Summary: Chan watches a weird movie and can't get a song out of his head. He keeps singing it over and over, not knowing the consequences of his actions.
Or, How Chan unknowingly manifested a soulmate a little too hard and everyone paid the price.
Ship: Minchan (background Hyunlix, Seungsung and Jeongbin)
Rating: E
Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Fluff, It's a cute fic and not too serious, every character is a bit crazy, Attempt at Humor, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Eventual Smut, Minchan Centric.
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Author’s Note: Thank you @effingmeteors for beta reading!
This fic was written for the Minchan Gallery of Stories event and beta read by Mai, thank you for always encouraging me and helping me. There is art to accompany this fic and it was created by @bunnymimho on twitter! Thank you for working with me and being super patient with my very slow process.
Posting every day until the fic is finished.
Total Word Count: 15k
Chan watched the TV incredulously, trying to take in the final scene in the movie. Nemo, the main character, laughed and his life started to reverse, every single decision he’d made undoing itself until there was nothing left. The song ‘Mr. Sandman’ played over the ending scene just like it had every time he’d loop back in time to experience something different. Chan had lost count of how many times he’d heard the song in the past two hours, but if he had to guess, it was somewhere between thirty and fifty times. The song itself was not the problem; he quite enjoyed it, even if it had played so many times, but the movie was just too weird.
He turned the TV off and stared into space for a moment. ‘Mr. Nobody’ was definitely a movie that would stick to his brain like an old piece of gum at the bottom of his shoe on a hot summer day. Felix knew that Chan enjoyed a good odd movie, that’s why he recommended it to him but… this movie just didn’t sit right with him. He really, truly, didn’t understand the ending at all, not even to venture a theory on it.
Frustrated with himself, he ended up reading theories on reddit, but none of them made sense entirely. Finally, he found a single theory that explained enough, filling in the gaps and leaving Chan to cross check all the info with what he had been able to gather from the story.
“My understanding is that since the Angels of Oblivion forgot Nemo, he can remember all possible futures. When faced with the decision to choose between his mom and dad he visualizes all futures and realizes that he dies young in all 3. By not choosing either, he lives on until old age. Once he sees himself die at an old age, he decides that even though he dies young, his best choice is following true love with Anna. However, time goes backwards (universe contracting) and he decides to go back through the lifeline that he was with Anna in (even though he drowned, since he revives underwater). So he chose Anna without choosing to stay with either of his parents. He lived to old age by living alone, then fell back onto a different lifetime when the world went in reverse. As shown, people can still make decisions in reverse and are not bound to the emotions that happened (ie. Nemo laughing underwater as air goes back into him. Nemo’s parents kissing as the broken vase assembles itself back onto their hands).”
Sighing, Chan threw his phone on the couch and groaned; he could feel a headache coming. The plot was like a puzzle that refused to be solved. He decided then that he would never watch the movie again; he didn’t regret watching it but… it was not an experience that he wanted to repeat.
His phone dinged next to him, he lazily stretched and smiled when he saw Felix’s name on the screen.
He opened the message as he started singing absentmindedly.
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (pam, pam, pam, pam)
Give him two lips like roses and clover (pam, pam, pam, pam)
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over…”
“Did you watch it?”
“Yeah”
“How was it?”
“I don’t know
It was interesting but I don’t think I fully understood it.
Thanks for the recommendation still”
“Ah, it happens. I’m glad that you found it interesting at least.”
“Hey I think I’m going to bed early
I’m so tired for some reason”
“You?
Heading to bed early?
Should I call an ambulance?”
“It’s your fault
I think this movie really used up all my brain power”
“Whatever you say old man.
See you tomorrow. Don’t be late!”
“Wouldn’t want to deprive you of your free breakfast.
We’ll just have to hide it from my tyrant of a manager”
“I’ll tell him you said that.”
“He won’t believe you, I am an angel.”
“I have written evidence right here!”
*Message deleted*
“I took a screenshot before you deleted it.”
“Whatever, he can’t read anyway”
*Felix has sent two screenshots*
“Aaaaaaah!!”
“Good night Channie!”
“Night night Lixie.”
Chan smiled and stumbled to the bathroom, hastily brushing his teeth and washing his face before rushing to bed. He barely remembered resting his head on the pillow and a soft melody playing in his mind before he was fully out.
---
Chan sprayed his favorite scent over the tables in his area of the restaurant and did a general wipe down as the last couple left the restaurant. ‘Volcano’ was a well known romantic spot for young couples, as well as having its own area for those who wished to eat alone. The food was not only amazing but also very instagramable and that gave them a steady string of customers through the entire day.
“Please, no more! I’m begging you! It’s been an hour and I can’t take it anymore, I swear!” Jisung said, pulling his best wet puppy look.
Chan snorted. “Sorry, was that too much? I didn’t mean to make your ears bleed.”
Jisung shook his head. “You know I love your singing voice, hyungie, but at least sing something else.”
“I can't, it's an earworm!” Chan laughed. “It’s all the way deep into my brain!”
“Eeeeewwww, oh my god! Please, take the rest of the day off and go to the doctor, get some meds. I don’t want to catch your ear worms.” He shivered and covered his ears with his hands.
Felix threw his head back and laughed so hard he could hardly breathe. Chan face-palmed and shook his head.
“What?” Jisung asked with a pout.
“Lix recommended a movie that used that song a lot and it's been stuck in my head since I watched it,” Chan explained.
Jisung frowned. “What does that have to do with your ear worms?”
“Sungie,” Felix said with an adoring smile, “an earworm is an expression people use when a song gets stuck in their head. They are not actual worms.”
“Oh,” he said, turning red as a beet. He grabbed his phone and started typing away.
“I’m honestly offended that you thought I had worms all the way up into my brain and you didn’t worry!” Chan said.
“Of course I worry about you, but you never take me seriously if my concerns are about you, so I had to say I didn’t want to catch them. Also, look! Ear worms do exist!” He turned his phone towards them with a proud smile.
“Hmm, I didn’t know that,” Chan admitted.
“That’s actually a great strategy, baby. You are so smart!” Felix said.
“I know!” Jisung beamed.
Chan pulled Jisung into a hug. “Thank you for worrying about me, Sungie. You are the best manager-turned-friend I’ve ever had. I just wish I knew when you are joking.” He pressed a kiss to Jisung’s temple.
“No making out on the job!” Felix said, digging into the omelette that was surely ice cold by now.
“You don’t even work here!” Chan said.
“I’m a paying customer and I demand decency.”
“You did not pay, baby,” Jisung reminded him.
“And I am not going to pay either. I was invited.”
“You are always invited,” Jisung said.
“That's exactly why I love you.”
“Only for the free food?” Jisung pouted.
“Yes,” Felix said and leaned in to kiss Jisung but he was too quick and ducked out of the way.
Chan snorted and stretched his back until it popped, already starting to think about his plans for the night. He zoned out for a moment and began to sing again.
Felix looked at him pensively. “Maybe you are ready to settle down, so you are asking for a proper boyfriend subconsciously. It sounds like you are asking the universe to send you a man so desperately.”
Chan blinked, startled back into reality by that comment. “Fuck off! I’m not desperate, I've just given up. I would love to have a proper boyfriend, but the last two years have been a disaster in that field. At this point, I’m convinced I'll die alone and I've made my peace with it.”
Felix and Jisung shared a look and smirked, which immediately worried Chan. That was never good. They had a tendency to come up with all sorts of theories, plans and stories to fill their free time and he didn’t want to be in the eye of the hurricane - again.
Summary: Jeongin's chance to confess his feelings to his childhood friend are slipping away so he decides to enlist his adoptive parent's help.
Ship: Jeonglix
Rating: E
Word Count: 5.2k
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Getting Together, Smut, First Time, Alternate Universe - College/University, Parents Han Jisung & Lee Minho
A/n: This was written for the Rarepair Fest on twitter. I hope this isn't confusing to you but Innie has 2 dads: Minho and Jisung. He calls Jisung mom, so you will see Mom and He in the same sentence at times. Both are cis men, it's just a term of endearment.
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Jeongin woke up drenched in sweat, his pyjamas sticking to his body, his breath raging from exertion. He blinked repeatedly, trying to get his eyes to focus aided only by the moonlight coming through the curtains. The last thing that he remembered was crawling into bed after dinner and scrolling in his phone until sleep pulled him under. He sat up, reaching for the water bottle he kept on his night stand and drank messily, half of the liquid spilling out of the corners of his mouth as he struggled to quench his thirst.
Huffing, he lay back down and kicked the covers off. It looked like this would be yet another sleepless night ahead to avoid the torment that waited for him in his dreams.
He threw his arm over his eyes, trying to get his mind to settle, but it was no use; there was no escape.
“Innie, ah! Don’t stop!” Felix’s voice still lingered in his mind. His treacherous subconscious, making up scenarios every night where he confessed his feelings to his best friend and things progressed fast, so natural and easy; but that wasn’t real - it would never be.
Felix had been his best friend since the first grade, always at his side, sharing secrets, holding his hand every time he was too shy to interact with the other kids and defending him from anyone who tried to drag him into a fight for being smaller.
That was one of the main roadblocks in his quest for love: Felix only saw Jeongin as a little brother, often going on and on about how adorable and innocent he was, how he got cuteness aggression every time he did anything even remotely sweet. On the other hand, Jeongin craved Felix’s attention and acting cute was a foolproof way to get it, so he sometimes succumbed to the temptation of being cute for his love, just to get a crumb of praise and affection.
