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love in the fast lane 》 track 0.3

pairing: street racer!chan x fem!reader

synopsis: Chan and Y/n are haunted by the ghosts of their past. What happens when a new—yet familiar face shows up in town, turning both of their lives as they knew them upside down.

or; the arrival of a street racer in town has dark secrets of their own coming to light despite trying to hide them from one another

warnings: see masterlist for series warnings

Do NOT copy, plagiarize, translate, rewrite, or repost ANY of my works. If you get inspiration from this fic please give credit. I work hard on these so please respect that.

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Once she made sure Chan ate, Y/n left him to his work—wishing him luck on his presentation the following evening.

He promised to reach out to her as soon as it was over and the two of them parted ways with a longing look. One that was never addressed by either of them.

Y/n lets out a breath as she leaves the studio and makes her way down the hall. The two of them had been in a ‘will they won’t they’ dance around one another for years. But Y/n, was starting to think the ‘won’t they’ was becoming more and more likely.

She was content with having Chan as her friend, at least there wouldn’t be any messy feelings to come between them, but a part of her would always long for him.

Sometimes she thought she’d catch him staring at her, but then she just ruled it to be a product of her imagination. She wanted to be seen, really seen, by him.

She just wasn’t sure if that was entirely possible.

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lover.

pairings: hyunjin x fem!reader

themes: friends to possible lovers, angst, hopeful ending, mentions of break up, sad hyunjin, sad reader, cried writing this and didn’t proof read so sue me hehe

note: yeah so lover messed me up bad and I can’t get it out of my head so enjoy some angst with a hopeful—looking to the future— ending

also happy belated birthday to hyunjin my beloved thank you for for the beautiful gift of your voice and your heart but pls tell me you kissed the brick before you threw it~~

She had never seen something so beautiful in her life—with the exception of the handsome guy standing next to her.

The aurora moved in waves, dancing across the night sky in hypnotizing movements. She wanted to keep her attention on it, but she couldn’t help but to continue to cast worried glances in his direction.

In a few hours, Hyunjin would be twenty-six. A year closer to thirty than he was twenty. The thought had weighed heavily on him. Over the past few weeks, anytime anyone mentioned Hyunjin’s birthday, he didn’t seem at all excited.

If anything, it seemed that he had dreaded the day coming.

Y/n knew his last birthday didn’t have the best lead up. It had tainted the day for him, leaving him with pieces of his heart to have to place delicately back together.

The woman he thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with had left him. Had made him to believe that she loved him. But she tore him apart. Broke the man that believed nothing had been wrong between them with six words.

‘It’s you. I can’t do this.’

She had left hastily after that, flying back home to japan and blocking Hyunjin’s number.

It was two days before his twenty-fifth birthday.

Thst was the first birthday Hyunjin spent alone.

This year, Hyunjin had booked a solo trip to Greenland. He had sheepishly asked her if she wanted to come.

Y/n knew it was still too soon for Hyunjin to put his all into another relationship. Especially since the two of them had been friends for so long. He had insecurities and so did you. In truth, a part of her still loved her ex just as she knew a part of Hyunjin would always love his.

With this in mind, they had agreed to go slow.

But looking at him now, the sadness in his eyes as he watched the light dance across the sky made her heart ache.

Hyunjin seemed to feel her stare, his dark eyes softening as he turned his gaze towards her.

His nose was starting to turn pink, lips swollen from where he has been licking them due to the chilled out continuously drying them out.

His eyes stayed on hers, until he could bear it anymore and let them fall to the snow covered porch beneath them.

“Talk to me Hyun.”

Hyunjin had never really let himself cry all that much around her. She understood it was a vulnerability thing and in truth, she preferred not to cry around him either.

But when he looked back up at her, eyes welling with tears—her heart ached.

She knew the pain all too well. A year wasn’t near enough time to get over a betrayal like that. She knew that herself all too well.

With their height difference, she couldn’t quite pull him into the hug she had wanted to. Hyunjin, who wasn’t normally fond of hugs or touch at all—melted into her. His arms wrapped around her, hands gripping onto her as if she would disappear at any moment—become mere smoke between his fingers.

A small sound escaped him as he stifled a sob, bur she could feel the way his body shook against hers.

“I know Hyunjin. I know and I’m so sorry.”

He cries then, letting the choked back sobs rip through him. She remembers what that feeling was like. How her heart hurt so bad she felt like she was going to die.

He of all people didn’t deserve that.

She didn’t deserve that.

And one day, she knew Hyunjin would finally realize that he didn’t. That he deserved to be loved fully, despite the arguments, despite flaws, despite his tight schedule.

Love was messy.

It wasn’t perfect all the time.

His ex wanted perfection and he had so desperately wanted to give it to her.

But he couldn’t, no matter what he said—her love for him was gone.

Hyunjin’s cries softened, his tears soaking the shoulder of her jacket as she is certain hers had the front of his coat.

When he pulled back, the wetness gathering beneath his eyes and wetting his cheeks glistened in the moonlight. She gently cupped his face, wiping ever remaining tear away.

Hyunjin closed his eyes, his breath dancing in the chilled night air as he exhaled. Her heart thrummed as he leaned into her touch.

Oh how she wished to speak the three words she had felt on the top of her tongue for so long. How she yearned to be the one that consumed his thoughts. How she wondered how his lips would feel against hers and if it would heal parts of him the way she knew it would her.

But she doesn’t move.

Not until he takes her hand into his gloved one.

Not until he’s leading her back inside.

Not until they are both shedding their outer layers silently and then departing to separate bathrooms.

Y/n soaks in the tub, the tears finding their way to her cheeks once more as she catches a glimpse of the night sky as she leans her head back.

Hyunjin on the other side of the house lets his head hang between his shoulders. His eyes pooling with tears as he lifts his head to stare into the foggy mirror.

What was he doing?

Why was he letting this torture him so much?

He thought about her, not his ex for once, but Y/n.

How she held him, how she looked at him, how she spoke to him. Every action filled with the warmth and care he had wanted from his ex.

But she wasnt his ex and he wasn’t Y/n’s. They were two people who held feelings for one another but their scars built walls between them.

Or had it just been his?

Hyunjin thought long snd hard for a moment. He doesn’t remember the last time she had mentioned her ex. He knew it was still a sore spot; it’s why she understood him wanting to take thinks extremely slow between the two of them.

He feared saying the wrong thing and her walking away. He feared not showing her love and her feeling unloveable. He feared his schedule would put distance between them. Thst long distance would break them.

But then, he inhaled—dark eyes meeting familiar ones in the reflection before him.

Those things had drove his ex away—had led to hurtful things being spat at him. Had led to his heart being torn from his chest exactly a year ago.

But they didn’t drive Y/n away.

Because she was still there. She had always been there, supporting him drom the shadows, being a shoulder to lean on. She showed him love and care when he felt like he didn’t deserve it.

She had feelings for him, and here he was—aching for the love he lost and the one he was scared to lose.

Hyunjin finds her on the couch. He only sees the back of her head, when he rounds the couch he noticed how cozy she looks. Her eyes flicker from the fire to his. He doesn’t miss the way her eyes soften. It was never out of pity thst the features of her fsce softened.

It’s because he was her safe place, just like she was his.

Hyunjin takes a seat next to her, his elbows on his knees as he leans forward. His own gaze focuses on the flames dancing before the two of them.

Neither of them say anything, just basking in the silence and the crackling of the fire.

Then he finds his voice.

“In truth, I don’t know what to say,” Hyunjin whispered, referring to her invitation to speak to him earlier.

He tilts his head towards her, eying her hands thst are toying with one another on her lap. He reaches out slowly, placing his large hand over hers. She doesn’t hesitate to intertwine their fingers and Hyunjin feels his heart lighten.

“I’m not okay. I don’t know how long it will be until I can truly say those words and mean it,” he whispers, looking from their hands to her eyes.

“But I have had a lot said to me and a lot done to me thst it terrifies me Y/n. I want to let you in. I want to give you the love you deserve. I want to be someone deserving of you. Bur I have demons I’m still fighting. I still have things I’m trying to work through. I in good conscience, cannot ask you to be mine when I know that all of these ghost are haunting me.”

She smiles at him—sad but beautiful, “I know. That’s why I’ll wait. Until you feel you are where you need to be. But I just ask one thing,” she says, leaning forward.

Hyunjin’s breath catches at the inches thst have disappeared between them.

He nods, urging her to continue.

“You don’t have to fight those ghosts alone. Let me be there for you, as a friend, as someone who loves and cares about you. I had to go through that alone,” she says, referring to her own past heartbreak.

“But you don’t have to Hyun. I’m right here. Let me be with you as a friend. And when we are both ready,” she whispers, “Then we can try for something more when we are both ready.”

Hyunjin’s heart swells, her reaches for her, pulling her into him.

He doesn’t know how long they stay like that, just holding eachother. The promise of something more to come later lingering between them. Bur for now, Hyunjin holds her and makes a wish—even prays—that he can get better. That they can both heal. That they can make it through the storm together, because they were already standing in the rain.

Then Hyunjin can finally allow himself to love her fully.

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乐土 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hybrid!skz x fem!reader, bang chan x reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It all started with an eviction notice that lead her to her found family.

Or: Y/n is facing eviction and Chan offers her a place to stay with he and his hybrid Minho. Secrets are kept, truths are revealed, and a series of events leads her to her forever home.

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ↓

chapter one | chapter two - coming soon!

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬 | 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 0.2

pairing: street racer!chan x fem!reader

synopsis: synopsis: Chan and Y/n are haunted by the ghosts of their past. What happens when a new—yet familiar face shows up in town, turning both of their lives as they knew them upside down.

or; the arrival of a street racer in town has dark secrets of their own coming to light despite trying to hide them from one another

warnings: see masterlist for series warnings

Do NOT copy, plagiarize, translate, rewrite, or repost ANY of my works. If you get inspiration from this fic please give credit. I work hard on these so please respect that.

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Chan hadn’t messaged her the rest of the day, which wasn't at all like him. Yes, he was quiet, reserved, and not the best conversationalist at times but he’d usually message her back as soon as she reached out to him.

But her messages went unanswered.

Y/n had been worried when he stormed out—apologetic on Minho’s behalf for being so blunt when questioning him.

She couldn’t help but to feel a familiar heaviness when he didn’t answer her.

It had taken a year after his accident to not be worried about where he was or having to worry if he was at The Pit or not.

