white tutu in your size and some craft items to take you out to a completely different art school.
"Changbin, I hate you."
"Come on! Hyunjin you have a costume design practical next semester and all you have to do is decorate a to and spray paint a white tutu red." Changbin tried to reason but the tall, handsome man remained unimpressed.
"I hate you." Hyunjin seems to stand his ground as he stares down his shorter friend, you bite down on your lip at the exchange and your eyes widen slightly as his glare lands on you.
"But I'll do it. Only since I'm poor and you're paying rich boy." Hyunjin held up a finger before dramatically sweeping long blonde hair out of his face. You feel a sigh of relief pass through your lips for some reason.
"Also your partner is stunning." Hyunjin said with a vapid flap of his one hand in the direction where you sat. You raise your brows and smile as Changbin shoots you a quick pained glare, "You'll have to give me her number so I can use her as a model in the future for a few projects."
You sit up a little straighter at the sound of that, Chin tilting up proudly. It wasn't that you were insecure, that wasn't the case at all. It was just that you were constantly in an environment were the bone thin and light ballet dancer was the beauty ideal and you didn't match it. It was nice, getting out and being reminded that you're most definetly an enviable beauty for some.
"We'll do fittings at your school next week." Hyunjin huffed as he pulled out the things Changbin had brought along.
"Really?" Hyunjin holds up a black t shirt and Changbin shrugs.
"You're supposed to be a prince, I can't just make you un upgraded t-shirt!"
"I would like to state for the record, that I said that too." You raise your hand and Hyunjin slaps Changbin over the back of the head and you snicker that you hide behind a cough.
"Why won't you listen to her? You're a real piece of work." Hyunjin shakes his head and lets out a frustrated huff before pulling the measuring tape around his neck and using a finger to tell Changbin to turn.
"It won't do, I'll make you a proper coat." Hyunjin started taking Changbins measurements, wen he said a number out loud you jumped realizing he was expecting you to write it down for him. You scramble and make your way over to the book on the table beside them writing down the numbers for him.
"Thank you for being such a wonderful assistant." Hyunjin says and his warm smile has your own lips tugging upwards.
"Anytime." you assure him and he surprises you as he takes your hand and plants a soft kiss on your knuckles before turning to face his friend.
"You. If you ever try to bring me a t-shirt and think you're overthrowing a prince with it again, I will choke you." Hyunjin scolds and you raise a brow at the title curiously.
"Prince?"
"Yes, its a nickname we gave Yeonjun since he has everything." Hyunjin explained.
"Everything?" You push and Hyunjin looks over at Changbin who gives a nod of encouragement.
"Yeonjuns always been a talented dancer and well, his family is pretty well off being some of the largest investors in the art community but he also has that wonderful scholarship that his dads company has at the school."
"It's his fathers company?" That was news to you, probably because you didn't have any friends to gossip with at the school.
"And everyone's okay with it?" You ask, your face unable to hide your obvious disgust.
"Well whats anyone going to do about it? Talk to Jeong? He's her prodigy." Hyunjin reasoned.
"But the students...", You try to reason and Changbins shake of his head shuts you up.
"Don't care, everyone wants to be his friend, fuck him or already has."
"On that solemn note, please leave so I can offer up my free time to this nightmare of a project." Hyunjin shoo's the two of you out.
Once you're buckled in the seat of the passenger side of Changbins car you wait patiently as he fiddles with the buttons on the stereo.
"What's your plans for today?" Changbin asks and you shrug.
"I don't have any, unless you want to train. In which case I'm fully booked." You can't help your smile as he cackles brightly.
"Wanna do something? I mean we haven't really had time to discuss any of our uh, approaches?" Changbin struggles to fine a subtle way to say revenge plot and this time its your turn to laugh.
"What did you have in mind?" Changbin grins and starts his car as an answer.
"Changbin I can't afford anything on this menu." You hiss with wide eyes and he waves you off, as if you weren't struggling to do the maths that would keep you from compromising your already strictly ramen noodle diet.
"It's my treat then." You can't help the grimace, what was it with these super rich art school kids. You sit back in the to nice chair and stare at his eyes wandering the menu.
"Why me?" His brows dip in question. "Why did you ask me to help you with the Yeonjun issue?"
An acknowledging nod signals his understanding but he's still quiet for a moment to long.
"Your a bit of an odd case. You seem to severely dislike him and well you are something he can't have."
"Please continue." He puts his menu down on the white table cloth gently before resting his chin on his intertwined fingers.
"The Choi's, as lovely and charitable as they are, expect perfection perhaps not from everyone but definitely from their son." You sit upright in your seat, curiosity piqued.
"You aren't exactly what is considered to be daughter-in-law material and that's not because you aren't pretty enough because lets be honest you're gorgeous. It's simply because you aren't part of the family's close friends, specifically one of the shining stars." You can't help the blush tinting your cheeks at the compliment mid explanation and Changbin notices despite the extremely soft lighting casting a glow on everything, enough to give you a small smile and a coy head tilt.
"Yeonjun doesn't have a lot of options but his romantic escapades," Changbin breathes out a humourless chuckle, "Let's just say, that's how he rebels."
"That still doesn't explain my unattainability?" You raise a brow and sit back in your seat again.
Changbin reaches over the table, careful of the vase filled with bright orange flowers and takes one of your hands softly in his own, the action was odd but not enough to alarm you.
Yet.
"Yeonjun always wants to be the best and for a while, actually, too long he has been." Changbins eyes are trained on your hand, having turned it over so he could trace the folds and lines of your palm with his fingers.
"Y/N, it takes one simple challenge. A suggestion that he might not be the best and his pride would rule him. He'd be so focused on proving everyone that his station is deserved, that he is in fact the best, that he'd be to blind to see his own downfall coming."
"He assumes that everyone has placed him on the same pedestal that he had placed himself on his entire life, so that the idea of someone not doing so doesn't exist to him."
Changbin looks up from your hand dark glare trained on your face.
"You don't like him, and he can't believe it."
"You like me more, would rather be partnered with anyone but him?"
You nod slowly to confirm that Changbins observation is correct.
"He can't have that. He'll become obsessed with proving that you're wrong in doing so." Changbins gaze is back on your palm, his soft tracing sending a ghost of shivers down your spine.
"So not only aren't you what his parents expect but you also seem to have a solid dislike for him. It wasn't the plan, honestly." Changbin looks up at you hand squeezing yours now as if it would convey his promise as truthful.
"But it sure is convenient." You say lowly and he nods, suddenly not so sure about how good of an idea it was asking for help. He wasn't sure if the blank mask you wore could because of inner turmoil, for all he knew his explanation could have completely changed your mind in helping him out. He lets go of your hand, sliding his own back slowly his eyes fixed on your face waiting for your next reaction. What it would be, what he was waiting for he didn't know but it certainly wasn't what he had expected.
The soft chuckle wasn't unwelcome but it was definitely confusing.
"Wow, how does that saying go? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer? Yeonjun took that pretty seriously, huh?" Changbin doesn't fail to see the irony.
"Don't get me wrong, we were friends and in some twisted way I'm sure we still are."
