ā„ Contains: Beach!Chris who is sunkissed, wet, and extremely sexy; husband material!Chris who is attentive, skilled in the kitchen, and loverboy galore; dork!Chris who is horny as hell, easily flustered, and canonically flirting. Please see a mental health specialist if you're not down bad for him, thank.
ā„ Chris accidentally sees you naked for the first time, and it triples the awkwardness of the family hangout day at the beach.
*a/n: Chapter got out of hand, and i've been dying to update your husband, so we're gonna do the day and night separately <3
āWhatās the occasion, C-Man?ā Cadence approached the kitchen island. āYou donāt bust the Ramsay moves out of nowhere.ā
The aforementioned Ramsay Movesā¢ was Chris going mad scientist in the kitchen, using unpronounceable spices nobody ever heard of just for an appetizer, and it was usually reserved for grand events like birthdays.
And now, for charming the socks off a crush, apparently.
āBackyard barbecue for dinner,ā he answered wearing his focus pout, his eyes glued to the large bowl as he fervently whisked the marinade with a fork.
āIf this is to impress that bimbo down the street, I swear to god Iām filing for emancipation and taking the twins with me,ā Cadence threatened, her face slowly contorting with disgust.
āFirst of all, thatās not very nice,ā Chris pointed the fork at her. āIād better not hear youāre calling people mean names like that in the wild.ā
āAnd the second of all?ā
āSwell to know my own daughter thinks Iām having a midlife crisis,ā he faked a smile with dead eyes.
āI meanā¦ Arenāt you?ā she smirked, leaning into the counter.
āYouāll know when Iām actually having it because Iāll pull up in the driveway in a Ferrari Roma,ā Chris offered his concluding remarks, but then suddenly realized her wording. āHold on, the fuck do you mean, arenāt you?!ā
āLanguage, Dad,ā she tsked, mimicking his staple scolding. āYouāre the one who went on a date with a girl thatās like two seconds older than me.ā
āHOW MANY TIMES AM I GONNA SAY IT WASNāT A DATE, CHRIST!ā
āThatās not what she says to people,ā she shrugged, reaching for one of the cherry tomatoes.
āShāShe what?ā Chrisās whisking came to an abrupt halt. āWhere did you even hear that?ā
āAt the mall. She was telling her plastic Insta model friends how the ānew zaddy in the neighborhoodā begged to hit that but she said no.ā
āTHAT IS NOT TRUE, AND IT MAKES ME SOUND LIKE A CREEP!ā
āDadā¦ā
āSHEāS THE ONE THAT CAME ONTO ME! I HAD TO FUCKING WALK HOME, I WAS SO UNCOMFORTABLE!ā
āDadā¦ā
āDID ANYONE ELSE HEAR THIS?!ā
āDad, chill!ā Cadence put her hands on his arms. āI took care of it.ā
āYOU TOOKā Waitā¦ā Chris turned his volume way down. āDonāt tell me you did something you shouldnāt, no matter the reason.ā
āSwell to know my own father thinks I have no impulse control,ā she faked a smile with dead eyes. āI just went to their table and told her to stop lying.ā
āExcept for the launch days of your wishlisted games, your impulse control is just fine, but I also know you. No way thatās all you said,ā Chris sternly spoke, crossing his arms over his Pacific chest. āLying by omission is still lying, Cade. Spill.ā
āOh my god, fine!ā she snarled. āI may have caaasually mentioned that if she keeps spreading false rumors, Iāll post videos of her coming to our door every damn day all over social media, and everyone will know it was her that kept begging despite getting curved like six times.ā
āWhat videos?ā Chris scowled.
āRing cam footage,ā Cadence wiggled her brows.
āWhich we do not have.ā
āAnd she doesnāt know that. Itās called bluffing, C-Man,ā she munched on another tomato. āIf she even thinks about coming for my family, Iāll go psychological thriller on her ass.ā
āYou watch your language around me, diabolical young lady,ā Chris warned, pointing at her, then wrapped her in a tight embrace, āand Iām so fucking proud of you.ā
āUgh, gross, hugsā¦ā she attempted to escape to absolutely no avail.
āI WILL EXPRESS MY FATHERLY AFFECTION WHENEVER THE HECK I GODDAMN WANT IN THIS HOUSE, AND YOU CAN CRY ABOUT IT!ā he aggressively kissed the crown of her head, then finally let her go. āNow, go get ready. Weāre going to the beach todayā¦ā
āOh, heck yeah!ā
ā...with Ryder and his mom.ā
āOh, shoot, I forgot Dad,ā she stopped dead in her tracks, instantly backpedaling. āIām on my period.ā
āStop lying, woman. All our chocolate reserves are perfectly intact,ā Chris opened the snack cabinet right over his head and presented the damning evidence. āWeāre going.ā
āDad, I dāā
āThen weāre having them over for dinner.ā
āURGH!ā
As Cadence stomped her way upstairs, Chris promptly got Ramsayblocked when he realized he was out of chili powder. He could go to the supermarket, but why waste all that gas when your house was right across the street? He was just being considerate for the environment; it had nothing to do with dying to see your face again, even though he was literally going to in about an hour.
But he wasnāt insane enough to refuse one more extra instance, so YIPPIE and very much unironically.
He checked his hair by the front door mirror three times, making sure it looked āThis? I woke up like thisā type of endearing messy, and after wasting a whopping fifteen minutes, he finally managed to leave the house. He took a deep breath like he always did whenever he was by your door and knocked with his signature beat, immediately panicking when no one answered within five seconds. As he was contemplating whether he should call you or not, he spotted Missha behind the frosted glass right beside the door, scratching away and meowing at him in a scolding pitch.
Chris didnāt think it would actually work, but when he pushed the door, it indeed opened. He giggled at the way Missha unleashed herself on his feet, rubbing all over his ankles with loud purrs. There was music playing somewhere, but the TV was turned off, and there wasnāt any movement around.
āHi! Anybody home?ā he called out towards the living room, then crouched to pet the unofficial information desk of the house. āHey, Missha! Whereās Mom, baby girl?ā
Missha slow-blinked at her man twice, then headed towards the stairs, leading him to his intended destination. As Chris made his way up, the sound of music as well as running water grew even louder, and he could also hear some singing to go along with it.
