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Okay so it’s clear that Agency with Benefits is confusing a LOT of people. Oh lord.
I’ve been at work all day today so sorry for not commenting sooner
I’m honestly not surprised- it’s the first long form fic I have EVER written!!!! I’m still super proud of it but I don’t want to tarnish its legacy.
I’m loving polls at the moment (no one is shocked) so I’m using another one to let you, the audience decide what I do next.
Help me decide
Wrap everything up in chapter 24
Write a timeline of events to help people follow
Do a little Q&A in the comments here to help answer some questions
Other- specify in the replies
Voting ended onJun 11, 2024
We can do a mix of all three, I don’t mind! I’m gonna tag the tag list below and hold off on updating the story for a hot sec until we figure this out!
- I’m going to do a quick little timeline so people can follow the story a little better
- THEN I’m going to put together a final 1-3 chapters to round the story off as nicely as possible. I don’t know how many chapters it’s going to take but we shall see!
- don’t worry though- my OT8 fics won’t be going ANYWHERE if you wanna see anything in particular just drop me a message!
- I might start looking at doing a second season of The Intern just to fill the gap while I sort this mess out.
Questions, comments, concerns- feel free to ask ❤️
Okay so it’s clear that Agency with Benefits is confusing a LOT of people. Oh lord.
I’ve been at work all day today so sorry for not commenting sooner
I’m honestly not surprised- it’s the first long form fic I have EVER written!!!! I’m still super proud of it but I don’t want to tarnish its legacy.
I’m loving polls at the moment (no one is shocked) so I’m using another one to let you, the audience decide what I do next.
Help me decide
Wrap everything up in chapter 24
Write a timeline of events to help people follow
Do a little Q&A in the comments here to help answer some questions
Other- specify in the replies
Voting ended onJun 11, 2024
We can do a mix of all three, I don’t mind! I’m gonna tag the tag list below and hold off on updating the story for a hot sec until we figure this out!
Boosting this quick before I head to sleep! Hoping to be able to plan some bits out. To those who have voted for questions feel free to DM me, write them in the replies etc etc.
It seems like a few people want me to wrap it up so we’ll see what happens in the morning!
Okay so it’s clear that Agency with Benefits is confusing a LOT of people. Oh lord.
I’ve been at work all day today so sorry for not commenting sooner
I’m honestly not surprised- it’s the first long form fic I have EVER written!!!! I’m still super proud of it but I don’t want to tarnish its legacy.
I’m loving polls at the moment (no one is shocked) so I’m using another one to let you, the audience decide what I do next.
Help me decide
Wrap everything up in chapter 24
Write a timeline of events to help people follow
Do a little Q&A in the comments here to help answer some questions
Other- specify in the replies
Voting ended onJun 11, 2024
We can do a mix of all three, I don’t mind! I’m gonna tag the tag list below and hold off on updating the story for a hot sec until we figure this out!
Hey! So after that nonny ask I’m concerned that other people are finding it hard to follow Agency w Benefits as we move into chapter 24. Do y’all need a timeline of events?
Lunnnnaaaaa, I love your writing and I really like Agency w Benefits but I’m confused on what’s happening, I feel like I’m not following the story well 🥺 can you please give me a timeline of what’s going on? I’m not sure if I’m just not reading it close enough together or if I’m just confused.
Hi nonny!! You’re absolutely fine! I thought this might end up happening which is why I tried to add some distance between chapter 22 and chapter 23!
Chapter 1,2,3 & 4 happen in the same night- day one
Chapters 5-9 happen the next day and 10 takes place in that evening - day two
Chapters 11-15 happen on day 3 with 16 & 17 taking place on the plane
Chapters 18-20 take place on the first night in Seoul
Chapter 21 & 22 take place on the second night in Seoul
Chapter 23 is then about a 3 week jump forward putting us just over a month from the night of the concert!
I hope this helps in some way!! If you want me to do a full breakdown chapter by chapter I absolutely can!
It had been a few weeks since that night in your apartment, and things had gradually cooled. Although you hadn't had direct contact with Seungmin, Chan ensured you stayed busy by dragging you to dance practice to keep you from going stir-crazy. While there was no way you could keep up with the group's rigorous routines, it was fun to try. Hyunjin spent hours patiently trying to teach you the simplest choreography, but it always ended with you doubling over in laughter. He was convinced you were purposely messing up, only to realise you truly had no rhythm.