The Pit was known to be a whirlwind of speed and crime. The cops knew this—but they also knew that those involved would rather die than to give up any information to the police. It wasn’t just racers involved but mostly those who had enough money to bet on the races.

Races would be an opportunity for scouting. Drug lords sending their minions out with a wad of cash to sway the winner into working for them. That’s how Y/n had met Chan, in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But he looked different than the others, he didn’t seem to enjoy it but rather it was a matter of circumstance.

The two of them met on a rainy evening in March.

It was dark and she had been out too long. The smell of the rain and the rubber of her tires mixed as she got out of the car. Y/n had parked a little farther that evening, all of the spots near her place had been occupied. She knew of an alleyway that would put her near her door and of the five years she lived there, she never had a problem with making it from her car to her door without any trouble.

However, that evening, over the patter of the rain, Y/n heard voices speaking. She had never been particularly good at Korean—even after living in the country for so long. She heard shouts, before a body was thrown to the ground in front of her.

She gasped, the sound barely heard over the rain as she took a step back—hiding behind the side of the building next to her own as another man made an appearance.

“Deliver on time. Otherwise—.”

That’s as much as she had made out over the rain—watching as the attacker retreated from the alleyway and leaving the man on his hands and knees. The man hissed out of frustration and pain—punching the wet pavement beneath him with a sickening crack.

She could see the blood from where she stood.

Taking a step out from behind the wall, she moved towards the man.

“Are you okay?”

The man’s eyes met hers and for a moment, time simply stopped. His lip was busted, streaks of red flowing from his swollen nose and down his chin. His sharp eyes held a venom she knew wasn't necessarily directed at her.

She asked him again, and the man just laughed?

He stood from the ground, a groan leaving him. He ran a bare forearm over his nose and mouth, spreading the crimson.

There was a look of amusement on his face despite the injuries.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he says, a thick Australian accent flowing from his lips.

Y/n shakes her head, “Would you believe me if I said it’s not the first time I’ve seen something like this?”

He looked at her perplexed and huffed another laugh.

“I should go,” he starts before moving to walk towards a bike at the other end of the alley that was laying sideways.

“Not like that, you aren’t.”

He had turned to her, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Sorry?”

Y/n motioned to the motorcycle, “The rain is getting heavier. Not to mention you got rocked hard. Your left eye is already starting to swell.

He glared at that, but before he could say anything, she was doing something insane.

Something Minho would certainly kill her for.

“My place is right here. At least get cleaned up and wait out the rain before attempting to drive with that eye.”

She didn’t say anything more as she turned to unlock her door. She pushed it open, casting a glance back at the man to see if he was following. He was hesitant, but followed slowly behind her.

The two of them climbed the steps in silence.

“You can use the bathroom. I’ll grab something from Minho’s—.”

“Grab what from my—HEY,” Minho yelped, causing the stranger to flinch.

Her roommate eyes the man dripping wet behind her.

“Jeez Y/n. What did he do to you?”

She rolled her eyes, motioning the stranger into the warmth of their apartment.

“Wait—don’t I know you?”

The stranger seemed to tense next to her at this.

“I don’t believe so.”

“No, I definitely know you,” Minho hums, his eyes roaming over the stranger.

“Min stop interrogating,” Y/n scolds as she kicks off her shoes, motioning for the stranger to do the same.

“Grab him some clothes please. I’m going to show him to the bathroom.”

Minho grumbles but doesn’t fight back, his eyes going to the stranger once more before disappearing down the hall.

“I’m sorry about him. You aren’t the first person he believes that he knows ,” she smiles at him.

He seems to relax at that.

“I didn’t get your name,” she mentions as she leads him towards the bathroom.

“It’s Chan.”

She turns to him, a soft smile on her face as she holds out her hand, “Y/n.”

He takes her hand, his grip firm against hers. She ignored the way her hand fit perfectly in his before pulling away.

She showed him where the towels were, taking the change of clothes from her roommate as he passed before shooing him back into the living room before he could ask any questions.

“Yell if you need anything,” she offered a kind smile before shutting the door.

“You can’t just bring in strays Y/n,” Minho sighs, a troubled look on his face.

“What was I supposed to do? Leave him bleeding and wet on the street? Have him ride his bike in the rain?”

Minho’s brow furrowed, “Uh yeah? That’s exactly what you should have done. You don’t know who this man is.”

Y/n sighed as she washed her hands before moving to prepare dinner.

“I didn’t leave you on the street did I?”

“That’s different,” Minho pouts.

“Look,” she sighs as she turns towards him, “I overheard something about a delivery. I figured since you’ve been investigating the illegal activity at The Pit that he might be able to bring light to the case.”

Minho’s eyes widened, “That’s where I know him from! I’ve definitely seen him there before. I knew he looked familiar.”

Y/n moved to make a meal for both her and Chan, putting the broth into the pot before turning on the burner. The blue flames danced as the broth began to bubble.

“Did you get his name?”

Y/n hummed, hearing the sound of water still running down the hall.

“Chan.”

“Oh my gosh,” Minho jumped up from the couch, making his way to the kitchen.

“You’re joking right?”

Y/n shook her head, turning towards her shocked roommate.

“Y/n this is insane! He’s one of the—no, the best driver at The Pit. Do you know how dangerous it is having him in our apartment?”

If the scene from earlier in the alleyway was anything to go by, then she knew that it was highly likely that having him at their place was a recipe for disaster. But he may know something that will be useful for Minho’s investigation.

“I know I just overheard talk in the alleyway,” she whispered as the sound of the shower came to a stop.

“Something about a package being delivered.”

Minho sat back in his chair, hands running over his face.

“Y/n, you brought a runner into our home. You’ve officially lost it,” her friend huffs in disbelief.

“But that’s the thing Min,” she begins, taking the soup off of the stove to serve it into two bowls, “He got beat up. Which means he isn’t doing his job right. Something is up with him. Maybe it’s not only your breakthrough but a way for him to get out of whatever scheme he was roped into.”

Minho thought for a moment, but before he said anything—a freshly showered Chan rounded the corner.

He was drying the back of his long onyx hair with a towel—his eyes shifting between Y/n, Minho and then the soup.

She slides the bowl in his direction and motions for him to sit down. He mumbles a small ‘thanks’ before taking a seat at the bar across from her.

She eyed his bruises and cuts, a pain shooting through her just at the mere sight of them.

“Eat up and then I can tend to your wounds,” she motions towards the bowl.

Chan opens his mouth to protest but Minho stops him.

“Listen Chan,” he begins, “One thing we don’t do under this roof is argue with Y/n. The sooner you learn that the better your life will be.”

Y/n smiles at that.

“He’s right. Eat up.”

And Chan listens.

After the two of them eat, Minho retires to his room—mostly due to the glare Y/n keeps shooting in his direction.

Y/N retrieves the first aid kit. The two sit in silence as she bandages his hands. It’s when she’s applying ointment to his busted lip that she takes the time to observe him closely.

There’s a far away and troubled look in his eyes. He doesn’t look at her—avoiding her inquisitive gaze.

Her mouth moves before her mind can even think of the repercussions of her question.

“You don’t want to be in this do you,” she asks him.

Chan’s eyes don’t meet hers, “I don’t know what you mean.”

She lowers her hand slightly from applying the ointment.

“A package needing to be delivered? You getting beat up in the alleyway? You aren’t exactly being a very good runner are you? But it’s on purpose.”

Chan is silent for a moment and Y/n doesn’t pry further.

“It’s hard not to get wrapped up in it when you race.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t. Believe me,” she sighs as she screws the cap back on the ointment before wiping her hands.

“But would you want a way out?”

Chan’s eyes return to hers and for a moment there is hope but then it leaves as fast as it came.

“How?”

“Start by telling Minho everything you know.”

And that’s how it started. The information fell from Chan’s lips easily. Some people were busted and taken into custody with Minho’s tip.

The three of them worked in together to try and bring down the Drug Lord Chan had been working for.

And that’s how it started.

The ending you still couldn’t think about, but Chan was safe and that was all that mattered. But he wouldn’t be safe from her if he didn’t pick up the phone soon.

“Someone avoiding you?”

The newcomer startles her. She turns to find Jisung, a mutual friend of her and Chan. He’s got his laptop tucked under his left arm, a nearly finished iced coffee in the other.

“Yes actually,” she huffs, standing from the bench she has been occupying for the last thirty minutes.

“You haven’t seen Chan have you?”

Jisung’s eyes widen slightly as he nods, “About ten-ish minutes ago?”

Y/n, slings her bag over her shoulder as she stands.

“Did he say where he was headed?”

Jisung gestures over his shoulder, “To the studio. Said he needed to work on something.”

She nods, thanking him before taking off in that direction.

“Also call Minho, Han. I’m tired of hearing him whine because you won’t return his messages.”

Y/n caught a glimpse of Jisung’s smirk at that, “It’s fun to torment him.”

She couldn’t disagree with that.

note: sooo part one is actually getting split into three parts….(sorry hehe) but a little more back story this time! let me know what you think and reblog if you liked it please 🤍

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I CAN’T LET YOU GO CAUSE THE WORLD’S BOUT TO BREAK

pairings: test subject!hyunjin x fem!reader

word count: ~ 1k

themes: sfw they just kiss, very loosely based off of the escape mv (very loosely), buzzcut hyunjin, slight mention of blood, lightly wounded hyunjin, chan is a deep sleeper he’s basically not there lol, kissing and lots of it, hyunjin and reader are down bad for one another

Hyunjin stares into the crackling fire across the room—mind blank as he gets lost in the heavy dancing flames. He’s just far enough out of the fire’s reach that it doesn’t do much for him. He doesn’t feel the sweet lick of warmth in the way Chan does, who was curled up next to it. Sleep had lulled him into a slumber hours ago.

Hyunjin doesn’t move.

He waits, because he was told to.

The chilled night air that sweeps through the room sends a shiver down his spine. His dark eyes turn from the dancing flames to the busted window. Bits of white travel through the air until they disappear.

Hyunjin was never one to mind the cold but for some reason the sight of the flakes made his heart feel heavy.

Another winter, come and gone, and he and Chan were right where they had been.

But it was freeing was it not?

The abandoned plant had been their sanctuary. They had been free—released from the confines of the facilities that held them captive for so long.

He should be grateful.

He was.

But something had been missing.

The rustle of a bag startled him from his thoughts, a low growl beginning to rumble in the back of his throat.

“It’s just me,” a soft voice called.