Then came the sexuality issue: Sometimes, Felix seemed to have at least some level of attraction to men, but the next moment he was positively drooling after some girl he found hot. Yes, he could still be bisexual, but that didn't help with his jealousy problem, nor did it help matters. After all, he wasn’t sure if he even had a small chance to seduce Felix because his friend had never discussed his sexuality with him despite them keeping secrets for each other. Also, Jeongin was fairly certain that Felix had hooked up with at least one of the girls who'd had a crush on him and the mere possibility made him want to crawl into a ditch and die.
On his end, Jeongin had taken way too long to figure out his own sexuality and, by the time he noticed, he’d fallen for his friend, they had graduated Highschool, and started University. It was a topic he still hadn’t shared with anyone either.
Back then, he’d almost lost Felix to a University in Jinju, but after some thoughtful consideration, he’d decided to move to Seoul like Jeongin. Now, almost a year later, Jeongin was once again at risk of losing him, of missing his chance. In the past few months, Felix had become quite close with a girl in his dance class and she would be switching universities soon. Lisa had every intention of stealing Felix from him, constantly trying to convince him to switch with her but Felix was still undecided. The worst part was that she was just as beautiful as Felix was; they truly looked like a celebrity couple walking around campus with their perfect faces, golden skin and soft hair.
Honestly, Jeongin had tried to block the topic in his mind. He tried to distract himself by throwing himself into his studies, going to the gym more times that was advisable or healthy, and even hanging out with the crew of girls who was always after him because they thought he looked like a baby fox. None of it worked; he still felt devastated and he could feel himself slowly getting sick, his immune system starting to decline after so much stress.
The thought of losing Felix before they even tried dating made Jeongin nauseous, so he'd been avoiding him for the past few weeks. It needed to stop: He needed to do something before he missed his last chance.
He groaned, rubbing his face with both hands and pulling at his own hair.
What was a closeted fool in love to do? Normally, he would ask Felix for advice but that was obviously out of the question, so his parents were the only choice. They were gay and in love, so surely they could shed some light on the topic. With summer approaching fast, the situation was reaching the point of no return.
Letting out a deep sigh, he sat up against the headboard and turned on his night light, frowning until his eyes adjusted.
He unlocked his phone and checked the time. It was 2 am already but if he didn’t talk to them now, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.
Opening the chat with his mom, he started typing. He paused, what if they were sleeping? It was better to send a tentative text first.
To Mom:
“Mom”
His phone started ringing immediately, making him smile.
“Baby!” He shrieked. “I’ve missed you so much! How lovely of you to text me on a Saturday night. Are you out partying and drinking?” He giggled.
“Han-ah, you know Yen-ah doesn’t go to parties,” his other dad mumbled between some kissing noises.
“Can you guys not do that with me on the phone?” He said, still smiling and rolling his eyes. “Dad is right, I’m in bed and I couldn’t sleep. Sorry for texting so late.”
“Nevermind that, what have we always told you?” his mom said.
“You can always talk to us, no matter the time,” Jeongin said.
“Exactly! Can you turn on the camera? I want to see your handsome face!” His mom asked, turning the camera on on their end. Jisung and Minho’s faces filled the screen, their smiles wide and settled, the same way they had been his entire life since the day they adopted him. They were so in love it was disgusting - in a cute way.
“I am a mess, sorry,” he said, turning his camera on. He winced when he saw himself all sweaty and red, his hair sticking up in weird places.
“Someone got into bed without a shower,” his dad teased. Jisung slapped his chest playfully.
Jeongin snorted. “I did have a shower actually, I just snoozed for a bit and had a nightmare.”
“Oh, my baby! Are you ok?” Jisung frowned.
“Yeah, I just have some things on my mind. That’s why - I just, I thought you could maybe help me.”
“What’s up?” his dad asked, his smile slipping.
“I have a crush on this person and I don’t know how to tell them. How did you do it?” Jeongin bit his lip, unsure on how to continue.
“Oh, baby!” Jisung smiled brightly. “I’ve been waiting for this!” He turned to Minho. “Didn’t I tell you, Jagi?”
His dad nodded with a hesitant smile. “It’s true, he did! When are you going to tell him?”
Jeongin’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Lixie, when are you going to tell him?” His mom asked. “His mom will be so excited!”
Minho squinted at him pensively. “Was it supposed to be a secret? We’ve always known you had a crush on each other but we thought you would figure it out on your own.”
“I hadn’t even told you I’m gay!” Jeongin said, quickly realizing his mistake and slapping his hand over his mouth.
“My love, We've been gay way longer than you have been alive. We love you, we see you. We see the way you look at him; the way you have always looked at him, with stars in your eyes,” Jisung said, looking elated.
Minho nodded at his side.
“Do you think he knows?” Jeongin asked, feeling a bit terrified at the prospect.
“I think he either knows or he suspects,” his dad said.
“Why didn’t he say anything then? Maybe he doesn’t like me back…” Jeongin’s voice shook as he tried not to spiral. Could that be true? Had he been too blind to see?
Jisung shook his head, pointing the phone to the picture on his bedside table. It had been taken on Jeongin's middle school graduation day: he had his arms wrapped around Felix, hugging him from behind. While Jeongin was smiling at the camera, Felix had his face turned towards him and was staring at him with adoration.
Jeongin smiled. He remembered that day so clearly, sitting beside Felix and holding his hand until it was their turn to go, running his thumb over the other's fingers and raising his head to find a wide smile directed at him; only at him. Maybe his parents were right, maybe it would all work out in the end.
“Some people say more with their acts than with words. He adores you and drops anything and everyone over you; his mother laughs about it all the time,” Jisung said. “Bring him home with you the next time you visit and we’ll find an excuse to leave so you can have a date here, where you fell in love.”
“Ok, thanks mom!” Jeongin said, feeling equally excited and nervous. “I can't believe this is actually happening!”
“Stay out of our condoms and lube stash, son!” His dad said, joking… but also not.
“Ew, dad!”
Jisung screeched. “Don’t say ew! I didn’t carry you for nine months for you to find us nasty!”
“Mom, you didn’t carry me,” Jeongin laughed and Jisung gasped.
Minho rolled his eyes. “Maybe we should start trying for our next one. This one is too old to love his parents properly.”
“Do you mean it?” Jisung said with shining boba eyes.
“Of course, yeobo!”
“Hey, hey, no replacing me! And no weird stuff while on a call with me!” Jeongin said without malice.
“Yeah yeah,” Jisung said, speaking to Jeongin but his eyes never leaving Minho’s. “Good night, baby!”
The call was disconnected before he could even reply. Well… at least now he had a plan.
---
The trip home was pure heaven, with music in his ears and his love sleeping on his shoulder, there was nothing Jeongin would’ve changed.
“I'm so excited to see your dads again!” Felix said, clinging onto him while they waited to be picked up.
“They are excited to see you too! They miss you, you know?”
Felix looked at him and smiled covering his face with his hands. “I miss them too, they are like my second family.”
Jeongin could have sworn his cheeks were flushed under his sweater paws, or maybe he was starting to imagine things. “Don't say that in front of mom; he will cry,” he laughed.
“We can't have that, I'll cry too!” Felix smiled, but his expression slowly soured . “I've missed you too, you know?” He said, seriously. “It's like we never hang out anymore.”
Jeongin bit his lip and hung his head in shame. “I know, I... I've been working on myself. Had some things to figure out. I'm sorry for neglecting you.”
Felix frowned. “You could have told me, I'm your best friend! You don't need to go through things alone, you know I-”
“I know, I know. I just needed-” Jeongin tried.
“There they are! We have been looking for you!” Jisung said. “Oh, look at you Yongbokkie! So tall, so namja!” He squeezed the blond’s biceps.
“Thank you,” Felix laughed, pulling Jisung into a hug. “I can't wait to show you this new drama I'm watching! The plot is so fun!”
“Ooooh, tell me all about it!” Jisung said, dragging Felix towards the car and leaving Jeongin and his dad to carry all the luggage.
“He didn't even say hi to me!” Jeongin pouted. He honestly didn't mind, he loved that his parents adored Felix almost as much as he did.
His dad shrugged and grabbed the suitcases, following them silently, leaving three bags to Jeongin.
---
Just as they were settling in, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
“Come in,” said Jeongin, sitting in bed next to Felix.
The door opened slowly and Jisung peeked in. “You guys have dinner in the fridge. Your father and I are going on a date.”
“Aww,” Felix pouted. “I was looking forward to game night after dinner, or maybe watching something together.”
“I know, I know! We'll watch shows together tomorrow since we'll probably stay at a hotel to avoid driving back so late, so don't wait up,” His mom said looking pointedly at Jeongin.
“Oh, alright,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant. But he wasn't , in fact he was very chalant.
The door shut with a soft click and Felix stood, immediately taking his T-shirt off and throwing it on the ground before rummaging around in his bag.
Jeongin's mouth was dry, as dry as the desert. He tried to look away, but he couldn't help it. He'd seen Felix's chest before, of course, but not since he figured out his feelings. His golden skin was absolutely perfect, his previously soft muscles were more defined, especially his abs and his back. When he leaned down, his shorts clung to his ass perfectly, making it evident that he wasn't wearing anything under them, his thighs looked so biteable too.
“Innie,” he said, looking over his shoulder.
“What!?” Jeongin said, his eyes wide, hoping that he hadn't been caught staring like a creep. He leaned forward, trying to casually cover the growing tent in his pants.
“Is there an extra towel in the bathroom?”
“Yeah, under the sink. Do you need anything else?”
