Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction; anything said or done does not reflect on the real people involved.
Summary: Y/N, a 30 year old restaurant owner, has the chance to meet interesting people everyday but recently, she has been running into some of the same people multiple times a week. The owner of the cafe across the street, her new gym trainer, the 3 owners of the entertainment company that has been hiring her catering company recently, an up and coming fashion designer and his main model, a world famous F1 driver, 2 of the best singing coaches in Seoul, a viral food blogger who is also a very popular radio host, a famous OF creator, 2 of the best choreographers in KPop, the biggest rapper in Seoul, and an up and coming BL writer. Now, what do these 16 people have in common? They’re all in one giant relationship with each other! And they all adore Y/N. What will she do when she realizes that she is falling for all of them and they’re all falling for her in kind?
Tags: Romance, Polyamory, Acceptance, Humor, Friendship, Group Dynamics, and Supportive Relationships/Friendships, Stray Kids x Reader x ATEEZ, OT16,
The only use of AI are in the the photos of Y/N's apartment, none was used in the writing of this story and it never will. Thank you for your understanding.
Here is the first half of the prologue, we finally get to meet Y/N and get to know her story before she gets to meet the boys. Also the series now has a name! Big thanks to @sparky2020sworld for being the beta reader and for helping come up with some of the names and ideas!
Y/N grew up on a ranch in the middle of nowhere Texas in a large Italian-American family. Every stereotype you could think of when you hear Italian-American applies to her family, except make it Southern. Nonno and Nonna spoke Italian, mom and dad spoke Italian, Spanish, and English. Y/N and her siblings speak Spanglish and Italian.
Most of her father’s ranch hands were Hispanic and only spoke Spanish so she and her siblings picked up on a bit of it but they never learned it properly since they never really went to school, helping out on the ranch was more important especially since nonno couldn’t help like he used to back when they had first moved to the 250 acre slice of land.
Y/N tried to go to school as much as she could, she could not stand missing days just to help wrangle cattle or herd sheep. She was very much the opposite of her siblings, much more into her studies and she also took to cooking every single night with her nonna, and her parents had also noticed this as well. They had tried to give her as much space as she wanted to figure herself out and supported her when they could.
Even though her family is strictly Catholic and very religious, they never pushed it on Y/N and when she had come out to them as a non-monogamous pansexual demiromantic, they were confused as to what all the words meant but they supported her none the less. In her mother’s words, “It doesn’t matter who or how many people you love, just as long as you are happy and safe”.
Y/N was able to graduate at the top of her class and her entire family came to her high school graduation. They took up one full section of the bleachers of the high school’s football field and when they called her name for her to walk, they were absolutely deafening with their cheering. Unfortunately, not long after her graduation, her nonna passed and it ripped a hole in the family.
As the eldest sibling, Y/N tried her best to keep everyone afloat but it only wore her down. She eventually ended up getting sick from all the stress and was hospitalized. That triggered her family to finally pull themselves together, for her sake. She was there for them in their darkest hour, helping keep everyone together for 2 years straight, and now it is time for them to be there for her.
Just as she was finally getting better after 6 weeks of treatment, her nonno fell ill. His heart never recovered from the loss of his wife and ended up passing of broken heart syndrome. In his will, he had left a majority of his life savings to Y/N. He knew it was her dream to one day own a restaurant that serves all the dishes from her childhood that her nonna taught her so he left Y/N with the means to do so.
There was a stipulation though, she would have to go to culinary school and graduate at the top of her class before she could access the money. Her parents had been saving since she was born to be able to send her to college and told her to apply to wherever she wanted to go, they would support her no matter what. So she applied to the best Italian culinary school in the world, ALMA - The International School of Italian Cuisine located in Parma, on the grounds of the Ducal Palace of Colorno.
Y/N’s acceptance came in June and she started packing her things to move in July. She was given a 2 bedroom apartment to share with another student that was within a 10 minute walking distance from the main campus. She does not know who her roommate is gonna be as it is randomly assigned but she hopes that they can get along.
Move in day arrived and Y/N and her parents were escorted to the apartment where she will be staying during her time at ALMA. She was shocked to see that her roommate was a guy, a very handsome Korean man at that. He introduced himself as Kim Seokjin and you noticed that he was here by himself. Jin, as he asked her to call him, told Y/N and her family that his parents did not accept the fact that he wanted to become a chef and an Italian one at that so he was here by himself.
Y/N and her family told him that he has a family within them and that they support him. That was the start of their friendship. As they got to know each other over the first semester, they got along like a house on fire! It was basically impossible to separate the two of them at any point.
It was the 4th of December, Jin’s birthday. He had yet to come out of his room so Y/N went and knocked on his door. When there was no answer, she crept in quietly and found him curled up on his bed facing the wall, his body wracked with silent sobs. She frowned and approached Jin’s bed, letting her footsteps be heard so she doesn't startle him. She sits next to him and places a hand on his shoulder. He nearly jumps out of his skin and turns to look at her, his eyes and cheeks all red and puffy.
Y/N is devastated by the look on his face so she lies down next to him and pulls him into her arms, holding him tightly while his sobs continue. Jin choked out how his parents had decided to let him know that he was to celebrate his birthday without them and how he has never had to do that before and he was scared that meant that they didn’t want him as their son anymore. Y/N is stunned to hear Jin say such things, he is usually the happiest person in the room with his infectious smile. She rubs soothing circles on his back and holds his head close as she lightly massages his scalp. She presses a long kiss to his head and offers all the comfort he needs.
When Jin is calmed down enough that he can finally breathe without hiccuping, Y/N sits them both up and wipes his eyes gently. She asks him to teach her how he would celebrate his birthday with his parents. His eyes lit up and he jumped from the bed, rushing to the kitchen. She runs after him, laughing at his sudden change in mood.
He mentioned that he had already gone to a specialty grocery store to get the ingredients for what he called “Miyeok Guk”, Korean seaweed soup. He explains that it is traditionally eaten on birthdays or for new moms who are postpartum. It is to honor your mother who went through all the pain and the sacrifice to bring you into the world. The tradition sparked something within Y/N, a curiosity and a thirst to learn more about Jin’s culture.
As he was teaching her how to prepare the soup, he told her stories of his childhood and how different South Korea is both in traditions and in culture compared to Italy and to what you have told him of both the US and Texas. She asked him if he could teach her more and maybe even teach her how to speak Korean. He grinned at her and agreed, happy to be able to teach his best friend about his culture and his language.
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Over the next 4 years, Jin taught Y/N everything there is to know about Korea. Its history, its culture, its food, and its language. When they graduated, not only was Y/N a master of Italian cuisine, she was a master of all things Korean. Y/N moved to Korea with Jin after graduation and they opened a restaurant together. It was a small bistro that reminded them of their time in Parma.
She also had adopted a dog during this time, an all black pure bred Irish Wolfhound. Both she and Jin flew to Ireland to pick up the puppy. It was so tiny compared to the others, having been told it was the runt of the litter. Y/N called him Cerberus, after the guardian of the Underworld from Greek Mythology. The tiny puppy ended up growing to be taller than Jin when he stands on his hind legs so he had definitely grown into his name.
It was 2 years later when she found an industrial building for sale in Seoul, so she called her parents and told them she needed the money from her nonno immediately transferred. She had put in an offer on the 4 story building that same day and it was accepted. Jin was so happy that his best friend was finally achieving her dreams. He helped her design the layout and decor of the 2nd floor of the building which would be the Italian restaurant of her dreams. The first floor is what she has dubbed as the Texas-Korean fusion barbeque pit, crossing over her childhood cook outs at home with the Korean flavors that she was introduced to by Jin.
Now the 3rd floor is something of an event hall, a large open concept kitchen and dining room along with a formal sitting room set up on the opposite side with a large brick fireplace. The 4th floor was turned into Y/N’s living space. From the front entry hall, there's a half bath on the right side. After you exit the hall, on your left is the kitchen of her dreams. All black cabinets, black marble counter tops (that were all sealed since marble is porous), double ovens, a beautiful custom La Cornue gas range (it is both a stove and an oven), a large range vent above to clear any excess steam while cooking, an island big enough to sit 10 people at once, a hanging pot rack above, and one of the most beautiful pantries you have ever seen.
On the right side of the apartment, there's the living room and the loft area. There is an electric fireplace built into a rough stone wall with a large tv hung above. The concrete floors are covered in a large plush rug to fight off the coldness of the stone. To the left of the fireplace, there is a wet bar area stocked with alcohol from all over the world. Also to the left is the stairs leading up to the gaming loft. There's an even larger TV up there along with every single gaming console you could think of and to the right of the TV set up, there are 2 gaming PCs side by side which are framed by bookshelves that are not full of books. They are full of anime figures and funko pops that Y/N has collected over the years.
Even though her apartment is mostly made of stone, wood, steel, and glass, it still feels cozy and warm. It is her dream home and it would have never been possible without the support of her family and Jin.
Jin cried the day Y/N officially moved out of their shared apartment and on her last day at the little bistro they made together. She is the one person who stood by his side no matter what happened for the last 8 years, from starting culinary school together, to him teaching her about his culture and language, to them graduating and opening their first restaurant together. They are each other’s best friends and non-blood related siblings. Jin is excited to see where the future will take Y/N.
2 years after Y/N had opened both of her restaurants, The Seoul Pit and Osteria Bellavista had earned their first Michelin Stars and they have continued to blow up after receiving the prestigious award. At 30 years old, she had no idea just how her life had blown up this way. It’s scary how much has changed in 6 years, she herself definitely did. Not only in where she lives, but her lifestyle and how she looks
Y/N is covered in tattoos and piercings but you would never know since she rarely ever leaves the kitchens of either restaurant and if she does, she’s wearing the most unrevealing clothing you have ever seen. She even wears a cloth mask at all times in the restaurants. To the patrons, she is the most mysterious person in the world but to her staff, she is the biggest sweetie and is very much a mama bear when it comes to them and the restaurants.
Since running the restaurants, including Jin’s bistro back when they were living together, she’s found that she enjoyed working out to relieve built up stress. She enjoys kick boxing, muay tai, and lifting weights, so she’s jacked to say the least. It comes in handy when it comes to putting away the weekly deliveries for The Seoul Pit and Osteria Bellavista.
Sometime within the first year of opening her restaurants, a cute little cat cafe opened up across the street. Even though she could make some of the best coffee in the world at home, she still chose to go to The Honeyed Purr Cafe every single day. Whether it was because of the cats, the good drinks and cute food items, or perhaps it’s because she loves talking to the cute cafe owner every morning as he made her drink and warmed a pastry for her on the house.