"But?"
"But I'm tired of losing to him." Changbin slinks back into his seat hands off the table and falling helplessly to his lap.
You encourage him to continue by pouring water from the jug on the table into his glass as if its a stiff drink, like the one he seems to need.
"There was this one guy. Fuck, was it bad. He's sweet and his cheeks would squish up and make it impossible to count the freckles that was all over his cheeks and nose. I wasn't even crushing, I practically skipped that whole step and boy did I make it obvious." He was sitting back up and he wore a half assed grin one that held more than its fair share of sadness.
"No one missed it, so either Yeonjun was impossibly blind or clearly was trying to make a point." Changbin resorted to finally reaching for his glass of water but simply opted for staring at the droplets running down the side of the glass.
"So he swooped in, charmed the living daylights out of him before I could blink, promptly broke his heart and now Felix doesn't speak to any of us anymore."
"Felix? As in Felix Lee?" The description Changbin had given wasn't terribly subtle, but it was still somewhat of a surprise.
"Yeah and unfortunately my friend didn't just betray me he broke my heart without even thinking about it twice or having the decency of asking if my puppy dog eyes meant something."
The revenge plot was starting to make sense and as much as you didn't like Yeonjun, Changbin might've let it slip that his opinion of your ballet abilities wasn't the highest. Of course sticks and stones, but you couldn't help growing fond of Changbin a bit of a Dark cloud that hid a bundle of charm and softness that had seeped past your cold exterior. Dammit you'd even consider him a friend, your first at Laurier.
He was still clearly worried that whatever it was he was planning you'd say no too, weary glances from his hands on his glass to you. You offer him a small grin to soothe his worries.
"Oh don't worry, you still have me in your corner Binnie." You say gently before sitting forward. "Now, what's the plan exactly?"
Yeonjun watched as your hair followed with your twirls, the red and gold feathers bouncing along with the tutu as you playfully one two stepped into a pirouette with a big smile, your eyes alight with joy as you giggled. The pretty glimmering costume sparkled brightly and he couldn't help but think that your smile seemed blinding in comparison. He'd never seen it before, such happiness coming from you while doing ballet. Granted, you were doing a terrible job at practicing proper technique or steps but the freely stepping to releve and the flowing of your arms with the glittering feather arm bands made you truly seem like a firebird, free and joyous and beautiful.
Changbin was right the character suited you and perhaps he had maybe judged your talents as a dancer too harshly.
Your playful twirls excited grins and entertained light hearted chuckles from your audience, Hyunjin even going so far as to give you applause for your impromptu show.
"Okay, okay. Come here pretty girl so we can check that the feathers don't come off or it gets in the way." Changbin stood up his coat black coat with the golden embellishments and lapels open over his white t shirt and he held out his hand for you to except. With a playful tug he pulled you into his chest where you giggled softly. Changbin held you in a couple of releve twirls before the two of you got serious as the two of you turned serious and he manoeuvred around the costume you to lift you as previously practiced.
Jealousy, it bubbled up inside of Yeonjun like a black sticky tar at the sight of you and one of his closest friends so comfortable with each other, in synchronization as if you two had known each other for years and not only two or three weeks.
This crush, or at least the acknowledgement was becoming dangerous. He was starting to fall back into his regular patterns, the ones he knew all to well. Looking for a specific head of hair in a crowd, a black zipped down leotard, eyes that burned with hellfire, without even thinking about it, second nature almost. He was on a downhill drop to being absolutely infatuated and this new version of you, free and happy it was only stoking the hearth in his heart. It wasn't helping his cause.
For once he felt like he'd lost to Changbin.
Be it because he knew you so well, or because he had the burden of being your partner or perhaps because he was the one to witness your joy or perhaps instigate it.
He'd never really been sure what incited your icy exterior and furious glares in his direction. He'd avoided you for most years but now he was wondering if rather it was the other way around and why it was bothering him that you would.
He'd never considered himself to be narcissistic and yet, what would force you of all people to stay so far away from him? Few who weren't exes and even then few of those actively tried to avoid Yeonjun in the way he was quickly piecing together that you had. Finally it would seem you were in arms reach, not so far away. Changbin was his link to you now, he might just have a shot at pulling you closer, pulling you towards him, the same way you had started pulling him towards you.
The night had started off wild,with too many beers and too many soju bottles littering the countertop of Wooyoungs apartment when the three of them left. That it was crazy getting more when they met up with a few other s but he didn't realize it would result in this.
"Yeonjun whats your deal man?" Wooyoung said bright smile and cheerful giggle following after as he slung an arm over his much taller friends shoulders and pulled him into a hug, never scared of affection but it was too much. It was a lot with the buzz and the loud music and the smoke filled air.
"I don't have a deal." Yeonjun grumbled but didn't even try to shove his friend off of him.
"He's just mad that my dance partner doesn't like him." Changbin said with a teasing lilt but that obnoxious little smirk was rubbing him wrong. This time he did shove Wooyoungs arm off of him as he stepped closer and peered down at Changbin, bare of the grin he'd previously worn. He wasn't tilting his head back to meet Yeonjuns stare no instead e simply looked up through his lashes his dark glare daring Yeonjun to do what he so desperately wanted too, knowingly.
"Admit it, you're jealous." Changbin said softly the same smirk growing as he knew his words hit true to their mark. He could tell by the way Yeonjun stiffened.
"You can't have her, she doesn't want you." His words were barely a whisper but the way Yeonjuns anger was zeroing in on his friend, blocked out all other sounds, "And nothing you do will change her mind."
"Because she doesn't care and guess what? You aren't as fucking great as you think you are." Yeonjun shoved Changbin back and was ready to swing when someone pulled him back to no avail as he stepped closer to Changbin who promptly stopped him from landing any hits as he took a hold of his wrists before both of them were promptly ripped apart.
"Go cool off!" Wooyoung practically pushed Yeonjun into one of their other friends who was standing behind him as he pulled him away from Changbin who was steadied with a firm hand on Wooyoungs chest .
"Go!" Wooyoung voiced again, louder and Yeonjun ripped himself away as he shoved his way through the thick crowd.
This place had been playing tricks on his mind since he got here, what had brought Changbin to suggesting this place from their usual spots?
The energy was strange here, it was something other from just dancing in the air. No here, the thickness of lust and sex seemed to hang in the air. It was starting to make him act up in ways he never would've dreamed of.
Yeonjun swept the cold water over his face. This was outrageous he'd never even thought of picking a fight with Changbin at least not physically. He breathed out sigh before sweeping the damp black tresses and back out of his face he straightened only to be met by the sight of you. He must be really drunk to be hallucinating now. He blinked hard and realized that it wasn't a hallucination. A bright yellow fish darted across his vision and his brain caught up with his vision. The men's room was separated from the women's by a bright fish tank, one that stretched its length glowing bright and filled with an array of both large and small colourful fish.
You haven't noticed him, eyes trained on the small compact in your hand as you reapplied the lipstick shade you had selected to wear for the evening.
It wasn't love at first sight. No, he'd seen you before, on numerous different occasions but now...