āOH BABY I KNOW YOU LOVE ME JUST WHYāEEEāIIIāEEEāIII DONāT YOU KISS MMMEEEHHH~~?!ā
Chris damn near howled with laughter at those exaggerated vocals that sounded like a parody, aggressively endeared when he recognized the tune because that could only mean one thing. Unless you had a lyrics sheet with you in there, which he highly doubted you did, you listened to one of his songsā¦ enough times toā¦ know it by heart.
If it wouldnāt make him the creepiest man alive, he would barge in there to kiss your face off.
āHey! This is Chris,ā he stood before the door, loudly yelling to announce himself.
The sound of running water stopped, but the music and vocals were still fully in session, albeit without an answer from you.
āOh your eyes are my sunshine paradise~ā
āCan you hear me?ā Chris gently knocked on the door. āYour front door was open, umā¦ I was wondering if you had any chili pāā
āOh your taste on my tongue isā JESUS CHRIST!!!ā
Nope, that wasnāt part of the lyrics. Seeing Chris right outside your bathroom door like a badly timed manifestation scared the shit out of you, and when you instinctively covered your mouth in shock, your towel decided, āPerfect time to leave the chat.ā
HOW TO VANISH FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH, AND STAT!!!
Did this have to happen to you every time you had a devastating crush on someone? Quick 8 a.m. run to the store in bed hair, and they happened to be at the cash register. Post-beach trunk unloading with frizzy hair and salt all over skin, and their jogging route happened to cross right by your driveway.
Showering while yell-singing one of his songs, and he happened to not only hear you but also SEE YOU COMPLETELY NAKED???
Death. A quick and painless one, please.
While you were in the middle of a severe existential crisis in the red corner, Chris was also having one in the blue corner, but for completely different reasons. It was just a glance at your body for less than a second, but he still got so hard so fast that it gave him a headrush. He immediately rushed towards the stairs to give you privacy as if you hadnāt slammed the door in his face, his heart beating crazy fast like it was about to give out.
āIām sorry! Iām so sorry! I swear I didnāt see anything!ā he stacked apology on apology, though lying his ass off. āIāI announced myself several times, butā¦ but you didnāt hear me. I uhā¦ IāI just wanted to ask if you hadā¦ chili powder.ā
āFāFridge door,ā you answered from behind the door in a tiny voice, well on your way to dying of embarrassment. āBottom shelf.ā
āTHANK YOU!ā he yelled for no reason and bolted downstairs like he was mandated to evacuate the premises in under a minute.
When he opened the fridge, Chris just closed his eyes and stood there for a while to get some cool air. It felt like he was dipping a branding iron into ice-cold water, the way his entire body was burning up from head to toe. He took one deep breath after another, and finally opened his eyes when he heard meowing to his left, finding Missha staring at his crotch with her head tilted.
āYouuu did that on purpose,ā he pointed at her, then held her in his arms to kiss her tiny head, talking in tiny whispers just in case. āThank you, baby girl. I wonāt forget this.ā
Carefully putting Missha back on the floor, Chris grabbed the entire chili powder jar, bolting back home like he was going to contract flesh-eating bacteria otherwise. Halfway up the stairs to the second floor, he realized he still had the jar in his hand and dashed back down to the kitchen to set it next to the marinade bowl.
THERE WAS NO BLOOD LEFT IN HIS BRAIN, OKAY?
He slammed his bedroom door close and threw himself in the shower, but the cold water cascading down his body wasnāt doing jack shit to soothe him. He held his cock in a tight grip and started stroking himself so fervently that he could start a fire in there if he had some dry branches lying around.
Chris could not remember a time he was this horny for someone, and he just didnāt understand why. Fine, he wasnāt getting serially laid, but he was stillā¦ doing regular pipeline maintenance. His urges were still getting sated on some level. If this was an indication that he was in dire need to get some, then shouldnāt his body have reacted this way while having coffee with Lisa? Strictly speaking from a dudebro perspective, she was young, beautiful, openly hitting on him, and when he played dumb to not acknowledge her advances, she had even explicitly invited him to spend the night with her. Yet all he felt was ample amounts of cringe instead ofā¦ you know.
But you?
God, the shape of your bodyā¦ The way your wet hair fellā¦ The way that single drop of water trickled down your neckā¦ All of which were fully legitimate reasons to send him reeling.
But not as much as that tiny kiss mark tattoo right on your hipbone.
It might as well have said āKiss me here, Chris,ā on it; he wanted to kiss it that bad. Did anyone ever kiss it? Did it tickle you when they did? Where else tickled you when kissed? Could you maybe kiss right now?
āOh, yes. Yes. Cum for me, baby. All over my cock. Show me. Show me how wet you aā Oh fuck. Fuckā¦ā
GOD, what a climaxā¦
He came so hard that he had to bite his fist to stop himself from making any suspicious noises. His knuckles were raw red, almost bleeding in the shape of his teeth marks, and Chris suddenly felt ten pounds lighter. Okay, good, it was at least out of his system now. He could go on with his life as a functional human being.
Except he instantly blushed when he saw you by his car, feeling some dangerous movement around his crotch area again.
FUCK.
As if the kids beefing wasnāt enough, the palpable tension between you had rendered you both completely mute. You were just staring at each other with widened eyes, trying to remember what words were, when you were supposed to be the mediators defusing the tension today. Thank fuck Cadence opened the passenger seat door to settle in the front, automatically assigning you and Ryder to be bookends to the twins in the back.
āIsnāt Missha coming?ā Piper asked.
āShe doesnāt like water, sweetheart,ā you caressed her hair.
āYouāre very handsome,ā Harper batted her eyelashes at the gentleman to her left. āWhatās your name?ā
āItās Ryder, princess,ā he smiled like the kind Prince Charming he was. āAnd youāre Harper, right?ā
āHow did you know?!ā
āYour nose,ā he booped her beauty mark. āThis is my mom. She told me all about you guys.ā
āDaddy, can I please get married to Ryder?ā
The ice-cold wind in the car immediately shifted to a balmy breeze when everybody broke into unison laughter. Even Cadence snorted despite maintaining the flawless resting bitch face.
āAsk me again when youāre 50 years old,ā Chris answered.
From the moment you got out of the car until you settled down on a spot, Cadence managed to perfectly ignore Ryderās existence, immediately pulling up a book to read, but thanks to the rambunctious crowd at the beach, the tension was at least not that suffocating. You and Chris shared a look and nodded at each other, signaling the plan was officially afoot.
āYouāre coming with me, Grinder,ā Chris jumped to his feet. āWeāre surfing today.ā
āI donāt reallyāā
āNOPE! Come on.ā
As Chris dragged Ryder away, Cadence lowered her book and watched them leave, making a tiny seedling of hope sprout within you.