Hyunjin turned his attention to the voice, watching as the newcomer abandoned her shoes by the door.

He watched with sharp eyes as she slipped the fur Hyunjin had loaned her from around her shoulders—draping it over a metal chair nearby.

She approaches him, her eyes not casting him a glance as she moves to pull the contents from the bag onto the table.

“Aren't you cold,” she asks him, voice soft as she casts a glance at his upper body—only clad in a dark tank top.

He tilts his head. Not a no but definitely not a yes either.

She nods, moving to open one of the containers she bought. Hyunjin watches her work, holding back a growl when she applies the mystery substance to his lip.

She’s gentle, eyes wide and tentative as she focuses on tending to his wounds.

Hyunjin had not let anyone other than Chan this close to him in years. He was uncertain about her at first, more so than Chan was.

When she had found them, it had only been six months since they had escaped. She had wanted them to come with her but neither of them wanted to leave. They weren’t ready to be confined to another place—even if she was different than their captors. She understood, but always made sure to let them know that the offer was still open should they choose to move on from the remains of the old factory.

It didn’t stop her from visiting or from Chan growing attached to her.

Little by little, she had begun to worm her way into Hyunjin’s heart as well.

She still stopped by, still brought them food, still tended to wounds as she was with Hyunjin.

But something felt different between them.

Hyunjin felt sedated when she was near, like she was the gravity that kept him from floating from the ground. Her presence was soft and inviting.

It was stable.

Hyunjin didn’t have difficulty loving her. But saying it was entirely different.

Who would love someone like him? An experiment on the run; a man that was not quite human but not quite beast either.

He was pulled from his thoughts as she finished with a soft ‘done.’

She was quick to dispose of the bloodied cloth and the bandage wrappings that she had used on some of his other wounds.

Y/n returned to Hyunjin’s side, a pull of worry between her brows as she examined him.

“Talk to me Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin wished to hear his name fall from her lips forever.

But he doesn’t say anything, only reaches up to grab her waist.

He hears her inhale sharply at the action, but she relaxes into his hold.

The look on her face tells him everything he needs to know.

She’s content, safe and trusting with him.

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything as he guides her to sit across his legs.

Her arms rest around his neck as if this isn’t the first time the two of them had been this close.

She guides his head to her chest—hugging him. Hyunjin instantly relaxes in her hold. His arms are strong around her, holding her firmly but softly against him. Afraid that if he loosens his grip even a little that she will float away.

Her heartbeat steadies him and for a long moment he just listens.

He lets himself be comforted by her warmth. Her fingers gently brushing against the buzzed hair atop his head comfortingly.

Hyunjin basks in the peace he feels at that moment.

He pulls away slightly to look up at her. Her hand comes to rest on the side of his face—eyes memorizing his features down to the tiniest detail.

Hyunjin acts on impulse and yearning, tilting his head to barely brush his lips against hers—testing the waters between them. The ghost of her breath mingled with his has his fingers curling into the fabric of her sweater.

His nose brushes hers, eyes locked on her own—hooded with a deep yearning. Like it will kill him if he presses them to hers or if he doesn’t.

Either way, she would be the death of him.

A soft sound leaves him, something between a whine and a purr as he ghosts his lips across hers once more.

“It’ll reopen,” she whispers.

Hyunjin could care less about his busted lip.

A soft gasp leaves her as he holds her tighter against his chest.

“I don’t care.”

With those three, drawn out and breathless words, Hyunjin slots his lips against her own. His world bursts into color as he cups her cheek and deepens the kiss. He pauses for a moment, a noise leaving him when she chases after his lips. And then, Hyunjin lets himself be consumed by her—kissing her until neither of them can breathe. Until they are left with nothing but the taste of their love for one another on their tongues.

Hyunjin kisses her like a she’s his lifeline.

Because that’s exactly what she had become to him.

His world was turned upside down when she had stumbled upon them.

And now that he had her, he would never let her go.

note: this is kinda sucky but escape hyunjin has been on my mind recently~~ rip chan taking a well deserved sleep through all the kissing lol

taglist: @tirena1 @inaribu00 @abiaswreck @i-am-confused-about-life @karlee10261990 — let me know if you want to be added

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ᐟᐟ☆ 0T8

— 001: you blow a kiss at them on stage <hyung line + hyunjin>

— 002: you blow a kiss at them on stage <maknae line>

— 003: having a chubby gf 0.1 <hyung line + hyunjin>

— 004: valentine’s day

— 005: they get jealous 0.1 <hyung line + hyunjin>

⋆˚࿔ B.CHN

→ one-shots:

— 001: finding out he isn’t human

— 002: nothing i wouldn’t do

— 003: the truth untold ★

→ series:

— love in the fast lane

⋆˙⟡ L.MHO

→ series:

— 001: as the world caves in — masterlist

˚⊹♡ H.HJ

→ series:

— 001: love in death and light — masterlist

ೃ* H.JS

→ one-shots:

— 001: happy birthday skater boy

— 002: would you visit the stars with me?

𐙚⋆.˚ L.FLX

→ one-shots:

— 001: sundays with him ♱

— 002: “can I kiss you?” 𝜗ৎ

— 003: wish I looked like her

→ series:

— 001: wake me from this spell <sneak peek>

— 002: what hurts the most

♪‧₊˚ K.SM

→ one-shots:

— 001: more than the stars in the sky 𝜗ৎ

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love in the fast lane — track 0.1

pairings: street racer!chan x fem!reader

synopsis: Chan and Y/n are haunted by the ghosts of their past. What happens when a new-yet familiar face shows up in town, turning both of their lives as they knew them upside down.

or; the arrival of a street racer in town has dark secrets of their own coming to light despite trying to hide them from one another

warnings: crime/non-graphic violence, mentions of blood, fights, street racing, mentions of drugs/drug rings, twin fic, angst, mentions of car accidents, slight stalking (not Chan), english king Minho, reader is chubby (not huge part of story), pining...lots of pining, happy ending

taglist: @tirena1 @inaribu00 @abiaswreck @i-am-confused-about-life - let me know if you want to be added!

Do NOT copy, plagiarize, translate, rewrite, or repost ANY of my works. If you get inspiration from this fic please give credit. / work hard on these so please respect that.

masterlist | next track

“Late night?”

Two pairs of eyes turn towards her with tired glares as she takes a seat across from them.

Y/n took note of the scattered papers before them. Jeongin’s laptop was long forgotten as they were looking through the records together. She couldn’t help but to notice the concerning pile of cups growing on the table next to her best friend.

“Minho nearly broke the coffee machine this morning with all the trips he’s made to it,” Seungmin mumbles as he passes by the three of them, his own cup in his hand.

“Mind your business Kim,” the eldest calls, his tone light, but there’s an underlying threat in his words.

Seungmin only waves a hand at him before disappearing down the hall.

“Great,” Y/n, sighs as she takes a seat across from them.

“Another late night at the Pit I’m assuming? I wasn’t woken up by you crashing through the door at three a.m.”

She doesn’t miss the glance that’s exchanged between Minho and Jeongin.

Y/n wasn't fond of the Pit. She never had been, even before everything happened. To be a woman there was a nightmare in itself; constantly scrutinized, sexualized or just ignored depending on who it was. That wasn’t the only reason she felt uncomfortable there.

It was a breeding ground for crime.

It wasn’t noticeable at first, but then you’d see an unfamiliar face in the crowd, winners of the races would disappear one by one—recruited to take beginner jobs for a little extra cash.

That’s how easy it was to get roped in. Once you were in, it was hard to get out.

Y/n was happy to have escaped the scene a couple of years ago, but that still didn’t stop her from worrying about Jeongin and Minho who frequented the track when there was word of a race. Y/n loved her friends, but it had only been by the grace of God that neither of them had been caught yet.

Minho went under the guise of being interested in betting on the races while trying to get intel on the pipeline of crime going on beneath it all. Jeongin—well, Jeongin just loved fast cars.

“Just be careful you two. These people—,” her mind drifted back to every encounter she had with someone at the Pit—everything she knew about that world, “They could seriously harm you if they feel threatened in any way.”

Minho gives her a tired look, “Y/n, I’ve been doing this for three years. I know what I’m doing. I just need you to trust me.”

“Yes, you do and I trust you Min. But even though you’ve been doing this for years, you’re my family and I worry about you. You got lucky with Chan and it’s fueled your fire more to get to the bottom of all of this and I get that,” she sighs as she places a hand over his own.

“But Innie is new to this. It’s just exciting for him. I know you can take care of yourself Jeongin,” she then turns her words towards him, “But this is more dangerous than just being behind the wheel.”

The two of them share twin pouts, as if they had just been scolded by their mother.

“Promise me, both of you, that you will be careful. Betting is where it starts Innie. I know the thrill and I know the pull of that temptation, but once you’ve thrown that coin in it’s hard to get out.”

Jeongin shrinks slightly under her firm gaze, “I’m really not interested in all of that. I just love the thrill of the race! Plus Minho always drives so it saves me gas.”

Minho looks affronted at the younger’s words.

“Why you little—.”

Minho lunges playfully at the other causing him to whine. The two break out into a full on fight, switching from Korean to English as they nag one another.

It was never hard for the two of them to turn a serious conversation into a fight. If she didn’t know any better, Y/n would have believed that the two were separated at birth. Twins with a few years in between them.

Y/n pinches the bridge of her nose in slight annoyance at the bickering.

“Are they fighting again,” a new voice makes an appearance.

Y/n looks up to find Chan leaning against the doorframe, watching the two guys fondly as Minho reaches over to flick Jeongin.

Her eyes fall to his hands. There’s a bottle of water in one and an iced coffee in the other. She couldn’t help the warmth that bloomed within her at the sight. He had brought her a drink on his way. Chan didn’t drink coffee or tea; he didn’t need to go out of his way to get her something.

He wanted to do it anyway.

Chan smiled at her as he made his way past the bickering men and around the table to where she sat. He set the drink next to her laptop before ruffling her hair fondly, causing her to whine and swat at his hands.

A deep yet slightly pitched laugh left him.

“What are they fighting about?”

“What aren’t they fighting about,” she replied before taking a drink of the coffee he had placed in front of her—humming in satisfaction at the taste.

“He’s using me,” Minho exclaimed before going after the other again.

“We all use you! Stop letting me in your car if you are going to complain,” the youngest whined as he avoided Minho’s hands.

The two of them were relentless.