The sight of you sobered him up more than the cool water ever could, hair that was usually pulled back now framing your face, figure graced in a short white dress , with a generous neckline much like that leotard you favoured, the golden lighting above the individual sinks lighting up your skin made you glow.
It definitely wasn't love but something had changed, maybe it was him finally admitting his pining for you.
Your eyes caught his as soon as you snapped the compact shut, not a hint of surprise dawning on your features.
Instead you hold his stare as you put everything back into your small clutch a ghost of a smile on your face as you step back from the glass and walk away, only breaking the silent battle when the door hides your figure.
Yeonjun darts out of the bathroom and immediately seeks the figment of his imagination his head must of conjured because it was impossible, that you'd appear here, in the midst of all his way to high strung out emotions. He caught a glance of your figure sashaying through the crowds that seemed to move aside at the meer sense of your presence, everyone making space for you as you pass, to afraid to even graze themselves against you. Yeonjun squeezes through the gyrating figures, tall long body squeezed out and pushed out of the way, his idea to follow in your wake becoming exceptionally difficult with each surge of the bass and bright flare of light. White strobes creating stop motion images of the people dancing around him.
As he finally escapes the dancefloor he spots your figure leaning up against the bar, Changbin leaning over it as he whispers something in your ear that tempts a beautiful grin to your lips. Yeonjun immediately pushes away the ugly head of anger that threatened to instigate another fight and plastered on a smirk before sliding in beside the pair of you.
It was strange seeing him through the fish tank damp black strands hanging over his heavy lidded eyes and pouty lips parted aghast. You'd never seen him in anything other than sweats or dance clothes, you would be lying if you didn't say the white muscle tank didn't look good on him, long lean arms, toned enough that as he leaned against the sink you could see the way the muscles in his shoulders moved and now you could see he had paired it with some black jeans that came up high enough to accentuate his enviably tiny waist.
"Changbin, sorry for interrupting but I'd like to invite Y/N to the dancefloor?" His eyes stayed glued to your face and you dared a glance towards Changbins whos dark analytical gaze encouraged you to play the game.
"And why would I dance with you?" You tease, acting coy as you fiddle a strand of hair around your index finger he bites as he leans closer with his hands tucked into his pockets.
"Well I don't believe we've ever had the pleasure of being partners and well it might be best in a space you'd be comfortable." He leans back with a grin one that so obviously says he's proud of his little insult.
"Is that so?" You barely keep the snappiness out of your tone as you glare him down. Yeonjun tries to suppress the chills the look is giving him. You hand your purse over to Changbin and walk past him a shove at his shoulder, your heels making you tall enough to dare the push without it seeming pathetic. Yeonjun chuckles incredulous before turning on his heels to catch up with your long strides, by the time he's close enough to reach you he realizes you've managed to find people that seem to be your own friends judging by their friendly smiles and the way they made space for you the song the DJ was currently playing resembled dance hall and all though he was aware that his mind severely undersold your dancing abilities he wasn't expecting the sight in front of him. With not a single care for the shortness of the dress or the vulgarity of the moves your hips seemed to lead your body in a seductive rhythm that had Yeonjun staring even if he was sure it was inappropriately. Every time you caught his eyes, your grin told him he'd lost. He didn't even stand a chance to start with. He would've had better luck in the dance studio.
It felt good, a different kind of thrill. Shutting him up even if it was for just a little while, especially after you heard what his opinion was of your dancing ability.
He trailed you back to the bar and with a defeated smile watched you order a drink.
"I have severely underestimated you, I apologize." Yeonjun says with that same small grin and a shake of his head and you beam.
"Apology accepted." You chuckle and brush your hair out of your face as you watch him.
"I really messed up." Yeonjun bites down on his bottom lip and you force your eyes away from his plump pouty lips to his eyes.
"Yes you did." You agree and he chuckles brightly and loudly.
"I meant," He steps closer, leaning down lips brushing up against your ear as he lowers his voice,"If I had just been honest with myself, you might have been doing those moves on me." He pulls back and your head is a whirlwind of thoughts. Honest with himself? What was that supposed to mean? Either way it didn't matter, your stomach and well other parts of your body were fluttering dangerously at the implications of his words. Your drink arrives and so does Changbin who saddles up to your side comfortably, his arm wrapping around your waist and you let him so you can lean into his strong body and take some pressure of your feet in their heels. Yeonjuns gaze darkens.
"I'm happy we came, this place is way cooler than the uptight clubs we always go to." Changbin announces and Yeonjuns brow dips, he didn't think this place was all that great but judging by the sweat that was dotting his friends forehead, the music and his chosen partners were the reasons behind his high praise.
Your butterflies still hadn't calmed and the alcohol made you dare the chance.
"You finally ready to be my dance partner properly?" You shoot a grin in Yeonjuns direction, one he missed because he was busy staring at Changbins arm around your waist.
"Yeonjun?" You call and it finally seems to click you were talking to him.
"Of course." He dares a grin and bows slightly as he offers his hand formally, you scoff and with a roll of your eyes take the hand offered. He laces his fingers through yours and pulls you away from Changbin's grip only letting go to hold your hands up so you could spin.
One thing you realized, Yeonjun was a sore loser. He'd stepped into your space as the songs continued to switch through the mix list, this only resulted in him proving his own ability to follow a beat in time with your movements. Pressed closer together the air only got stickier, and you could feel the cold drops of sweat running down your spine as time was lost to you and apparently all form of rational thought too. It was only when a tender but heavy kiss found the back of your neck that you realized, you were dancing with the enemy in a way that could possibly have you arrested for public indecency. You took a step away and turned steeling your gaze so you didn't look like the deer in headlights you had suddenly become.
Because as much as shutting Yeonjun up was fun this was making you want to find out if there was other ways to have fun with him, you couldn't promise yourself you wouldn't end up in a more compromising position with him and that was definitely not the plan. You eye him for a moment his surprised expression, hair hangning in his eyes or matted against his forehead, in a similar manner to how the white tank was sticking to his chest hand reaching out to grab your hand again. You press past a couple and dissapear back to the bathroom.
So this was how people got swept up in the hurricane Yeonjun was. Distracted by the pretty lashes, sharp eyes that devoured you whole and those terribly soft lips. Ghosts of his fingers ran over your body, everywhere he had dared to touch so surely, the spot on the back of your neck burning at the memory of the kisses weight. You dared a look into the floor length mirror parallel to the door you'd rushed through. He'd left you a mess, sticky with sweat and smudged mascara around your eyes, breathless and hair messy. You couldn't help but wonder what power it is he possessed to so easily dishevel your appearance. You purposefully rub at the dark circles under your eyes and dare to pat some cold water to your neck to collect yourself before entering the fray again. It wasn't hard to find him, your body now drawing towards him like a magnet as if he was the sun, tugging you into his atmosphere, but the body plastered to him quickly stops you. Life had a lovely way of reminding you why you'd avoided the beauty, his gravitational pull always seemed to have room for more. With a scoff and a reality check you press your way towards the man that still had your bag. Changbin was stuck in a booth with some other friends your purse on the table in front, whomever he'd been dancing with earlier nowhere to be seen.