āJust so you know,ā she turned to you, āI will never forgive him.ā
Oh, the good olā teenage angstā¦ Sheād be surprised if she knew what she could forgive, actually.
āDoesnāt it matter at all that heās genuinely sorry?ā you asked her tenderly.
āHe shouldnāt have said such a thing whether he knew about my mother or not.ā
āTwo hundred percent agree!ā you concurred, breaking into a cracked smile. āI guess Iām not doing a very good job as his mother, huh?ā
Her razor-sharp features softened, and her face fell. You knew that look very wellāRyder looked exactly like this when he was running after Cadence just the other day.
You wondered if she was aware of it at all.
āNo, itāsā¦ Itās not you, justā¦ā
She closed her book and put it away, tucking her legs under her.
āIāmā¦ like this because Dad is all I have. Maybe I would have thicker skin if Mom were here,ā she divulged out of nowhere, then continued solemnly. āMaybe he should spend more time with his dad while he still can. God knows I would.ā
āNice of you to offer, but he doesnāt have a dad to spend time with,ā you countered.
āOh,ā she frowned ever so slightly. āIsāIs heā¦? Alsoā¦?ā
āHeās not very involved in our lives.ā
āIām sorry, Iā¦ I didnāt know,ā she lowered her head in embarrassment.
āMaybe you shouldnāt have said such a thing whether you knew about it or not.ā
Her eyes widened as her lips parted, clearly panicking, but you couldnāt find it in you to keep up the act past five seconds.
āIām just messing with you,ā you burst into a heartfelt chuckle, ābut I believe I made my point. Drink?ā
āYes, please,ā she let out a huge sigh of relief while reaching for the ice-cold can.
āYour father told me you really like historical romance books,ā you pulled up the first weapon from your arsenal.
āOh yeah! Thanks for the recs, by the way.ā
āWhat do you like about it so much?ā
āI know itās weird to feel nostalgic about something I never had, but it is what it is. I really admire the pure love in those stories,ā she faintly smiled, then blurted nonchalantly before taking a big sip from her drink. āKids in our class are all about sex.ā
THE WHAT IN CLASS ARE WHAT ABOUTā WHAT?!
What did she mean sex when you were BARELY coming to terms with Ryder becoming an adult?! This was supposed to be the ice cream date era and whatnot? They were supposed to discuss which movie to see, and NOT condom brands among themselves?
THIS WAS TOO FUCKING EARLY?!
You were having āfull-blown existential crisis the sequelā, trying your best to stay calm. You had to learn more from Cadence to make sure she was safe, and your son was not depositing ādisownedā credits somewhere, but how were you supposed to do it discreetly?
āI envy your generation, you know,ā you opened a drink yourself, cursing at your luck that you didnāt have any hard liquor on you. āIt was unimaginable to talk about these things with my father.ā
āI meanā¦ My dadās pretty chill, I guess,ā she pursed her lips, ābut I canāt imagine myself talking about my sex life with him, either.ā
WHAT DID SHE MEAN SEX LIFE?!
Did that mean she had one? Was Chris even aware of this? Did you need to have a talk with him? Would that be crossing a line? Oh god, what should you do?
WHAT SHOULD YOU FUCKING DO?!
āIs there at leastā¦ someone in your life you can share these things with?ā you carefully broached.
āWell, there is nothing to share. It doesnāt matter anyway,ā she shrugged. āI donāt understand what the big deal with virginity is. Guys are never urged to choose their first times carefully.ā
While you didnāt have a direct confirmation, you still chose to believe everything was peachy for the sake of your sanity. Once that initial shock finally cleared, you opted not to play any games with her and have an honest conversation. Yes, they were never going to stop being kids in your eyes, but time didnāt exactly have the courtesy to stop for your anxious ass.
They were growing up, no matter how much you hated it.
āThatās because men rarely pay a price if things go south,ā you answered the question she didnāt ask.
āWhat do you mean?ā
āWell, for starters, if thereās an accidental pregnancy, they are not the ones putting their body through the excruciating pain of giving birth. Still praying for seahorses to become our overlords, of course,ā you crossed your fingers. āAnd unfortunately it is true that ābounty collectorā kind of men also walk this earth. Imagine falling for one of those, yet all he wants is another hymen to break. Your personality, your body, not even your name matters to him. Youāre just another achievement.ā Your smile faded a little more with each sentence. āOr worse, a frat pledge.ā
āIs that supposed to be a cautionary tale to scare me?ā
āTake that as you will. Iām just sharing the reason why I donāt have someone to co-parent my son with,ā you replied. āItās not because itās this big deal. Weāre just trying to minimize the regret our kids will inevitably experience. That bad taste in your mouth takes years to fade, and it can be pretty damaging to your self-worth.ā
Cadence just listened, playing with the tab of the can. Her expression was unreadable; you couldnāt tell if your words were having any sort of influence on her, but mayhapsā¦? A little nugget? Food for thought somewhere in there?
āAll Iām saying is, when and if you decide to be intimate with someone, I hope you choose a partner that wonāt be the object of your āI shouldnāt haveā sentence. Doesnāt matter if itās your first time or the nth time,ā you concluded the semi-awkward conversation with a genuine wish. āSo that sex can always stay as what it should be for you.ā
āWhich is?ā
āFun. And a fond memory,ā you smiled for real this time. āNot something to work through in therapy for years.ā
āYouāre kinda chill, too, you know,ā she smirked through her narrowed eyes, and you barely stopped yourself from kicking your feet in excitement.
You talked some more about this and that, mostly freaking out about the newest Bridgerton season, and you completely lost track of time. For a good while, it genuinely felt like this was a no-boys-allowed beach day, and only when Cadence nodded at something in the distance did you remember there were other people accompanying you. One of whom wasā¦ currently getting out of waterā¦ like Poseidonās hot ass grandson or something.
You almost blurted out a very disgraceful āHOT DAMN!ā right next to the manās daughter, likeā¦
Gorgeous, goooorrgeous body all wet, looking rock hard, unnecessarily sexy with his stupid collarbone tattoos, and that ridiculous arch of his back?
FUCK RIGHT OFF!
This was insane. Everyone around you was literally half naked; why the absolute HELL were you struggling with him? The entire beach was crassly ogling Chris, but you felt like you had to look away because what if your true intentions were actually flashing on your face in big neon letters? And what if he could read you wanted to cover his sunkissed body in ANY edible substance, and lick him from head to toe?