“They had a late night,” Y/n waves her hand at them as she turns to Chan.

His long blonde hair was straightened, tucked neatly behind his ears. He wore a sweater vest—one she didn’t even know he owned—paired with freshly pressed khaki slacks.

“You look nice,” she acknowledged without thinking.

Y/n didn’t miss the way the tops of his ears reddened at her compliment. He had never been particularly good at taking them.

“Thanks. I’m filling in as TA last minute. Yeri got sick and Professor Tao can be a bit…you know,” he laughed.

She nodded, her hand moving to set the drink back down on the table.

“You have your final presentation tomorrow afternoon right?”

Chan nods, a scrunch of worry settling between his brows. Y/n reaches up to pat his baby blue, sleeve clad arm reassuringly.

“You’ll do amazing. You always do.”

The two of them share a look. It’s weighted and it makes Y/n’s heart stutter in her chest.

The clearing of a throat pulls their gazes from one another.

Y/n turns to find both Minho and Jeongin—no longer finding interest in bickering with one another, but instead casting knowing looks between the two of them.

“Anyway,” Minho announces, pulling her and Chan from whatever was going on between them.

He rustles through a few of his papers before producing a tiny note pad that had been hidden beneath the mess.

“I do have a question for you while you are here Channie.”

The corner of Y/n’s mouth turned down.

She knew it was about Minho’s investigation, but asking Chan anything related to racing or the crime world always put her on edge. Chan never seemed to mind, always willing to help out in any way that he could.

“Shoot.”

Minho looked from his poorly scribbled on notepad to the elder, “Know anything about someone called the Ghost? Seemed to be a hot topic of conversation last night.”

Immediately, something in the room shifted.

Y/n’s eyes moved towards Chan, noticing the switch in his demeanor. The light had left his dark eyes at the name—knuckles turning white from how hard he was grasping the strap of his bag.

“Doesn’t ring a bell,” he mutters, before stepping away from the table.

“Sorry, I have to go.”

The three watched stunned as the man made his exit. There were no words uttered for a moment as the three of them exchanged glances.

“He knows something,” Minho whispered slowly, despite Chan now being out of hearing range.

“He just said he didn’t,” Y/n quips, but even she couldn’t believe his words.

“Do you think…,” Jeongin started, “That this guy had something to do with Chan’s crash?”

The panic washed over her once again. As if she was back to the moment where she had watched his car go over the cliff.

Her worried gaze turned towards Minho, “If he has anything to do with the tampering of Chan’s car then this is something entirely different than just recruiting runners.”

Minho nodded, “He apparently hasn’t been seen in over a year.”

She felt her stomach fall at that.

“He’s either our guy or he knows who did it,” she begins.

“We have to find him Minho.”

Minho shakes his head at that, “Y/n there is no we. You cannot get involved with this.”

“This could be the person who tried to kill him Min,” her voice was rough.

“If it is, then it’s personal.”

Y/n had never spoken openly about her feelings for Chan, about how protective she was over him, but Minho knew and so did Jeongin.

Minho also knew that no matter how far he wanted to keep her from the dangers of it all, that it wasn’t a question when it came to Chan.

Whoever was responsible for Chan’s accident would pay. And if it just so happened to be the Ghost, well, she wouldn’t hesitate to truly make him disappear.

note: ended up splitting the first half into two parts because it was a bit lengthy…I know this part is slow but it picks up soon I promise! let me know what you think and if you enjoyed, please reblog and leave a comment 🤍 it would mean the world to me!

[i00-b0kiie]

love in the fast lane — track 0.1

pairings: street racer!chan x fem!reader

synopsis: Chan and Y/n are haunted by the ghosts of their past. What happens when a new-yet familiar face shows up in town, turning both of their lives as they knew them upside down.

or; the arrival of a street racer in town has dark secrets of their own coming to light despite trying to hide them from one another

warnings: crime/non-graphic violence, mentions of blood, fights, street racing, mentions of drugs/drug rings, twin fic, angst, mentions of car accidents, slight stalking (not Chan), english king Minho, reader is chubby (not huge part of story), pining...lots of pining, happy ending

taglist: @tirena1 @inaribu00 @abiaswreck @i-am-confused-about-life - let me know if you want to be added!

Do NOT copy, plagiarize, translate, rewrite, or repost ANY of my works. If you get inspiration from this fic please give credit. / work hard on these so please respect that.

masterlist | next track

“Late night?”

Two pairs of eyes turn towards her with tired glares as she takes a seat across from them.

Y/n took note of the scattered papers before them. Jeongin’s laptop was long forgotten as they were looking through the records together. She couldn’t help but to notice the concerning pile of cups growing on the table next to her best friend.

“Minho nearly broke the coffee machine this morning with all the trips he’s made to it,” Seungmin mumbles as he passes by the three of them, his own cup in his hand.

“Mind your business Kim,” the eldest calls, his tone light, but there’s an underlying threat in his words.

Seungmin only waves a hand at him before disappearing down the hall.

“Great,” Y/n, sighs as she takes a seat across from them.

“Another late night at the Pit I’m assuming? I wasn’t woken up by you crashing through the door at three a.m.”

She doesn’t miss the glance that’s exchanged between Minho and Jeongin.

Y/n wasn't fond of the Pit. She never had been, even before everything happened. To be a woman there was a nightmare in itself; constantly scrutinized, sexualized or just ignored depending on who it was. That wasn’t the only reason she felt uncomfortable there.

It was a breeding ground for crime.

It wasn’t noticeable at first, but then you’d see an unfamiliar face in the crowd, winners of the races would disappear one by one—recruited to take beginner jobs for a little extra cash.

That’s how easy it was to get roped in. Once you were in, it was hard to get out.

Y/n was happy to have escaped the scene a couple of years ago, but that still didn’t stop her from worrying about Jeongin and Minho who frequented the track when there was word of a race. Y/n loved her friends, but it had only been by the grace of God that neither of them had been caught yet.

Minho went under the guise of being interested in betting on the races while trying to get intel on the pipeline of crime going on beneath it all. Jeongin—well, Jeongin just loved fast cars.

“Just be careful you two. These people—,” her mind drifted back to every encounter she had with someone at the Pit—everything she knew about that world, “They could seriously harm you if they feel threatened in any way.”

Minho gives her a tired look, “Y/n, I’ve been doing this for three years. I know what I’m doing. I just need you to trust me.”

“Yes, you do and I trust you Min. But even though you’ve been doing this for years, you’re my family and I worry about you. You got lucky with Chan and it’s fueled your fire more to get to the bottom of all of this and I get that,” she sighs as she places a hand over his own.

“But Innie is new to this. It’s just exciting for him. I know you can take care of yourself Jeongin,” she then turns her words towards him, “But this is more dangerous than just being behind the wheel.”

The two of them share twin pouts, as if they had just been scolded by their mother.

“Promise me, both of you, that you will be careful. Betting is where it starts Innie. I know the thrill and I know the pull of that temptation, but once you’ve thrown that coin in it’s hard to get out.”

Jeongin shrinks slightly under her firm gaze, “I’m really not interested in all of that. I just love the thrill of the race! Plus Minho always drives so it saves me gas.”

Minho looks affronted at the younger’s words.

“Why you little—.”

Minho lunges playfully at the other causing him to whine. The two break out into a full on fight, switching from Korean to English as they nag one another.

It was never hard for the two of them to turn a serious conversation into a fight. If she didn’t know any better, Y/n would have believed that the two were separated at birth. Twins with a few years in between them.

Y/n pinches the bridge of her nose in slight annoyance at the bickering.

“Are they fighting again,” a new voice makes an appearance.

Y/n looks up to find Chan leaning against the doorframe, watching the two guys fondly as Minho reaches over to flick Jeongin.

Her eyes fall to his hands. There’s a bottle of water in one and an iced coffee in the other. She couldn’t help the warmth that bloomed within her at the sight. He had brought her a drink on his way. Chan didn’t drink coffee or tea; he didn’t need to go out of his way to get her something.

He wanted to do it anyway.

Chan smiled at her as he made his way past the bickering men and around the table to where she sat. He set the drink next to her laptop before ruffling her hair fondly, causing her to whine and swat at his hands.

A deep yet slightly pitched laugh left him.

“What are they fighting about?”

“What aren’t they fighting about,” she replied before taking a drink of the coffee he had placed in front of her—humming in satisfaction at the taste.

“He’s using me,” Minho exclaimed before going after the other again.

“We all use you! Stop letting me in your car if you are going to complain,” the youngest whined as he avoided Minho’s hands.

The two of them were relentless.

“They had a late night,” Y/n waves her hand at them as she turns to Chan.

His long blonde hair was straightened, tucked neatly behind his ears. He wore a sweater vest—one she didn’t even know he owned—paired with freshly pressed khaki slacks.

“You look nice,” she acknowledged without thinking.

Y/n didn’t miss the way the tops of his ears reddened at her compliment. He had never been particularly good at taking them.

“Thanks. I’m filling in as TA last minute. Yeri got sick and Professor Tao can be a bit…you know,” he laughed.

She nodded, her hand moving to set the drink back down on the table.

“You have your final presentation tomorrow afternoon right?”

Chan nods, a scrunch of worry settling between his brows. Y/n reaches up to pat his baby blue, sleeve clad arm reassuringly.

“You’ll do amazing. You always do.”

The two of them share a look. It’s weighted and it makes Y/n’s heart stutter in her chest.

The clearing of a throat pulls their gazes from one another.

Y/n turns to find both Minho and Jeongin—no longer finding interest in bickering with one another, but instead casting knowing looks between the two of them.

“Anyway,” Minho announces, pulling her and Chan from whatever was going on between them.

He rustles through a few of his papers before producing a tiny note pad that had been hidden beneath the mess.

“I do have a question for you while you are here Channie.”

The corner of Y/n’s mouth turned down.

She knew it was about Minho’s investigation, but asking Chan anything related to racing or the crime world always put her on edge. Chan never seemed to mind, always willing to help out in any way that he could.

“Shoot.”

Minho looked from his poorly scribbled on notepad to the elder, “Know anything about someone called the Ghost? Seemed to be a hot topic of conversation last night.”

Immediately, something in the room shifted.

Y/n’s eyes moved towards Chan, noticing the switch in his demeanor. The light had left his dark eyes at the name—knuckles turning white from how hard he was grasping the strap of his bag.

“Doesn’t ring a bell,” he mutters, before stepping away from the table.