"I'm leaving." Changbin shoots up as you grab your purse.
"I'll come with you." He insists and just as you're ready to politely decline a voice interrupts.
"Y/N?" Yeonjun is beside you a hand on your shoulder, brows furrowed as if concerned but a quick peak over his shoulder makes you aware the guy he'd found wasn't hanging to far off . You shrug of his hand and fix your eyes on Changbin.
"That'd be great." Changbin follows after you, hand on the small of your back as the pair of you trail towards the exit leaving Yeonjun to watch after with an empty pang in his chest. He tried to will his feet to move after you but it didn't instead, he stood glued eyes following over the crowd as Changbin accompanied you out the door with his arm around your shoulder and you tucked into his side.
Yeonjun had been left to observe you from far away for the final week before the showcase, in passing when you came in to the studio with Changbin after his own practice slot. You didn't acknowledge his presence, instead focusing on the music or your practice tutu or your pointes instead of him.
But he chalked it down to you simply trying to focus on what was to come.
When he finally did get to see you it was minutes before your peformance, dressed in gold and red. Hair slicked back and a headband of red and gold feathers over it, even with the light from the stage you glowed, shimmered with beauty and charm as you warmed up, smiling at the stage hands that passed you. He came up beside you and for the first time in a week your eyes fell on him.
"YN, I just wanted to say goodluck and well I was wondering if when we could go dancing together again?" Yeonjun was leaning up against the bar you were busy stretching on.
You laugh soft enough to not bother the other performance but still full and hearty, Yeonjun raises a brow he hadn't said anything funny.
"Sorry its just, well you must be blind." Yeonjun takes a step back as he watches her lips quirk upwards. It was just the two of them and the stage hands, Changbin was in the other wing waiting for the curtains for the rendition of the dance of the snowflakes to end. No one to witness the mask that seemed to fall away from the beautifully painted face.
"You know at first I was jealous of you. Perfect, you. With the perfect scholarship, not that you need it because of your daddy. Then I was angry because how could you waste time like that and still be so good. Well now...", Firey eyes ringed with read eyeshadow and golden flakes, disdainfully drags over his figure from head to toe.
"Now I'm just disappointed."
"Yeonjun I hate you, but not because you ever even had the chance to break my heart because lets be honest I'm not half as dumb as you think." You stop stretching as you step closer towards him where he was now frozen in place.
"No, I hate you because you have everything, all that you'd need to be the best but you're to distracted to ever reach your full potential."
"I don't need this, I'm a modern dancer, to contemporary for the genre anyway. I don't give a fuck about Jeong." Yeonjun sucks in a breath not at the crass words but rather the quotation of his own critique of your abilities, "... but you, you're her little prodigy and you have to do well, you have a scholarship and a family name that you need to maintain. My inability to be perfect means nothing. " You brush an invisible dust particle off his exposed shoulder before continuing.
"Your imperfections though, every single little mistake, every little misstep everyone out there will be looking for exactly that, they're waiting for your downfall and me?" You look up at him blazing eyes staring at him from behind bright red eyeshadow, "well, I'm praying for it."
Even if Yeonjun wasn't speechless he wouldn't have been able to actually retaliate because a 30 second call was made for your stage. Your grin didn't falter in fact it grew to the big stage smile every dancer wore while performing as you turned away from his figure as the pair on stage passed by you at the entrance of the wing you were waiting in. The lights on the stage lit up as Changbin entered the stage, the black velveten coat and golden decorations glimmered under the light bright and bold, but it casted a bright glow around your figure, lighting up the red and gold feathers of your tutu in a warm light only growing brighter as you started your dance onto the stage. Yeonjun eyes were glued to you, the performance that of which was visible from where he stood taking his breath away. It might've been the lack of oxygen or perhaps it was shock, the fogginess that clouded the edges of his vision as his eyes followed the soft movements of your arms, the bounce of the tutu as you leaped through the air, even the arch of your spine as Changbin hoisted you up and over his head, held you in his arms time and time again as the battle of freedom between the firebird an he prince commenced. He saw the pretty picture of sorrow and torment as the Firebird fought to break free and the prince with his own battle of caging the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in and ultimately be the cause of its death. The longing on the prince's face as she disappears and leaves him with only a single mark of her, a red feather.
It's only then he feels the insistent tug of his partner at his arm, trying to pull him closer towards the exit of the wing for his own performance. Yeonjun tried to force himself to focus but his eyes landed on the pair a moment before walking onto the stage. Your body was being squeezed in a joyous hug, Changbin cheering silently as he spun you around, your own smile was bright, big and effervescent. Blinding just like the stage lights that obscured the audience, even the front row he knew was reserved for lecturers and special guests. He could only hear the blood rushing in his ears that's probably why he missed the first few counts. He was behind now, muscle memory kicking in but never being enough to chase the fog far enough to catch up but only to make him more aware of the battle he was fighting to get back on beat. His body wouldn't let him, it was like there was a really strange weight keeping his legs and arms from moving right, but his head seemed to be floating, miles away from here. Off in the wings where you had been smiling, happy in someone else's arms. Smiling as your lips move, your eyes on fire as his world falls apart a little, by little as you utter those words, those prayers , those hopes of imperfections coming true with every note and every misstep and every delayed catch of his partners hand, he can feel it. The stuffy auditorium, how it was starting to suffocate him, the bitter taste of disappointment, of failure on the tip of his tongue as the shallow breaths passed over his dry lips and he inhaled the small particles of dust that everyone could see in the bright lights that was shining on every mistake he made.
As those curtains closed and the lack luster applause was still fuzzy to his ears, blood still rushing through it. He realized you'd wished his worse fears upon him, that they'd come true .
That those velveteen curtains blocking out the stage lights, was like the sun disappearing, that you'd burned so bright for the brief moment he'd set his sights on you. So bright he didn't realize how dark it would be when his downfall came.
College AU, Bang Chan of Stray Kids x Female Reader (Self Insert)
Word count: 6610 words
Contains: fraternities, art, fluff, strangers to lovers, this ones boring sorry, swearing, Hyunjin being dramatic and Han vs Hyunjinnie pre-debut like squabbling but nothing to vicious, Changbin being whiny baby.tm, smoking of cigarettes.
"For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry, starry night..."
"I'm too old for this..."
His soft chuckle as answer sounds sweet and mingles in such a lovely way with the way the cool breeze is caressing your exposed and heated skin, if you stay outside for to long you might catch a cold.
But you were outside with this beautiful enchanting man you've been staring at every chance you got for the duration of this evening, honestly it was a wonder you didn't notice him standing on the back porch since your eyes had been practically fucking glued to those plump lips and oh god that dimple.
Your so lost in thought you don't realize you've been starring at exactly that but he's sweet enough to just hold out a carton, assuming that you're staring at the cigarette stuck between his lips.
"Here, have one. It kills us old one's quicker."
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The next time you saw Chan was on campus, the next day.