Now this is where our story begins. Well almost. It is time we meet the rest of our story’s characters.
~ Ending Author's Note ~
I hope you enjoyed the first half of the prologue! Before you ask yes, I used the one and only leanbeefpatty as Y/N's physique reference.
The only use of AI are in the the photos of Y/N's apartment, none was used in the writing of this story and it never will. Thank you for your understanding.
Hey guys! I've got a very exciting announcement to make...
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I AM WORKING WITH @sparky2020sworld ON A NEW POLY FIC!!!
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It is a non-idol AU and it is an OT16 x Y/N. Yes, I said OT16. This is a Stray Kids x Y/n x ATEEZ fic so it is about to get EXTREMELY chaotic! This little teaser chapter is just a glimpse into the mess that is yet to come 🤣
Credit goes to @sparky2020sworld for the idea, she had sent me the Instagram reel that this teaser is based off of and we bounced ideas off of each other and this goofy chapter is what came out of it! I hope you all enjoy the absolute CHAOS that is about to unfurl!
Tags: Romance, Polyamory, Acceptance, Humor, Friendship, Group Dynamics, and Supportive Relationships.
Trigger Warning(s): MDNI, knives, mentions of "severed dicks", mentions of penises, swearing, sexual innuendos, mentions of sex, etc. (PLS let me know if I missed any)
Y/N is currently in her kitchen, giggling her head off at whatever she is whipping up this time.
Wooyoung walks in from her bedroom, wiping the remains of his nap from his eyes.
“What’s got you so giggly this afternoon, my peach?” He asks, taking a seat on one of the many bar stools at her island.
“One of the busboys at Osteria Bellavista dropped one of the plates from the set that my mother had bought for the restaurant while she was in Sicily so I figured I’d fuck with him by making these for our team ‘breakfast’ before the dinner prep starts.” She says, holding up the VERY phallic shaped waffle on a stick.
Woo’s eyes widened almost comically and his jaw dropped slightly; then his eyes glazed over, drool slowly starting to drip from his plush bottom lip.
“I wanna taste.” He says, almost in a trance.
Y/N giggles and takes a knife to cut it in half. “I haven’t tried them yet either, this is my test batch. Look, it has strawberry jelly on the inside!”
She places half of the waffle on a plate and hands it over for him to try. He places the mushroom head of the penis waffle in his mouth and takes a bite, moaning at the sweet taste that meets his tongue. Y/N also takes a bite of her half, nodding and thinking about what to improve for the final batch.
It is also at this time that Mingi decided to join them both down stairs; he was up in the gaming loft with Yunho while Y/N and Woo were taking a nap together. Yunho had left about an hour ago, claiming he was needed at the dance studio for a last minute choreography change for one of the trainee groups he was working with.
“What cha guys doing down he-” He cuts himself off, seeing the tray of “penises” next to Y/N as well as a “bloodied” knife.
He screams and runs into the half bath just down the hall, locking the door behind him.
Y/N is super confused, he’s seen her bake before with Felix so it's nothing unusual, why did he react that way? Woo is giggling and talking loudly, some nonsense about how we murdered a couple of guys and took their dicks to eat because they sounded delicious.
Mingi was crying now. He pulled out his phone and called Hongjoong.
“Joongie, I think there's something wrong with Y/N and Woo… they are in her kitchen eating penises!” He shouts into the phone.
Y/N laughs, realizing he thinks that they are actually eating dicks, the goober that is one of your lovers.
“Mingles, calm down. What are you talking about?” Hongjoong asked blearily, having just been woken up by Mingi’s phone call.
“Y/N and Wooyoung are eating dicks in her kitchen! There were several all on a tray and a bloody knife right next to her!” Mingi reiterated, adding on the detail about the so-called weapon.
“Princess, what the actual fuck?” Bangchan asks, finally popping his head out of the cuddle puddle he is currently stuck in.
“Mingi, please bring the phone to our love so that she can explain what is going on here.” Seonghwa now pipes up from where he is currently laying between Hongjoong and Lee Know.
Mingi sniffles but gets up and walks back into the kitchen, not meeting either Woo’s or Y/N’s eyes.
“Captain and Mother would like to speak to you.” He says meekly.
Y/N giggles and grabs the phone from his outstretched hand.
“Well hello, my loves. I didn’t realize this was going to turn into a conference call.” She tries to say as seriously as possible.
“Hi babygirl, what’s going on? Why is our Princess acting like you murdered someone?” Bangchan’s low sleepy voice entered her ears.
“Sooooooo, here’s the backstory first; one of the staff at Osteria Bellavista shattered one of the plates from the set that my mother had bought while she was on vacation in Sicily, so I figured I’d fuck with him by making these penis shaped waffles I saw on Instagram for our team ‘breakfast’ before the dinner prep starts. Now back to the present, Wooyoung had walked in from my bedroom not long after I had finished the test batch, so I cut one in half for both of us to try. Not long after that, Mingi walked downstairs from the gaming loft and had asked us what we were doing when he had noticed the phallic shaped waffles and the knife I had used to split one is covered in strawberry jelly and he screamed bloody murder before making a break for the half bath in the hallway. I had no idea why he was freaking about but then Woo started messing with our poor Mingles by spouting something about how me and him went on a killing spree just to take these guys’ dicks, as if there aren’t enough in this polycule anyways, and that’s when Mingi had called you.” Y/N said, recounting the last 5 minutes all while trying to contain her giggles.
Woo and her could hear all 4 of them laughing their asses off while Mingi looked rightfully embarrassed, his cheeks flushed and the tips of his ears burned bright pink.
“Oh Minki, you don’t need to be embarrassed. C’mere, Princess.” She says, putting the phone down and opening her arms while the men on the other side of the line are still dying of laughter.
Mingi reluctantly enters her embrace and he slowly melts against her chest.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbles against her skin.
Y/N just sighs deeply and strokes his hair to help sooth him.
She hears the shutter of a phone camera and looks over at Woo, who has his phone still positioned to take another photo.
“What? You two look cute like that!” He exclaimed, taking a few more photos before spamming the groupchat with them.
She sighs even deeper before pulling away from Mingi.
“Joongi, Chan, Lino, Hwa. Don’t worry about our Princess, I’ll sort him out and bring both him and Woo back to y’alls house later. I will bring some of the phallic waffles so that everyone can try them.”
“Please tell me you filled some of them with white cream filling?” Lee Know spoke up between barely concealed snickers.
“Yes, there are some filled with vanilla cream, some are chocolate cream, there's strawberry jelly, and I also made some savory ones too. There’s some filled with mozzarella, sausage, both, and there’s a couple that I managed to shove some tteokbokki into along with some shredded mozzarella.” Y/N lists.
The guys on the other end are silent and she can visualize all of them drooling and could faintly hear their stomachs growling.
“Don’t worry, I’ll feed you guys in a bit. Think you can wait 30 minutes?” She asks.
“Yeah, we’ll be fine until you three get here. I think the other boys will be excited to try your creations, lovebird. We’ll see you soon.” Seonghwa said.
“We love you.” All four of them said at the same time.
“We love you more.” Woo, Mingi, and she said back in sync.
Hongjoong ended the call and Y/N handed Mingi his phone back.
“Alright boys, will you help me pack up all of these dicks so we can give them to our hungry lovers?”
“Yeah!”
“Let’s get a move on then!”
Y/N, Mingi, and Woo are able to pack away all the waffles into heat safe containers and put them into insulated bags so they wouldn't get cold during transport. The three of them all made their way down stairs, through the 2 restaurants that lived underneath her 2 story lofted apartment, and to her car. Loaded and buckled up, they start the 20 minute drive to the large mansion that their polycule call their home.
Traffic wasn’t as bad as Y/N thought it would be, they actually arrived 5 minutes earlier than expected. She pulls up to the gate and presses a button on the garage opener that she has on her visor and the gates start opening.
Driving through, you see the gardening staff pulling weeds from the flower beds and trimming the hedges that line the long driveway. She and the boys wave to them as they pass by, pulling up to the attached garage. Pressing the other button, the garage door rolls open and she pulls inside. The door rolls closed as she puts the car in park and she starts getting out to gather the insulated bags that hold the insane pastries.
Mingi strolls into the house first, his head kept low and avoided eye contact with anyone that might be downstairs. Woo literally skips into the house, excited for everyone else to try Y/N’s baking genius! Y/N trails behind Woo, carrying the 2 large insulated bags, her biceps bulging from the weight but nothing she can’t handle.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa were in the kitchen when the trio arrived, witnessing Mingi’s embarrassment first hand. Felix was chilling in the sunken lounge, watching Mingi’s burning face and ears. He had heard what happened at Y/N’s apartment from Joongie and Hwa when they came down stairs for some tea. He also notices the smug look on Woo’s face as he enters the open space, he snickers to himself knowing exactly why he’s like that.
Mingi makes a beeline to Hongjoong and basically collapses in his arms, holding onto him tightly. One of Joongie’s hands makes its way to the nape of his neck and starts massaging soothing circles into his skin. A few seconds later, Woo enters the kitchen with Y/N trailing behind him. She places the bags on the island as Woo hops up on to one of the many bar stools that line the enormous counter space.
Felix joins everyone in the kitchen, standing next to Hongjoong and Mingi. Seonghwa is leaning against the counter by the tea kettle, sipping on whatever tea he brewed for him and Joongie. Felix pulls Mingi into his arms and pulls him upstairs, hopefully to try and sort him out and help him calm down.
“Everyone, please come downstairs! I brought treats!” Y/N shouts, her voice carrying across the large structure.
Soon, everyone in the kitchen could hear the footsteps of the rest of their lovers coming from the stairs, whether that was the basement stairs or the stairs going up to the second or third levels. It takes a couple minutes but the other 11 of your group are now gathered in the kitchen.
“Felix and Mingi will be down in a few minutes.” Yeosang whispered to Y/N as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his chin on her shoulder.
She nodded to acknowledge him while also leaning back into his chest, melting slightly into his warm embrace. He nuzzled her neck and placed a kiss just under her ear causing her to shiver slightly.
“To preface, these are just a trial run for a prank that I am pulling on my staff soon. One of the staff at Osteria Bellavista shattered a plate from the set that my mom had bought while she was on vacation in Sicily, so I figured I’d fuck with them by making these penis shaped waffles I saw on Instagram for our ‘family meal’ before the dinner prep starts. Now here’s the reason why Mingi isn’t currently down here with everyone. Wooyoung had walked in from my bedroom not long after I had finished the test batch, so I cut one in half for both of us to try. Not long after that, Mingi walked downstairs from the loft and had asked us what we were doing when he had noticed the phallic shaped waffles and the knife, I had used it to split one, is covered in strawberry jelly and he screamed bloody murder before making a break for the half bath in the hallway. I had no idea why he was freaking about but then Woo started messing with our poor Mingles by spouting something about how me and him went on a killing spree just to take these guys’ dicks, as if there aren’t enough to go around in this house anyways, and that’s when Mingi had called our Captain to tattle on myself and Woo.” Y/N explained as the entire group in the kitchen burst in all different kinds of laughter.