Chan also brought you to the studio with 3RACHA, trying to show you the basics of producing and letting you watch the creative process unfold. Changbin thought getting you into the recording booth would be hilarious, attempting to teach you Korean and how to sing simultaneously. Predictably, it went as well as expected, with the four of you ending up in fits of laughter whenever you mispronounced something, inadvertently giving the lyrics a completely different meaning.
It was nice to hang out with Chris and the group like friends, without the looming threat of a media scandal. Chan maintained regular contact with the company execs, trying to gauge how the situation was unfolding back home and how likely it was that you'd be able to return. A part of you didn’t want to leave anytime soon; things had never been better. However, there was one aspect that felt off—Chris.
Despite the fun and camaraderie, Chris hadn't made the slightest move on you since that night, which felt strange. You were used to the intense affection and attention from the guys, and the abrupt shift from 100 to 0 was jarring. Chris wanted to take things slow, but after three weeks of dates and loving gestures, he hadn't confessed his feelings or tried to be intimate. You missed the connection, the physical and emotional intimacy that had once been so intense.
It left you in a state of confusion and longing, wondering why he was holding back and if he felt the same aching void you did. The uncertainty gnawed at you, making the days blur together in a mix of joy and frustration. Despite the laughter and lighthearted moments, the absence of his touch and the unspoken words weighed heavily on your heart.
“Hey, babe?” Chris called from the sofa of your apartment into the kitchen, where you were preparing some snacks for the movie night you had planned. While the movie was a good front, there was a real reason you had invited him here tonight. You wanted to cut the bullshit. Sure, the comeback was around the corner, but it had been three weeks since Seungmin had cornered you in your apartment and three weeks since Chris said he liked you and wanted to take things slow. You’d been patient; you’d been the perfect non-girlfriend-girlfriend to him, but besides the odd cute nickname, he treated you more like a mate than someone he had actual feelings for.
“Give me a sec, Chris,” you called back, emphasising his name instead of the usual Chan, Channie, or Babe, hoping it would signal the seriousness of why he was really here.
You took a deep breath, gathered the snacks on a tray, and entered the living room. Chris was lounging comfortably, but there was a slight tension in his eyes as he watched you approach. Setting the tray down on the coffee table, you turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Chris," you began, your voice steady but soft, "we need to talk."
“That’s almost as bad as calling me Christopher,” he laughed lightly. You smiled, trying to keep the conversation light despite the weight in your heart.
“What’s going on?” he asked gently, taking your hand in his.
“It’s been three weeks…” you began, your voice low. His expression shifted to one of understanding.
“Are you horny?” he asked with a chuckle, and your eyes widened in shock.
“No! I mean, yes, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make,” you said, playfully hitting his shoulder. “I’m starting to wonder if you’re regretting what you said that night,” you added tentatively.
“Regret it?” he repeated, his eyes full of concern as he shifted closer to you. “Regret telling you that I’m falling for you? Baby, no! Why would you even think that?”
“Apart from the occasional nickname and hand-holding, you haven’t really tried to ask me out or even get close to me…” you mumbled, your eyes flickering to where your hands were intertwined. “If you see me as more of a friend, that’s okay! I’d just rather know so I can protect my own heart.” You say with a sad smile.
“Y/N, look at me,” Chris pressed, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. “You’re right; I haven’t been as involved as I should have been. After that night with Seungmin and seeing how you’ve been with everyone since then, I could tell that part of you might be unable to give up what you had with the rest of the boys.” He brought a hand up to your face, caressing your cheek tenderly.
“I’d give it all up for you,” you said, leaning into his hand, savouring the touch, the most intimate you had been in weeks.
“I know you would, beautiful, but I want you to be happy too,” he said softly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently. “So I’ve been distant because I’ve had to think long and hard about what to do.”
“Are you going to leave me?” you asked, your eyes sad and searching his.
“No, baby, not at all,” he reassured you, his voice low and steady. “I was thinking that maybe we could come to an arrangement?”
“An arrangement?” you echoed, confused.
Chris took a deep breath. “I want us to be together, truly together. But I also understand that you have a connection with the other guys. What if we find a way to balance everything, to make sure you’re happy and fulfilled without losing what we have?”