Felix bit his lip and blushed, looking away for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “Do you have any underwear I can borrow? It's stupid but I think I left the small packing cube at home. I can just go without, if you’re not comfortable sharing.”
There was a devil sitting on his shoulder, whispering into Jeongin's ear not to share so Felix would sleep with him, in his bed, with no underwear; while there was a second devil on his other shoulder, telling him to lend his friend a tight pair so that he could know, and potentially see, his love wearing his underwear. “Uh, sure! You can grab one from the drawer, the second one from the top.” He let out a small sigh and lay back on the bed. Knowing that Lix was wearing his underwear would have to be enough, he refused to be the kind of guy who gave out skimpy clothes to thirst over him.
He heard the drawer open and close. “Thanks,” said Felix and picked up his things before leaving him to stew in his dirty thoughts.
The sound of the shower running made him swallow and shut his eyes. He was trying with all his might to not picture Felix naked and he was failing miserably. He could see it as clear as day: the vapor slowly filling the room, a tanned hand dipping under the stream to check the temperature before stepping in. A strong back under the shower, the water slowly cascading down to the smallest waist known to man. Lathered hands running a washcloth over the supple skin of his buttcheeks, muscles shifting underneath.
Jeongin gasped and with the shower still running, he felt confident enough to run his hand down his chest, caressing his abs before palming himself over his shorts. He barely hesitated, squeezing his length through the fabric, twitching in anticipation for what was to come and biting back a moan.
He pictured those tiny hands travelling down, rubbing the back of his thighs before leaning down to wash his calves, almost exposing his rim.
His breath caught in his throat. If he didn't get off before Felix was done, it was going to be pure torture. He needed to get on with it. He shoved his shorts down and wrapped his hand around his shaft with a sigh, slowly working the skin up and down.
In his vision, Felix turned around, letting water run down his face, his eyes closed as he rubbed his chest with the washcloth, paying extra attention to his nipples, gasping at the rough feeling.
Jeongin's hand sped up, but the dryness felt wrong. Without a second thought, he spat on his palm and continued, a smile forming on his lips as his pleasure began to spike. He groaned, his breath coming out faster and faster.
The washcloth finally made its way to Felix’s cock. The memory of the one time he'd seen Felix nude out of the corner of his eye was a bit hazy, but it was still enough for his imagination to fill in the gaps. The perfect, dusty pink head, leading to a gorgeous darker shaft and perfectly proportional sack right below. The washcloth fell with a wet thud as Lix wrapped his tiny hand around his cock and stroked it with a soft grip, teasing himself.
“Nhg, Lix!” Jeongin bit his lip. He was almost there, almost!
Felix opened his eyes as if he'd heard him and stared right back at him; a dark gaze full of desire.
Jeongin's back arched off the bed as he came all over his hand, his chest and part of his neck. He opened his eyes, trying to calm himself down and letting his muscles relax for a bit until he heard the daunting sound of the shower shutting off. “Shit!” He whispered, taking his clothes off entirely, wiping the come off himself and wrapping a towel around himself. He rushed to open the window, hoping it would help with the smell. Then, he walked over to the mirror, and examined himself, making sure that there was no evidence left of his terribly timed activities.
He looked a mess, red up to his ears, sweaty, wild hair, but he could pass it off as being too hot. Or so he thought. Thankfully, by the time Felix came out of the bathroom, the redness had gone down and Jeongin looked a bit more presentable.
“I'll have a shower too and we can reheat dinner after,” he said, power walking past the blond and slamming the bathroom door shut.
“Oh, ok!”
Stepping under the stream, Jeongin's mind kept going over his fantasy. Felix's smell still lingered, making his mind replay the scenario over and over, driving him crazy. His cock twitched, trying to get back to life and that simply wouldn't do. He turned the water cold and shivered, letting out a sigh of relief as his body finally settled down.
---
He barely ate, trying to find the perfect moment to tell Felix about his feelings but not managing to do it. Anxiety was clawing at his chest and Lix kept wiping away stray tears as he watched yet another sad kdrama episode.
It would have to be over breakfast. He just needed to wake up early enough to cook some pancakes and bring them up to bed so that he could confess properly. Confident in his decision to pospone, he finally relaxed against the headboard, wrapping his arm around Felix and pulling him closer.
The blond rested his head on Jeongin's chest and burrowed even closer, letting out a content sigh. “Thank you,” he said and Jeongin didn't understand why, but he dropped a kiss on top of his head anyway.
The warmth of Felix’s body pulled him into a deep sleep before he even noticed what was going on.
---
Sparks of pleasure traveled up his spine; the feeling was unlike anything else he'd ever felt. He rolled his hips chasing that high, craving it, unable to stop himself.
A cold hand settled on his lower back jolting him awake. His eyes widened as he took in the scene in front of him. Lixie was wide awake, his face red, lower lip burrowed between his teeth, his breath coming out in pants. Their legs were intertwined and Jeongin's rock hard cock was pressing up against Lix's hip, twitching pathetically. He froze, feeling mortified. He'd ruined it all.
“Why did you stop?” Lix asked, cupping his face.
“I - I, Lixie…” He tried, his eyes filling up with tears as he realized how much of a creepy idiot he was.
“You were moaning my name! You were dreaming about me, don't deny it, please-” he said, out of breath.
“I was, sorry,” he said, burying his face on the pillow. “Fuck, I'm so sorry, hyung,” he mumbled.
Felix hesitantly moved his hand down to Jeongin's ass and pulled him closer. “I'm here baby, don't stop, please. You're driving me crazy,” he panted.
“What?” Jeongin's head snapped.
Felix pressed his hard cock against Jeongin’s. “Just for tonight,” he mumbled, leaning in for a kiss.
Jeongin pulled away as if burnt. “No!”
“No?” Felix frowned, his eyes filled with hurt.
“No, not just for today,” Jeongin said, pleading. “I can't do it if it's just for today. I can't stop loving you, it would kill me!”
Felix's eyes widened. “You love me?”
“Shit!” Jeongin said. Him and his stupid mouth. “Yes, I wanted to tell you tomorrow… over breakfast.”
Felix's expression softened, his smile growing hesitantly. “Really?”
“Yeah, that's kind of why I invited you over.”
He pulled Jeongin in for a quick kiss. “I love you too, always have.”
A wide smile spread over Jeongin’s face as he settled on top of Felix and kissed him once again, hearing the other squeal into the kiss.
Felix wrapped his legs around him, rolling his hips up, seeking some friction as he helped Jeongin remove his T-shirt. Once the offending garment was out of the way, his tiny hands wasted no time tracing Jeongin's muscles all the way into that deep V and unceremoniously shoving one hand into his pants. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking him a few times before straddling him and letting go.
“No!” Jeongin pouted, causing the blond to snicker.
He climbed off the bed and pulled his clothes off keeping only the borrowed underwear, and returned to his spot in mere seconds. “Shh, don't you want me naked?”
Jeongin blinked , finally noticing that Felix was wearing the single pair of Lace underwear Jeongin owned. The white looked absolutely delectable against his skin. He nodded, biting his lip and keeping his hands at his side in an attempt to control himself and not cross any lines without consent.
“Touch me,” Felix pleaded, settling down right on Jeongin's clothed cock, and guiding his hands down his body.
Moaning, he pinched one of Lix's nipples while his other hand pulled his cock out, stroking him. He watched with rapt attention as his love threw his head back and moaned.
“Fuck, Innie! Just like that! Ah!” The blond rolled his hips at a maddening pace and he just couldn't take it anymore, he needed to feel him; actually feel him.
He patted the other's butt. “Let me get these off,” he mumbled.
Felix scrambled to help him pull his pants off and straddled him once again. Suddenly, all the confidence Felix had been displaying escaped him, leaving him looking unsure.
“What's wrong?” Jeongin asked. “Are you ok?”
“Nothing! It's just, I've never…” Felix said, almost low enough that he didn't catch it.
“Really!? You!?”
Felix nodded shyly.
“Me neither, I just wanted you,” Jeongin said. “How far do you want to go? Or do you want to stop? We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don't want to.”
“I want to!” Felix rushed to say. “I just don’t think I can top tonight, I'm too nervous.”
“I’m nervous too, but we can figure it out together,” he reassured him. “I’ve read a lot, so I feel like I can try topping.”
“Read a lot?” Felix giggled, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of Jeongin’s neck and biting softly.
He sputtered, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks. “I did! I did my research!”
Felix let out a loud laugh. “Well, let’s not let the research go to waste.”
Jeongin slapped his ass, making him hiss and gently rolled them over. He reached for the lube in his bedside table and popped the cap open. Squeezing some of the cool gel onto his fingers, he coated them liberally and rubbed them together, warming it up for Lix to avoid any discomfort. “Ready?”
Felix nodded, his big eyes staring up at him tenderly.
“I love you," Jeongin whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips and teasing his rim with a single finger.
“Ah!” Felix tried to close his legs, trapping his hand as let out a choked noise.
“Shhh, relax for me, baby.”
“S-sorry. Kiss me again?” Felix whispered.
Jeongin smiled and kissed him a bit more firmly this time, slipping his tongue in gently. His finger finally pressed inside, rubbing at his walls. He gasped in wonder at how soft and warm Felix felt inside. Jeongin's mind almost short-circuited, as he considered using his tongue to prep him, but maybe that was too much for their first time.
Once the first finger could move easily, he worked a second and then a third in, swallowing every noise Felix made with his kisses. Then, Lix pressed a plastic wrapper to Jeongin's arm.
“You had condoms?” He asked.