Yeosang kept his face buried in her neck as he let out silent huffs of laughter, Changbin leaned over the top of them, placing his comforting weight on Yeosang’s back, and scaring the shit out of both of them as they did not hear him come up behind them. He was chuckling and shaking his head in disbelief of Mingi’s actions and Y/N’s creations. She turns her head towards Yeosang’s face and give him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling out of his arms.
She starts opening the bags and pulls out the different containers and starts pointing out which flavors are where.
“This one is the strawberry jelly filled ones, that one there is the tteokbokki filled one! That one is the mozzarella only filled one, this one is the sausage only and that one is the combo sausage and cheese. These are the vanilla cream filled and those are the chocolate cream filled. Please dig in.”
Placing the still warm containers all around the island so that everyone can try them if they wanted to. It was a tiny bit chaotic as everyone tried to grab for whatever one they wanted and dig in. It was silent now that everyone had a phallic waffle on a stick in their hands.
Lee Know is staring at the “penis” in his hand, his eyes about to pop out of his head. Han on his right side is grinning as he is just happy to have some food, even if it’s shaped phallically. Yeosang on the other side of the island is too tired to care as he tries to reach for Y/N again, but Changbin has his arms around his waist, effectively trapping him against the more muscular man. San had kept Yeosang up all night (IYKYK 😏) so he didn't bother fighting the man and just sunk inot his chest.
Seungmin and Jongho are standing a bit further away, closer to the refrigerator, judging the fuck out of the rest of their boyfriends. Yunho was being a boy, holding it down by his waist and was mentally comparing it to his own cock.
That was when Felix and Mingi came back downstairs, Mingi still slightly flushed but better than he was before. He went up behind Yunho, hugged him around the waist, and buried his head into his shoulder. Yunho’s free hand came up to gently cup the back of his head to comfort him.
Seonghwa, Bangchan, and Hongjoong are just leaning against the back counter munching away at their choice of waffle, watching over the rest of their loves with fond smiles and of course giggling at their reactions to the different fillings located inside. What a strange group they all are but none of them would ever trade it for anything, not even for the world.
Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction; anything said or done does not reflect on the real people involved.
Summary: While on your exchange program in Seoul, South Korea, you run into 2 very unlikely people who make your semester very eventful and very confusing.
~ Author's note! ~
Here is chapter 3 for you! A big thank you goes to @sparky2020sworld for proofreading this!
Your dinner with Felix was great! You ended up going to a KBBQ place that was all you can eat and boy did you eat. You and Felix kept making saams for each other rather than for yourselves and the bokkeumbap at the end was mostly rice since you had eaten almost all of the meat and banchan. Felix ended up leaving a bit earlier than you did as he needed to get up pretty early the next day for his schedule and also to avoid any paps that could have been lurking around.
You woke up the next morning to several texts from Felix and a couple from Seonghwa. Felix was mostly just checking on you and making sure you got back without any issues. Seonghwa had wished you a good morning and sent you the address for where to meet him for lunch. You responded to them as you got ready for the day.
It was still somewhat early so you decided to walk around and see some sights. You end up getting lost a bit in the Bukchon Hanok village, the architecture so different compared to the rest of Seoul and definitely outside of what you’re used to at home. Eventually, you wandered to a cafe and ordered a coffee. You sat outside under the overhang of the roof and enjoyed the somewhat quiet hustle and bustle of the village while sipping on your drink.
Your table was positioned close to the walkway and just as you got up to start making your way to your meet up with Seonghwa, someone ran into you and knocked you to the ground. You looked up, about to get upset but you immediately stopped upon seeing Kim Taehyung (AKA V) of BTS staring down at you in concern.
“Are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?” He asked, reaching out a hand to help you up.
You gape at him for a couple of seconds before grabbing his hand. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.”
He hauls me up onto my feet and spins me around, assessing for any damage. Nodding, he lets go of your hand and bows slightly in apology.
“I am so sorry for knocking you over. I was not looking where I was going.” V said, his tone soft and apologetic.
“It’s okay, just a couple bumps and bruises but nothing major. Thank you for helping me.” You say, brushing any dirt and dust from your clothes.
“Where were you headed? You were leaving right? I’ll walk you there.” He suggests, a sheepish look adorning his face.
“I was heading to lunch with a friend. It’s not too far if you want to walk with me.” You smile, gathering the rest of your stuff and started walking off towards the restaurant Seonghwa sent you.
V has to jog a little in order to catch up with you but before he did, he noticed a few things on your bag. A small Tata charm along with a Bbokari mini charm and a Seonghwa photocard in a simple clear photocard holder. He grinned at the sight of Tata swinging back and forth with the little chick.
“You seem pretty calm and collected for what just happened. Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked when he finally caught up.
You huff a laugh. “Yes, I am fine. I’ve had a couple run-ins with idols all within the first 2 days of me being here. My freak outs happen internally and back at my dorm.”
“Oh wow, that must be overwhelming for you, having had that many. I hope you will get the chance to breathe a bit before the next one.” He laughs, his boxy grin taking up most of his face.
“I hope so too! I don’t want to cause any harm to anyone and I definitely do not want their companies coming after me.” You laugh, slightly nervously.
“If they were to come after you, I’d hope that the person would set their company straight about it but I highly doubt that would happen. We end up more seriously hurt while dancing than running into someone. Anyways, may I have your name, kind lady?” V turns to look at you and sees you already looking.
A smile spreads across your face. “I’m Y/N and you are V of BTS. Nice to meet you!”
V laughs a hearty laugh and shakes your hand while you both continue to your destination.
“Where are we off to today, Y/N?” He asked, curious if it is one of the aforementioned idols you ran into.
“I am off to have lunch with Seonghwa-ssi, it’s his way of apologizing to me for almost running me over at the KQ building yesterday.” You say almost in disbelief at the words coming out of your mouth.
“Oh, Seonghwa of ATEEZ? That’s fun! Wait did you just say he almost ran you over yesterday? You were at KQ? I didn’t know they let visitors in!” V exclaims in shock.
“Yeah, my exchange program was specially invited by KQ so we got a tour of the building and we got to watch the behind the scenes filming for Xikers’ dance practice of their newest release. It was pretty exciting!” You nerded out.
He laughs at your enthusiasm. “You’re cute when you’re excited. Like a puppy.”
Kim Taehyung just called you cute. You thought that you had died and gone to heaven.
You flush darkly, ears burning. “Thank you, I guess.”
His boxy grin is as bright as the sun, you eventually had to look away from him otherwise you would end up going blind! Looking down at your phone, you see that you are approaching the restaurant.
“Hey V, the restaurant is just over there. Thank you for walking me. I am truly grateful.” You said, bowing to him.
“It was no problem, Y/N, in fact it was my pleasure. Please stay safe and try to get run over by anyone else.” He said, pulling me into a hug.
You squeeze him back for a quick second before letting go to head into the building. You turn back for a second before heading in and see him waving to you. You smile, wave back, then turn to push open the door.
Looking around, you spot Seonghwa in the back corner wearing a black bucket hat and a black mask. He looks up and waves, his eyes closing slightly in what you assume is one of his gorgeous smiles.
You briskly make your way over to him while also trying not to bring attention to yourself and him. You sat down and placed your bag on the table. Seonghwa looked it over and saw your charms, immediately spotting his photocard.
“Do you have to make it so obvious, my Atiny?” He chuckled.
“I’m sorry! I just thought it would be appropriate for today.” You grinned, a slight flush covering your cheeks.
“I’m just pulling your leg. Who was that you were walking with?” He cocked his head to the side, like a curious dog.
“Oh that was V. He ran me over when I was making my way over here. He felt bad so he walked me here.” You said with a shrug.
Seonghwa looks at you with wide eyes. He pulls down his mask, showing that his jaw had dropped. You snicker at his goofy expression.
“V… As in Kim Taehyung of BTS? He RAN you over?!”
“Yeah, just a couple bumps and bruises, it’s not too bad. I promise I’m alright, Hwa.”
He gives you an incredulous look, not fully believing you but dropping the subject. He looked down at the menu in front of him, pondering his lunch options. You took that as a queue to also look it over.
“Hey Hwa, is the jjajangmyeon here good?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Oh yeah! It’s one of the best I’ve had. Their kimchi jjigae, sundubu, and samgyetang are amazing as well.” He said, pointing out the dishes he mentioned on the menu.
I nodded, each dish sounding delicious. “I’ll have to come back to try the others at some point. They all sound so good!”
He smiled at you before looking back down at the menu. The waitress, Ji-woo, as her name tag read, finally came by and asked if we were ready to order. You ended up ordering the samgyetang and sikhye to drink and he ended up ordering the jjajangmyeon and a bottle of Milkis. The waitress nodded, smiling and gathering our menus to take away.
You and Seonghwa make idle conversation while waiting for your meals; talking about anything and everything, what you go to school for, upcoming projects and comebacks, future schedules, favorite foods and of course, favorite colors.
The food arrives, steaming and smelling absolutely divine. You start salivating almost instantly and Seonghwa chuckles at your expression. You shake out of your food trance and stare at him across from you, a flush covering your cheeks and the tips of your ears. You give him a small grin before digging into your samgyetang. Your eyes roll back and almost let a noise slip past your lips as you take a bite, the flavor is INCREDIBLE! It’s salty, sweet, aromatic, and a little bitter. It is perfectly balanced and warming, the sensation spreading throughout your body as you continue eating.
Seonghwa watches you for a second, loving your reaction to one of his recommendations. He soon dug into his jjajangmyeon, mixing all the toppings together with the noodles and the black bean sauce. It’s a little messy but so good and so comforting.
Your meal continues in silence as you both are enjoying your food so much. All too soon, the food is gone and so are your drinks. Both of you lean back against the booth seats and sigh, contentedly.
“Man, I am stuffed.” You laugh. “I’m ready for a nap.”
“I am too but I was notified earlier this morning that I’m needed at KQ for a dance practice this afternoon that was scheduled last minute so we will need to head out soon.” Seonghwa said.
“We?” You ask, inquiring about the implications of that simple pronoun.