“Sorry, I have to go.”

The three watched stunned as the man made his exit. There were no words uttered for a moment as the three of them exchanged glances.

“He knows something,” Minho whispered slowly, despite Chan now being out of hearing range.

“He just said he didn’t,” Y/n quips, but even she couldn’t believe his words.

“Do you think…,” Jeongin started, “That this guy had something to do with Chan’s crash?”

The panic washed over her once again. As if she was back to the moment where she had watched his car go over the cliff.

Her worried gaze turned towards Minho, “If he has anything to do with the tampering of Chan’s car then this is something entirely different than just recruiting runners.”

Minho nodded, “He apparently hasn’t been seen in over a year.”

She felt her stomach fall at that.

“He’s either our guy or he knows who did it,” she begins.

“We have to find him Minho.”

Minho shakes his head at that, “Y/n there is no we. You cannot get involved with this.”

“This could be the person who tried to kill him Min,” her voice was rough.

“If it is, then it’s personal.”

Y/n had never spoken openly about her feelings for Chan, about how protective she was over him, but Minho knew and so did Jeongin.

Minho also knew that no matter how far he wanted to keep her from the dangers of it all, that it wasn’t a question when it came to Chan.

Whoever was responsible for Chan’s accident would pay. And if it just so happened to be the Ghost, well, she wouldn’t hesitate to truly make him disappear.

note: ended up splitting the first half into two parts because it was a bit lengthy…I know this part is slow but it picks up soon I promise! let me know what you think and if you enjoyed, please reblog and leave a comment 🤍 it would mean the world to me!

[i00-b0kiie]

skz reaction — valentine’s day

pairing: skz member x reader

synopsis: what they do/give you on valentine’s day

themes: fluff fluff fluff, little suggestive if you blink

taglist: @tirena1 @inaribu00 @abiaswreck @unlikelypainterpeacekitten — let me know if you want to be added!

B.CHN

- He’d pretend that he got you the expensive headphones that you had been eyeing for months but that wasn’t all

- Chan would tell you to put them on and the minute you did he would give you his real gift

- A song he had been composing for months. One that revealed the depth of his love for you

- Naturally you’d cry and he’d hold you, soft kisses to your temples and cheeks as you asked him to play it over and over again

- “Would you like to hear the others?”

- Your eyes widen, “There’s more?”

- He gums as he turns his phone around to show you, “A whole album. You didn’t think my love for you could be confined to one song did you?”

- You can’t help but to kiss him, letting him play the album on the loud speaker as you lose yourself in him

L.MHO

- Dinner and a quiet night in is an ideal date for the both of you

- Minho would make you whatever you wanted

- “You don’t have to go through all the trouble Min” he’d just blink at you before turning back to the dish “It’s not trouble if it makes you happy”

- The two of you had never been gift givers, preferring quality time with one another where you could find it

- That evening the two of you dressed in your best and you couldn’t help but laugh as a bit of stray pasta sauce made its way onto his shirt—making him grumble

- You ate dinner, making small conversation but letting the lingering gazes between the two of you do most of the talking

- Then you two would retire to the couch, share a lazy kiss before cuddling up and falling asleep to whatever was playing on the TV

S.CB

- He’d wine and dine you

- Take you to the fanciest restaurant, spend as much as he could to make sure you were full and satisfied

- His hand would barely leave yours over the table; eyes glistening in the candle light as he held onto each of your words

- He’d take you for a late night walk in the park, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his as the sound of nature filled the comfortable silence between you

- He’d kiss you on your doorstep and tell you that there was a surprise waiting for you upstairs

- A velvet black box and at least 50 roses arranged in the shape of a heart would greet you along with a small bear

- As soon as you realized it was doused in his scent, you held it close allowing the familiar scent to lull you to sleep that night

H.HJ

- He would go all out for valentine’s day

- You’d wake up to poems about you posted throughout your apartment, each one filling your eyes with happy tears and your heart with so much love you feel like you could burst

- You’d find an arrangement on your countertop, each flower placed in a way that was so beautiful and so—well Hyunjin

- He’d set up a little date later that day in the park; freshly cut fruits and the smell of paint in the air as the two of you painted one another

- You’d shyly show him your work, a little embarrassed but his eyes would light up—loving words falling from his lips as he’d praise you

- Of course you loved his; everything so unique from the strokes to the color palette—it was easier to see your beauty through Hyunjin’s eye

- Your paintings would be placed on the wall, side by side as Hyunjin whispered how much he loved you before leading you to your shared bed

H.JS

- It wasn’t a secret that Jisung struggled with gift giving despite listening to you and what you liked

- Jisung found out a few weeks before valentine’s day that your favorite band would be in the city

- Not only had he scored tickets, but he had gotten you both back stage passes to meet them

- Jisung’s hands had been sweating when he handed over the gift

- He had expected excitement but he didn’t expect you to laugh?

- “Jisung this is amazing and I’m so grateful but please open your present.”

- He did what he was asked opening his present to find tickets to his favorite artist as well

- The two of you burst into giggles at sharing the same braincell when picking out gifts

- “But there is another supeise,” Jisung teased, oulling the backstage passes from behind his back

- Jisung’s heart melted at the way your face lit up and the way you squealed excitedly

- He happily let you embrace and kiss him to your heart’s desire

L.FLX

- He wasn’t too sure about his present but it was something he had been wanting to give you for awhile

- The two of you shared an office space and loved playing games together in the evening; but your set up wasn’t as complex as his and you had mentioned wanting to upgrade it

- You would always complement him when he worked on his set up; whether it was changing out the caps on his keyboard or upgrading his computer with new parts

- Felix decided to build you your own computer

- He bought things that he thought you would like, cute keycaps to match the color scheme you had mentioned to him that you wanted to try; he put so much time and effort into every little detail

- He had set it up in the middle of the night, making sure it was all working properly before showing you the next morning

- He felt nervous as a small gasp left your lips at the aight

- “You did all this for me?”

- Felix watched fondly as you touched everything; exclaiming how much you loved it—how much you loved him

- The two of you spent that evening playing games, cuddling and sharing sweet whispers and kisses between the two of you

K.SM

- The two of you never had much time to do anything with your busy schedules

- So he takes you on a trip to the beach for valentine’s day; surprising you with your favorite flowers when he picks you up

- The two of you spend the day chasing each other up and down the shore; Seungmin tries to throw you into the ocean a couple of times but you dodge his attacks

- The night ends wirh a surprise candle-lit dinner on the pier

- It’s quiet, intimate, and perfect

- Seungmin serenades you after with his guitar

- You hold on to every word—memorizing the moment and tbe love held in both his gaze and voice to memory

- “I love you,” he whispers before kissing you softly, letting his guitar fall to the side as he lays the two of you down on the pier—showing you with ever soft touch and brush of his lips how much he loves you

Y.JGN

- No matter how many valentine’s days you have spent together, Jeongin will always be shy giving you your gift

- This year; he gets you matching silver bands

- It’s simple and beautiful; but not as beautiful as him

- It’s inscribed on the inside: a proverb he taught you when you had first met—one about everlasting love

- You couldn’t help but to kiss him them

- The two of you don’t go out, you instead wear the matching pajama sets that you had bought the two of you—opting for a night of self care

- The two of you go through your night routine together—applying each others face masks and sharing chaste kisses in between

- The night ends with a drama and a shared bowl of popcorn between the two of you

- At some point it’s completely forgotten as the two of you lose yourself in a soft kiss

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love in death and light

masterlist

synopsis: a dream, a ring, and a corpse?

A disastrous rehearsal leads Hyunjin to isolate himself to the woods. During his journey, Hyunjin ends up unconscious. When he awakens, he finds himself in front of an all too familiar lake and a woman in a long white gown standing near it. He believes the apparition to be a dream version of his bride-to-be so he begins to recite the vows he screwed up hours earlier and when he places his mother’s ring on her finger it’s then that he realizes she’s not an apparition or a vision—but a corpse he had just asked to marry him.

Based on Tim Burton’s ‘Corpse Bride’

taglist — @felixsonlyrealwife @armysantiny @eyes-ofhell @ayedomino-08 @queenofdumbfuckery @skyearby @tirena1 @seungminnieinthebuilding

prologue | act i | act ii | act iii coming soon! | read on ao3

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All rights reserved. No copying, plagiarizing, rewriting or translating of my work.

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002 title track — nothing i wouldn’t do

pairings: !wolf king chan x !queen reader

themes: mentions of death, slightly graphic selections of events, chan is whipped

note: This work is written and owned by me. Please do not translate, repost, or rewrite this or any of my other works.

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“You are charged with attempted murder and treason,” the queen’s voice tears through the silence of the court.

“How do you plea?”

The man before her has a deep scowl on his face.

“I do not answer to you.”

His words are dripping with venom, a rush of murmurs echoing off the stone walls.

“Is he insane?”

“Does he wish to die by the wrath of the king?”

“He will tear that man limb from limb for even looking at her that way.”

With a simple raise of her hand, the court is silenced.

She would not lie and say that the whispers did not make the corner of lips turn up.

“I wish to speak to the true ruler of Taragathüne.”

Her brow quirked as she leaned back against the throne, “The king is out of commission. I have been granted full authority to do with you what I wish and how I wish.”

The man’s demeanor cracked slightly at the information, the chains of his shackles rattling as he balled his hands into fists.

“You are not like us,” he seethed, “You have no place to rule.”

The queen stood, the fur of her cape falling down her shoulders as she descended the stairs.

Her face was unreadable as she approached the man that was being held to his knees by two of her husband’s most trusted.

Minho’s eyes are like knives, resisting the urge to tear the traitor to shreds himself. Changbin on the other hand fixes you with an amused, yet knowing look.

He knows you can get a bit theatrical, finding your sentencing to be more entertaining than your husband’s.

With a strong grip you seize the man’s jaw in your grasp, “Do you see this cloak?”

Hatred is still etched into the man’s features but his eyes flicker to the fur coat out of curiosity.

“The king tore his own coat from his body and each time his body healed, he did it again and again until there was enough to make this for me. You are right, I am not one of you after all. But you know what it means to give one his own coat.”

The man gulped at the grousome imagery.

“Now,” she began as she rose, “If he could do that to himself out of love and devotion…imagine what he will do to you?”

The prisoner was beginning to crack, eyes still hard and unyielding, but brimming with tears of fear.

“You are not the first to try and kill me,” she stated with a sinister smile.

“And you will not be the last.”