“I’ve been ready for this for a long time,” he said.
Jeongin snorted and opened the wrapper, pinching the tip of the condom before rolling it on with a hiss. He then added an insane amount of lube and pressed the tip to Felix's rim, pausing until the other nodded. He pressed down on his cock, guiding it in as he watched it go in before he snapped his eyes back to meet his love's, searching his face for any sign of discomfort, but he found none.
Felix's eyes were nearly shut, his face was relaxed, his lips forming a little smile.
"So tight," he murmured. When he finally bottomed out, Jeongin let out a content sigh and rested his face on Felix's chest for a moment, allowing himself to bask in the closeness. He couldn't believe it was finally happening!
Felix ran his fingers down Jeongin's back slowly, his touch feather-light, feeling his cock twitch inside him as a result.
“Fuck,” Felix said tightly. “Try moving, slowly.”
“Ok,” Jeongin murmured. Shifting onto his elbows, he admired Felix's satisfied smile and kissed him gently, while the other shimmied his hips, trying to urge him to move again. He snickered but complied. Not wanting to pull out just yet, he rolled his hips, causing Felix to convulse around him, his body jerking as Jeongin accidentally grazed his prostate.
“Ah! Again!” Felix said, his face scrunched in pleasure, eyes tightly shut.
Jeongin smiled widely. Trying to get that reaction again, he continued to roll his hips, putting more of his weight into it, and listening to the pretty noises Felix made.
“More!” Felix huffed, starting to sound impatient.
Aiming to please, Jeongin pulled out halfway and thrust in experimentally, ripping another moan from Felix who was trying to move his hips too. “Like that?”
“Yes Innie, come on!”
“Ok!” Jeongin tried to keep a steady rhythm, thrusting a little harder, aiming for that spot but not getting it right every time.
Felix grew more confident with each passing minute, trying to meet him thrust for thrust, or perhaps he was just getting more desperate. He whined, digging his nails into Jeongin’s back. “Ah! Ah!” Then he huffed, “Can I ride you?” He asked.
Jeongin moaned and rolled them over without pulling out, helping Felix settle down comfortably.
Felix put his hand on jeongin’s chest for support and rolled his hips, his eyes falling shut, his lips twisting into a smirk as if he'd found what he was looking for. Then, he rose and let his body fall, impaling himself on Jeongin’s cock as far as it would go, his mouth falling open in a silent cry. He began to ride him in earnest, making it hard for Jeongin to stay off the edge. He tensed, trying to let Felix do whatever he wanted with his body, getting off on his love using him for pleasure.
Felix paused, looking at him with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I'm just trying not to come.”
“Are you kidding me? What am I working for then?” Felix frowned, clearly offended.
“To make yourself come?”
“No, you idiot! I want to make you come first!”
“Oh” Jeongin said sheepishly. “Are you close?”
“I was! But then you tensed up!”
Jeongin blushed and tried to untense his muscles. “Sorry! Just continue and let me know when you’re close”
“Ok, help me. My thighs are burning”
“Sorry, sorry,” Jeongin laughed. He grabbed Felix by the hips and helped him move, making him bounce on his lap just like he had been doing before. In almost no time, the blond’s cock was twitching as it bounced around with every thrust.
“Oh yesssss. yesss!” Felix hissed, his face twisting in pleasure.
“Are you close?” Jeongin asked, desperate.
“Yeah!” Felix moaned. “Innie, Innie!” His voice went higher and higher when Jeongin wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked him fast and tight. Then he settled down hard and rolled his hips, clenching around him. “Ah ah ah ah! FUCK!” He shouted, his hips jerking as he came all over Jeongin's chest. He pressed a trembling kiss to his lips.
“Hyung, hyung, can I come? Please, please! I was good, right?” Jeongin babbled, not even knowing why he was asking.
“Yes baby, the best. Come for me,” he whispered.
The tight knot inside Jeongin finally snapped, his hips rolling without control and he came into the condom, holding Felix on him until he heard him whimper from the overstimulation.
“Sorry!” He said, pulling out and discarding the condom.
“Nhg, it’s ok. I liked it,” Felix admitted.
“You do?”
Felix blushed and nodded, settling down on his sticky chest.
“I’ll keep it in mind," Jeongin smiled. “Shower?”
“Carry me, Jagi,” Lix mumbled.
Jeongin’s heart almost exploded with happiness at the pet name. “Jagi,” he whispered back, picking his love up and sliding out of bed while trying not to topple over in a very unsexy way.
“I love you too, you know?” Felix said, smelling his hair.” Are we boyfriends yet?”
Jeongin snorted. “I would hope so. Are you switching unis?”
Felix looked at him bewildered. “Of course not! I can’t do long distance now that you’re mine.”
“Good, you need to stay close to me at all times.”
“I will. Now wash my body, you got me all dirty.”
“Of course, yeobo,” Jeongin laughed and stumbled, nearly sending them both to the floor but they eventually made it to the bathroom in a fit of giggles.
They didn’t come out of the shower until much much later. Only once the hot water had run out and their legs were barely able to hold them up did they return to bed and do it all over again.
After flirting on stage during a concert, Hyunjin and Jisung have a heart-to-heart about things they would like to experience.
Or Jisung wants to try topping and Hyunjin mentions he never bottomed, queue a messy yet enjoyable night.
Ship: Hyunsung
Rating: E
Word Count: 2.7k
Tags: First Time Bottoming, First Time Topping, Switching, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Rimming, Face-Sitting, Safe Sane and Consensual, background minsung and hyunlix mentioned, Skz are hoes.
A/n: Posted for the quokka fest on twitter.
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The stadium was vibrating with the force of their fans chanting, electricity filling the air around them and Jisung couldn’t contain his happiness. He danced around to the renewed version of TOP LINE, briefly making eye contact with Hyunjin and getting a flirty smile back. Being on stage was like a drug, really; nothing could compare to it, and sharing it with the eight people he loved the most only made it better. In a way, Jisung felt like while they existed on stage, they were all in love with each other.
The stage had a way to bring them closer together every tour; no matter who was angry or annoyed with whom, they could always solve it with a look, a hug, or even a butt slap. In the blinding lights, they were all perfect and beautiful, inside and out; beings created from pure raw talent and music that oscillated together. But there was something about Hyunjin; his stage presence was unmatched, his beauty became unreal, his long hair danced along with the rest of his glistening body in a magical way, and Jisung wished that he could crawl inside him, just for a little while - or even the other way around.
His in-ear reminded him that his part was up next, excitement twisting his stomach as he smiled at Hyunjin and approached him, turning around and shaking his hips up against his friend’s body. Jisung heard him laugh before his part began and felt his arms tighten around his torso. Hyunjin covertly touched Jisung’s chest, while his other hand gently ran up Jisung’s side, knowing that it would send tingles up his spine due to his new tattoo, which had not yet fully healed, then he pressed up against Jisung's back, making him feel his excitement. Jisung bit his lip and looked over his shoulder, catching the glint in Hyunjin’s eye before the moment was gone, and he trailed after Felix.
The look Minho gave him left very little to the imagination about what he thought of their antics, but Jisung smiled widely at him and continued with the performance proudly.
After two more hours, the show finally ended, and Jisung couldn’t shake off all the extra energy. He was still full of adrenaline and didn’t quite know what to do with himself. Once he had cleaned up, he ordered room service, ate quickly and asked who wanted to hang out in the group chat; there was only one reply that came right away: Hyunjin’s.
Five minutes later, Hyunjin was knocking on his door with a wide smile, a box of pizza, and a few cans of apple cider.
“Oh, baby, that’s my favorite!” Jisung said, stepping aside to let his guest in and grabbing the cans from him. “How did you carry all this by yourself?”
Hyunjin shrugged. “Big hands.” He set the pizza down and opened the box, grabbing a slice as he sat down and taking a bite with a satisfied groan.
Jisung looked at him, losing himself for a moment as he wondered why he had to look so good and even elegant while wearing some grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt that was like five sizes too big.
“What? You’re being weird today,” Hyunjin smiled, raising one eyebrow at him.
“Aren’t I always?” Jisung said, walking over and sitting at the table.
“Mmm, true,” Hyunjin laughed with that delighted expression Jisung adored so much. “Want some?”
Jisung swallowed, looking down at his lips. “Some what?”
“Ow,” Jisung pouted, giving him a weak kick under the table. “I guess pizza would have to do if dick is off the table.”
Hyunjin snorted, shaking his head. “Is Minho neglecting you?”
Jisung rolled his eyes. “It’s not like that between us.”
“I know it is. I’ve heard you,” Hyunjin said around his pizza, giving him a pointed look.
“Sometimes we help each other out, sometimes we don’t. Right now we’re not…”
“Trouble in paradise?”
Jisung gave him a one-shoulder shrug. “He won’t let me top, so I think it’s fair he doesn’t get to top me either.”
“Mmm, didn’t know you topped,” Hyunjin said, finishing off another slice of pizza in one bite - like a maniac.
“I’ve never topped, but I wanted to try. He said I am too inexperienced, but how am I supposed to learn if he won’t let me?” Jisung pouted, looking at Hyunjin from under his lashes.
Hyunjin considered it for a moment and popped a can of apple cider open, taking a noisy sip and passing it along to Jisung. He rolled his sleeves over his shoulders and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ve never bottomed.”
Jisung cocked his head, taking a long sip of cider, briefly thinking about the indirect kiss they were sharing. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Hyunjin shrugged. “Why? Do I look like a bottom?”
“What does a bottom look like anyway? I don’t know,” Jisung said, downing the rest of the can in one go.