“Yeah, we. I figured that it would be fun to bring you to practice with me, meet the rest of ATEEZ, and see how we practice for a comeback.” He said so nonchalantly, as if he suggested we just go take a walk.
Your jaw drops, shock completely evident on your face. “Are you fucking serious? You’re not pulling my leg right now, right?”
“Dead serious. I had mentioned you to the boys yesterday and they wanted to meet you.” He laughs. “Let's go before we’re late and we start to worry the boys.”
I nod, grabbing my bag and following after Seonghwa, him pulling his mask back up. He paid for the meal and held the door open for us to leave the building. He walked over to a simple black SUV and pulled open one of the doors to the backseat.
“Well, come on then, Y/N! We’re gonna be late if we don’t hurry.” He spurs you forward and into the vehicle, ever the mother hen.
You laugh as you climb into the backseat, him sliding in next to you, closing the door. You both nod to the driver in thanks as he begins to pull away from the restaurant. All buckled in, you begin your journey back to the KQ building to go and meet the rest of ATEEZ. What a wild time for you.
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real-life people in this oneshot.
(Chan x Y/N x San) 7.9K
tw: explicit sexual content, threesome (m/m/f), double penetration, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, aftercare, unprotected sex, voyeurism (caught in the act), overstimulation, dumbification, MDNI
This is a belated birthday present for @jinsankitten!
I also want to thank her for coming up with the idea and letting me build upon it.
Also, credit for the title and for helping me refine sections goes to @mirandas-alternate-reality
ALSO, YA GIRL WAS DEEP IN EDITING HELL, WORDS NO LONGER HAVE MEANING, APOLOGIES IF DETAILS GOT FUCKED
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The gym was quiet, the heavy clang of weights replaced by the sound of Chan’s and San’s uneven breathing as they eased into their cooldown stretches. Sweat slicked their bodies; muscles pumped and trembled with exertion. San rolled his shoulders, a teasing glint in his eyes as he shot Chan a sideways look.
“You know, you get this really serious face when you’re focused, hyung. It’s kind of entertaining,” San said, friendly and light.
Chan glanced over, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Yeah? I bet you’re just here for the show.”
San dropped into a stretch beside him, close enough that their arms brushed. “Well, someone’s got to keep you humble.”
Chan laughed and bumped San’s shoulder with his own. “You? Keep me humble? You can barely count your own reps.”
San snorted, nudging him back. “At least I don’t skip leg day to go hang out with Y/N cause I got “inspired” after seeing her walk past going to the studio.”
They grinned at each other, mock-glaring for a second before both breaking into laughter, the rivalry familiar and easy.
"You tease everybody, don’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed," Chan said, shaking his head.
San grinned. “Can’t help it, I like to keep things spicy.” He shrugged, then added more genuinely, “But seriously, is your studio partner single?”
Chan arched an eyebrow. “Why, you interested? Or just here to stir the pot?”
San nudged him, a quick laugh escaping. “Maybe a bit of both. Gotta keep life interesting.”
The energy was bright, the two of them comfortable in the familiar rhythm of their banter. Chan leaned in, dropping his voice just enough for a touch of mischief. “You want some real tea? I saw her bag earlier today; some photocards of you and me were hanging off it. She’s got a type, and it’s us.”
San’s grin widened, and he wiggled his brows, clearly delighted. “Guess we are. Maybe she wants the V.I.P. experience.”
Chan’s eyes sparkled. “Maybe next time when she’s in the studio.”
"So, is this where the magic actually happens, or do you just live here?" San teased, his shoulder brushing Chan’s as they walked down the quiet hallway.
Chan laughed, swiping his keycard against the reader. "A little bit of both."
The lock clicked, and Chan pushed the door open, leading San into the dim, humming warmth of the 3RACHA recording space.
"Want to hear the demo?" Chan asked, turning back to him with a grin. "You’ll see why I’m always pulling late nights."
San grinned, curiosity piqued. “Yeah, I want to see what you’re working on.”
As they rounded the corner, they spotted Y/N at the desk, wrapped in Chan’s oversized hoodie, headphones on, lost in her work.
San stopped short, eyebrows lifting. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing her so soon.”
Chan’s mouth quirked, surprised and, truthfully, pleased to see her in the hoodie he “left behind” earlier.
Y/N finally glanced over, catching both of them staring. She slid off her headphones, arching an eyebrow. “Didn’t realize you two walked in.”
San leaned in, grinning, gaze sweeping over her. “Chan wanted to show me a demo, but honestly? I can’t imagine anything sounding better than you look right now.”
Chan stepped in behind her, fingers grazing her waist as he leaned close, voice easy but with an edge. “Careful, San. She can get feisty if anyone interrupts her workflow.” His hand lingered as he looked down at Y/N. “Should we come back when you’re done, or can we join you?”
Y/N rolled her eyes, but her cheeks burned, a flush creeping up her neck. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of the sweatshirt, betraying just how flustered she really was.
She forced a smirk, masking her nerves. “That depends: are you both here to be productive, or just planning on goofing off?”
Chan and San each took a seat on either side of Y/N, their chairs pulled close so she was sandwiched between them at the desk. Chan leaned in, bringing his mouth close to her ear, voice low and teasing. “Saw your bag, by the way. Didn’t know you were into collecting our photocards.”
Y/N’s eyes flicked toward her bag on the couch, and she sprang up, trying to beat San to it, but he was faster, snatching it before she could reach. She froze, caught between making a move to grab it and running out of the room, as he dangled the bag and made the photocards sway, grinning as he found one of himself in a toploader that said 100% boyfriend material, then one of Chan in one that said Can I be your boyfriend? “So you like to keep us close? Even though you can have the real thing?”
San set the bag down and plucked a double-sided toploader, with a photocard of himself on one side and Chan on the other. He stalked back toward Y/N, holding it up, his grin turning sly as she hesitated, unsure whether to move or stand her ground.
Y/N’s lips parted, caught off guard. Her thighs pressed together as she fumbled for words, heat rising to her cheeks. “I...um…” She looked away, not trusting herself to finish the thought.
Before she could finish, San stepped directly into her space and gently pressed the cool plastic of the toploader flat against her parting lips, sealing her words inside.
"Shh," he murmured, his eyes dark with amusement. “Don’t ruin it by thinking, Princess."
Without warning, Chan’s hand slid to the back of her neck, tilting her head so he could whisper, voice low and possessive, “Careful, San. She might combust.”
San set the toploader on the desk, then reached up, his fingers gripping her chin as his thumb traced lightly over her lower lip, teasing. “Why don’t we fulfill her fantasy?”
Chan leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “We could tease you all night, or you could beg for it.”
Y/N squeezed her thighs together, eyes wide and voice trembling. “Please… I need you. Both of you. Will you please touch me? I’ll be good…I promise.”
San cupped her cheek, his voice low and commanding, a smirk curving his lips. “That’s what I like to hear. Such a good girl, keep being good, and maybe we’ll give you exactly what you want.”
Chan’s eyes darkened, his hand flexing gently at the back of her neck as he leaned down, absorbing her desperate plea. “How could we say no when you beg so sweetly?”
He let out a low, hungry growl against her skin, his hand sliding down from her neck to slip under her knees while his other arm wrapped firmly around her back. He stood up, easily lifting her against his chest as if she weighed nothing. Before she could even gasp, his mouth found hers, capturing her lips in a heated, deep kiss that completely stole her remaining breath.
He carried her across the dim room and, with a soft murmur, tossed her gently onto the plush studio couch. Y/N sank back into the cushions, her head spinning, only for San to slide over beside her in an instant. His large hands immediately cradled her face, tilting her head back to meet him as he took over her mouth with a hungry kiss of his own.
When San finally pulled back, his lips were wet and his breathing was shallow, his dark eyes locked onto her flushed face. Chan loomed right behind him, his shadow falling over the couch as he looked down at her with matching intensity. The sheer heat radiating from both of them in the cramped space was dizzying.
Both men peeled off their sweat-soaked shirts, muscles flexing in the low light. Their bare chests flushed and hungry as they turned their attention back to her. Chan’s hands swept down Y/N’s body, slipping beneath the hem of her shorts and pushing the fabric aside to touch her, his gaze dark with hunger. The hoodie bunched around her waist, just begging to be taken off.
San leaned in close, crowding her from the other side as his fingers tangled in her hair to tilt her head back. He pressed his lips to her warm jawline, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone.
“Look at how wet she is already for us,” San murmured, his breath hot against Y/N’s neck as his hand slid down her stomach, easily finding its way under the hem of her shorts to join Chan’s. “We could probably just slip right in.”
Chan let out a low chuckle, his fingers pulling her shorts and panties to the side. “Is that true, baby? You think we can just slip right in? Spread your legs for me, let me make you feel so good.”
Y/N let out a soft whine, nodding desperately as she parted her thighs for him.
Chan knelt between her legs, running his hands up her inner thighs and gently parting her lips with his thumbs before lowering his mouth. His tongue was slow and teasing, making her shiver and arch her hips to meet him. Above her, San’s mouth trailed over her cheek and jaw in hungry kisses. His hands roamed under the hoodie, finding her breasts as his thumbs teased, pinched, and pulled at her nipples. With every stroke of Chan’s tongue, Y/N’s hips jerked, her thighs squeezing his head. Her sensitive clit brushing against his nose sent jolts of pleasure through her, making her whine each time helplessly.
“Listen to her,” San whispered against Y/N’s lips, catching her whimpers. “You like having both of us worshipping you like this, don't you, princess? Tell Chan how good a job he's doing.”
“He’s… Fuck, Chan… ah—” A loud moan slipped from her lips. “It’s…hah…please, don’t stop; it’s AAAHHH—”
Chan looked up, his lips wet and shining in the dim light, a hungry look in his eyes. “It's only too much if you try to fight it. Just relax and be a good girl for us.”
Chan groaned at the wet, sweet taste of her, his tongue flicking over her clit in quick, focused strokes. He slid his fingers deep inside her, curling them upward to find and drive against her sweet spot in a heavy, rhythmic heat that had her hips rolling helplessly against his hand. He fucked her relentlessly with his mouth, sucking and licking her swollen clit as she whimpered.
“Fuck, you taste so good, baby,” Chan groaned, his voice thick and rough against her wet clit. “Could eat your tight little pussy every fucking day. Maybe I should just keep you locked up in my bed.”
San pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes wild with heat as his large hand squeezed her breast, flattening her nipple. “You look so fucking pretty like this, just a desperate, dripping mess for us. Keep being a good girl, and we’re going to keep you cumming all night.”