“So I get to have you, and we can play around with the others if we feel like it?” you asked, needing clarification.
“Yeah, essentially. But there would have to be some ground rules moving forward because, for all intents and purposes, you are mine. I’m nice enough to share with the others, only for your pleasure.” He said the words with such certainty, and you closed your eyes, savouring the possessiveness and affection in his voice.
“I’m yours,” you repeated, opening your eyes before crashing your lips onto his.
The kiss was intense, filled with all the pent-up emotions and longing you had felt over the past weeks. Chris pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. He swiftly picked you up, your lips never leaving his skin as your legs wrapped around his body, and he walked you into the bedroom.
Laying you on the bed, he continued his assault on your lips.
“Since you’re mine, I get to enjoy you alone,” Chris murmured, his eyes dark with desire. The shift in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel yourself getting wet from just the way he was looking at you. Finally, after three weeks, you were going to feel him.
“All yours, baby,” you confirmed, your voice barely above a whisper.
Chris pressed another passionate kiss against your lips, his hands roaming your body with reverence. He treated you gently like you were made of the finest china, his touch worshipful. Each caress sent waves of pleasure through you, making your breath hitch.
He slowly undressed you as if unwrapping a precious gift, taking his time with each article of clothing. His fingers traced the curves of your body, lingering over every inch of skin revealed. The intensity of his gaze made you feel cherished and adored.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion and desire. His hands continued exploring slowly, setting your skin ablaze with every touch.
You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, craving more. “Chris...”
“Shh, baby,” he soothed, kissing a path down your neck. “I want to savor this.”
His lips followed the trail his hands had made, leaving a path of fire in their wake. When he finally had you completely bare, he took a moment to admire you, his eyes drinking in every detail.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, and you felt your heart swell with love and desire.
He joined you in your nakedness, his body pressing against yours, skin to skin. The feeling was electrifying, a perfect blend of intimacy and lust. As he settled between your legs, his eyes met yours, and you saw the depth of his emotions there.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Wanted you.”
“Then take me,” you urged your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
You didn’t have to ask him twice. Chris ran his cock through your folds, covering himself in your slick before pushing into you gently. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed more of himself in.
“So perfect, so tight,” he growled, and you pulled his face down to meet your lips, desperate to have as much of him on you as possible. When he had finally buried himself to the hilt, you took a moment to adjust to his size while he kissed your neck, leaving little marks to make it known you were his.
“Chris…” you arched your back slightly, desperate to feel some friction.
“That’s not my name, princess,” he chuckled against your neck.
“Baby, please…” you corrected yourself, attempting to move yourself on his cock, causing his breath to hitch.
“Good girl,” he praised before he started moving at a slow pace. This wasn’t a quick fuck; he wanted to make love to you, to show you how much he truly treasured you. “God, you’re going to be the death of me. How am I ever going to leave this bed?” he growled, picking up his pace slightly.
You moaned, your body responding to his every touch, every thrust. His slow, deliberate movements were driving you wild, each one bringing you closer to the edge. Chris’s hands roamed your body, caressing your breasts, your hips, every part of you that he could reach.
“Chris… I need more,” you begged, your voice breathy with desire.
“Anything for you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He picked up the pace, his hand finding your clit and rubbing slow, agonising circles as his thrusts became more intense, more urgent.
Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust brought you closer to that blissful edge. Chris’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, your hands clutching at his back, desperate to hold on to this moment.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
His words pushed you over the edge, and you came undone around him, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Chris followed soon after, his own release intense and powerful. He held you close, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss as you both came down from the high.
As you lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, you felt a sense of completeness, of being exactly where you were meant to be. Chris brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with love and adoration.
“I love you, girlfriend”, he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.
“I love you too, boyfriend”, you replied, your heart full.