Her eyes flicker to Changbin, “You wish for the King to deal with you?”

Changbin moves from the prisoner’s side, making his way to the double doors behind the throne.

“Then so be it.”

The man opens his mouth but is silenced by a sinister growl.

She cannot help but to take pleasure in the way the man squirms.

The queen’s eyes flicker over her shoulder, as a shadow moves into her peripheral.

Her husband, fully consumed by his wolf form, prowls towards them. She turns, ascending the stone stairs as she makes her way back towards the throne. Not before running a hand through the midnight tufts of her husband’s fur.

The man shakes as the beast inches closer and closer to him. Those left in the throne room take a step back, some watching in horror of what is to come and some shielding their eyes from already knowing.

“You wanted to deal with the king instead of me, yes,” she questions the trembling man.

But his eyes do not move from her husband.

“Then so be it.”

What follows is silence and then a scream as the sounds of death fill the hall.

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Back in their shared chambers, the facade drops. The power rushes from her and Y/n is tired. She knew there would be conflict, threats on her life, and she knew the moment anyone spoke a word against her that they had signed a death warrant.

It was easy to pretend, but it was not easy to carry the heaviness sometimes.

A creak of the wooden door pulls her from her thoughts.

Taps of claws could be heard against the wood floor as her husband approached their bed. The scent of sandalwood and oak filled the air as he came into view.

“Who had the displeasure of cleaning you this time? Felix or Jeongin?”

The wolf gave her an unamused look, a huff leaving him as he walked behind the privacy screen next to their bed. She watched as his shadow morphed, the chiseled outline of her husband making an appearance.

“It was actually Seungmin. He was not very happy that his new tunic is now stained with the blood of a traitor,” he huffed out a laugh.

The retort died on her lips as her husband emerged shortly after, eyes falling to his bare chest. The long, onyx strands of his hair still damp with moisture, began to curl with the heat in their room.

He smiled, so soft, eyes filled with so much tenderness before pulling his tunic over his head. The discontent must have shown on her face because he laughed, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“I can take it off again if you wish my love.”

Y/n turned her gaze from him, crimson coloring the tops of her cheeks. Her husband cooed, pressing his warm lips against her heated skin.

“Where did the ruthless queen from earlier go? She would have taken what she wanted by now,” he growls playfully—nipping at her ear.

Despite the years of marriage, Chan still managed to fluster her.

“Maybe another night,” she smiles softly.

“I am exhausted. I wish only to be held.”

Chan’s features soften at the request, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, “Your wish is my command.”

The two lie together. Shadows of flames dancing on walls, as Chan holds her close to him. Her tongue confesses the heaviness in her heart and Chan listens intensely, speaking only when she is finished.

And then, she feels lighter than she had all evening.

She just needed him; her husband, her mate, her king.

“There is nothing I would not do for you,” his words are soft, so full of love that it makes her heart ache.

“And I for you,” she whispers back to him in the dark of night.

Their lips meet in a slow, lingering kiss. Her fingers twirling the ends of his hair as his strong arms hold her impossibly close.

And as they are lulled into slumber, she dreams of him there too. All consumed by the love and loyalty she carries so deeply in her heart for him and their life as one.

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003 title track: wish I looked like her

pairings: felix x fem!chubby!reader

themes: body insecurities, sad for a quick minute but a happy ending, felix is an angel as always, felix is whipped

She couldn’t help but to feel insecure—watching as the waves crashed against the shore. Y/n cast a glance in the direction of all the commotion—her gaze landing on one of the women currently wrapped up in an intense game of beach volleyball against some of the guys.

‘I wish I looked like that,” she couldn’t help but to mutter.

Y/n had never been super insecure of her body. That was until she started coming around. It didn’t help knowing that she also had a crush on Felix or that she was absolutely gorgeous. Her weight sat in all the places Y/n wished hers did. A beautiful hourglass figure, flat stomach, silky smooth skin, and a chiseled face.

Layla had a body she never would. And to top it off, she was an absolute angel.

Y/n couldn’t hate her even if she wanted to.

“What’s wrong with the way you look now?”

His deep voice made her jump, eyes wide as she turned towards Felix. There was a frown on his plump lips as he closed the cooler and took a seat next to her. Y/n’s eyes lingered a little too long on the glistening skin of his chest. She blinked, clearing her throat before moving over to make room for Felix on her towel.

She thinks if the silence lingers between them, that he will think she didn’t hear him and they can move on from this. Act like she wasn’t caught admiring another woman’s body and wishing hers didn’t look the way it did.

“You didn’t answer me.”

There’s a pout in his voice as she turns towards him. Her heart skips a beat at how close he is sitting to her. His bare arm brushes hers—the coolness of his wet skin providing a bit of relief to her overheated body.

She doesn’t know how it’s possible, but she thinks that his freckles have multiplied from the past few hours spent in the sun.

“I-,” she begins, but hesitates.

“It’s nothing Felix. Just thinking out loud.”

She laughs but there’s no humor behind it, instead her lower lip wobbles. She turns her gaze from the blonde next to her and back towards the others.

Layla cheers as the ball touches the ground in front of Changbin. Her smile is bright, wind a paid actor as her auburn hair floats beautifully behind her.

‘If only.’

Suddenly, there’s a hand under her chin, turning your attention back in his direction. Her eyes are wide as they meet Felix’s. There’s a furrow between his brow, but his eyes are soft with worry.

It’s then that Y/n feels a wetness on her cheeks. Felix gently wipes her tears before pulling her into his embrace and somehow…it makes her feel worse.

It makes her even more aware of their size difference.

Y/n wiggles free of his grasp, she pretends like she doesn’t see the look of hurt on his face as she stands.

“I’m going to head in for a bit,” she mutters—swiping at her wet eyes as she makes her way past the others and back up towards the house.

‘A bit’ ended up being the rest of the evening. When Hyunjin knocked on her door to see if she was okay, she had told him she felt a bit exhausted from the heat and was going to lay down early—which resulted in Chan delivering a couple of water bottles to her room and scolding her softly for not drinking enough.

She could hear the laughter travel up the staircase as she left her room to shower. Y/n could hear Layla’s laughter—probably at something Felix had said.

She closes the door to the bathroom, slipping into the shower, and letting the water wash away the sand and salt from not only the ocean, but her tears as well.

Y/n is beyond tired when she steps out. She dries herself—frowning as she tries to avoid looking at her body for too long. She continues with her night routine so that she can slip between the sheets once she returns to her room.

As she secures the robe around her waist—there’s a knock at the door.

She thinks it’s one of the others needing to use the bathroom. Without thinking, she opens the door—greeted by the man she had left stranded on the beach.

His hair was wet, the shoulders of his shirt spotted with water droplets from his ends. Y/n figured he must have just washed up as well in his and Chan’s shared bathroom.

He doesn’t say anything as he gently takes her hand in his, leading her back towards her room.

Y/n’s heart leaps in her chest as he shuts the door.

She notices the shiver that wracks his body momentarily from the cool air in her room.

Before he can say anything, she motions towards the vanity, “Sit. I’ll dry your hair.”

Felix looks like he wants to protest but she starts the dryer, waiting for him to sit. He does, but his eyes don’t leave hers. She feels the weight of them on her in the mirror, her palms growing clammy under his gaze. She doesn’t like the attention, not with her earlier accidental confession weighing in the air.

It doesn’t take long for Felix’s hair to dry. She turns the dryer off, moving to lay it on vanity. But as she does, Felix grips her arm. Y/n gasps dropping the dryer onto the floor with a loud thud as she’s pulled into Felix’s lap.

“Felix,” she protests but he holds her firmly in his lap.

“Stop moving.”

The deepness of his voice stills her.

He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, “Now tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“It’s nothing Lix. Just forget I said—.”

“It’s not nothing Y/n. You think I don’t notice the way your mood shifts when Layla is around? How much more you cover up and try to make yourself unnoticeable? How you won’t let me touch you without pulling away or stay still in my lap because you think you’re hurting me.”

Y/n’s eyes well with hot tears, her eyes moving to look anywhere but at his. But Felix won’t let her. His own soft brown eyes are filled with tears of his own.

“You don’t realize how perfect you are in every way and that kills me.”

Her brows furrow as she hesitantly meets his gaze, “W-What?”

Felix signs, moving both of his arms around her waist before pressing their foreheads together. Y/n freezes in his grasp, the heat of his breath grazing over her lips.

“You don’t realize the effect you have on me.”

Y/n feels as though she stops breathing.

“But I—wouldn’t you prefer someone like Layla?”

Felix huffs out a laugh of disbelief. His eyes flicker with mischief.

“Layla isn’t the one in my lap right now, is she?”

Y/n’s eyes widen, her cheeks heating but she doesn’t say anything.

“Is that what brought this on?”

His words are soft, wanting nothing but to understand her.

“I—maybe? I never thought anything of myself or my body until she started coming around. She’s amazing don’t get me wrong but she’s so gorgeous. It got worse with the beach trips and then knowing how she felt about y—.”

Y/n bits her tongue as she meets Felix’s gaze.

“I know she likes me.”

Y/n didn’t know how she felt about the news. Before she could overthink, Felix brushed his nose against hers before pulling back slightly.

“I told her that I already had someone else in my heart. Someone funny, kind-hearted, who doesn’t see how perfect she is inside and out,” he whispers as he inches forward again.

“Someone I’ve always dreamed of holding like this.”

Y/n’s breath catches in her throat as his plush lips brush against hers.

“Someone so beautiful in every way it drives me crazy,” he finished breathless before slotting his lips with hers.

The kiss is slow, each press of his lips against hers sending butterflies throughout her body.

Y/n lets him hold her and kiss her until they are breathless. Until those silly thoughts leave her head and until voices rise in the hall wondering where the two of them had disappeared to.

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LOVE IN DEATH AND LIGHT — ACT I

pairings: hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsis: a dream, a ring, and a corpse?

A disastrous rehearsal leads Hyunjin to isolate himself to the woods. During his journey, Hyunjin ends up unconscious. When he awakens, he finds himself in front of an all too familiar lake and a woman in a long white gown standing near it. He believes the apparition to be a dream version of his bride-to-be so he begins to recite the vows he screwed up hours earlier and when he places his mother's ring on her finger it's then that he realizes she's not an apparition or a vision-but a corpse he had just asked to marry him.