“Definitely like you,” he said, snorting.
Jisung coughed, making apple cider spray out of his nose.
Hyunjin cackled, slapping his back mercilessly. “You shouldn’t drink if you can’t keep it down, y´know?”
Narrowing his eyes, Jisung slapped his hand away. “I could top,” he mumbled.
“Wow, that’s an incredibly bottom-y expression.”
“What expression?”
“The boba eyes; you look like prey,” Hyunjin said. “Very pretty.”
Jisung focused on his facial expression and smirked.
“OOOoooh, such a strong quokka!” Hyunjin laughed, teasing him, and Jisung had had enough. He rose suddenly and pulled his friend by the shirt, forcing him to stand up before pushing him to the bed behind him.
Hyunjin landed on his back with an oomf, his eyes wide and his lips curled in an amused smile. “I see the gym is starting to pay off, huh?”
Ignoring the comment, Jisung crawled over him, doing his best to look sexy, and hovering for a moment. He looked at his friend’s plush lips and back at his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”
“If you take your top off, yeah,” Hyunjin said, looking down at his body.
Jisung smiled widely and pulled his hoodie and T-shirt in one go. He settled down on his elbows and caught Hyujin’s lips in a kiss. It was better than he’d expected. No hesitation, no awkwardness, their tongues instinctively finding each other as Jisung pressed his already hardening cock to Hyunjin’s stomach.
Hyunjin’s hands went straight to Jisung’s chest, fingers playing with his nipples briefly before mapping out the shape of his brand new vanity muscles. He dug his fingers into the tattoo on his side, following the design down to his hip and finally settling on his ass.
“Mmm, baby,” Jisung moaned. “Can I fuck you?” He pleaded.
“Do you have condoms? Didn’t bring any,” Hyunjin asked, biting his lip.
“Yes!” Jisung rushed to his open suitcase and pulled a long strip of condoms and a medium-sized bottle of lube.
“I think one is enough, Sung,” Hyunjin laughed.
“Better be safe than sorry!” Jisung said, his eyes dancing all over Hyunjin's muscular arms and the sliver of stomach peeking from where his T-shirt had ridden up.
“Alright, do you know how to prep me?”
Jisung rolled his eyes and swiftly removed his pants and underwear before eyeing him. “So… how do you want it?”
Hyunjin sat up, quickly removing his T-shirt and joggers with trembling hands. “I - I don’t know. Which way is easier?” His eyes never leaving Jisung’s cock.
“It’s not that big!” Jisung giggled. “Turn around, on your knees and elbows.”
Swallowing thick, Hyunjin turned around, resting his forehead on his hands and arching his back.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, Jagi,” Jisung mumbled, spreading his cheeks and unceremoniously licking a stripe from his balls to his hole. “You're pretty everywhere!”
Hyunjin’s frame shook as he gasped in pleasure before letting out a loud whine. “Fuck!”
Emboldened by Hyunjin's reactions, Jisung spread him even wider and buried his face in his ass, alternating teasing licks with long, firm laps over his hole.
Blood rushed to Jisung's ears, making it nearly impossible for him to hear anything else, not that he cared about hearing when he had Hwang Hyunjin's plush ass at his mercy. There was a meal at his disposal and he was going to feast on it like there was no tomorrow. He started hinting at slipping his tongue inside occasionally, but not fully committing. Just when he thought things couldn't get any better, he looked down and saw the precome dripping consistently from Hyunjin's cock, landing on a decently sized puddle under him. He caught some of it directly from the source with a kitten lick that travelled up to his target.
Hyunjin whimpered. “Fuck, please!”
Jisung sucked a kiss to his rim and pulled back. “What do you need, baby?”
“Inside! Please, fuck!” Hyunjin's hole quivered under his gaze.
The tongue returned to its rightful place, finally pushing inside eagerly. Jisung really went to town, tongue fucking him until his jaw ached and they were both covered in spit. His efforts were rewarded with Hyunjin’s high-pitched moans, his hands reaching back to grab his hair, pulling his face even deeper between his cheeks. Jisung groaned and went along with it, willing to sacrifice his life to serve, only stopping when he was pushed away.
“Get inside me, right now!” Hyunjin commanded.
“Never took you for a bossy bottom,” Jisung commented as he rolled the condom down and slicked his cock, trying to position himself properly behind him.
“Shut up and fuck me or I’ll call Yongbokkie over,” he threatened, but the effect was ruined by the desperation dripping from his voice. “You need to top better!”
Jisung snorted, pressing the tip of his cock to his entrance. He pushed inside slowly until his hips were flush with Hyunjin’s ass, his eyes mesmerized by the view of his dick disappearing inside his friend.
“Ah-ah!” Hyunjin whimpered. “T-much.”
“You need to bottom better, Hyunjin-ah!” Jisung said, trying to sound unaffected as his hand came down on the other’s ass. It was not a smart move, since it caused Hyunjin to clench tightly around him and put him embarrassingly close to coming way too soon. “Fuck!”
“Yes, please!” Hyunjin said with a laugh, trying to arch his back even further.
“Right, right,” mumbled Jisung, grabbing him by the hips and thrusting a few times experimentally before draping himself over Hyunjin's back with a whimper. He wrapped his arms under him and held him by the shoulders, making it impossible for him to move while Jisung humped him like a rabid dog, all squelching noises and short, pointed, thrusts that filled the room with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. “So good,” he said against the back of Hyunjin's neck.
“Uh- huh,” Hyunjin panted, spreading his legs a little wider, changing the angle slightly, and whining when Jisung accidentally nailed his prostate. “Ah, yesss!” He hissed, his head snapping back so fast he nearly knocked Jisung off him.
Jisung whined, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. His mouth filled with too much saliva, and he was starting to drool. Hyunjin was sweating like there was no tomorrow, making the scent of his white flowers perfume hang in the air like a delightful room spray that only added to the experience. He tried his best to aim properly and fuck his friend hard until they came, but it was a losing battle, so he used one hand to jerk Hyunjin's wet dick off in time with his thrusts. It was all too much; in less than a minute, they were both coming, gasping, teary-eyed, and collapsing onto the bed on a nasty pile of limbs.
The only sound in the room was their synchronized panting as they tried to catch their breath. “We- ha- we need to do better… next time,” Hyunjin tried.
“Give me a few,” Jisung said, pulling out and removing the condom with a shiver and throwing it in the general direction of the trash can. He wrapped his hand around the base of his still semihard cock and whimpered with overstimulation, beginning to pump slowly. “I think I can get hard again; give me a sec.”
“Are you serious? I can’t get hard that fast,” Hyunjin mumbled, sitting up and looking at him wide-eyed.
Throwing himself onto the bed with a huff, Jisung frowned and shut his eyes, his hand still moving slowly over his cock. “Sit on my face,” he said.
“What?”
“Sit on my face! That’s what I do when I need to get hard again. Min lasts for fucking ever and if I don’t get on with it, he just goes on until I can’t walk.”
Hyunjin rolled his eyes with a little smirk. “You could always say no, you know?”
“Why would I do that? I like to bottom, I just need to get hard again so it’s not so overwhelming.”
Jisung felt Hyunjin hovering, facing away from him, one leg on each side of his face, and opened his eyes to be greeted with the most beautiful ass potentially in the world. He used his free hand to encourage his friend to sit on him firmly, pushing his tongue inside his relaxed hole, tasting the latex of the condom he'd used. He briefly regretted that they had to use condoms instead of being able to eat his come out of Hyunjin's ass. He let out a muffled moan when he felt a slick hand join his on his cock, pinching the tip.
Hyunjin laughed evilly, finally beginning to move his hips, using Jisung for his own pleasure. Soon, Jisung felt a constant drip over his chest; part of it was sweat and part precome, and that was all it took for him to be ready to go again. “Again?” he asked, and Hyunjin lifted his hips away.
“Yeah, can I ride you?”
Jisung slapped Hyunjin's hip gently. “Go for it, I love to lay down and take it either way.”
Hyunjin snorted and turned around, straddling him. “Fuck, you look insane. So fucked out.” He bit his lip.
“Yeah? Had that gorgeous ass so close I couldn't help myself.” He looked down and pouted. “How come even your dick is pretty? Perfect proportions, dribbles so much…”
Hyunjin smiled widely. “I prefer how thick yours is,” he said, grabbing another condom and rolling it on for him. He stroked him with a little too much lube, tightening his grip at the base before sinking down on him with a whiny moan. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby!”
Jisung had died, surely, and gone to heaven. There was no way in hell he was truly seeing Hyunjin ride him, his dark, long hair falling over his face perfectly, chest flushed, muscles popping all around, gorgeous cock bouncing around in a hypnotizing rhythm. “So beautiful,” he babbled and let out a scream when Hyunjin clenched around him. “Fuck, baby,” he whined as he saw a slight bulge on the other's stomach. “You're going to make me come so hard.” Yet, every time he got close to the edge, his orgasm slipped away.
“I can't,” whimpered Hyunjin. “I can't,” he sobbed.
“Just fuck me, baby, we're so close,” Jisung pleaded. “Put on a condom and slip in.”
Hyunjin paused for a moment, considering his options. “We need to prep you.”
“It's fine, I can take it. Just use lots of lube.”
As soon as Hyunjin dismounted, Jisung opened his legs and pulled them up from under his knees. Hyunjin was already slicking two fingers with lube and pressing inside him to assess the situation. He blinked in shock and looked into his eyes. “You can really take it that easily,” he said in wonder.
Jisung blushed. “I told you,” he mumbled. “Come on!”