YAYYYY!! WE LOVE EACH OTHER!! WHICH, IF IM THINKING CORRECTLY, MEANS THAT THERE IS BOUND TO BE SOME UPCOMING BULLSHITTERY FROM SOMEONE (Seungmin) TO FUCK IT UP
AND LEMME TELL YOU
IF THAT HAPPENS I AM 100% HERE FOR IT! (i still want Seungmin to win, even though Chan is growing on me)
THANK YOU FOR ANOTHER AMAZING CHAPTER!! I LITERALLY JUST WOKE UP AND SAW THE NOTIFICATION, READ IT WITH ONE EYE CLOSED BECAUSE IM STILL ADJUSTING TO THE LIGHT 😂
It had been a few weeks since that night in your apartment, and things had gradually cooled. Although you hadn't had direct contact with Seungmin, Chan ensured you stayed busy by dragging you to dance practice to keep you from going stir-crazy. While there was no way you could keep up with the group's rigorous routines, it was fun to try. Hyunjin spent hours patiently trying to teach you the simplest choreography, but it always ended with you doubling over in laughter. He was convinced you were purposely messing up, only to realise you truly had no rhythm.
Chan also brought you to the studio with 3RACHA, trying to show you the basics of producing and letting you watch the creative process unfold. Changbin thought getting you into the recording booth would be hilarious, attempting to teach you Korean and how to sing simultaneously. Predictably, it went as well as expected, with the four of you ending up in fits of laughter whenever you mispronounced something, inadvertently giving the lyrics a completely different meaning.
It was nice to hang out with Chris and the group like friends, without the looming threat of a media scandal. Chan maintained regular contact with the company execs, trying to gauge how the situation was unfolding back home and how likely it was that you'd be able to return. A part of you didn’t want to leave anytime soon; things had never been better. However, there was one aspect that felt off—Chris.
Despite the fun and camaraderie, Chris hadn't made the slightest move on you since that night, which felt strange. You were used to the intense affection and attention from the guys, and the abrupt shift from 100 to 0 was jarring. Chris wanted to take things slow, but after three weeks of dates and loving gestures, he hadn't confessed his feelings or tried to be intimate. You missed the connection, the physical and emotional intimacy that had once been so intense.
It left you in a state of confusion and longing, wondering why he was holding back and if he felt the same aching void you did. The uncertainty gnawed at you, making the days blur together in a mix of joy and frustration. Despite the laughter and lighthearted moments, the absence of his touch and the unspoken words weighed heavily on your heart.
“Hey, babe?” Chris called from the sofa of your apartment into the kitchen, where you were preparing some snacks for the movie night you had planned. While the movie was a good front, there was a real reason you had invited him here tonight. You wanted to cut the bullshit. Sure, the comeback was around the corner, but it had been three weeks since Seungmin had cornered you in your apartment and three weeks since Chris said he liked you and wanted to take things slow. You’d been patient; you’d been the perfect non-girlfriend-girlfriend to him, but besides the odd cute nickname, he treated you more like a mate than someone he had actual feelings for.
“Give me a sec, Chris,” you called back, emphasising his name instead of the usual Chan, Channie, or Babe, hoping it would signal the seriousness of why he was really here.
You took a deep breath, gathered the snacks on a tray, and entered the living room. Chris was lounging comfortably, but there was a slight tension in his eyes as he watched you approach. Setting the tray down on the coffee table, you turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Chris," you began, your voice steady but soft, "we need to talk."
“That’s almost as bad as calling me Christopher,” he laughed lightly. You smiled, trying to keep the conversation light despite the weight in your heart.
“What’s going on?” he asked gently, taking your hand in his.
“It’s been three weeks…” you began, your voice low. His expression shifted to one of understanding.
“Are you horny?” he asked with a chuckle, and your eyes widened in shock.
“No! I mean, yes, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make,” you said, playfully hitting his shoulder. “I’m starting to wonder if you’re regretting what you said that night,” you added tentatively.
“Regret it?” he repeated, his eyes full of concern as he shifted closer to you. “Regret telling you that I’m falling for you? Baby, no! Why would you even think that?”
“Apart from the occasional nickname and hand-holding, you haven’t really tried to ask me out or even get close to me…” you mumbled, your eyes flickering to where your hands were intertwined. “If you see me as more of a friend, that’s okay! I’d just rather know so I can protect my own heart.” You say with a sad smile.
“Y/N, look at me,” Chris pressed, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. “You’re right; I haven’t been as involved as I should have been. After that night with Seungmin and seeing how you’ve been with everyone since then, I could tell that part of you might be unable to give up what you had with the rest of the boys.” He brought a hand up to your face, caressing your cheek tenderly.
“I’d give it all up for you,” you said, leaning into his hand, savouring the touch, the most intimate you had been in weeks.