Y/N’s thighs shook violently, her inner muscles coiling tight as Chan’s wet tongue urged her right to the edge, licking and sucking her swollen clit deep into his mouth while his fingers shoved hard and fast inside her. He curled his fingers upward, hitting her g-spot repeatedly and fucking her stretching walls. He gripped the backs of her thighs, pulling her hips flush against his face so she had no choice but to squeeze his head as San’s mouth crashed back down on hers.
San kissed her hungrily, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth to swallow her loud, desperate whimpers. At the same time, his fingers got rougher, rolling her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinching them hard, syncing the sharp hits of pleasure with the heavy, rhythmic friction of Chan’s fingers and tongue fucking her wet pussy.
The moment she went over the edge, Y/N let out a broken, desperate moan that San swallowed with a heavy, hungry kiss. Her back arched completely off the couch cushions as her orgasm ripped through her, her thighs clamping tight around Chan’s head. His wet tongue kept relentlessly working her clit through every single wave, his fingers still buried deep and curling inside her twitching, soaking wet pussy. His muffled praise against her swollen flesh completely overstimulated her. Her sweet cum spilled over his lips and chin as she convulsed, her tight walls squeezing his fingers and shaking with the raw force of her release. When the last aftershock finally faded, her shaking legs fell wide open, and she collapsed back into the couch, panting, boneless, and trembling in their arms.
"Fuck, sweetheart," Chan growled, his voice incredibly deep and thick. He swiped a thumb across his wet chin, catching a heavy smear of her slick.
Before he could even lick it away, San surged forward over her twitching body. His hand gripped the back of Chan’s neck, pulling him up just enough to meet him in a sudden, deep, and bruising kiss. San’s tongue swept hungry and hot against Chan’s lips, aggressively licking the sweet taste of Y/N’s release right off his mouth and chin, claiming it for himself. Chan let out a low, gravelly grunt of approval into the kiss, bracing a heavy hand on Y/N’s trembling thigh to hold himself up as San took exactly what he wanted. When they finally parted, a thin string of spit connected their wet lips, and both of them were breathing hard, their eyes completely black with lust.
San slowly licked his lips, a dark smirk playing on his mouth as he settled back on his knees, keeping Y/N tucked securely against his bare side. "Fuck, she does taste delicious."
Chan chuckled from the floor, his eyes flashing as he looked up at them from between her trembling knees. "She does. Though you almost took my fucking head off with those thighs, baby."
Y/N let out a weak, embarrassed whine, burying her face into her arms. San just laughed, wrapping a heavy arm around her waist to pull her tight against his warm chest. "Let her breathe; you're the one who ate her out like she was your last meal."
"I did," Chan admitted, his hands sliding up from the floor to rest on Y/N’s hips, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin. "And it was perfect. You sounded so fucking beautiful, baby. The way you whimpered into San’s mouth while my fingers were deep inside your wet pussy..."
He trailed off, his dark eyes shifting toward the door to the recording booth. A spark of creative inspiration, mixed with pure, teasing mischief, lit up his face.
"You know..." Chan murmured, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive purr. "It's a fucking shame those sounds didn’t get recorded."
San raised an eyebrow, his grip on her waist tightening as he knelt beside her, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. "What are you thinking, Chan?"
"I’m thinking we should put those beautiful sounds to good use," Chan said, his thumb pressing firmly into her hip bone. "The booth is right there. It's fully soundproofed, the mics are set up, and I have a private project folder that absolutely no one else has access to. It will be just for us."
Y/N blinked, her mind still hazy and her body completely sensitive from her orgasm. "You want to record me... us?"
"I want to record you," Chan corrected softly, his eyes locking onto hers from below as his fingers brushed her wet folds. "I want to capture every single gasp, every little whimper you make when San bites you, and every wrecked scream when we fuck you senseless. Then, I'm going to mix it into a song to remember this...and if we like it enough, we can do it again sometime."
San’s breath hitched at the idea. He looked at Chan, then down at Y/N, his eyes dark with sudden, intense hunger. "A private track. I like the fucking sound of that. What do you think, baby? Want to go sing for us?"
The hazy, overwhelming weight of her orgasm mixed with Chan’s low, intense words, creating the perfect storm. As he told her exactly how they wanted to stretch her out and ruin her in that booth, something inside Y/N just gave way. The buzzing in her ears faded to a warm, heavy fog, her thoughts dissolving until all that was left was the heat of their bare bodies and the pull of their hands. She melted, her body turning loose and completely pliant, every nerve raw and exposed for them.
She went completely quiet, her eyelashes fluttering as she stared blankly at the space between them, her mouth parted slightly as a drop of drool nearly threatened to slip out, but no sound came.
Chan watched the shift happen in real time, his sharp eyes tracking as her focus softened and her posture went entirely lax against San's bare side. A knowing, tender smile replaced his wicked smirk.
"Hey," Chan murmured softly from the floor, his hands gently squeezing her hips to bring her back to them. "Look at me, princess. I asked you a question. Do you want to go sing for us in the booth?"
Y/N’s head lulled slightly, her big, glazed eyes slowly drifting down to meet his. She swallowed hard, her voice coming out as a tiny, breathless whisper.
"Yes, Daddy..."
Beside her, San let out a low, ragged breath at the slip, his bare chest expanding as he pressed hard against her back. The sudden, possessive heat radiating off his skin made her shiver, her thigh brushing against the rough fabric of his shorts where he knelt beside her. He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive column of her neck as his hand slid up her ribcage, his voice commanding.
"And what about me, baby? Are you going to be loud for me in there? Let me hear how pretty you scream when I'm sliding deep inside your pussy."
Y/N whimpered, the double hit of Chan’s heavy gaze from below and San's hot mouth on her neck sending a delicious shiver straight down her spine. She turned her face slightly into San’s bare shoulder.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, her fingers weakly curling into the waistband of his shorts. "I'll be loud for both of you."
San let out a low, guttural groan against her neck, his forehead pressing hard into her shoulder as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice incredibly strained. "You’re going to be the absolute death of us."
From the floor, Chan’s chest heaved. A dark, possessive sound rumbled deep in his throat, a heavy, approving growl that vibrated straight through her hips. "Good girl," he praised, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a mix of affection and intense desire. "So fucking good for us, princess."
Chan stood up, his towering, muscular frame looming over the couch. Without taking his eyes off her, he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his gym shorts and boxers, pushing them down his legs and kicking them aside. His thick cock, already fully erect and dripping.
He bent down and effortlessly scooped Y/N up into his arms. She instinctively clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her head lying against his broad shoulder as her warm breath fanned over his collarbone. She melted completely into his solid hold, trusting him entirely.
Cradling her close to his chest, Chan looked down at San, his gaze dark, commanding, and heavy with lust. “San, take off her shorts and panties.”
San immediately stood, his eyes darkening to pitch black as he stepped closer. He grabbed the elastic waistband of her shorts and panties together, and with a firm, swift pull, slid them down her trembling legs, leaving her beautifully naked from the waist down, her dripping, swollen pussy completely exposed for them.
With her ready, San didn’t waste another second. His hands moved to his own shorts, sliding them down his thick thighs and kicking them away. His girthy, heavy cock throbbed in the dim light, fully hard and eager.
San turned and followed close behind Chan as he carried her through the heavy wooden door and into the recording booth.
Chan carried Y/N into the booth, and San immediately claimed the chair in front of the microphone. Sitting down, San reached up and took Y/N right out of Chan’s arms, pulling her onto his lap.
As her trembling fingers gripped the hem of the hoodie to pull it over her head, Chan stepped in close and firmly captured her wrists. He looked down at her with a dark, wicked spark in his eyes.
"Ah-ah," Chan murmured, his voice sharp but dripping with sweet authority. "Leave it on, baby. The hoodie stays on until I say otherwise."
Y/N’s breath hitched, her fingers instantly letting go of the fabric as she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Daddy."
Chan smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before stepping back to adjust the hanging microphone. He positioned it perfectly, right in front of her face, so the equipment could catch every single moan.
"San, you take her first," Chan commanded softly, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, his eyes dark with anticipation. "I want to watch. And I want to hear how beautiful she sounds on this mic."
San’s eyes darkened with a sudden, intense hunger. He adjusted Y/N in his lap, turning her so her back pressed flush against his broad chest and her face pointed towards the microphone.
"Straighten your back, baby. Keep your head up so the microphone can pick you up," San murmured. His hot breath brushed the sensitive skin at the back of her neck as his large hands slid down, guiding her trembling thighs wide apart.
Y/N complied instantly, her spine straightening as she sat high on his lap, completely exposed and dripping. San gripped her waist, lifting her hips just enough to position the thick, pulsing head of his hard cock directly against her wet, aching entrance. The heavy, sliding friction as he aligned his thick shaft against her pussy made her whimper desperately.
"Look at you, princess," Chan praised softly from the corner of the booth, his eyes locked on her flushed, helpless face. "So beautiful, holding so still for us. You're doing so good, sweetheart."
San let out a low, rough chuckle against her ear. His hands slid up under the soft, heavy hem of the hoodie to grip her hips, his fingers digging deep into her soft skin as he slowly and relentlessly guided her down, impaling her on his cock in one deep, agonizingly heavy stroke that stretched her walls and filled her completely.
Y/N screamed, a high, wrecked sound of pure pleasure that tore from her throat. Her cheeks darkened with an intense, beautiful flush, the heat spreading rapidly down her neck as her body struggled to stretch around him.
San didn’t wait; he immediately established a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm, bouncing her on his lap. His thumbs dug hard into her hips to keep her anchored, leaving deep red marks under the bunched fabric of the hoodie.
"Oh, look at that," San murmured directly into her ear, his voice dripping with a lazy, almost sarcastic drawl that sent shivers down her spine. "Screaming your head off just because of a little stretch? You’re so incredibly sensitive, baby."
Y/N whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder, completely overwhelmed by the sharp, degrading bite of his praise.
San spat in his palm, and without breaking his rhythm, he slid his wet hand down between her legs. He spread his saliva over her swollen clit, using the slick friction to rub her clit aggressively, his fingers circling and pressing hard.
"Listen to her, Chan," San chuckled, his chest vibrating hard against her back as he drove up into her again, stretching her pussy to the absolute limit while his wet thumb worked her clit. "She’s making all these pathetic little noises just because she can barely fit me. Such a good girl."
"Oh, sweetheart, yes," Chan praised warmly, his voice a soothing, rich balm over her overstimulated senses as he leaned closer to the to watch her face. "Sing for us, baby. You sound so gorgeous. Daddy is so proud of how loud you're being."