Hyunjin rolled the condom on, added more lube and thrust into him a little too quickly, just like Jisung liked it.
“Fuck, Hwang, get on with it!”
Without hesitation, Hyunjin snapped his hips at a brutal pace that had Jisung screaming at the top of his lungs. He collapsed onto his elbows, now dripping sweat all over him and moaning loudly. “Fuck, Sung!” He whined and kissed him, rolling his hips deep into Jisung as he came.
Jisung's body convulsed as his prostate was bullied and milked for over a minute.
When they finally broke the kiss, they stared into each other's eyes and smiled.
“We shouldn’t have tried to alter the order of the universe,” Jisung said and hyunjin snorted.
“Pillow princess,” he said, pressing a kiss to Jisung's lips before lying at his side.
“Always,” Jisung replied, smacking the other's chest.
Summary: Hyunjin had always felt unseen. To most people, especially alphas, he was nothing but a pretty face; someone they could picture themselves dominating, putting down, someone to display, but Minho was not like most alphas, he was his best friend.
What began with a drinking game soon turned into much more than they could both handle.
Or Hyunjin is a defensive omega who despises most alphas and Minho is the friend who has always held a candle for him. One fateful day things get messy.
Ship: Hyunho
Rating: E
Word Count: 11.3k
Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Hwang Hyunjin is Bad at Feelings, Lee Minho is Whipped, Omega Hwang Hyunjin, Alpha Lee Minho, Angst with a Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Friends With Benefits, Mating Cycles/In Heat.
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Hyunjin stalked down the street, nearly shoving an incoming group of alphas out of the way and huffing when they laughed and called him pretty. His eyes filled up with tears once again, but he didn't reply; he didn't let them see. He tucked his hair behind his ear with a sniff and turned on the corner, barely making it inside the dance studio before the angry tears started to fall.
“Jinnie, hi!” Minho said, his wide smile slipping away when he took notice of Hyunjin's state. He extended his arms hesitantly, almost afraid to touch him without permission. “What happened?” he asked, softly.
Looking into his friend's eyes, Hyunjin's lip wobbled. “Fuck alphas! I hate them! I hate them all!” He let out a pitiful whine and pressed his face into Minho's chest, allowing the alpha to hug him. “Not you,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by Minho's hoodie.
“I know, Jagi,” he said. “Can you tell me what happened?” He tried to step away, but Hyunjin held him close.
“My art history teacher said a pretty omega like me should not be studying at university, and I was wasting my good years without an alpha or pups,” he hissed, his voice muffled by the alpha's hoodie.
Minho stiffened. “What? He’s crazy!” he said, running his hand down Hynjin's back.
“That's what I was about to say, but he held his hand up to silence me and said that instead of correcting him or trying to debate him, I should know to keep my pretty mouth shut and let alphas do the speaking, and if I didn't learn to behave, no alpha would want me.”
Hyunjin felt Minho's arms tighten around him and wished Minho would scent him, but, as usual, his friend was wearing scent blockers. Still, Hyunjin buried his face in Minho's neck and heard him growl softly, making it sound almost like a purr.
“Sorry,” Minho said.
“S-ok,” Hyunjin mumbled, feeling the stress and rage beginning to ebb away slowly. He took a hesitant step back.
“And I'm sorry that people keep talking down to you because of your secondary gender,” he added, gently guiding Hyunjin's chin up, looking into his eyes with a sad frown.
“It's not just that, I just… I'm more than a pretty face, you know?” He shook his head, his long hair dancing in front of his eyes. “Why can't anybody see me?”
“I see you,” Minho whispered. “I have always seen you, Jinnie. You are so sweet, adorable, smart, so artistic and talented in everything you do. You are perfect - just perfect. Any alpha should consider himself lucky to breathe the same air as you.”
Hyunjin felt the heat rise to his cheeks, his eyes widening as he faltered and looked at Minho. “Huh?”
The alpha looked away, letting his arms fall and cleared his throat. “Anyway, don't let that asshole ruin your day. You could drop the class and retake it next semester with another professor.”
“That would be admitting defeat,” Hyunjin said, pressing his lips into a line. “I don't want him to know that he got to me.”
“He could fail you under any pretence and make you waste your time.”
“True,” he sighed. “I'll think about it; thanks.”
“Anytime,” Minho smiled and cupped his cheek, wiping away the last remnants of his tears quickly and retrieving his hand. “Come on, class is about to start.”
“No Han today?”
Minho blushed and scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, he said he had stuff to do.”
“Stuff? Han Jisung is the least mysterious person in the world. What is he up to?”
“He tells me everything so if he hasn't told me I don't wanna know. Maybe it's ‘Omega business’ and I don't want to intrude if it's that personal.”
“Oh, yeah, that makes sense. I'll ask Lixie if he knows.”
Minho made a weird face but didn't comment. “Where is he, by the way?”
Hyunjin shrugged. “He has some sort of study focus group. It was unmovable, apparently.”
Minho frowned and looked pensive for a moment before shrugging and walking into the classroom, Hyunjin close behind.
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The following days went by without a hitch. Even though Hyunjin was still upset about the anti omega rights comments his professor had made, his mind started to drift to a newer and much more entertaining subject: Minho; especifically, the comments he'd made about Hyunjin and how much he actually saw him.
Even in his sleep, when Hyunjin’s subconscious tried to create nightmares featuring a very sad and lonely future, it would be quickly replaced by paradise. He always started out as a homeless person, walking aimlessly down a crowded street, shivering in the cold, and calling for help without anyone turning to look at him despite being surrounded by people. Then, as anxiety began to rise, the dream would change into a beautiful garden, with sunny days without end and warmth that crept into his very heart, with strong arms wrapped around him and the comforting scent of his alpha. He woke up with a start. It was going to be a very long day.
He dragged himself out of bed, got dressed, and grabbed his books, already out the door by 8 am. He only needed to attend two classes, meet up with some people in the library, and he would have time to grab a coffee, which he was desperate for.
The classes were semi-useful, but everything after went to shit. Hyunjin rushed home in a huff after his group project buddies stood him up and left his messages on read. On one hand, he would have to email the professor to let her know that he would be turning in the paper alone; on the other hand, it was Friday and he had just freed up five hours of his time. If he was quick enough, he could have lunch, take a nap, shower and get ready for dance class. And a nap sounded so lovely! Maybe he could even have a short bath since Lix should be in class.
He unlocked the door and walked in, throwing his keys on the console table by the door, his smile slipping as he heard a noise. A very particular noise he knew quite well: Lixie’s bed creaking. He groaned. Had he walked in on his friend's alone time again?
“Uuuhhhhh ah! It hurts! It hurts! Uuuuh! Lix-ah!” Han whined.
‘What?’ Hyunjin mouthed silently.
A wave of extremely sweet honey crisp apple scent flooded his senses; Felix was extremely happy. “Do you want to stop, Hannie?” He asked, his low voice still managing to sound amused.
“No! No! It hurts so good, baby! My baby! Fuck, more!” Han begged, his honey scent mixing with Lix’s apples in an intoxicating match.
“Fuck, Hannie! You are incredible! Look at you, taking me so well! Fuck!”
Hyunjin stepped back, his face heating up quickly at the way his cock twitched in his pants. He couldn't do this, he shouldn't. He couldn't get horny about the two closest omegas in his life fucking each other. He felt a twinge of jealousy and that scared him more than anything, he needed to get out of there immediately before he ruined the friendship with both of them.
Chan and Changbin would be locked up at the studio at this time, as they were most of the time so that only left Minho. Did he know? Would hyunjin have to make up an excuse for showing up at his apartment uninvited and without any of their friends? Oddly enough, he had never never done this, nor had Minho, probably because they respected each other's space, especially as they were not the same subgender.
Hyunjin:
Oh my god! Do you know?
Minho:
Do I know what?
Hyunjin:
Nothing, nevermind.
Minho:
Wait, do you know?
Hyunjin:
About …apples?
Minho:
And honey, yeah! Oh my god, I was going crazy! They fucked in my bed Hyunjin!
Hyunjin:
What?
Minho:
That's what I said. That's where I sleep!
I made Hannie wash all my bedding and he did, but he looked so smug about it, like it was no punishment at all!
Hyunjin:
Can I come over?
Minho:
You better. They can be at it for hours
Hyunjin:
Omw.
It was just a twenty-minute walk to Minho's, but his legs felt like jelly. He was still feeling a bit out of sorts with the scent attack he received, but hopefully he hadn't left any traces of his own behind; that was not a conversation he was ready to have just yet.
---
Hyunjin laughed nervously as he rushed to Minho’s apartment, still reeling from the fact that his friends were secretly hooking up behind their backs and that he found the sounds surprisingly enticing - disturbingly so.
Just as he was about to knock on the door, Minho pulled it open with a wild look on his face, his lips quivering as he tried not to laugh as well but the moment their eyes met it was over. It began with a chuckle but quickly morphed into full laughter that had them bending over and gasping for air. One of the elderly neighbours started banging on the wall and Minho simply dragged Hyunjin inside, slamming the door shut.
Trying to calm down, Hyunjin clung to Minho’s arms and giggled. Another round of banging on the wall followed.
Minho snorted and covered Hyunjin’s mouth with his hand, pressing him up against the wall, his own laughter slowly dying down as he looked into Hyunjin’s eyes for a bit too long.
Feeling a bit childish, Hyunjin licked Minho’s hand, bursting out laughing when the other made a disgusted face. His giddiness didn’t last long; it was ruined by his friend leaning in to kiss him but stopping short and looking at his lips, biting his own before stepping back as if nothing had happened.