As you force-channeled all your attention to the horizon in the distance, you wondered what it would be like to wake up with Chris in your bed. With kisses on his bare back. Licks down his abs. Saying good morning to him with some good head. Or just sitting on his morning wood to take care of yourself firstāhe seemed like the type to be okay with it. Then hearing his moans in your ear. Having his fingers in your hair. Making him giggle mid-orgasm. Hearing an āI love youā when you made him cum. And when he said āBaby, letās skip work today and just fuck,ā ignoring life for a whole twenty four hours to spend each other like loose change in every position imaginableā¦
Was this what Victorian men felt like?
āEverything okay?ā
āWHAT?!ā you jumped in your place when Chris sat down right next to you, anxiously giggling. āUh, yes, sorry, umā¦ I justā¦ spaced out for a second.ā
God, this was hell. He was sitting next to you, but not too close to avoid a disaster inside his shorts. And you had deployed your entire willpower reserves to ignore his iodine scent, otherwise you were going to sit on him.
Sure, bro was out there walking like a drowning hazard at the beach with ZERO legal consequences, making people choke on their own drool with his insane sexiness, but you were the horny one for soaking through your swimsuit. Cool, cool, cool, cool, no doubt, no doubt.
Being observant had never been Ryderās strongest suit, but Cadence had immediately noticed the two fully grown adulteenagers right across her. Vehemently fanning themselves despite the pleasant breeze, squirming with nervousness, flinching at the slightest touch, about to pass notes to each other in AP Lit to meet under the bleachers for a moment of privacyā¦
She chuckled to herself and grabbed two cans from the cooler, shoving one in Ryderās face.
āGet up, stupid,ā she rose to her feet.
After shaking off the full-body shock, Ryder hurriedly followed after her. You and Chris watched them like a pair of hawks, and once they were well out of earshot, you turned to each other with big smiles, highfiving so hard that your hands almost cracked.
WHO CARES?
āFUDGING YES!ā
Chris knew what a highfive was supposed to beāa motion of two open palms slapping against each other and then retreating. Literally even the twins knew how to execute that to perfection.
He had no idea why he felt the need to lock his fingers with yours when your hands met, though.
Your heart immediately started beating in your ears, your smile fading rapidly. His skin was a little calloused at spots, likely because of holding drumsticks too much, but it still felt like the softest clouds to you. It still felt like the safest place to be.
It wasnāt because you wanted to that you pulled away. You were going to attack those lips for the entire beach to see if you touched him two seconds longer.
āWhat, er erhmā¦ WhatāWhatād you guys talk about?ā Chris asked with a sheepish smile, scratching his nape.
Oh, crapā¦
Should you tell him? Granted, you and Cadence were not exactly on friends terms, but it still felt like an abuse of trust to tell him everything exactly as it was.
āChris, umā¦ā you played with your fingers. āYou hadā¦ the talk with Cadence, right?ā
āWhat do you mean?ā
āYou knowā¦ Birds and bees?ā
āWhere did that come from all of a sudden?ā he chuckled in amusement first, but his dimples disappeared as quickly as they bloomed. āWait, what did you guys talk about?āĀ
āNothing!ā you raised your hands in panic. āItās just thatā¦ Sheās at the age I got pregnant with Ryder, andāā
āOh, HEEELL NAH!ā
āSHH! Will you calm down? Here, drink this,ā you shoved a cold can in his hands. āHave a little faith. Our kids will talk to us when theyāre ready.ā
āDid you talk to your folks about sex?ā he cocked a brow.
āI mean after I got pregnant butā¦ā
āTHATāS NOT HELPING!ā
āIām messing with you,ā you cracked up, squeezing his arm. āGive us a little credit here. Weāre doing much better than our own parents.ā
āHow do you know?ā
āThere is one question I ask every girl dad to measure success, and there is a wrong answer, by the way,ā you declared. āCan Cadence openly talk to you about her period?ā
āYeah?ā
āIt was forbidden in my house! It was this super private, hush-hush thing, and wellā¦ dirty,ā you confessed. āAnd she describes you as pretty chill, soā¦ā
āOh, Iām NOT gonna be pretty chill about some douche rocket sneaking around to defile my daughter,ā he widened his eyes homicidally.
āWas that the only reason you snuck around at that age?ā you contorted your face. āCanāt it just be for an innocent kiss?ā
āEvery hormonal Y chromosome holder is after getting some other part of their body kissed, baby, trust me on this.ā
Your entire body caught on fire when he dropped the B-bomb out of nowhere. Oh, it sounded so good when he said it. Nevertheless, when your lips unwittingly parted in surprise, Chris took that to mean he crossed a line, immediately fumbling.
āOh, shiā SāSorry, that justā¦ slipped out! IāI didnātā¦ā
āItās okay,ā you reassured him with a fake as hell laugh. āItās notā¦ Itās not like you meant it.ā
He VERY MUCH DID ACTUALLY, but there was no way he could admit that to you right now.
āIāmā¦ also sorry about earlier,ā he played with the tab of the can just like Cadence did.
āWhat do you mean?ā
āBy your bathroom?ā he reminded you.
Denial was working out so good for you, just WHY did he have to frickinā bring it up again?!
āIāItās fine! Itāsā¦ It was just an accident,ā you forced another smile, making your cheeks hurt.
āYour tattoo is really cute, though.ā
Hold upā¦
He said he didnāt see anything butā¦ he saw the tattoo. Clearly enough to remember what it looked like. And he thoughtā¦ it was cute?
Was heā¦ flirting with you?
āPUHāLEASE!ā you laughed so hyperbolically to overcompensate for your nervousness that a snort came from behind your nose. āIā¦ I got it on a dare when I was in college. ItāsāItās stupid. Itāsā¦ so stupid.ā
āI think itās mad sexy.ā
HAHHAHAH WHAT?
That was what you thought it was, right? He was making a move on you, right?
You werenāt severely delusional or anything, right?!
āTāThank you,ā you tucked your hair behind your ear.
āOh gosh, I apologize. Iā¦ā he panicked again. āI didnāt mean to make you uncomfortable.ā
āNO, YOU DIDNāT! Youā¦ You really didnāt,ā you passionately denied his self-accusation. āIām justā¦ not very used to hearing things like that.ā
āLike that being,ā he squinted a little bit, āyou being sexy?ā
WHAT SEXY, WHAT WAS HE EVEN SAYING?!