It was in the campus coffee shop, the clock on your phone screen read just past four in the afternoon. You hadn't bothered taking off your apron you'd been wearing over your jeans and sweater and you were pretty sure there were streaks of blue and yellow over your cheeks and forehead from where wet paint had smudged when you tried to brush hair out of your face. You'd only even left because Hyunjin had volunteered paying for his and your coffee orders if it meant he didn't have to leave the studio himself and well you were in desperate need of a pick me up and a sucker for free shit.
Your individual assignment had been ripped to shreds.
The self portrait critiqued so harshly you contemplated just starting over completely, by tossing the canvas into a dumpster and setting it on fire, burning weeks of hard work but there wasn't time for that. If that wasn't the worst part it was that half the students who were supposed to be helping out also got shit on and decided to just not show for the hours needed to finish the goddamn frat boards. Even though you'd reminded yourself that Chan wasn't a walking renaissance sculpture but to say that the strange intimateness of the night before hadn't created a strange attraction to him would be a lie.
Your body had worked on its own accord when it spotted him. You felt a smile tug at the corner of your lips and something other than excitement it felt more like a wave of relief sweep through you as you stepped towards him. Chan would listen, he'd understand and give friendly words of encouragement. You were about to swerve from the line to the end of the counter for collections where he stood, but you stopped dead before spinning around and slowly returned back to the line. Broad shoulders had hid the petite figure of a girl with strawberry blonde hair who was smiling up at him with adoration. His arm had laced around her tiny waist in the pretty periwinkle dress and pulled her closer exposing her soft feminine features to you. His lips moved and she tossed her bad in a bright giggle and his shoulders shook as he laughed along.
You couldn't hear anything because you were to busy forcing yourself to look away and stare at your shoes instead cursing yourself out mentally because your reaction would get you diagnosed clinically insane. Last night felt like a figment of your imagination, whatever had happened the night before, it must've been just your assuming it had meant something, been more intimate than it was. Well, then...
You would not be getting an ounce of his attention again.
Not if that was his type.
She was so, so pretty. You'd probably also be all over her if you had the chance.
Fuck.
The cashier called next and you numbly ordered an Iced Americano for your best friend and a warm one for yourself to unfreeze the chill that covered your body, the previous sight having shocked you like a bucket of ice water tipping over your head, and then because you felt like you might need it an energy drink because right now a heart attack sounded better than living with your embarrassment.
When you were done paying and stepped away from the crabby looking boy behind the cash register you realized a second to late that now if they were to leave he'd face you head on. You turn eyes darting and looking for an open table on the other side of the café. You spot one in the opposite corner by the window, an empty table that would be blocked by other customers and well out of their way. You plop down just as you hear someone call Chans name for his order. You pick at the blue acrylic paint stuck under your nails like it's the most interesting thing in the world as you wait for the soft giggles of his companion to disappear from ear shot. You only let yourself look up again when it's muffled by the glass windows and immediately regret it as the pass before you directly. Chans gaze is glued on his shorter companion and whatever she's saying, a beautiful smile that warms his cold features in such a lovely way. You don't realize you're staring until his eyes suddenly flit over orange hair, his bright grin shrinking into a closed lipped smile and he waves you lift your hand just before they pass out of sight and around the corner, your gazes fixed together until he disappears and you slump over the table in an attempt to become part of the furniture and disappear from the world.
09:30
You had arrived at the café, a sigh of relief brushing past your lips at the sight of the crescent moon that glowed above its doorway and lit up the damp cobblestone walkway, dotting the shinny rounds of stone like glittering stars underneath your feet. The cozy interior littered with millions of indoor plants in mis matched pots glowed thanks to its warm lighting. Your hand gripped the door when you spotted him. It was the same table close to the back corner, dark hair brushing his brows and eyes laser focused on his laptop screen that reflected of his porcelain skin. You watched him fiddle with one of the plain silver hoops he wore as he frowned at something on the screen.
No, you would not let him stop you or rather your embarrassment that was unbeknownst to anyone else but plagued your conscious. This café was the nicest one so close to your apartment building and a ten minute walk too. Only for free WiFi and 24 hour service and those brownies that kept you going during exams.
You won't go home now, you've been stuck at the studio painting for his damn philanthropy and covering everyone's asses and picking up slack because you wouldn't wish a shitty event on anyone especially not Changbin at least, he was always so nice checking in now through texts if you were okay, even asking if you ate and beside that it was for a good cause. You hadn't even started refining the figure studies from a couple of days ago for your portfolio and they needed a lot of work. You're forced to open the door as a couple of girls make their way over to leave and you steel yourself as you step in. You admire Chan's ability to focus on one task, he isn't wearing the black headphones he was the last time you saw him here but his eyes don't stray away from his work even for a second, the small bell and the commotion does nothing to jostle him.
You make your way over to the counter and observe the pastries left over from the day and grin at the sight of a single brownie, your mouth watering. You whip your head towards the register only to be met with a familiar face. A sharp nose and warm eyes observe you curiously, you remember him from first year Latin, the only year you had the language and only because the university required you to take a language and you thought you'd be quirky instead of taking English lit, like a sane person.
His white t-shirt fits his torso perfectly, sleeves loose but tight enough to go taught with his muscles as his arms moved and to dip and wrinkle over his chest beneath the dark brown apron he wore.
"Hi," he says softly an amused tug at his otherwise tight lipped expression.
You straighten yourself and dart your eyes back to the brownie quickly and again at his face.
"Hi...", you trail, you weren't sure if he recognized you yet if he did, well that sent a shiver down your spine at the memory. It would be ironic considering his new place of employment.
"What can I get you?" He asks politely and looks at the the screen before him. You let out a shaky breath.
"The brownie and a latte with some caramel syrup, please?" Treat yo'self or whatever. He nods and takes your cash, watches as you put the change in the tip jar and has to stifle a grin as mid step you twirl back to the counter an expression of realization and face him. You lean on it's side gripping the smooth wood and peak over the coffee machine where he's working away.
"Uh could you please heat up the brownie, maybe, please?" You babble and again he has to suppress that small grin.
"Course." He nods but doesn't look up from your cup until he hears a chair scrape as you plop down onto a chair by the window and pull out a worn A3 sketchpad and a few different pencil cases and furiously flipping through to where you need to be.
Minho finally let's that smile slip onto his face as he shook his face incredulously. You've hardly changed, still chaos incarnate, charcoal stains on the side of your hand and friendly babbling.
He finishes up your order and notes that since none of the current customers look like they'll need him soon he'll dare to take your order instead of yelling like they'd usually.
Lee Minho is an angel, you realize that as he clears his throat beside you so you could make some space for your order. He'd successfully kept you hidden from Chan by not calling out your order and you'd forever be grateful.
"It's funny, I always wondered what it was you spilled on me that had my jacket smelling like sweets for weeks but now I know." Minho grins and you sputter, he remembered.
"The dry cleaning didn't help?" You ask softly and clear your throat as you dart your eyes away from his all observing feline like gaze. You'd apologized and payed for the jackets dry cleaning in an attempt to mend your mistake of running head first into him as he left the lecturers office for a consult with a coffee from this exact café. You had given him the clean jacket the next lecture and left it at that.
"It did, just not enough to get the smell of candy out of it." He shrugs before leaning on the round table his neck craned to peer at whatever was on your sketch pad. You fumble the pad and lie it down on the table but still ask.