Based on Tim Burton's 'Corpse Bride'

taglist — @felixsonlyrealwife @armysantiny @eyes-ofhell @ayedomino-08 @queenofdumbfuckery @skyearby @tirena1 @seungminnieinthebuilding @annaiaweirdokid

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Hyunjin’s vision was blurry as he sat up, still startled and shaken from the dream. The sound of a fist rapping at Hyunjin’s door made him flinch. The call of his name was stern, very different from the way it had been called only moments before in his dream.

“Yeah, yeah,” Hyunjin’s voice calls back, “I’m up.”

“Thirty minutes before the carriage arrives. You’ve already missed breakfast,” his brother informs him through the door.

Hyunjin runs both of his hands over his face–grimacing at the feeling of sweat coating his palms.

“Right, I’ll be quick then.”

Seungmin doesn’t say anything, but the sound of footsteps trailing back down the hall tells him that his brother was no longer interested in moving Hyunjin along.

In truth, Hyunjin didn’t know if he wanted to either.

A wave of uneasiness rushes through him as he slips from his bed–eyes immediately falling to the small wooden box atop his desk.

The floorboards creak beneath his feet as he makes his way towards it. An endless amount of papers rests upon the wooden table, some even crumpled into tiny balls on the floor. Ink stains some of the parchment as well as his desk. Art used to come so easily to Hyunjin, but this was the first time he seemed to be struggling.

If Hyunjin’s hand shakes a little as he reaches for the box, he ignores it. His fingers fumble with the clasp until the lid opens. The ring is tucked between two puffs of velvet. It had been cleaned recently, now gleaming more than Hyunjin had ever seen it before. It was his mothers and soon, it would be his betrothed's.

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002 — would you visit the stars with me

pairing: alien!jisung x fem!reader

themes: fluff just fluffy fluff

notes: And he’s baaaack! Most of you probably don’t know but I had an alien!ji fic on one of my old accounts (you can no longer view it) but I wanted to move away from spice writing but that doesn’t mean I have to abandon him! So for those who missed him here he is!

Lovely little alien!jisung art by @marshmellowpaint my beloved !!

taglist — @felixsonlyrealwife @armysantiny @eyes-ofhell @ayedomino-08 @queenofdumbfuckery @skyearby @tirena1 @seungminnieinthebuilding @annaiaweirdokid

The two of you intertwined in bed—cuddled against each other.

Your skin is sticky from the humidity in the room. You want to kick the blanket off that lies over your hips but you’re too comfy.

Heaviness weighs you down.

You’ve been sick for days.

Going from being hot to being cold—skin sticky with sweat to being freezing cold to the touch.

You were miserable.

But Jisung had a goofy smile on his face that made you feel a little better.

“What’s with the smile,” you mumble sleepily.

“Am I not allowed to smile? I’m looking at the love of my life. How am I not supposed to smile?”

As your cheeks weren’t red enough from the sickness.

You giggled as he began pressing kisses all over your face, but that was short lived—replaced by a fit of coughs instead.

Once you regained your composure, you turned your attention back to Jisung. His black eyes were full of worry, his antennas pressed against his head.

“‘M okay Ji.”

He frowns further at that.

“I wish I could make you feel better,” he pouts.

“What do you mean,” you ask, trancing the patterns along the pale blue skin of his neck with the tip of your pointer finger.

“You’re making me feel better just by being here.”

Jisung smiles a little at that, but it doesn’t meet his eyes.

“Tell me something,” you mumble, trying to pull him from his thoughts.

“Like what?”

You shrug, eyes taking over his form.

“Tell me about your home.”

This wouldn’t be the first time you asked Jisung about where he and Minho were from.

Jisung didn’t talk a lot about it. When you brought it up, he and Minho always got a little weird and were quick to change the subject.

“That’s easy,” he smiles.

“She’s kindhearted, gorgeous, makes the best food in the world and—.”

You cut him off with a giggle and a soft shove to his shoulder.

“You know what I mean Ji. You never talk about your home.”

He grows quiet for a moment. His dark eyes swirl with an emotion unknown to you as he plays with your intertwined fingers.

“There’s not much to tell really. My mother had dreams for me—,” he cut himself off as he glanced your way.

“I had others.”

You knew that at the time Jisung left home he hadn’t come to earth specifically for you. But it had felt like it in a way. Like your souls had a pull towards one another. You felt it when first saw him and it had only grown stronger since.

So strong in fact that the two of you now wore matching silver bands on your fingers.

“You’ve never mentioned why you left.”

Jisung sighs, “It’s—it’s complicated. My mother never approved of intergalactic travel. I was being tutored but never in the subjects I was interested in. I had to convince one of my tutors to teach me all the languages of the earth—.”

“Wait,” you stopped him.

“I thought you didn’t speak English when you first arrived? You’re telling me you were taught all of the languages of the earth? Why did you pretend?”

Light moved beneath Jisung’s skin, settling at the tops of his cheeks in a deep blush.

“I—it wasn’t really a lie. English wasn’t my best language and you made me nervous.”

You couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh at that.

"So why did you really leave Ji?"

Jisung's dark eyes softed but they looked conflicted at the same time.

"I wasn't the first of my kind to leave. Minho left when he was younger than most. It wasn't uncommon but...for me, I just guess no one really expected it," he nervously laughed.

"Why did not one expect you to leave?"

"Because everyone thought I had everything I wanted. But I had want they wanted."

Your brow furrowed at that, a tug pulling in your chest as you observed Jisung.

"What?"

"I was to be heir to the throne of Levanter."

Your eyes widened, shooting up to stare down at your boyfriend.

"You—you're royalty?"

Jisung seemed to flush at that, "Well—not anymore since I abdicated but, yes?"

You were dumbfounded.

Absolutely shocked that the man in front of you was royalty.

"I—but you're just...Jisung."

Jisung couldn't help but to laugh at that. You felt a rush of heat kiss your cheeks.

"Being 'Just Jisung' is much better than the life I was once living," he smiles as he sits up, face to face with you.

"That's not what I meant," you whined, pulling a giggle from Jisung as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

"I know baby."

The two of you just smiled goofily at each other.

"Is it beautiful? Your home, I mean."

Jisung nodded, "But not as beautiful as you."

You swore you were the same shade as the sheets that had pooled around your waist.

He laughed as you smacked lightly at his bare chest. He took you hand into his, the matching bands on your fingers causing your heart to flutter as if you were reliving the moment he had given it to you all over again.

"It was the most beautiful place in the entire galaxy. The stars were always shining brightly, even during the day. The waves were as smooth as silk. The rain came from the ground and rose to the sky. Many of the leaves of both trees and flowers were edible. I used to snack on the fallen leaves of the Berouth tree because they tasted of cinnamon and syrup."

You couldn't help but smile at the way the blue skinned man lit up as he recalled his home.

"It sounds beautiful. I would love to visit."

Jisung's eyes seemed to light up at that.

"Really? You would want to?"

"Of course I would my love," you say as you rest your palms on either side of his face.

"Well then," he smiles at you--the patterns on his neck and face illuminating with color.

"Would you visit the stars with me?"

As you were about to answer, the romantic tension between the two of you was abruptly halted as a sneeze left your body, causing you to curl into yourself and away from Jisung.

The sound of his laughter made your heart flutter as his arms slithered around your waist, pulling you back into his chest before lying your bodies back down against the mattress.

"Maybe once you're better. Wouldn't want you infecting the entire galaxy."

You pinched him playfully, a dramatic yelp slipping past his lips which caused you to giggle.

Maybe in time you would be able to visit the stars with Jisung, but for now, as you clung to the warmth of his skin and let him pepper your face with small kisses.

In his arms was the only place you wanted to be.

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finding out he isn’t human — B.CHN

pairings: bang chan x reader

themes: angst, fluff, uncomfy description of transformation hur nothing super graphic, angst with a happy ending, Chan is just a big puppy

taglist — @felixsonlyrealwife @armysantiny @eyes-ofhell @ayedomino-08 @queenofdumbfuckery @skyearby @tirena1 @seungminnieinthebuilding @annaiaweirdokid

"A full moon? I don't know..."

His voice was so low that you almost didn't hear it.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, "Come on dude. It's one night in the woods. I don't think that we are going to be slaughtered by wolves.”

Chan looked a little skeptical at that—shifting slightly on his feet in discomfort.

Maybe it wasn’t the thought of a rabid animal that was bothering him—maybe it was his fear of the dark?

The woods around your town were a little spooky—seemingly darker than any other place.

“Come on Chan! You never want to come with us,” Jisung whined.

“Plus if anything tries to eat us—I’m sure you’ll scare them off with your muscles,” you piped up.

Changbin let out a low whistle as the skin of Chan’s cheeks tinted red at your compliment.

“Now you have to go,” Changbin teases—bumping shoulders with Chan.

That’s how a week later you found yourselves unloading your camping gear in the middle of the forest.

Your eyes trailed to Chan who had been working on setting up one of the tents. His skin was paler than normal—a sheen of sweat glistening at his brow despite the cold autumn air.

“Hey,” you smiled, as you walked closer to him.

Chan startled at the sound of your voice—fumbling with one of the rods.

“Hi.”

Chan didn’t meet your eyes as he continued working on the tent.

“Do you need any help?”

Chan shook his head, “No I got it. You should go help the others. Make sure Ji doesn’t catch himself on fire.”

There was a hint of humor to his tone, but you couldn’t help but to feel uneasy at the interaction between the two of you. Chan hadn’t spoken to you much on the ride up. You wondered if he was upset with you for joining in with the guys by teasing him to get him to come on the trip.

“Chan,” you called his name softly.

“Are you feeling okay,” you asked, reaching out a hand towards his forehead.

He jumped at your touch—not having seen it coming from being focused on building the structure of the tent.

You gasped as you retracted your hand. He was burning to the touch.

Like burning.

“Chan you have a fever!”

Chan shushed you—casting a glance over his shoulder to see if any of the others heard.

“Y/n, I’m okay really—.”

“You don’t look okay at all Chan! Do you want me to take you home? I can get the keys from Lix and—.”

“I said I’m fine,” he growled.

Actually growled.

You stumbled back at the animal sound leaving his throat. Eyes wide as they locked with the now ice blue of his gaze.

You blinked and they were gone. The curl of Chan’s lips softened as he took in your rigid form.

“Y/n, I’m—.”

You shake your head, standing up and brushing the leaves from your pants before walking on shaky legs back to the others.

Chan doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t have to.

It’s not the wolves that he was worried about.