āWell, yāyeah,ā you acknowledged despite the crushing embarrassment.
āOh, come on, youāre so hot the scoville scale is on the verge of fucking blowing up here.ā
You had no idea what the hell was happening to you, but you were feeling like a teenager again, butterflies swarming your stomach. His mere words were exciting you so much. You had never been hit on like this before, much less by a man you found this attractive, and wellā¦
ā¦liked lowkey.
Your face turned into an exclamation point purely because your loins were on fire, but so did his.
āSāSORRY! Iām so sorry! I donāt have a filter when Iām around people Iām comfortable with, Iāmāā he kept apologizing, then let out a big resigned sigh, mumbling to himself with a facepalm so hard, it sounded like it hurt. āFucking hell, mate, put a cap on it. Christā¦ā
His freakouts had no business being this endearing, but they were pushing you closer and closer to the brink of drowning him in kisses. Well, you had collected enough evidence now. Effectively concluding you wouldnāt die of mortification if you flirted back, you leaned into him a bit.
āI think itās mad sexy when you swear,ā you quietly let him know. āJust saying.ā
His frantic spiraling suddenly stopped. He averted his eyes from you, touching the tip of his ear while smiling to himself, then cleared his throat as if that was some confidence EpiPen or something.
āDonāt encourage me if you donāt mean it because I swear a lot,ā he warned.
āWould love to hear the setlist, drummer guy,ā you challenged him.
Chris thanked every single deity he could think of for having his hands on his lap because otherwise that throb between his legs would kill him out of embarrassment.
āHave I ever told you Iām a bit of a mixologist, too?ā he continued.
āDrummer and a bartender,ā you narrowed your eyes. āSay you have a tattoo parlor, too, and Iāll hit the badboy bingo.ā
āIf your tattoo needs retouching, Iāll learn it for you.ā
YES? Touching, retouching, making out with it, all of it was very much welcome if it was him.
āDo you have any signature recipes of your own?ā you asked.
āFuck yeah, I do. Iāll mix them for you sometime,ā he proudly declared. āWeāll see if they can make you hitā¦ something elseā¦ other than bingo.ā
āSomeāSomething else?ā you played dumb, actively resisting a violent meltdown.
āYeah, well, my cocktails are told to taste exceptional,ā he gently brushed his fingers on yours, leaning in. āBut itās also exceptional when I do the tasting.ā
āAnd Iām supposed to believe a man willingly gives head?ā you leaned in closer.
āWhy donāt you try me and find out?ā
Oh, god it was happening. It was really happening. This riādiācuālousāly sexy, endlessly charming kind-hearted dork was full-on wooing you, and while your outsides were very much solid, your insides were nothing but a blob, melting even more every time he flashed those dimples at you. And now he was coming closer. You were finally going to know what those cloud-like lips would feel like between yours. You were finally going to know what he tasted like. You were finally going to know if his body temperature was also at feverish levels when he was consumed by lust.
You were finally going to kiss his face off.
āDaddy, look, seashells!ā
āSEASHELLS!ā you and Chris yelled in unison, jumping in your place with psychotically widened eyes when the twins reminded you of the obligation to keep it PG.
You loved these girls to death, but this had got to be the worst cockblock of your life.
āWe uhā¦ er erhmā¦ We should head back and uhā¦ prepare dinner,ā Chris awkwardly suggested. āCade and Ryder can come home together.ā
āYeah, of course,ā you agreed with a smile.
āIt was obvious that I meant prepare dinner together, right?ā
It wasnāt Chrisās fault. Obvious or not, your brainās first interpretations were never about someone willingly wanting you with them. But what was Chrisās fault was how lovable he was.
If he didnāt stop this, you were going to fall irreversibly in love with him, and it was scaring the shit out of you.
āSāSure,ā you nervously responded. āAnything I can help with.ā
āItās the girlās afternoon nap time,ā he spoke into your ear. āAnd the beach isā¦ too crowded, soā¦ā
So he wanted youā¦ to be alone together. In a fucking kitchen. Where everything was about eating.
Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, no doubt, no doubt.
ā„ Reblog & drop your feedback to taste Chris's COCKtails.
cooooool, cool, cool. another devastatingly cute summerland update, and iām supposed to be okay?!!
and yes i love that u made Chris being an eater canon š
also love that mc and cadence finally had a wholesome heart to heart with each other :( like the kids and Missha are just as important as MC and Chris in Summerland!!!
i think so far the hardest part about dating for me is the compromise. i will literally do anything for my friends and family, but the biggest barrier when it comes to dating are the lack of values. like they either turn out to be misogynists, non-committal, overly obsessive if you donāt want that, performative and/or obsessed with their mums (derogatory).
like give me a break man šā i do not want to be your mommy pls
pairing: chan x fem!reader
genre: smut, angst, fluff, established relationship.
content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut.
word count: 3.1k
a/n: specific is good, helps me figure out what you want! hope this is somewhat what you were looking for! i went maybe a bit heavy on the angst lmao also sorry for being so late, couldnāt post for a few weeks.
being taught and shown love only existing as heterosexual relationships makes it extremely difficult to imagine a life where iām happy in a queer one. i find myself being attracted to the concept of a heterosexual relationship rather than a man, but i find being more interested in talking to women.
itās difficult to dream of being in a relationship with a woman when the world around me doesnāt seem to view it as a way of being happy or relating to me. it shouldnāt even matter because love is love, but it sucks that it does. i just never realised how deep-rooted heteronormativity was in my belief of relationships.
ā„ Contains: Hot men who wanna do it do it do it do it oh na na na na na, Minchanner/fujoshi fanservice, horny yearning, canon little shit Minho, Chris vacationing in horny hell but he also loves chomping fire noodles so
ā ā (Non-exhaustive, full cw policy here): Implied sex work
ā„ Burning alive with his lust for Minho, Chris is this š¤ close to risking it all.
*a/n: I'm rewriting some old work as I reupload my one shot archive, and this one begged for a do-over due to the recent Minchan nuclear bomb. I cast them, but you can technically imagine anyone you want with Minho š®
āPass me another beer, will you?ā Minho demands, resting his legs on my lap.
How about I PASS AWAY instead? Fuck this man entirely.
The request is hardly grounds for going on a rampage, Iām aware, but I canāt take it anymore. Iām about 97% positive this motherfucker is doing it on purpose. One time I stared at his thighs after we sparred at the gym, and all of a sudden, he has to sprawl every time heās at my place.