"Look at how easily you take it," San groaned, his pace quickening as he established a relentless, driving pace. He bounced her hard against his lap, the wet, messy sounds of their bodies slamming together captured perfectly on the track. His compliments turned dirty yet sweet as he worshipped her body, pulling her back hard against his chest with every heavy, bottoming-out thrust. "Just a helpless little toy, getting ruined by us because you couldn’t keep your eyes off our cards. A total little addict for us, aren’t you? Such a good little pussy, stretching out and taking all of me so perfectly."
"Ah! Daddy, Sir!" Y/N sobbed, her head tossing back against San's shoulder.
San reached his hand down between her thighs, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing it with a firm, relentless pressure that made her hips jerk violently on his lap. At the same time, his other hand slid up under the oversized hoodie, his fingers catching her sensitive nipple and pinching it hard, rolling the tight peak in sync with the heavy rhythm of his thrusts.
San's teeth grazed her neck, sucking a dark mark into her skin as he rammed deeper, his thick cock hitting her sweet spot with every heavy, upward drive. The friction was dizzying, and her slick leaked down his thighs, making every stroke louder, wetter, and more intense. Chan reached out, his thumb catching her chin to turn her head, forcing her to look him right in the eye.
Her soft whimpers, ragged gasps, and loud, needy cries filled the booth, capturing every single raw, breathtaking sound on the mic as her internal muscles clamped down tight, desperately trying to hold onto San's thick cock while he ruthlessly fucked her to the brink of another orgasm.
The intense, rhythmic friction of San’s thumb against her clit combined with the heavy, deep drives of his cock was too much. Y/N’s body went completely rigid, her back arching off his chest as she screamed, a raw, beautiful peak of pleasure tearing from her throat. She shook violently, her inner walls clamping down hard and milking San as she came again, her fluids pouring over his thighs.
"Yeah, take it all, princess," San groaned, holding her hips steady as he rode out the tight, rhythmic squeezing of her release, finally losing control and shooting thick, hot ropes of his cum deep inside her pussy. He grunted heavily, his chest heaving as he filled her to the brim, taking his own heavy, growling orgasm deep inside her.
As they both came down from the peak, breathing heavily, Chan’s eyes darkened, turning possessive. He stepped forward, his hands wrapping around Y/N’s waist.
"My turn," Chan murmured, his voice leaving no argument.
He lifted her easily off San's lap. The slick, wet slide of San pulling out of her and the warm drip of his cum leaking down her inner thighs made her let out a soft, needy whimper, her legs dangling weakly. Chan didn't let her rest. He carried her to the wall of the booth, pressing her back firmly against the padded panel. He lifted her thighs, hooking her legs securely around his waist.
"Keep your head up, baby," Chan commanded softly, his chest heaving against her as he guided his thick, hard length past her drenched, cum-filled entrance. "Daddy's going to fill you up now."
With a low, possessive growl, Chan pushed forward, burying himself inside her in one thrust. Y/N gasped loudly, her fingers clutching at his broad shoulders as he began to drive into her with a heavy, relentless power.
San stood up from the stool and stepped in close to their side, bracing one hand against the wall right next to Y/N’s head.
"Look at her, Chan," San rasped, his voice dark and thick with heat. "So pretty and dumb, no thoughts except to be good for us."
Chan groaned, his hips slamming hard against hers, the wet, slapping sound echoing in the quiet booth. "She’s perfect. I want to build a track to her sounds, but honestly? I just want to put a baby in her."
Y/N’s eyes flew wide, her thoughts swirling at the words. "D-Daddy...?"
"You heard me, sweetheart," Chan murmured, leaning down to press a hard, hungry kiss to her lips, swallowing her sweet whimper before pulling back to drive deeper. "You’re so good for us. We should just keep you locked in one of our beds, take turns filling you up every single day until you’re pregnant"
San let out a low, rough chuckle, his hand reaching out to cup Y/N's cheek, his thumb brushing over her trembling lower lip. "Imagine how pretty she’d look with a swollen belly, completely knocked up by both of us. We’d have to take such good care of her. Keep her safe, keep her happy, and keep her constantly loaded with our cum."
"Yes," Chan growled, his pace turning fast and ruthless, his thick cock hitting her deep and hard, making her scream. "We’re going to do it, baby. We're going to breed you so good. Every single drop is going right inside you."
"Ah! Hah, Daddy, please!" Y/N cried out, completely overwhelmed by the brutal reality of being fucked while they talked about making her pregnant. Her body coiled tight, the sheer intensity of their possessive words combined with Chan’s punishing rhythm pushing her straight back toward the edge of another shattering orgasm.
Chan didn’t slow down; he drove into her one last, violent time, his body shuddering as he flooded her with his cum. He held her pinned against the wall, emptying himself completely into her before pulling out with a wet, heavy slap that left her sobbing at the sudden emptiness.
Y/N gasped, her head tossing back as a weak, desperate cry escaped. "Daddy, no, please! Daddy, don’t stop; it hurts. I was so close…" she complained, her fingers clawing weakly at his shoulders as her legs tightened around his waist. "Please don’t, I need to cum..."
Chan only chuckled, a deep, possessive vibration that rumbled right through his chest. He tightened his grip on her waist, sliding her slowly down his body.
"I know, sweetheart," Chan murmured, his voice incredibly soft yet completely unyielding. "But you’re going to take it exactly how we want. Be a good girl and don't complain."
Chan kneeled on the floor and pulled Y/N right onto his lap. He settled her facing away from him, her back resting against his chest, her legs spread wide over his thighs.
"Patience, Princess," Chan murmured, his chest heaving against her back as his strong arms wrapped around her waist to hold her secure. "Daddy and Sir want to keep playing with you."
San dropped to his knees on the floor between her splayed thighs, his eyes dark and ravenous as he looked up at her. With his large hands gripping her knees to pull them wider, San leaned down and buried his face directly into her pussy.
Y/N let out a loud, high-pitched scream when San's tongue flicked hard over her swollen, throbbing clit.
"That's it, sing for us, princess," Chan praised in a low, gravelly rumble, his hands sliding up under the heavy cotton of his hoodie to squeeze her breasts, his thumbs rolling her tight, hard nipples. "Listen to how loud you are. Don't hold back."
San was relentless, his tongue swirling and flattening against her, drinking her in while his thumbs dug into her thighs. The wet, sucking sounds of his mouth against her skin filled the booth, mixing with Y/N’s frantic, breathless begging.
"Look at her shake, Chan," San mumbled against her, his voice muffled but dripping with satisfaction. He pulled back for just a second, his chin glistening with her slick, before looking up at Chan. "She's so responsive, she's practically begging to be bred again."
"She is," Chan agreed, his grip tightening possessively on her waist as he watched San's mouth work. "We’re going to put so many babies in you, Princess. You are ours now."
Y/N sobbed, her head tossing back against Chan's shoulder as San buried his face back between her thighs, his tongue dipping deep inside her while his thumb relentlessly worked her clit. The dual sensation of Chan’s hands on her breasts and San's mouth between her legs snapped the final thread of sanity.
"Daddy! Sir, please—I'm cumming!" she screamed, her body seizing violently in Chan’s arms as a massive, shattering orgasm tore through her, her cum spilling directly onto San’s tongue as he sucked her through every intense shake.
Her body was still trembling from the last wave of pleasure as Chan’s hands shifted on her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
Before she could even catch her breath, Chan let out a low, rough growl, his hips jerking once more as he gripped her hips tightly, holding her shaking body flush against his chest. Y/N let out a broken, high-pitched whine, overwhelmed by the strength of his hold and the heat of his breath against her ear, her body limp and shaking.
"I know, baby, I know," Chan murmured, his deep voice vibrating soothingly against her back as he kissed her sweat-slicked shoulder. "But we're almost there. You're being such a good girl for us, princess. So incredibly good."
San slowly sat back on his knees, his chin and lips wet and shining, a heavy, dark satisfaction in his gaze. He lay down on the floor.
"Lay down with me, Princess," San rasped, his voice thick with lust as he looked up at them. "Come lie on my chest."
Chan leaned forward and carefully lifted Y/N, gently handing her down to San. San’s strong arms immediately wrapped around her, catching her and pulling her completely onto his broad, warm chest. She collapsed against him, her cheek resting against his bare shoulder, her limbs completely heavy and exhausted.
San slowly sat back on his knees, his chin and lips wet and shining, a heavy, dark satisfaction in his gaze. He lay down on the floor, stretching his long body out against the padded surface.
"Lay down with me, princess," San rasped, his voice thick with lust as he looked up at them. "Come lie on my chest."
Chan leaned forward and carefully lifted Y/N, gently handing her down to San. San’s strong arms immediately wrapped around her, catching her and pulling her completely onto his broad, warm chest. She collapsed against him, her cheek resting against his bare shoulder, her limbs completely heavy and exhausted.
Chan barely paused, moving to kneel between her legs as she lay sprawled over San. He gripped her hips, tilting them, and guided his cock back to her soaked pussy. As he pressed in, San lifted her hips, helping her slide down onto them both. She was stretched so wide she could only moan, her eyes rolling back, her body shuddering at the overwhelming fullness.
"Fuck, you’re incredible," Chan groaned, his voice rough by her ear, his grip tightening as he sank in.
San let out a low, shaky laugh, his breath warm on her shoulder. "Can you feel both of us, sweetheart? You’re taking us so well..so fucking good."
Y/N could barely form words, her moan breaking into a whimper. "I...I can’t...oh, god—"
Chan leaned forward, his lips brushing her cheek. "You can. You’re doing so well for us. Let us hear you."
Y/N cried out, San found her mouth, swallowing her pleas with a fierce, desperate kiss as he and Chan rocked her between them. They set a heavy, relentless rhythm, both driving deep, filling her so completely she could barely breathe.
"Yes, sweetheart, just like that," San groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down to squeeze her ass in tandem with the deep thrusts. "Such a good, sweet girl. Fucking beautiful."
"Look at you, princess," Chan praised, his voice a low, heavy rumble as he watched her face. "Taking both of us at the same time. Such a good girl, babygirl."
Their pace quickened, their hips slamming hard against her and sending waves of pleasure through her overstimulated body. The friction was unbearable, her pussy desperately clamping down around their cocks.
"Yes, just like that," Chan encouraged, his hand sliding down to press firmly against her swollen clit as they thrust. "Cum for us. Be a good girl and cum one more time."
The relentless, driving rhythm pushed her over the edge. Her pusst clamped down, and with a loud, wrecked sob directly into the her body convulsed as she squirted, her fluids spraying and drenching their thighs.
"Oh, look at you! Good girl!" San praised hoarsely, his chest vibrating beneath her as he felt the hot rush of her release. "Squirting all over us. Fuck so good, gonna make you do that over and over again."