"Wanna see?" He nods and with the utmost care picks up the paper as if its a precious jewel. You sip at your coffee and nervously observe as his eyes wander over lines on pages his lips parted slightly in awe, honey brown hair falling in front of his eyes as he tilts his head every now and again.
"I have a lot less sympathy for you sucking balls in Latin now." Minho hands you back the sketchpad and you inhale ready to spew insults right back. Because that was uncalled for, and Mr Kang was a pompous, bigoted piece of shit that didn't appreciate ancient poetry. (Well at least not badly recited Latin poetry)
"You are way to fucking good in art to be talented in anything else." And this time you sputter furiously because what. You hardly even knew this guy, and he managed yo insult your terrible grades and then call you talented, and then also make you feel like hells doors opened as anger bubbled in your stomach or maybe it was hunger, when was the last time you ate? Man what the fuck.
"Lee Minho!" You furiously exclaim now as you glare up at him who had taken a moment to lean onto your table of mixed art supplies with a self-satisfied smirk as he watches your features contort in confusion and irritation.
"So you remembered my name? Cute." He coo's and you respond by grabbing a pencil, hand raised to stab him in the fucking eye .
"What are you-" you start but you're interrupted by him tut tutting.
"I believe the correct and socially acceptable response is a thank you." You are Mad like capital M mad, bat shit, ready to cut this motherfuck-
You were now sitting fist raised, pencil at the ready but a soft ding signalling he was needed back at the cash register provided an easy escape and with a dazzling grin and tantalizing little wave, Lee Minho left you there furious.
It's only when you flopped back into your seat sliding down into it glaring at your recyclable coffee cup you saw it his name and phone number with a cute doodle of cat ears and whiskers on the sleeve. You sit up sharply, blink a couple of times, sure you're imagining and when you look back up at him, shocked, he's standing behind the counter watching you with a small smile, he shrugs slightly before returning his focus to his work.
Well that was a bold move, but you didn't even have a moment to think anymore of it because Chan appeared with a soft smile and that warm gaze that made you feel like the most important person around him.
"Another late night?" Chan said as greeting tipping his weight back onto his heels idly as he stuck his hands into his pockets. You huff out dramatically and his grin grows amused.
"I'll take that as a yes." He answers his own question and you twist your head over to where his belongings still lay sprawled.
"You wanna join me?" You inquire suddenly, the thought of returning the polite gesture of a week before overwhelming your awkwardness.
"I mean, I might but I was actually heading out to go smoke." Chan said and pointed a thumb over his shoulder towards the door. You nod not sure how to respond but Chan comes to the rescue.
"Wanna join?"
"I actually can't, this-", You hold up the sketchpad and flap it around aggressively, "needs to get done." His eyes follow the flopping pages mouth falling open ready to convince you otherwise, a smile halfway stretched across his face and stops himself promptly shutting his mouth and looks down at his feet. You tilt your head slightly at curious gesture, why was he so shy all of a sudden, and he half turns towards the door.
"I'm gonna go." He says and your surprised at his sudden sheepishness your eyes follow him.
"Okay?" You nod slowly and lower the pad back to the table as he takes a few steps back eyes darting between you and the door.
"I'll join you when I'm done, yeah?" You nod again, slower this time.
"Sure." He turns and rushes past the massive palms in their clusters of mismatched pots and woven planter baskets before he pushes his way out and onto the streets already pulling out a cigarette. You watched as he crossed the street and leaned against the wall opposite of the café windows observing as he swiped his fingers through his dark hair and visibly mussed it up, even when he brushed it down there was still a tenacious little chunk that stood up while he nursed the cigarette blissfully unawares. His head lifts off the ground and up towards the shop and you quickly dart your head away and towards the bony structures of the figure model and pick up a stub of an excuse for a charcoal pencil. Freak move, such a freak move.
But it was curious why did he seem so shy and so suddenly too? Whatever it was it meant nothing. Even if it was cute. He was cute...
You sigh and force yourself to focus on shading the arches of the bony back softly and gently, and remind yourself that crushes are stupid so stupid.
He joins soon after but despite polite smiles the both of you are surprisingly eager to work . You shade and erase, fingers softening lines where you find necessary until the figures and the poses grow boring and you find a new topic. Not for the first time you study his face, the features made up out of how strong dark brows set in a determined frown, it casts a shadow over his usually bright eyes and the dark circles under them seems even darker in the warm light of the café. His strong nose and cheekbones draw towards the soft and pillowy lips that are just a little chapped. You stop your awkward up and down tilts of observation to watch him a little longer before returning to the sketch.
"What you working on?" You inquire peering curiously up at Chans frown on the screen every now and again as you shade away at the shadows under his eyes.
"An assignment for my music theory class." He answers distractedly as he continues to type away on the laptop.
"Sounds neat, you should play me some of your songs some time." You say half jokingly but it catches Chans attention as his eyes choose to inspect you instead of his work.
"Only if you show me your art works." He cornered you, if it wasn't for the poor attempt at his beautiful face you would've gladly done so but now? You glance back down at the round lips and the strong nose and think about the bridge and his volunteering to be your figure model.
"You drive a hard bargain, sir." You shut your book and pack away your pencils. Quickly removing the disposable cups sleeve with its cute doodle and gently folding it and putting it into your diary with all its due dates and important information, "How about I show you something else instead?"
"It's not a knife right?" Chan teases and you scoff.
"Please if I wanted to murder you I'd do it in a slightly more creative manner." You stuff al your things in the canvas tote and stand as Chan mirrors you with a grin.
"Really? I can't wait to hear what your planning." He teases again eyes squinting as his smile grows as he grows more amused.
"If true crime documentaries have thought me anything, its that you should never reveal your plan or you'll get caught." You muse and Chan chuckles softly as his hand settles on the small of your back and leads you towards the door. You pause for a second to drop the coffee cup into the respective recycling bins, and waving to Lee Minho before leading Chan towards your next destination.
Minho watched, sadness, or was it embarrassment, at your nonchalant toss of the disposable cup he had served you with his number.
It's exactly why he did it. It was a shot in the dark. He would lose nothing and maybe gain the world or at least a good friend if you did accept it. But it hurt, not his pride nor his ego, just his heart. But only a little. He turned away from the big windows as he watched you walk off with the handsome broad shoulder man he had not yet learned the name of and chose to not rub salt in his own wound.
Maybe it was a mistake bringing him here. He isn't into art, what were you thinking?
"I love it." Your head shoots up and away from you thumb nail you'd been nervously chewing away it. Chan is slowly walking down the line of small artworks strung up on steel cables with black frames. It was your favourite. It was a mish mash of smears shades of red, blues and and cremes. Thick strokes of oil on clear glass. Figures woven together and intertwined, it was intimate and messy, it was flesh and desperation and it was brutally personal. A glimpse imprinted on glass of love and tenderness. You watched him as he slowly made his way to the end where you stood, his expression gave nothing away so you had to ask.
"Really?"