And heās at my place every damn day as of late.
Minho is a celebrity of sorts now, making whopping seven figures from his camming shenanigans. And I know that because he put me in charge of his finances so that, quote, āhe wouldnāt blow all his money on a pyramid scheme or somethingā. Itās a weird thing to witness when we were debating which instant ramen brand wouldnāt bankrupt us not that long ago, but what do you know? Turns out attention whoreism is a very legitimate industry, and heās really good at what he does.
NOT THAT I religiously watch him or anything.
Iām not gonna lie, though, I am a bit salty. Weāve known each other fucking foreverāitās not insane to expect that I should have seniority over randos online to see him naked, but itās neither here nor there.Ā I make do with what I have. That may be the only way I get to experience him the way I want to, but at the end of the day, he still shows up at my place. Iām the one who gets to see him in person. Iām the one who knows what his shampoo smells like. Iām the one whoā¦
ā¦wants him deliriously.
I canāt prove it, but I swear to god he knows. Itās not something I can casually bring up; Iām unfortunately not as brazen as he is. If Iām spectacularly misreading the situation because of my pudding-tinted glasses, Iām gonna risk losing my best friend in the whole wide world, and I canāt have that.
But he just wonāt stop confusing me.
Minho is a cat. On a regular Tuesday, he despises physical touch, but every once in a while he snuggles up to me, usually when weāre both under heavy influence. He knows how easy it is to fluster me. He knows I will catapult myself off the couch if he fakes going in for a kiss because he knows I wonāt take it seriously. I know this motherfucker teases for a living. And he knows that I know.
Iād rather chew my arm off than make the first move because some people still have something called pride.
āAm I making you uncomfortable?ā Minho interrupts my inner tirade, cheesing big. āYou got tense all of a sudden.ā
āNO?ā I deny the allegations no matter how close his feet are to my crotch.
āYeesh, that was a bit too loud,ā he tsks. āNot getting laid lately?ā
āYOU DONāT FUCKING SAY, WHORE?ā I want to yell even louder, like does he even HEAR HIMSELF?
Maybe it has something to do with how he keeps stretching in his place every two seconds, groaning like heās getting his dick sucked. Maybe itās because I keep trying to confirm if he actually has a semi or if I finally lost it and my eyes just see what they wanna see. Maybe it has something to do with me telling him I really like his new cologne, and he somehow pulled up at my place drenched in it. Take your pick!
Iām either gonna go insane or go at him at this rate.
āThere. I gotta pee,ā I hand him his precious beer and jump to my feet, rushing to calm myself down with the coolness of the bathroom tiles.
Itās getting so hard to be around him because my urges are getting out of control. Two centimeters too close, and I get instant hard ons even in public. One whiff of his scent, and Iām imagining what he would sound like in the backseat of my car. One look at the way he scarfs down his puddings, and Iām calculating how many licks it will take till he gets to the center of me.
FUCK this man entirely, and Iām seriously inching closer to!
Fucking teaseā¦
I lean against the bathroom door, close my eyes, and palm myself, imagining what it would be like to kiss him when he jerks me off. Maybe I can even make him cum just by kissing him. How much would his load be? Would he let me use that as lube to fuck him senseless afterwards? What would he sound like if he let me suck him off?
Iām not saying Iāll drown you in cum if you have full lips, but thatās exactly what Iām saying.
Thatās what he said in his most recent stream. He keeps complimenting my lipsāthere has to be a reason for that, right? What if he likes it so much that he moves into my bed the next day? Is he inviting me? Is he trying to get a confession out of me? Is he trying to get me to fucking lose it?
āDonāt finish.ā
āFUCKINGā!ā
His voice suddenly echoing right behind me scares the crap out of me. All I wanted was to put a stop to my intrusive thoughts so I could function like a normal human being and finish the movie in peace, but apparently Iām not even entitled to that in my own fucking house.
āLet me in,ā he softly knocks on the door.
āGo away!ā
āThen come out,ā he insists, his voice dropping lower. āI need to see you.ā
Need to see me. For what?
I hurriedly splash some cold water on my face and take deep breaths to calm myself, and once I decide Iām ready to face him, I turn the doorknob.
āWhat do you want?ā
I was expecting many things. A snarky comment, a taunting remark, some other manifestation of his dry as fuck humorā¦
But a kiss wasnāt one of them.
Something I have only imagined suddenly becoming my reality makes me short-circuit so hard that my mind goes blank. Iām barely able to remember my own name. I can kinda process that Minho is standing in my hallway, and heās kissing me like he wants me to take my last damn breath in his hands.
And I think Iām kinda okay with that.
āWanna make a sex tape with me?ā he asks in between kisses.
āWHAT?ā
āWere you seriously not aware how loud you were moaning in there?ā he licks his lips and flashes a grin. āI heard everything.ā
Oh, great. Then can he at least let me go fucking DIE out of embarrassment in peace?!
āDonāt be embarrassed,ā he speaks with the kind of softness Iāve never once heard from him, brushing my cheek with the back of his hand. āYou think about me, too, donāt you? You want me as much as I want you.ā
As much as heā¦ wants me.
I donāt know what to make of it. My heart is beating in my ears, and my jaw drops in surprise, and it makes Minho chuckle. He takes that as an invitation to kiss me again, and my knees almost give way. His passion drips from his lips this time, so lethal that it feels like willingly walking into a jungle when I know a tiger is waiting in there to rip me apart. I want the tiger to rip me apart.
Apparently, so does he.
When he shoves me against the wall, my hands move completely on their own. One grabbing him by the nape, the other sliding inside his shorts, I feel how hard he is for me already, and itās driving me crazy. Itās embarrassing how hard I throb when he takes me hostage under his touch, but the taunting I expect never arrives.
He just smiles into my lips.
āNot enough,ā he heavily pants. āGet on your knees for me.ā
I canāt think for myself. I just mindlessly follow his instructions, holding him in the grip he wants, taking him as deep as he wants, and letting him guide me to a pace he sets. Itās so uncomfortable between my legs that I canāt take it anymore. I set my cock free and start stroking myself to his rhythm.
He lets out a grunt when he sees me do that.
āHave I ever told you how much I love your fuck me eyes?ā he bites into his smile as he keeps watching me.
Well, he fucking should have, and A LOT sooner.