“I know you would, beautiful, but I want you to be happy too,” he said softly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently. “So I’ve been distant because I’ve had to think long and hard about what to do.”
“Are you going to leave me?” you asked, your eyes sad and searching his.
“No, baby, not at all,” he reassured you, his voice low and steady. “I was thinking that maybe we could come to an arrangement?”
“An arrangement?” you echoed, confused.
Chris took a deep breath. “I want us to be together, truly together. But I also understand that you have a connection with the other guys. What if we find a way to balance everything, to make sure you’re happy and fulfilled without losing what we have?”
“So I get to have you, and we can play around with the others if we feel like it?” you asked, needing clarification.
“Yeah, essentially. But there would have to be some ground rules moving forward because, for all intents and purposes, you are mine. I’m nice enough to share with the others, only for your pleasure.” He said the words with such certainty, and you closed your eyes, savouring the possessiveness and affection in his voice.
“I’m yours,” you repeated, opening your eyes before crashing your lips onto his.
The kiss was intense, filled with all the pent-up emotions and longing you had felt over the past weeks. Chris pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. He swiftly picked you up, your lips never leaving his skin as your legs wrapped around his body, and he walked you into the bedroom.
Laying you on the bed, he continued his assault on your lips.
“Since you’re mine, I get to enjoy you alone,” Chris murmured, his eyes dark with desire. The shift in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel yourself getting wet from just the way he was looking at you. Finally, after three weeks, you were going to feel him.
“All yours, baby,” you confirmed, your voice barely above a whisper.
Chris pressed another passionate kiss against your lips, his hands roaming your body with reverence. He treated you gently like you were made of the finest china, his touch worshipful. Each caress sent waves of pleasure through you, making your breath hitch.
He slowly undressed you as if unwrapping a precious gift, taking his time with each article of clothing. His fingers traced the curves of your body, lingering over every inch of skin revealed. The intensity of his gaze made you feel cherished and adored.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion and desire. His hands continued exploring slowly, setting your skin ablaze with every touch.
You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, craving more. “Chris...”
“Shh, baby,” he soothed, kissing a path down your neck. “I want to savor this.”
His lips followed the trail his hands had made, leaving a path of fire in their wake. When he finally had you completely bare, he took a moment to admire you, his eyes drinking in every detail.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, and you felt your heart swell with love and desire.
He joined you in your nakedness, his body pressing against yours, skin to skin. The feeling was electrifying, a perfect blend of intimacy and lust. As he settled between your legs, his eyes met yours, and you saw the depth of his emotions there.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Wanted you.”
“Then take me,” you urged your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
You didn’t have to ask him twice. Chris ran his cock through your folds, covering himself in your slick before pushing into you gently. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed more of himself in.
“So perfect, so tight,” he growled, and you pulled his face down to meet your lips, desperate to have as much of him on you as possible. When he had finally buried himself to the hilt, you took a moment to adjust to his size while he kissed your neck, leaving little marks to make it known you were his.
“Chris…” you arched your back slightly, desperate to feel some friction.
“That’s not my name, princess,” he chuckled against your neck.
“Baby, please…” you corrected yourself, attempting to move yourself on his cock, causing his breath to hitch.
“Good girl,” he praised before he started moving at a slow pace. This wasn’t a quick fuck; he wanted to make love to you, to show you how much he truly treasured you. “God, you’re going to be the death of me. How am I ever going to leave this bed?” he growled, picking up his pace slightly.
You moaned, your body responding to his every touch, every thrust. His slow, deliberate movements were driving you wild, each one bringing you closer to the edge. Chris’s hands roamed your body, caressing your breasts, your hips, every part of you that he could reach.
“Chris… I need more,” you begged, your voice breathy with desire.
“Anything for you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He picked up the pace, his hand finding your clit and rubbing slow, agonising circles as his thrusts became more intense, more urgent.
Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust brought you closer to that blissful edge. Chris’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, your hands clutching at his back, desperate to hold on to this moment.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
His words pushed you over the edge, and you came undone around him, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Chris followed soon after, his own release intense and powerful. He held you close, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss as you both came down from the high.
As you lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, you felt a sense of completeness, of being exactly where you were meant to be. Chris brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with love and adoration.
“I love you, girlfriend”, he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.
“I love you too, boyfriend”, you replied, your heart full.