It was his wolf he was worried about.

The others were too busy—laughing or occupied with their own tasks that they didn’t notice the tension between you and Chan.

One thing was for certain—Chan hadn’t wanted any of you to know and from the looks of it—you were the only one that saw the slight shift just now.

You had to get him away without worrying the others—you just didn’t know how.

Night was soon approaching. The sky was a dark blue—stars beginning to spot the sky. Jisung was playing his guitar while he and Seungmin sang a song horribly out of tune.

Minho and Changbin watched them fondly—rolling their eyes at their antics but the tiny smiles on their faces told you they were enjoying the show. Felix, Hyunjin, and Jeongin worked to make dinner for all of you.

By now your stomach would have been growling. Something about Felix’s food on a camping trip in the outdoors had always hit the spot, but your mind had been reeling since the revelation. You couldn’t think of anything else except for how you were going to get Chan out of there before the moon showed itself in full.

Chan took a seat next to you, a plate in his hand.

“You haven’t eaten.”

“I haven’t had the stomach to.”

You see the way Chan’s fists clench around the paper plate. It’s then that you notice that the plate had all of your favorites.

Your heart fluttered in your chest.

“I’ll try to eat,” you say, reaching for the plate.

Chan’s brown eyes are wide as you take it.

“Thank you.”

He nods but doesn’t say anything more.

The others are too occupied with one another to pay the two of you any mind.

“About earlier I—.”

“How are we going to get away from them without it being obvious that something is wrong?”

Chan’s brow furrowed as he echoes, “We?”

You turn to him, noticing that the symptoms from earlier had only gotten worse. You were shocked that none of the guys had noticed yet.

“Well, you can’t just go on your own. You’re in no state to drive and they’re going to wonder why you wondered off in the woods by yourself. You know Hyunjin will send a search party for you. That being a terrified Jisung with a flashlight of course.”

Chan couldn’t help but to huff a laugh at that but the look of worry still didn’t leave his face.

“Yeah, we can’t have that happening.”

You thought for a moment, popping a peace of chicken into your mouth.

“We could tell them we need some time alone,” you suggest.

Chan’s ears turn red at the suggestion.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“They know we like each other. It will be the easiest way to get away without them suspecting anything.”

Chan’s face is etched with worry, “I’m not saying it wouldn’t work. I’m saying you shouldn’t be with me when I change. You need to be in your tent. Out of sight out of mind.”

You know he doesn’t mean it like that but you can’t help but to think he has other feelings he isn’t sharing.

“Look. I don’t plan on sticking around to become your dinner—,” you spat.

Chan flinches at the harshness of your words.

“Once you’re at a safe distance then I’ll head back before nightfall. If anyone catches me I’ll tell them we got into it or something and needed space. Then you can sneak back in the morning while they are knocked out. Plus, it won’t be a total lie.”

You mumble the last bit.

“Y/n—.”

“What are you love birds yapping about,” Changbin sing songs as he makes his way over to the two of you.

You turn towards him, plastering a believable smile on your face.

“About how we are supposed to get any alone time with the seven of you around.”

Changbin’s eyes widen for a moment—but then a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he looks between the two of you.

Chan shifts uncomfortably next to you, but to Changbin it may just be perceived as nervousness.

“Ah—well don’t you two worry about that. Go off and have your fun. If anyone asks—I’ll cover for you,” he winks before rejoining the others as Jisung starts strumming the beginnings of another song.

You turn to Chan, shrugging, “See? Totally believable.”

You finish off some of the food on your plate as you stand.

“Come on. It will be dark before you know it.”

Chan looks like he’s going to protest but before he can—you’re walking away from him to dispose of your garbage.

You don’t miss the way Changbin’s eyes follow the two of you as you move to make your way further into the forest. Puckering his lips at you in a teasing way.

You grab onto Chan’s hand, ignoring the heat burning through your gloves. Chan doesn’t protest—just leads you further into the woods.

When a blanket of trees finally covers the two of you, Chan releases your hand. You can’t help but to be slightly disappointed. As if things weren’t weird enough between the two of you before learning his secret—they surely were now.

You eyed the expanse of Chan’s back as the two of you continued to walk.

“Here,” you said, offering the flashlight to him.

His head turned slightly, the same pale eyes you had saw earlier flashing momentarily.

“I’m good. Keep that for yourself.”

You huff, a hint of irritation running through your veins.

When you’re about two miles from the group, Chan stops walking. The land is flat—barely any called trees or leaves. Only some rocks and flowers sprouting from the ground. There’s a small stream before him—one that looks as if it’s glowing in the—.

Moonlight.

Chan’s breathing is uneven.

“Chan—.”

“You have to go Y/n. Right now.”

You take a step forward but just as you do so, Chan cries out in agony falling to his hands and knees.

“Chan!”

He holds a dirtied hand up, stopping you from coming any closer.

“Please,” he hissed, letting out a canine sounding whimper.

Your eyes widen as you take a step back. The heel of your foot comes in contact with a rock, throwing off your balance as you land with a harsh ‘thud’ twisting your ankle in the process.

You cry out in pain—the sound of your name barely leaving Chan’s lips before he’s growling. You’ve dropped your flashlight in the process—barely able to make out Chan’s figure in the shadows. The sound of bones popping and pained grunts makes you wince.

You fight through the pain, using your arms and your good leg to pull your body across the earth until you were propped against a tree stump.

Your fingers fumbled with the flashlight you had managed to retrieve in the process.

The sound of silence frightened you more than that of Chan’s grunting and the sounds of his bones seemingly dislocating themselves.

You moved the light to the spot where you had left him. He growled—an arm coming up to block his face from the penetrating light.

“C-Chan?”

Chan lowered his arm at the sound of his name.

His eyes glowed, elongated fangs protruding from his mouth as his lips pulled back in a snarl. He turned fully towards you and stood. His shirt was long gone. It was then that you noticed the marks of three long and surely painful scars running from his lower abdomen and up his side. His hands and the sharp points of his nails covered in the dark soil of the earth.

Your eyes burned with unshed tears as he took a step towards you.

He was much taller and broader than before. The remainder of his pants ripped and stretched in the places where his limbs elongated and his muscles expanded.

This was it—you were about to be murdered by your crush. Eaten alive and never to be seen again.

You closed your eyes—bracing yourself for pain but it never came. Just a dark abyss consuming you, before you lost consciousness.

You awoke to the call of your name.

“Chan?”

You felt the deep vibration of a growl beneath your head.

Your eyes fluttered open to find a tuft of black fur blocking your vision.

You didn’t want to move away from the fluffy blanket beneath you.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

You blinked your eyes open then. Body freezing at the blanket beneath your head slowly moving up and down.

Except…it wasn’t a blanket.

You lift your head slightly—all too aware of the sweat and coating your skin and the weight of a large limb around your waist.

A low menacing growl makes you freeze.

Chan had fully transformed—the large black wolf holding you in his grasp protectively.

There’s a snap of a branch to your left. Your head tilts to find Felix, eyes wide as he looks between you and the giant wolf.

“Are you okay?”

You blink at the blonde. He’s barely visible—the light of his phone being his only source of guidance.

Your gaze shifts between Felix and Chan— Chan’s blue eyes are fixed on Felix.

“Channie?”

The wolf turns towards you at the nickname—a low wine leaving the wolf. His nose touches your temple, tongue swiping across your heated skin in a comforting motion.

This was a complete 360 from the beast you had seen earlier.

You shift your attention from the wolf to Felix.

“I-I’m okay. I think?”

Felix looks unsure as he looks between you and the wolf that has you in his grasp.

“Chan?”

The wolf huffs in response—nuzzling further into your hair.

Felix stares in disbelief and complete awe.

“He didn’t hurt you right?”

You shake your head, “No, I passed out when he was beginning to transform and now I’m here.”

The wolf curls himself further around you.

Felix lets out a breath of air.

“I’ll let the others know,” Felix says as he takes a step back.

Chan growls in warning at the male.

You eye Felix—who looks about ten seconds away from fleeing.

“Maybe just tell them you found us and that we will be back in the morning. And—,” you paused meeting the wolf’s gaze who already had his focus on you, “Maybe don’t mention what you saw to the others?”

Felix nods, running a hand through his hair, “Yeah—yeah, okay.”

Felix backs away slowly, disappearing into the tree line.

You turn to Chan then—his pale blue gaze fixed onto you.

“You didn’t hurt me?”

Chan’s eyes look sad, a low whine leaving him at that as he lowers his head into your lap.

You carefully reach out—running a hand through his fur—gently scratching at the back of his ears.

A low rumble leaves the wolf as he nuzzles further into your stomach.

It isn’t long before sleep is calling your name once more—the warm body around you lulling you to sleep.

—

You feel the heat of the sun on your face as you awake. It doesn’t take you long to notice the absence of the warm fur that pillowed your head—instead replaced by a warm chest.

Your eyes fluttered open—the soft brown eyes that you were used to meeting your gaze.

“Hi,” Chan whispers.

“Hi.”

The two of you just stare at eachother, not sure of what to say.

“So,” you began, “You’re a werewolf.”

Chan huffed a laugh, “Yeah. I am.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Chan sighed, his arms tightening around your waist.

“It’s not exactly a conversation starter. Plus, you and I were finally starting to see eachother in another light—I didn’t want to risk it.”

Chan’s eyes were sad as he stared up at the morning sky. You couldn’t help but to frown. Your mind still couldn’t wrap around the fact that the man you had been crushing on for over a year was a wolf. But you also knew how much it must have weighed on him to keep that secret from you.

“If it’s any consolation, this doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”

Chan turns his gaze back to you, his eyes are bright but you see the hint of hesitation in his features.

“Really?”

You nod, tightening your arms around his waist.

“Really. Plus now when we go camping I don’t have to worry about getting eaten by an animal. They have to worry about you eating them.”

Chan rolled his eyes at that, but smiled nonetheless.

In the next moment, his lips were on yours in a brief kiss. You felt your cheeks burn at the unexpected kiss.

“What was that for?”

Chan smiled down at you, his dark hair hanging in his eyes—a smile stretched upon his plush lips.

“For not running away. For not being terrified of me.”

You smiled, running a hand through his hair, “In that case, can I get another one?”

Chan smiled, leaning in until your noses were brushing and his breath was intertwined with your own, “As many as you wish my love.”

note: aaand the ending was a bit crap but also kind of sickeningly cute. let me know what you thought~ don’t forget to reblog!!

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