"That's it, cum for us, princess," Chan growled, his own pace turning frantic as her tight, soaking release triggered theirs. "You did so well, baby."
They came hard, bodies moving out of sync, each chasing their own high. Chan’s fingers dug into her hip, his breath hot and uneven against her back. San just held on, jaw set, a gasp ripped from his throat as he came.
"Good girl, Y/N. You’re so perfect," Chan murmured, collapsing over her back, kissing her neck while San wrapped his arms tight around her, holding her securely to his chest as they all came down from the high, praising her over and over in the quiet booth. Y/N lay limp against San’s chest, her skin flushed and glistening, her mind empty from the sheer intensity of the climax.
Chan let out a long, shuddering breath as he slowly pulled out of her. Y/N let out a disappointed whimper. He leaned down, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to her forehead.
"You did so incredibly well, princess," Chan murmured, his voice rich and full of pride as he stroked her sweat-damp hair. "Daddy’s going to go set up the pull-out bed for us so we can cuddle. San is going to carry you there. Okay?"
When they finally slowed, Chan kissed her forehead and gently withdrew, leaving her still anchored securely against San. As Chan stood up and began to step away toward the heavy door of the booth, Y/N’s eyes flew wide with a sudden, desperate ache in her chest. Her mind felt empty and raw, and seeing him walk away felt like the end of the world. She reached out, her hand trembling, a broken whimper escaping her lips.
"No... Chan... don't go," she sobbed, her voice small and desperate.
"Hey, shh, look at me, baby. It's okay," San comforted softly, his low voice vibrating in his chest.
San wrapped his arms securely around her waist and sat up, pulling her up with him. As they shifted, he stayed buried deep inside her; the movement forced him even further into her sensitive pussy, the heavy fullness making her gasp and arch back against him.
"Oh, you're so needy right now, aren't you?" San cooed, burying his face in her neck to kiss the mark he’d left there. He held her up as she trembled in his arms. "You're so sweet. Just hold onto me, baby. I've got you. I'm not going anywhere."
"San... please... feels so full," she whimpered, her head falling forward. She instinctively shifted against him, searching for more stimulation.
"I know, sweet girl. I'm right here," San murmured, rocking her gently to soothe her. "Just breathe, princess. Daddy is making sure the bed is perfect for his princess."
"There she is," Chan said softly, his expression melting into pure warmth as he saw her flushed, dazed face. "Look at our sweet girl. Utterly wrung out."
San walked over to the bed and, slowly and carefully, began to lower her down. As he did, he finally, wetly slid out of her. Y/N let out a desperate, needy cry at the sudden emptiness, her hands clutching weakly at San's shoulders as she tried to pull him back.
"No, no, shh… let’s get you comfortable, princess," San cooed, laying her down onto the unfolded pull-out bed. He immediately climbed onto the bed beside her, pulling her upper body into his lap so she wouldn't feel abandoned, wrapping his arms tight around her chest. "See? I'm still right here. You're okay."
Chan sat on the edge of the bed by her legs, unfolding one of the clean towels. "You did so well for us, baby. We're just going to get you all clean and dry."
Y/N let out a soft, tired whimper, her mind still completely fuzzy as Chan gently parted her trembling thighs. He used the soft towel to wipe away their combined cum and the messy evidence of their release that had dripped down her legs with a delicate, thorough care that showed his devotion.
"Such a good girl," Chan praised warmly, his touch incredibly gentle as he cleaned her sensitive skin before tucking her securely against his chest.
"The best girl," San agreed, pressing sweet, lingering kisses to her shoulder and temple. To soothe her, San wrapped his arms securely around her waist and sat up, pulling her up with him. As they shifted, he remained buried deep inside her; the movement forced him even further ins. He moved in on her other side, wrapping his arms around her as well, effectively sandwiching her between them. The quiet, protective warmth of being held in the middle by both men finally lulled Y/N into a deep, contented sleep, with Chan and San settling in closely around her.
The next morning, the peaceful silence of the studio lounge was first interrupted by the heavy click of the door unlocking, followed by the casual, echoing chatter of Han and Changbin as they walked into the front entryway of their group's studio.
"I'm telling you, we need to adjust the bass on that track before we export it," Changbin was saying, his voice loud and clear in the quiet morning air.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, let's just grab the headphones first—" Han Jisung started, stepping around the corner of the partition wall that separated the entryway from the main lounge area.
Han's voice cut off instantly. His eyes landed directly on the pull-out bed, specifically zeroing in on the very prominent, fully bare view of Chan’s naked ass as he lay sleeping on his side. Changbin stepped around him, appraising the messy scene with a massive smirk. "Well. You guys were busy."
Han immediately spun around on his heel so fast he nearly tripped, slapping his hands over his eyes.
“There’s too much ass! Abort, abort!” he shrieked, his wildly flailing arms trying to push Changbin back around the corner to shield both of them from the view of their leader.
Changbin stepped around him, appraising the messy scene with a massive smirk. “Well. You guys were busy.”
Chan slowly blinked his eyes open, rubbing the sleep from his face to face his own members as his arm tightened around her waist.
Chan slowly blinked his eyes open, rubbing the sleep from his face to face his own members as his arm tightened around her waist. Y/N’s cheeks instantly turned a flaming, bright red. Thankfully, Chan had gently tugged the hem of her extra-long hoodie down over her bare lap and legs while she was half-asleep the night before; the oversized fabric bunched just enough to keep her covered. Still, she desperately burrowed her face into San's chest to hide from their gaze.
Beside her, San just let out a low, sleepy chuckle. With no blankets on the bed to hide under, he simply grinned lazily as he tugged her even closer against his bare torso, refusing to let her go.
Before Changbin could even open his mouth to retort, the loud, chaotic ringtone of his phone blared from his pocket. He pulled it out, raising an eyebrow at the caller ID.
"It's Wooyoung," Changbin muttered, putting his fellow '99-liner on speaker.
Immediately, Wooyoung’s loud, panicked voice crackled through the speaker, "Bin! Are you guys at the studio? You need to lock the doors right now! Seonghwa-hyung and Hongjoong-hyung tracked San's location after he didn't come home to the dorms last night, and they are mad as hell—
"Too late," a flat, incredibly dry voice cut in from the doorway.
Changbin slowly lowered his phone as ATEEZ's eldest, Seonghwa, stepped into the lounge, his arms crossed over his chest and his exasperation plain as day as he looked at the three of them. “If you end up on Dispatch, I’m not bailing you out. You three better use protection, or all your strawberry cake is mine.”
Hongjoong, ATEEZ's long-suffering leader, pinched the bridge of his nose as he stepped up right behind Seonghwa, letting out a heavy sigh at the sight of his mischievous member who had gone missing in action. “San, I love you, but I seriously thought Woo or Mingi would beat you to this. I’m way too young to be a grandpa.”
San only flashed his leader a lazy, victorious grin, tightening his grip to tuck Y/N securely back against him. On her other side, Chan hummed contentedly, refusing to even open his eyes to face his own members as his arm tightened around her waist, both of them absolutely refusing to move from their warm, comfortable afterglow.
A few minutes of awkward, quiet rustling followed as the audience of four stood waiting in the doorway. Chan and San finally groaned, rolling off the pull-out bed to hunt through the pile of clothes.
Y/N remained curled up in a tight ball on the bed, a little embarrassed, her knees pulled to her chest under the safety of the massive hoodie.
San hopped on one foot as he struggled to pull his shorts back up. Chan was just bothering with his boxers, rubbing his eyes.
Hongjoong crossed his arms, his sharp eyes darting between San and Chan. He raised an eyebrow, his leader instincts flaring. "Well? Seonghwa asked you a question. You did use protection, right, San?"
Chan and San stopped at the same time. They turned to look at each other, both instantly remembering the breathless, reckless talk of "putting babies in her" from the night before.
Both of them rubbed the back of their necks, blurting out the same sheepish:
Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction; anything said or done does not reflect on the real people involved.
Summary: While on your exchange program in Seoul, South Korea, you run into 2 very unlikely people who make your semester very eventful and very confusing.
~ Author's note! ~
Here is chapter 2 for you! I basically already had this one ready to go, that's why the first 2 chapters have been released so close together. I hope you enjoy this next part!
Unfortunately, you ended up waking up much earlier than you wanted to thanks to the sun filtering in through the thin curtains. Groaning, you forced yourself out of bed and into the bathroom to start getting ready for the day.
You head to the common area to get breakfast and see some of your other classmates already there. You nod to them as you grab a plate and help yourself to whatever it was that someone had made for sustenance. You sit at the table with everyone else and dig in, thinking about what today holds.
“What’s the schedule like today?” You ask, blearily.
“We’re going on a tour of the school’s campus today, and I think that's it.” Said one of your classmates.
“Professor said he had a surprise for us at the end of the tour this afternoon!” Piped up another one of your classmates.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I wonder what it could be.” The previous classmate mumbled.
Professor has a surprise for us this afternoon? Today will be a lot more interesting than you expected.
~ Time Skip, 3ish hours~
You were about done with the campus tour when your phone vibrated. You opened your notifications and saw a new message from Felix. You almost dropped your phone, completely shocked, as you had forgotten the run-in you had with him last night (literally).
You look back up from your phone after shooting off that text message and see your group staring at you. Flushing from ear tips to neck, you put your phone away in the bag that you brought with you. You apologize profusely and try to hide your embarrassment from getting caught not paying attention.
“As I was saying, since we are now done with the campus tour, I have a surprise for you all. We have been invited to tour the KQ Entertainment building and watch some filming for one of the groups’ dance practices. This is an extremely special honor, so please be respectful of the staff and the idols while we are there. Now, the vans are outside to take us to the building. Calmly, please make your way into a van so that we can head out.” Your professor said.
The gasps and other sounds of surprise rang out through your group, excitement coursing through everyone, including you.
Loaded into the vans, you and your classmates, along with your professor, were finally on the way to the KQ building. You pull out your phone and quickly go to your and Felix’s chat. He had sent you a few messages since you last looked at your phone.
You giggle silently at Felix’s worriedness. You guys only just met last night, and he’s already fussing over you.
You looked up from your phone quickly and saw that your van, along with the others, was pulling into a parking garage.
You giggled quietly at Felix’s last message to you before closing the app and turning off your phone.
Once the vans were parked, you all climbed out and sorted yourselves to look slightly more presentable as you were approached by one of KQ’s staff members and a couple of security guards.