His eyes linger on the last two frames before looking down at you beside him and manages to pin you with a stare, that frustrating little clump of hair still up and away's. You bite down on your bottom lip as you half try not to focus on it and other half worrying about what he's thinking. His eyes dip down distracted by the gesture but gives a small nod and quickly focuses back on your eyes. He nudges you with one of his shoulders but still doesn't look away, eyes crinkling as he starts to smile softly.
"Really."
"That's great." You sigh, relieved and look back at the art, Chans gaze lingers for a moment longer.
"I was worrying it might seem a little...provocative?" He giggles beside you, he shifts and his shoulder and arm that's stuffed in his pants pocket kind of tucks you into his side.
"I don't know, I just though its really good, unless, I mean you're trying to insinuate something?" You tilt your head confused but eyes focused on the last two frames.
"I mean its the first time someone asked me to have sex with them via artwork?" the teasing lilt has you rolling your eyes back and tugging the big sketchpad into your chest.
"As if." Chan's watching you again, gauging your reaction.
"As if what? Are you saying you don't find me attractive?" He gasps in mock offence.
"You already know the answer to that." You shrug and keep your eyes focused on a specific layer of blue shading a body beneath another.
"Yeah but I wouldn't mind you refreshing my memory." He continues to tease and this time he leans in closer to you his breath brushing the side of your face
"You don't need me to tell you that you're attractive, there's plenty of others that it'll do it without you having to ask." You step away and closer to the artworks an instant loss of heat that had lit up the right side of your body. Funny, you should've felt a little stupid sounding jealous but it was true. You were sure people wouldn't hesitate to say it unprompted.
"Yeah I guess you're right." Chan says softer than his teasing before and his smile falters into a soft grin as he observed the artworks instead.
"But pretty words mean nothing if it isn't from the person you want to hear it from." You take a moment to mull over the words and suppress the scoff that had threatened to leave your lips.
"What makes me so special?" He steps closer at the question but this time he's behind you, Looking over your shoulder and past your head at the art.
"You're an artist right?" You nod and Chan continues.
"If an artist thinks somethings beautiful they might immortalize it, they give it meaning."
"It would be nice, I think, to be thought of as worth remembering in such a way."
You turn around and face him, he had been standing a lot closer than you thought, because he's peering down at you through messy dark curls, past his nose, his plump pink lips parted slightly. The strong brows that made up the strong lines of his face were tensed softly as a crinkle formed between them. The dark brown of his eyes seemed darker, a shadow cast over them, emotion swimming in black pools. You almost told him about your distracted doodling, the shitty studies of his lips with their symmetrical curves and corners you'd done in the exact sketch pad that was gripped to your chest just before you left the cafe, the same sketchpad that you held that was the only thing keeping your chest from touching his and lifting yourself slightly up and on your toes so your lips could meet. For a moment it seemed like you wouldn't have to because you swore as you looked into each others eyes, he leaned down an invisible line pulling him closer but he veered and his head ducked as he took a step back gave a soft shake of his head.
It was astounding. Chan managed to enthral you in a single moment so that you were stuck not breathing, or even hearing for a moment, the galleries minimal commotion having gone silent and lights dimming so all you focus on was him for a second.
"But I've never been a fan of being studied like a science experiment." His words bring you back, back to the world were Chan was playful and teasing and not someone who was so obviously pained by the thought of being forgotten. If you were more aware and not dealing with the jumble of thoughts currently running through your head you would've told him that an artists gaze was rarely ever that, it was never a critique of the muse, it was a study, an excuse to admire the topic chosen without shame for however long duration in time the fates would allow.
But you didn't get to tell him that either because a text of Yumi worrying where you were, rerouted your thoughts to the time. It was early in the morning, nearly one a.m., you were tired.
"You okay?" Chan inquired but your eyes were still glued to the screen, looking at him would give you a headache.
"Yeah, just... tired. I need to get home." You force yourself to look at him, it hurt a little doing it. You barely knew him, you were at-most acquaintances but the confusion of emotions sitting heavy on your chest were messing with you. You weren't sure what was happening, and you weren't sure if it was the not knowing or the strange magnet drawing you towards him, the reason you had shown him this quiet safe space that you had made yours.
"I can walk you back to your place?" Chan suggested with that soft lazy smirk that seemed a little tighter than it did before he let that little mask slip.
"That'd be great thanks." You say and make your way over to the door that let you out onto the outdoor staircase, Chan Trailing just a little behind you but with no healthy distance his arm and front still a strong presence, still to close for you to sort through the confusion.
At some point Chan had lit himself a cigarette during the walk and you just focused on not acting uncomfortable, doing nothing to prompt conversation, nothing to make you snap at him for making you feel something when you shouldn't be feeling it. Was it really an almost kiss or were you reading the whole situation wrong.
It couldn't be, because then your mind won't be replying images made up of your favourite artworks and the smudged figures morphing into your own and faces turning into vaguely familiar features of the man walking half beside and half behind you, pressing into your side. Something happened in that pause. Something happened when he'd looked at you like that, with such strong emotions.
You had made it up half the flight of stairs when you realized you where almost home. Just a few more then you were on the third story and hop and skip away from your front door, free to breathe air that wasn't filled with the scent of Chan's spicy cologne and cigarettes. You made it to the door and faced Chan who stood, so unbothered and calm. Your mouth opened ready to thank him or maybe to ask him what had happened finally but the front door nearly yanked off its hinges as Yumi opened the door her phone in her other hand, the tracking app the three of you used to make sure the others were safe.
"Oh... and who are you?" Yumi's fingers ran through her hair as she batted her lashes up at Chan flirtatiously and you roll your eyes. Hyunjin appeared behind her a second later, his arm reaching over her figure to lean on the doorway and stretching his arm out for Chan to do the weird bro handshake every guy did.
"Chan, what are you doing here?" Hyunjin politely enquires and so both answers and brushes off Yumi's inquiry.
"Just walked Y/N home after working together at the cafe." Chan answers with a small smile as his eyes trail over the two figures in the doorway, Hyunjins figure half enveloping Yumi's in her big t-shirt that hid everything but her bare legs, the band shirt used to be Hyunjin's before she stole it out of the wash at some point. Chan did a small tilt of his head and his eyes fell on yours once more.
"That's so nice of you, but we can only you offer you some tea and some homemade chocolate chip cookies as payment for returning our sweet Y/N safely to us." Yumi chimed this time with a mocking lilt. Chan's grinned widened and nodded.
"I'd do it for free but cookies sound good."
You let Yumi and Hyunjin lead the conversation with Chan, opting to stay quiet in this less than ideal situation as you set about making the promised tea for Chan and Yourself. Hyunjin and Yumi both had a glass of wine they were busy nursing, and you registered they'd been watching Hot in Cleveland before you'd arrived. You open the cabinet and tip toe as you try to reach the jar the cookies you'd spontaneously made at midnight on the weekend where you'd been left with the apartment to yourself, Hyunjin and Yumi both having went to go visit their families. You're just short, fingers brushing it but still not close enough so you opt for the next best thing, you climb onto the counter bellow and just as you reach up to take it, long graceful fingers take it out instead. Hyunjin sets it down on the counter beside his empty wine glass.