If my mouth wasnāt full, I would have started spewing obscenities, praising his every inch to drive him up a fucking wall, but I can still pull this off wordlessly. Looking up at him as I take him deeper down my throat, grinning at the way his eyes roll back in sheer ecstasyā¦
I have half a mind to completely unleash myself on him.
āYouāre not the shy guy you make yourself out to be at all, are you?ā he devilishly smiles, throwing his head back with his grip in my hair getting tighter. āOh GOD, just like that.ā
I steady myself and grope his hips, pushing him deeper into me. I know I have him right where I want him when his moans suddenly triple in volume. His thighs start shaking around me when I growl against his skin, and right when Iām finally about to taste him, he backs away.
Fucking tease.
āWhereāsā¦ Whereās your phone?ā
āIn my room,ā I respond, wiping the corners of my mouth. āChargiāā
He harshly grabs me by the wrists and pulls me up, and before I know it, heās devouring my lips again. Kissing him even harder, I drag him to my bedroom, damn near ripping his clothes off the whole way there.
āYou canāt take a fucking hint. Iām gonna die if I donāt fuck you,ā he whines against my skin. āGod, youāre so fucking hot, I canāt stand your ass.ā
āNo, you donāt,ā I annoyingly smirk at him and pull him to my bed.
He grabs my phone on the nightstand and aims it at me. When I hear that sound telling me heās hit record, my heart races, and he tugs at my waistband for me to take off my boxers.
āShow me how hard you are for me,ā he instructs, lazily stroking himself. āShow me.ā
Minho is an attention whore, but itās not just limited to hearing complimentsāhe also gets the biggest kick out of seeing what his sexiness does to people. He told me that himself.
All of a sudden, it makes a lot of sense why he keeps flustering me especially when weāre in public.
I make a complete show of stripping for him, and it makes me fucking throb when I see how thickly he swallows. It feels like the tables have turned somehow. As if Iām the one performing to the camera, and heās the one behind the screen, wishing he could get his hands on me. And it makes me feel fucking alive.
I will never call him an attention whore ever again.
When I lie on my back, he rests the phone on the nightstand, still recording, and settles between my legs. It makes me wanna combust seeing him breathe that heavily as he wraps his hands around my thighs. He licks his lips when he notices the precum Iām dripping, and his fingers dig deeper into my flesh.
āYou have no fucking idea how many times I came to this,ā he confesses, scowling like heās mad, then chokes on my cock.
BITCH, WOULD A HEADS UP FUCKING KILL YOU?!
I lose it when I feel his warmth, pressing my palms on my eyes. He ascends me in his mouth, taking me so deep that Iām scared to ask why he doesnāt have a gag reflex. That throat is trained for sure, and it pisses me the fuck off for no reason. My body unwittingly tenses, and he notices, looking up at me with those big eyes as if to ask me whatās wrong. I canāt tell him whatās wrong; heās going to think Iām insane.
I canāt tell him I canāt stand the thought of him with someone else.
His frenzied movements calm down, and he lets me go. He wraps one hand around my girth and lazily strokes me, staring right into my eyes as his other hand holds mine. It makes me wanna cry for some reason. I canāt control how erratically Iām breathing, and Iām fighting for my life to not let slip an accidental sob.
Really not the time to get all emo right now.
It freaks me out a little when he pulls my hand close and places little kisses on my wrist because Iām sure he can hear my thoughts at this point. Then can he hear this, too? Can he hear Iāve been in love with him ever since he walked into my dorm room all those years ago? Can he hear I havenāt been able to see anyone else since then? That Iām dying an excruciating death every day I donāt get to have him for myself?
Can he please end my misery and let me fucking love him?
He squeezes my hand and smiles at me, though itās certainly up to no good. I know that look in his eyes while he descends even further down. A part of him wants to watch me drench his fist, but the default sick bastard part of him wants to edge me until he makes me cry.
But I think Iām kinda okay with that.
I flinch in my place when he dips his tongue inside me, slowly exploring as his other hand keeps me in a gentle but firm grip. I run my fingers in his hair, and he moans into me, making me throb in his palm again. He doesnāt laugh out loud, but I can still feel his smile.
I think Iām falling deeper in love with him.
I donāt know what came over me. I lunge at him and take him under me, overcome with this urge to drown his face in kisses. He giggles into my mouth, and itās at that moment I unfortunately realize just how down bad I am. That sound makes my heart swell. It makes my lips curl. It makes my cock throb.
āFuck me,ā he demands, his voice turning several shades darker. āScrew prepping me, just go for it. I need you.ā
How about I PASS AWAY instead?
I grab the lube on my nightstand and drench myself in a generous coat as well as his entrance. When I press my tip against him, he winces a little, bracing himself for impact, but heās not the only one that can be a fucking tease when he wants to. Iām barely in, only fucking him two knuckles deep at an excruciatingly slow pace, and I canāt control how big Iām grinning as I anticipate a frustrated scream to fucking do it already.
I donāt know what came over me.
Like an intrusive thought I canāt control, I put one of his legs on my shoulder, and even though I know I shouldnāt, I start kissing it. I shouldnāt because itās way too intimate for what the circumstance permits, but I just donāt care.
Iām dangerously close to letting a 143 slip.
āCan I?ā I ask for permission. He fervently nods in response.Ā
And when I finally start sinking into him, he groans so loud that it suddenly pushes me ten steps closer to my orgasm.Ā
āGOD, as tight as Iāve always imagined,ā I loudly hiss. āIām gonna make a mess all over you.ā
I fucking love how he canāt help himself, clawing at my sheets with each thrust, moaning like heās beside himself with pleasure. He wants more. He wants me to hit his deepest spots. He wants me to occupy the same space as him, and Iām scared heās gonna make me have an untimely accident.
āYou like that a bit too much,ā I sink my fingertips into his thighs. āHow long have you wanted me?ā
He just keeps moaning in response like his brain just isnāt cooperating, and it drives me even crazier. I spit on my hand and hold him in a firm but steady grip, exactly the way I hold the reins of control for a change.
āHereās whatās gonna happen,ā I urge him in a voice as calm as I can produce through my rabid excitement. āIām gonna keep drilling you into this mattress, and youāre gonna shoot your load in my mouth. Am I making myself clear?ā
When he eagerly nods at my instructions, my grip on his cock becomes a tad firmer. My thrusts slow down a bit to keep myself steady, but I stroke him much more vehemently to compensate for that.