“Good afternoon, everyone! We are so excited that you all are here. My name is Ji-ah, and I will be the one leading your tour today. These two gentlemen are Tae-joon and Beom-seok, they have your guest passes. Please keep them on at all times while on premises.” The lady, Ji-ah, said, introducing herself and the two security guards.
The men started handing out the guest lanyards to everyone.
“While they are handing out the passes, please listen as I have a few things to go over with you all.” Ji-ah added.
Everyone either nodded their heads or gave a noise of affirmation.
“While you are in the building, you cannot take any photos or videos. It is for the privacy of our idols and trainees. This includes any of the dance or recording studios, we have our own film team working on behind-the-scenes content that is on a specific schedule. You all are the first group that we are taking on a tour like this. We would like to start offering more tours for students like you all, but we cannot continue them if anything were to be posted from the trial group. Also, please be mindful of the spaces you enter. There could be trainees or idols practicing, studying, or resting anywhere in the building.” Ji-ah continued, her tone and facial expression serious.
“Now that everyone has their guest lanyards, let's head on inside and start the tour!”
Everyone cheered and followed the security guards and Ji-ah inside.
~ Le Time Skip, about 3 more hours later ~
The tour and the dance practice filming are over. Your class got to observe one of the newer KQ groups called Xikers, they were practicing their choreography for their new song called OKay. The way they practice is so efficient and clean, it is insane! And they’re all so in sync with each other too, guess that happens when you spend literal days practicing with each other nonstop. Another plus was that your class got to meet with Xikers and ask them questions. You couldn’t stop the excited trembling in your body, you had seen them on tour with ATEEZ just under a year ago and now here you are meeting them and conversing with them!
You eventually had to slip out of the practice room as you needed to use the bathroom. You had let your professor and Ji-ah know where you were going before leaving the room. Heading to the bathroom you spotted on your way to the practice rooms, you were moving a little fast as you had been holding it for a while.
You felt so much better after your bathroom trip, refreshed and less shaky now you head back towards the practice room you knew everyone else was in. You were checking your notifications, seeing a couple from Felix as he had sent you a couple photos throughout the time you were on the tour. Most of them were of the other Stay Kids members either practicing, recording, producing, or just hanging out. The others were just a bunch of goofy selfies he took of either just himself or with some of the other members. Being distracted by all of Felix’s photos, you didn’t notice someone coming out of another practice room and bumped into them, dropping your phone in shock.
You bent down to pick up when you noticed another hand reaching for it at the same time. You looked up and almost fell over. It was Park Seonghwa of ATEEZ! While you were distracted by the beautiful man infront of you, he ended up grabbing your phone and holding it out to you.
“Here, I think you dropped this.” His voice was so soothing and calm, it snapped you out of your reverie.
“Ah, yes.Thank you, Seonghwa-ssi. I am terribly sorry for bumping into you.” You said, taking your phone from him and bowing a full 90 degrees to show respection and appreciation.
“There’s no need for that, it was also partially my fault for the incident as well. Please stand and Seonghwa is just fine..” He chuckled, a hand on your shoulder as you come back up. “Are you with the group that is on the tour?”
“Yes, I am. I should get back to them before Ji-ah suspects I am doing something I am not supposed to.” You laugh nervously as you begin walking back towards the Xikers current practice room.
“I’ll come with you, that way we can both tell Ji-ah what happened and that it was an accident.” Seonghwa said, keeping pace beside you. “I would also like to treat you to dinner for the incident, don’t need my Atiny thinking I don’t apologize correctly.” He said, turning to look at you and give you a quick wink.
You blush instantly and look away quickly. “Ummm ok, that would nice. Thank you, Seonghwa. Perhaps we could do lunch or dinner tomorrow, I have plans tonight.”
“I don’t have a schedule tomorrow so lunch works perfectly. May I get to know my Atiny’s name? Or should I just leave you as My Atiny in my contacts?” Seonghwa asks, holding out his hand for your phone.
You didn’t think you could get any redder but you proved the impossible. You opened you contacts page and handed your phone over to him.
“My name is Y/N.” You say, eyeing him as he input his phone number into his contacts.
“A beautiful name for my beautiful Atiny.” He says, handing back your phone with a sweet smile.
“Thank you, Seonghwa. I will text you later when we are back at our dorms.”
“We should head in and explain your extended bathroom visit.” He laughs.
You chuckle nervously as Seonghwa opens the door for you. You enter the practice room again and everyone looks towards you and the eldest member of ATEEZ.
“My apologies, everyone. I am just returning this one to your group. We had an accidental run-in while she was making her way back.” He smoothly fibs.
“Ahh there you are. We were worried about you, Adriana!” Your professor exclaimed.
You smiled shyly and made your way back over to your group of classmates. You gave a small wave of goodbye to Seonghwa before he turned to leave. He gave you a quick cheeky wink before heading back out the door.
It was only a few minutes later that everyone was escorted back to the parking garage where your vans were located. You all loaded up and headed back to the dorms and that was when you decided to message Seonghwa.
Swiping over to Felix’s chat, you shoot him a quick message as well.
You look up when the van stops and see that you were back at the dorms.
You turn off your phone and place it in your bag so you can depart the van. You are basically a tightly wound ball of energy as you and the rest of you classmates head back to your dorm block.
“Whats got you so energized right now, Y/N?” Your classmate next to you asks.
“Oh, I’m going to dinner with a friend of mine that I haven’t seen in a while, and I’m pretty excited to see them.” You say, smoothly covering the real reason with a semi-lie.
“Oh, that will be nice! Have fun!” They said, going to their own room.
You nod and quickly make your way over to your room so you can start getting ready. As soon as you set your phone down on your bed, it vibrates. It was a text from Felix again.
You smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. You didn’t really pack anything fancy, so that's a major relief. Your phone vibrates again in your hand, and when you look at the notification, it's from Seonghwa!
You just about melted from how sweet Seonghwa’s message was. Definitely a stark contrast to Felix’s high-energy goofiness. You finish getting ready quite quickly and shoot Felix a text letting him know that you’re on your way.
Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction; anything said or done does not reflect on the real people involved.
Summary: While on your exchange program in Seoul, South Korea, you run into 2 very unlikely people who make your semester very eventful and very confusing.
~ Author's note ~
Hi everyone!! This is my first post, so please be kind. I originally wrote this for a friend of mine, and it is going to be a several-part series. Please enjoy the first part!
You and your friends have just arrived in Seoul, South Korea, for your cultural exchange program for University.
Everyone is jetlagged and super hungry, so you all head out for dinner at a local convenience store. Buldak, tteokbokki, cheese sticks, kimbap, beef balls, and as much banana milk as you can drink.
So distracted by all the delicious snacks, food, and drinks, you didn’t realize your other friends had already left, taking their food back to their dorm rooms to eat instead of staying at the store.
You finish eating as quickly as you can without choking and start making your way back to the dorms. Too distracted by trying to follow the directions on your phone, you accidentally run into someone, almost knocking them over.
You reach out and grab their arm to steady them back on their feet.
“I am so sorry; I was not paying attention to where I was going.” You say as you help them.
Looking into their eyes, you finally see their face, pale and freckled, framed by shoulder-length blond hair. This person is unmistakably Felix Yongbok Lee, one of the 8 members of Stray Kids.
“S’alright. No harm done.” He says, his baritone Aussie accent immediately recognizable.
You are freaking out internally, having never planned for this particular situation, since you never thought it would happen in your lifetime.
You take a second to catch your breath and reorganize your thoughts before speaking.
“It’s not alright; you could have ended up getting hurt if I didn’t catch you. Please let me make it up to you in some way.” You say, staring up into his deep chocolate irises. “At least let me buy you lunch or dinner!”
Felix is taken aback by the request, an obvious look of shock crossing his face slowly melting into a soft smile.
“Alright. Dinner will work the best for me with my practice schedule. Gimme your phone so I can give you my number; it will be easier to coordinate everything.” His soft tone soothes your nerves.
You hand him your phone, and he enters his number and sends himself a text before handing it back over to you.
You smile back at him as you receive your phone back.
“My name is Y/N, by the way. Just so you can have a name for the contact.” You laugh nervously, pocketing your phone, completely forgetting that you need the directions back to your dorm.
“Y/N, that is a beautiful name. Are you from the States? What are you doing here in Seoul?” Felix asked, genuinely curious.
“Ah, yes, I am. I’m here for an exchange program for my University. I’ve been looking forward to it for a long time.” You say, a wide smile taking over your face.
For the first time since you ran into each other, Felix takes you in as a whole, noticing the Stray Kids baseball jersey you’re wearing over a plain black tank top and denim shorts.
His soft and curious gaze turns into one of recognition.
“You’re a STAY? Guess I don’t need to introduce myself then.” He giggles, a slight flush over taking his freckled cheeks.
You look down and flush as well, remembering that you’re wearing your SKZ jersey.
“Hahaha, yeah... I just landed earlier today with my other classmates, and I threw it on when we left the dorms earlier to grab dinner. Although it seems that they had ditched me at the convenience store.” You laugh nervously.
“Those don’t seem like very good classmates, ditching you like that. You must be exhausted from traveling; I’ll let you get back to your dorm. I should probably get back to my own before Chan starts calling all worried. Do you know your way back to your campus dorms?”
“Oh yeah, I have the directions on my phone so I should be fine!” You said, pulling your phone out and opening the maps again.
“Alright, please let me know when you get back safely. It was nice meeting you, Y/N. I look forward to our dinner tomorrow.” Felix smiled warmly before turning away and waving goodbye.
“I will. Goodnight, Felix!” You called after him.
He turned and flashed you a smile that made your entire body melt on the spot.
You returned to your phone and saw the time: it was nearly midnight, and you had several notifications from your friends asking where you were. You typed back that you were on your way back from the 7/11 you all went to and you chewed them out for leaving you all by yourself.
You eventually made it back to your dorm and you collapsed onto your bed, exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally.
After 5 or so minutes, you peeled yourself off the bed and grabbed your suitcase to get ready for bed. Pulling on your PJs and starting your nighttime routine, you felt your phone vibrate as you received a text right as you were about to head to the bathroom.
You set your phone down and grab your clothes, ready once again to head to the bathroom when another buzz sounds. You pick it up with your free hand and see it’s another notification from Felix.
You place your phone down again and head for the bathroom before you can give your phone a chance to buzz with another notification.
After getting back from the bathroom, you check your phone one last time and see Felix has sent a snoozing emoji in response. You chuckle to yourself before finding your phone charger and plugging it in and then collapsing into bed once again.
It’s a good thing that the University is giving you the next couple of days off so you can adjust to the time difference and explore a bit before starting up classes because you know that you are definitely not going to be waking up before noon.