Hyunjin remained there, glued to the door, his lips moving but not forming any words. The air between them felt thick, there was something hanging there, unaddressed, and Hyunjin wasn’t sure what it was. For a moment, it brought him back to their conversation at the studio, when Minho had said he saw him, but did he? “What?” He asked.
Minho schooled his face into a smile and patted his shoulder. “Can you believe this? I wouldn’t have guessed if they hadn’t been so nasty about it.” He walked over to the sofa and sat down, patting the spot next to him.
“It did sound nasty, not gonna lie,” Hyunjin laughed and sat at his side. “Never heard Lixie as a mean dom before and I’ve heard a lot against my will.”
“Why did you have to say that? I have to live with Hannie and see Yongbok at the studio!” He scrunched up his nose.
“If I have to suffer, so do you. Just an FYI, don’t slap Han around; he likes it. Or he likes the pain, apparently.”
“I’m a second away from kicking you out, Hyune.”
“Fine! Just put on an anime and let’s order takeout.”
“Don’t you have classes later?”
“Not anymore, consider the rest of my day cancelled. I need to work on this trauma,” he snorted.
Minho grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, raising a single eyebrow at him before hitting play on Dragon Ball.
“Really?” Hyunjin pursed his lips in distaste.
“You didn't specify."
“This is going to be boring, I know it.”
“Don't knock it until you try it, babe. Were you expecting a party? Drinking games? It's anime!”
“I mean, at least we could make it a drinking game.”
Minho fixed him with a stare and shrugged. “Alright, every time they turn into a Super Sayan we take a shot of Soju.”
Hyunjin frowned, trying to remember any information about the show, but he never paid attention to his friends’ anime rants. “How often does it happen?”
“Wouldn't you like to know?” Minho wiggled his eyebrows.
“Deal,” he said with a heavy sigh. “Gotta die of something I guess.”
Little did Hyunjin know that Minho had not started from the beginning of the story, hitting play where he'd left off. He had to plead his case to only drink for one character if multiple happened to transform at the same time or close enough.
After the fourth episode, or was it the fifth? He could barely contain a groan when yet another battle scene came on.
“Oh, come on!” Minho laughed and refilled the shots. “This one is grape, your favorite, jagi!”
Hyunjin's eyes widened, but readily accepted the glass, bringing it to his lips slowly, watching Minho's expression carefully. The way Min was staring at his lips, subconsciously licking his own, it just did something to Hyunjin. Instead of downing the drink, he offered it to Minho, who frowned.
“Aren't you going to take it?”
“We could do a love shot instead… Jagi,” he mumbled.
The air around them felt thicker somehow, hotter, or maybe it was just Hyunjin's mind trying to process the way Minho was looking at him. The initial shocked expression morphed into a satisfied smirk.
“I could never deny you. If you want a love shot, that's what you'll get.” He shuffled closer, his hand wrapping around Hyunjin's. “To us.”
“To us,” Hyunjin said, feeling the statement from deep within his soul. He swallowed the sweet drink and hummed in delight, a shiver coursing through him. “Fuck, that's good.”
At his side, Minho gasped. “If I had known you'd like it that much, I would've opened that one first.”
“I liked the plum one well enough,” he shrugged.
“You didn't moan like that with the plum one,” Minho said, raising an eyebrow at him with a little smirk.
“So you like to hear me moan, is what I'm gathering.”
Minho spluttered, shaking his head. “I didn't say that!” He tried, but the cough that followed definitely took some credibility points from that statement.
“You didn’t need to,” Hyunjin giggled, but the triumphant smile was wiped right off his fac when Minho tackled him, pressing him into the sofa, hovering over him.
“If I wanted to make you moan, I would do it differently.”
The buzz of all the alcohol he had ingested finally started to catch up to him, making his head feel fuzzy but not in an unpleasant way. “How would you do it?” He smiled, trying to look at Minho from under his lashes.
“I-” Minho paused. “Is this ok?” He brushed Hyunjin’s hair off his eyes.
“Show me,” he whispered, closing his eyes. Maybe it was the Soju talking, or the fact that he hadn’t hooked up with anyone in over six months, but the prospect of kissing his friend was becoming more and more enticing by the second.
He let out a shocked moan when he felt Minho’s lips on his neck, slowly travelling down to his scent gland. His hands came to tangle in Min’s hair, pulling slightly, which was rewarded with a low growl and a hint of a nip; never disrespectful, never too much, just a tease of what could be.
“Fuck!” He whimpered, his hands sliding down Minho’s back, feeling every muscle, the tiny waist and coming to rest on his ass. “Alpha,” he moaned, barely above a whisper.
Minho’s head snapped back, his eyes staring into Hyunjin’s soul, questioning, searching.
“Please,” he mumbled and Minho finally gave in, their lips coming together in a bruising kiss. He felt a little delirious already, surrounded by his lavender scent; he mourned the fact that he couldn’t smell Minho and that simply wouldn’t do. He wrapped his legs around the other, bringing their hips together.
“Jinnie!” Minho moaned against his lips, deepening the kiss, his tongue slipping inside expertly, his hardness pressing against Hyunjin’s.
It was more than a wave; it was more like a tsunami coming from deep within his groin, building up higher and higher. Fuck he was going to come in his pants like a teenager from a little make-out and some heavy petting. He was-
“No, mom, I’m just getting home now, that’s why I didn’t call.” Han’s voice came from the hallway.
Minho’s reaction was instant; he practically jumped away from him and rushed to the far end of the sofa, giving him a panicked look. Hyunjin felt hurt, but even more so, he felt embarrassed. It wasn’t his first rodeo being caught red-handed so he pulled his scent neutralizer spray from his bag and sprayed it liberally around them
The key in the door jiggled and paused. “I told you I had to study with my focus group today. I promise I’m not avoiding you. Okay, can I have a shower and call you back?”
Hyunjin gave Minho a pointed look and tried not to laugh.
The door finally slammed open. “Oh, hi Hyunnie!” Han said way too cheerily. “Didn’t know you were coming over, did I forget?”
“No, I was just around and stopped by.”
Taking in the scene in front of him, Han frowned. “And you guys decided to drink a bunch of Soju in the middle of the day?”
“Didn’t know Han Jisung had a preference for drinking games scheduling!" Hyunjin said with a forced laugh. He really needed to get the fuck out of there.
Han dropped onto the sofa between them. “I have a preference for being invited to parties in my own apartment," he said tightly, staring straight ahead.
Hyunjin frowned. Why was Han mad at him? “S-sorry?”
Minho cleared his throat. “How was the focus group? Did you get anything done?”
Han sighed and shook his head. “Not much, we scheduled again for tomorrow. What can you do?” He clapped, his mood seeming to improve suddenly. “I know, we should order pizza and continue the game!”
“Actually, I should get going,” Hyunjin said, standing and grabbing his bag.
“But I just got home!” Han whined, giving him the sad puppy eyes. “Are you really leaving?”
“Sorry, Hannie. I think all the soju got to my head,” he said, briefly making eye contact with Minho. “I should just go home and shower so I can study for a presentation tomorrow.”
“Do you want me to walk you home?” Minho said, looking at him with uncertainty.
“No! No no, don’t worry about it. See you guys around.” He didn’t wait for a response, Minho’s crestfallen face was enough. He rushed out, practically running down the stairs
What the fuck was he thinking? The headache starting to brew within him was a testament of his poor choices and his weakness. Doing the walk of shame on a Friday afternoon was a new low. And he’d called Minho Alpha… that was mortifying. He had never been that kind of omega, he genuinely hated most alphas anyway. Worst of all, he had no one to talk to about this; no one at all. If any of his friends found out, everything would go to shit.
He rushed home and hopped in the shower, attempting to kill the phantom feeling of Minho’s body on him with a cold shower but to no avail. Groaning, he switched the tap to the hot setting and let his hands wander, biting his lips to keep quiet. This was going to have to stay between him and his right hand if he wanted to keep his sanity and his friend group intact.
---
Avoiding a close friend is no easy feat when one has his life intertwined with said person, sharing hobbies, schedules and even one class, but Hyunjin managed it by sending an email to his professors requesting extra work in exchange for his presence for the following week. It wasn’t the end of the world; he just needed time to calm down, get his ducks in a row, and come to terms that things would be awkward for a while.
Staying home helped, at first but he was running out of excuses with Felix who was not only worried about him but trying to hide the fact that he was frustrated with not having the dorm to himself when he wanted to be nasty with a certain friend in common.
“You can’t hide in your room forever,” Felix whined.
“I’m not hiding, go away!” He said through the door and followed it with a groan when his bedroom door clicked open.
“Babe… are you going to tell me what’s up?”
“Nothing! You know I would tell you!” He lied, like the disgusting friend he was.
“Is it a guy?”
“No?” Hyunjin mumbled.
“Who is it? I’ll kill him!”
“It’s not like that,” he whined. “I just - needed to rest and figure some things out, I guess.”
“So you’re going to stop this and come to my party, right?”
Hunjin blinked, trying to remember what party Felix was talking about, but just over his friend’s shoulder, hanging on the wall was his calendar with an all pink and blue sign for the night of the 14th. ‘Sunshine twins’ b-day!’
“I- Yes, of course! We’ve been talking about it for months!” He said, trying to sound excited, trying to make his stiff smile feel more natural.
“So you do love me!” Felix smiled and Hyunjin finally felt his facial muscles relax.