āPlease! Please, Iāmā¦ā
āYes, you are,ā I complete the sentence he canāt finish on his behalf. āYouāre going to cum very hard for me.ā
I spit on his cock and start jerking him so fast that he canāt resist me even if he wants to. The second I see that first string shooting out of him, I lower my face to swallow every single drop. Oh, he cums so much. He cums so hard. He cums like he never has whenever heās on camera. And I made that happen.
The ego trip is about to fucking kill me.
āTaste yourself,ā I scrape the stray drops of cum that landed on his crotch and prod his lips. āThen youāre gonna finish me.ā
He wraps his lips around my fingers and wraps his legs around my waist, looking dead into my eyes with his much darkened gaze. As he swirls his tongue around my digits, my breathing gets more labored, running after Iāve been craving my whole life. He clenches as hard as he can, knowing damn well I wonāt be able to take that pressure, and moments later I violently snap, filling him up to the brim. The euphoria that comes with it is so addictive that I never want this moment to end.
Itās pure bliss to finally be Minhoās.
I collapse on his chest and catch my breath while he plays with my hair. When I finally look up at him, his big feline eyes look so adorable that a tsunami of emotions wash over me, but before I can even make a move, heās the one drowning me in soft but wet pecks. It makes me tickle. He eventually turns to his right and reaches for my phone to stop the recording, his sharp features morphing into their usual mischievousness.
āWanna go live for round two?ā he grins at me. āMy audience has been asking about the hot dude thatās totally in love with me.ā
āWHAT? ARE YOU CRAZY?!ā
āYouāre gonna keep pretending you donāt enjoy the attention?ā
āI donāt.ā
āBut these beg to differ,ā he kisses the tip of my burning ears. āCome on, let me show you off. I wanna make bitches die of jealousy.ā
Fucking tease. Heās going to be the death of me one of these days.
But I think Iām kinda okay with that.
ā„ Reblog & drop your feedback to make Minchan fucking kiss already.
sooo this is clearly an homage to all the times Chris has been so obviously obsessed with Minho
i am NOT complaining because Minchan is my city and I will never leave
all 10s across the board for yet another amazing fic from you!! i love it when you write yearner!Chris btw, makes me wonder if you ARE Chris (i won't tell anyone i promise hehe)
it's actually crazy how my depression made years feel so much shorter than they actually were. i can't help but be mad at it for making me lose so much precious time, but it also fuels me with a will to live to make the most out of the years to come.
atp it's pure rage that's making me want to live, and i'll take it lmao
this is just a random rant about something that's been on my mind.
i have yet to watch lioness, but from what i've seen from the edits, i like how the roles are reversed in the main character's marriage. rather than a wife sitting at home with the kids, you have the husband doing just that. it's probably misogynistic of me to even point it out, but i can't ignore how refreshing it is to see, because in so many movies the wife acts as some pawn that shows just how much sacrifice her husband makes. that is quite literally her only role throughout the entire work. you see it in the many male hero movies and tv shows.
it is very rare that we see the wife for more than what she is, as a person. which i understand can happen if she's not the main character, but does get a bit boring when the only purpose they serve in the story is to show just how much the male hero is sacrificing. i mean even other male side characters get more of a backstory than she does.
I haven't had a major depressive episode in a good while (thank god/knock on wood) and while I KNOW everybody's experience is different, it's always kinda annoyed me that a lot of people who DON'T have depression try and describe it to each other like "Have you ever lost someone you loved? It's like that but all the time forever"
Because I've definitely heard that analogy more than once from more than one person and again- maybe just MY experience here- but for me, it's less "nail through the heart agony and hopelessness" and more "waking up one day and finding out that loved one never existed in the first place, and in fact you HAVE no loved ones, and nobody loves you, either, nor will they ever"
But hell, maybe that IS just my personal pan hell, because the one and only time I ever actually said that to a psych specialist they said that their analogy made more sense and they themselves had "gone through a period of depression once" so of course they would know
i think it took me a while to realise that i had depression, because everyone around me kept describing depression as just constant debilitating grief, and if it wasnāt that then youāre just in a phase where youāre burnt out.
unfortunately just pushing through it ended up with me giving up all together. but nevertheless, iām grateful iām still here to take the time to rebuild myself and start anew, no matter how hard it gets.
i think i'll always feel like an abnormality throughout my existence, and be constantly trying to fit myself into different molds to make sure i still have a community around me. it doesn't feel so hard when i earn the gift of not having to listen to my own thoughts and eventually believe them as fact.
it does however make being alone unbearable from time to time. the last time i was alone, i almost lost my life. so i suppose there now lies an irrational fear that the next time i'm alone, there won't be an 'almost' anymore.
so i lie in this space of acceptance from the world and try to ignore my desires of wanting to peel the skin off my body and dissecting it into microscopic fragments.
it's either this or leave everyone behind and cause unnecessary pain. let's hope i can endure this for long enough
just saw a video of harry daniels singing to gabriette and the comments were just talking about how sheās high off of āsnowāā¦ all bc she was just staring at him
iām sorry but yall would hate me after a few glasses of wine š¹š¹
āMinho and Jisung completed each other. They were all they needed and they were sure it would stay that way for the rest of their life. So why is their new neighbour changing everything they thought they knew?ā
hi everyone! i donāt know who will see this, but i decided to start this little thing. iām not the most experienced in writing and english is not my first language, so I hope thatās warning enough lol. just made my first edit to this and changed some things around, but if youāre interested, please consider giving it a read and I am so open to advice!
oh and let me know if you would like to see this on tumblr as well. thank you!
just updated with chapter 3! this oneās kinda short, but i wanted to take this chapter to leave more room for possible new beginnings and to somewhat convey just how much minsung like each other. hope you like it and please feel free to leave a comment, whether it be about you liking it or anything you would like to see! and of course, writing critique is always something i will always pay attention to!
āMinho and Jisung completed each other. They were all they needed and they were sure it would stay that way for the rest of their life. So why is their new neighbour changing everything they thought they knew?ā
hi everyone! i donāt know who will see this, but i decided to start this little thing. iām not the most experienced in writing and english is not my first language, so I hope thatās warning enough lol. just made my first edit to this and changed some things around, but if youāre interested, please consider giving it a read and I am so open to advice!
oh and let me know if you would like to see this on tumblr as well. thank you!
just updated with chapter 3! this one's kinda short, but i wanted to take this chapter to leave more room for possible new beginnings and to somewhat convey just how much minsung like each other. hope you like it and please feel free to leave a comment, whether it be about you liking it or anything you would like to see! and of course, writing critique is always something i will always pay attention to!