"You're really quiet." Hyunjin says softly as he pulls out a small plate to put some of the cookies on. You shut the cabinet and huff some hair out of your face.
"Did something happen?" You're grateful that there's no teasing tone to his voice.
"Not exactly." You say softly, as you pull out some tea bags putting it into the mismatched mugs and bite down on your lip before looking over at Hyunjin. His features laced with concern.
"Can you ask him how he likes his tea please?" You ask politely and with a small nod and a lingering glance that assured you that he was expecting an account of what was making you act so out of character before leaving and politely inquiring on your behalf.
"Okay but does being a music production major mean your go to move to pull girls is whipping out a guitar? Because I know that my panties would be dropping to the floor if a man said he wrote a song about me." Yumi said her eyes wide and curious where they were glued to Chan's figure beside her on the couch. He spluttered, almost inhaling crumbs of the biscuit he was busy chewing when she had asked him. He coughed behind his hand but his eyes were crinkled together giving away his smile. Hyunjin sipped away at a mug of tea he'd made for himself calmly, not at all surprised by Yumi's lack of tact. You were making a point of staring at the potted plant in the corner, the one you accidently overwatered a few days ago, its leaves drooping and curling in a little. It sat on the windowsill that looked down at the street bellow for sunlight since the tropical plant needed it. You let these thoughts cloud your mind as a distraction to yourself.
"Y/N?" Chan's voice pulled your attention back towards him, he was looking down at you where you sat on the floor across from the couch curiously.
"Sorry, what?"
"Yumi was just saying you made these cookies, I just asked if you wouldn't mind making me some as well?" Yumi is looking at you with an excited grin but Hyunjins eyes are just curiously flitting between the pair of you who are sat in a staring contest like he's watching a really exciting tennis match.
"I'll just give you the recipe." You say curtly and Chan's brows crinkle together just for a moment before settling his features in his usual half smile. Yumi is now looking at you with an expression that's screaming "are-you-crazy?" And you ignore it as you wait for him to finish taking a sip from his mug.
"That'd be great too. Felix loves baking so I'll share it with him." Chan says as he gets up from your couch.
"Speaking of, I should go check on the house. You know make sure the kids haven't burned it down yet." Chan jokes and Hyunjin chuckles as he gets up to collect Chans mug.
"Of course, thank you for staying for tea and bringing her home especially since she's a walking safety hazard." Hyunjin nudges his head in your direction with bright smile before disappearing into the small kitchen.
"Tell me about it." Chan says loud enough for Hyunjin to hear but his eyes are still glued on your face, his expression unreadable.
"It was nice meeting you, I hope we se each other again sometime." Yumi says and Chan breaks his stare away from you to give her a small grateful nod.
"That would be nice."
"Y/N, will you walk him out?" Yumi suggests and you get up from the floor with a simple nod as answer and lead the way out. With chorused goodbyes Chan follows you of the apartment and down the stairs. You're trying to remain focused on where you're going but a hand wrapping around your bicep in a familiar way catches you off guard and you're stopped on a platform between the flights of stairs. Chan spins your figure so you're facing him again. Hand still on your arm and keeping you pulled into his chest. You squirm and he takes a small step back not far enough though for his presence to not be overwhelming.
"Hey, I uh- I just wanted say thanks, for showing me the gallery, I mean." You shrug in an attempt to brush it off.
"It's like your bridge." You reason. He steps back into your space and
"I know..." Chan half whispers as he watches you his eyes softening along with his hands stiff grip on your arm. You don't pull away. His hand slides up softly over your shirt warm and then onto the skin of your collarbone, neck, cheek and it feels scolding as the invisible rope pulls the two of you towards each other.
His lips meet yours with a soft kiss that lingers, testing the waters but as soon as your hand instinctively reaches up to rest on his chest, the pressure increases. His lips moulds with yours tenderly and slowly like someone trying to gently pull out the secrets you've buried inside you, the ones you haven't dare leave past your lips. The touch on your face grows softer, less fire and far more comforting. The whole moment a welcome distraction in switching off all thoughts even of him. Chan pulls back slowly and he almost looks surprised, like he had no idea who you were or how he got here.
"I'm so sorry." He blurts and he lets go of you and takes a step back, "I got carried away."
You run your fingers through your hair and peer at your shoes.
"You call that getting carried away?" Your eyes meet his and his face contorts in guilt.
"Uh, yeah, sorry, I-I don't know what I was thinking."
"That makes two of us." You scoff.
"Look why don't we forget this ever happened?" He steps closer and you automatically step back and you look up at him. You were so confused earlier but his suggestion cleared it up just a little more.
"Oh, yeah sure, whatever." You breathe out with a shrug and step past him back towards the stairs that lead back to your apartment. For a second time you were struck with the reality that your crush was that, a crush. One that was one sided and with reciprocated feelings that were a figment of your imagination. At least you knew he thought you were kind of attractive too.
"Bye." You say softly and start up the stairs and Chan's left staring after you. He hated it, nearly hated you. He didn't know why but he was way to comfortable around you, you made him do stupid things. He slams his hand against his forehead. Why did he kiss you? Why did he say the two of you should forget it? Did he want to forget it? Not really. Did he want you to forget it? No he didn't know why but he really wanted to be someone close to you. He still knew very little about you but something about the way you interacted with the people around you, tenderly, with a lot of unabshed love and care making him want to be part of it. To be cared for. He pulls out the half smashed carton of cigarettes and his lighter and lights one as he jogs down the staircase and out of the building. Why was he feeling these things again? He didn't have the time to get most things done, how would he even have time to deal with infatuation. He starts his walk back to the fraternity, fully aware of your own hesitancy and confusion and how it was partially his fault.
You dashed past Hyunjin and Yumi to avoid interrogation and instead flopped down on your bed with a heavy sigh. For a moment you let yourself recall the tender kiss and all the underlying emotion you felt in it, your fingers brushing over your still swollen lips. Before falling back back beside you on the duvet. Your eyes were droopy and you were definitely tired enough to consider skipping your theory lecture later in the morning but it would be impossible to sleep on your canvas tote that was half under you on your bed.
You sigh and sit up pulling the bag towards you to drop it off to the side when you remember.
You pull your diary out and flip to where the cover with the cute doodle awaits you. You type out the number into your phone create a contact and add a suitable emoji and without hesitation fire away a message to the recipient.
To: Lee Minho 🐱
Y/N| I think it's unfair that you're good at Latin, good-looking and can doodle really well.
Y/N| It's me, Y/n.
Y/N| If you were confused.
Minho's phone vibrates on the counter top consecutively enough that he almost thought it was phone call, but stops short after and he lowers his well worn copy of Pride and Prejudice to his lap and reaches for the phone instead.
Breath caught in his throat he stares down at the screen with the strange number and your name on it. He can feel a blush heating up his cheeks as his lips tilt up in a grin. He'd been wrong. Lee Minho hated being wrong but he didn't mind it this time. Not at all. He saves your number, sends a digital coupon for a free coffee at the café, puts the phone away and picks up his book.
He was grinning down at the pages.
No, he certainly didn't mind being wrong about this at all.