“Of course I love you, angel. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Felix crawled onto the bed and hugged him tightly. “Don’t shut me out, ok? Whatever it is, we can talk about it.”
“Ok,” Hyunjin said, softly inhaling his friend’s scent. “Thank you.”
“Any time. That’s what friends are for, right?”
“Right.” He dropped a kiss on Felix’s shoulder and felt the sadness and confusion that had been plaguing him slowly ebb away.
---
Getting ready without being too obvious about what he was doing, or who he was dressing up for really took some planning. He still didn’t know what the fuck had gotten into him, all he knew was that he wanted Minho’s attention - and potentially his lips on him again.
Hyunjin looked in the mirror and lifted his arms, his cropped grey cardigan riding up and letting his abs show; perfect. Most alphas would find that offputting, but he knew Minho liked to stare at his muscular body, especially his ass. He let his hair down for the occasion, knowing Minho loved that too, especially when he used his ‘oranges and pears’ conditioner.
The door opened and Han peeked inside. “Are you coming? Everyone is here already!”
“Birthday boy!” He cheered, pulling Han into a hug and giving him a noisy kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday! May this be your happiest year!”
“I think it will be!” Han laughed.
Hyunjin tasted bitter in his mouth but he didn't let his smile falter; he knew Han was probably thinking about Felix, and while he loved the idea of them together and wanted nothing but happiness for his friends, he felt a twinge of jealousy and shame. A brief moment of clarity let him know that it was his omega feeling the weight of seeing so much love and happiness all around him while he was left alone and broken, relying on suppressors instead of enjoying his heat with someone he loved. His human side was ashamed of the instincts his omega was displaying when it was only natural to want a partner.
Maybe it was time to book a therapy appointment and deal with the problem head-on.
“You’re quiet, what’s on your mind?” Han stepped back and regarded him with a worried look, his eyebrows pinching in an almost cartoonish way.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” Hyunjin shook his head. “Come on, let’s party under the stars.”
Han smiled widely and dragged him to the stairs that led to the rooftop. Convincing the neighbours to let them throw a party hadn’t been easy, but luckily, the birthday boys were exceptional at doing sad puppy eyes and nobody could deny them for too long.
The party was already in full swing with around thirty people split into various groups, slices of pizza going around, beer pong and music at a decent volume. It looked a bit like a gender reveal with the pink and blue theme but that was something the twins decided to lean into instead of correcting. Hyunjin pursed his lips in distaste; maybe it was time to stop thinking about them as twins, all things considered.
Han let go of his hand and went to pull the other birthday boy into a hug in front of a picture station decorated exactly like a gender reveal. Chan smiled widely as he captured the moment like a proud dad. “Come on, turn around and give me a proper pose!”
Felix immediately turned Han around and wrapped his arms around his tummy.
“How far along are you, Sungie?” asked Changbin with a smile.
“Five months!” said Jisung in a high-pitched voice, briefly giving him the middle finger before resting his hands on Felix’s and showing his heart-shaped smile.
“You’re glowing!” Hyunjin said as he came to stand next to Chan and Changbin.
“Oh Hyunnie! You should join the pic! We need all our omegas in there!” Changbin said.
“Don’t say it like that, it sounds gross!” Hyunjin said, wrinkling his nose.
“Sorry,” Bin laughed. “You know what I mean, you are our babies!”
“That’s so true, baby,” Chan said, pressing a quick kiss to Changbin’s lips before smiling at Hyunjin.
Yet again, Hyunjin’s omega huffed at the display. His alpha friends had been committed to each other for two years and he’d never felt anything but cuteness aggression over them. Things were starting to feel really odd. “I don’t want to third wheel in the picture,” Hyunjin said before he could stop himself and gasped, covering his lips.
“Minho, come on! Come on, you pose with Hyunjinnie!” Said Changbin.
Hyunjin followed his line of sight, frowning. He hadn’t seen Minho around yet. When his eyes landed on the shock of bleach-blond hair, he understood why. “Oh,” he mumbled.
Minho looked at him from head to toe, taking in his outfit with a hungry look and settling on his lips before he blinked a few times and seemed to come back to himself. “Hi Hyune!” He said a little too cheerily. “Come on, let’s get in the shot.”
Hyunjin swallowed thick and nodded before awkwardly coming to stand in front of the display. He probably looked ridiculously stiff staring straight ahead, trying to avoid eye contact with Felix and Han, in case they were giving him odd looks. His eyes widened when he felt Minho’s hands around his waist and his strong chest coming to rest against his back. Still, he managed not to gasp or cause a scene. It would be over soon, surely. His nose tickled as he tried to inhale deeply, wanting to catch a whiff of Minho’s scent, but to no avail.
“Aww, you look cute!” Said Chan as he snapped several pictures of the pairs.
“What are you having, Jinnie?” Asked Felix.
Hyunjin’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Don’t bring me into your breeding kink discussion, Yongbokkie!”
“Ignore him; he doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Minho mumbled, resting his chin on Hyunjin’s shoulder.
It was going to be a long night. He sighed deeply; no time like the present to start drinking.
Soju was great, honestly. Especially the grape kind. Hyunjin had to admit that taking shots off his friends’ bodies was a first, but Yongbokkie had very deep collarbones and he was honestly extra freaky when he was drunk, particularly with other omegas.
Han didn’t seem particularly jealous about it. In fact, he looked very interested in the scene in front of him. “Can I drink off Hyune?” he asked, but Minho cut him off.
“That’s now how it works, you have to spin the wheel and drink from whoever you got. And it's my turn anyway,” Minho said, spinning the wheel. There were only three options left for him and as luck may have it, he got Hyunjin.
Hyunjin rolled his eyes, attempting to look annoyed instead of panicked and mildly horny. He lay down on the table, trying to calm his nerves and relax his body for the challenge.
“Where?” Minho asked.
Hyunjin took the bottle from his hand and sucked his stomach in, pouring into his navel. Everything moved in slow motion: The way Minho looked into his eyes with burning passion, how he inhaled his scent near his stomach and drank from him, making sure to lick him before stepping back.
“Your turn,” he said.
Hyunjin looked around, the dwindling party: Han and Felix had disappeared, the people around them were no longer looking, engaged in various conversations, Chan and Changbin were making out against the far wall. “I don’t want to play anymore.”
“Oh…”
“Can you help me with something - inside?” Hyunjin asked, biting his lip.
Minho looked around and nodded before taking his hand, leading the way. Soon they were standing outside Hyunjin’s apartment. He turned around and waited for an explanation that never came. “What?-”
Hyunjin pressed him up against the door and kissed him deeply, letting his tongue caress Minho’s, trying to let him know how much he needed him. He pushed the door open and led the alpha to his room without breaking the kiss. Minho let himself be guided, his hands touching every part of Hyunjin he could reach, never questioning his luck, just happy to go along for the ride.
Only once they were inside did Hyunjin step away. He was tipsy but not enough to forget to lock the door - just in case.
Before he could react, Minho was on him, pushing into the bed, making his blood boil. “Alpha, need you!” He moaned, trying to tear Minho's clothes off.
Minho groaned, settling on his elbows above him and kissing his neck, inhaling his scent like it was a drug. “Smell s-good, baby!”
Hyunjin’s mind was spinning for more reasons than one. Everything moved way too fast and in slow motion at the same time. One moment he was pinned to the bed, the next he was completely naked on all fours with Minho’s tongue inside him, feasting on his slick like it was the most delicious nectar in existence. “Alpha, alpha! Let me ride you. Please!” He pleaded, rolling his hips back onto Minho's face.
“Jinnie, anything. Anything you want, Jagi. I’m all yours,” Minho panted with a final nip to his right butt cheek.
“Then lay down and be good for me, Jagiya,” Hyunjin said.
Unlike most alphas, Minho was good at following instructions and seemed happy to let Hyunjin take control if he wished; something he quite enjoyed but didn’t get to do often. Once Minho had settled, Hyunjin only had to straddle him and sink down on his cock slowly. There was really no resistance with how good the alpha had prepped him, but it was still verging on too much. “S-big,” he mumbled, his brow furrowed.
“Am I hurting you?” Minho asked, his eyes shining with worry.
“Never,” Hyunjin said. “You were made for me, all mine. You said so.” He began to grind on Minho slowly, lifting himself up more and more each time.
“All yours, Jagi!” Minho moaned, setting his hands on Hyunjin's hips and spreading him open, helping him sink even deeper.
Hyunjin set his hands on Minho’s chest and began to ride him in earnest. He yelped as soon as he found the proper angle and began to hit his prostrate dead on, letting his head bounce back as he lost himself in pleasure. He really gave it his all for as long as he could, but his legs were beginning to cramp him, still, he didn’t want to give up.
“Let me do it, baby,” Minho pleaded.
“But I want to be on top. Nobody lets me be on top,” he whined. “It makes me feel powerful.”
“Don’t worry, just settle on my chest and let me take care of you. You can stay on top.”
As soon as Hyunjin leaned down and rested his face on his chest, Minho planted his feet on the bed and thrust up, trying to aim in the right direction, not quite getting it until he grabbed Hyunjin’s hips and rolled them back slightly.
“Ah! There! Right there!” Hyunjin moaned, rewarding his alpha with a bite on his pec, followed by a lick to his nipple.
Minho’s hips stuttered. “Uh, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come before you.” He tried to continue thrusting consistently.
“Don’t you dare!” Hyunjin whined and rolled his hips, chasing his orgasm. “Just a little more!”
Minho’s entire body began to shake with the effort of continuing at the same pace while not letting his own orgasm take over. “Come on baby, come for me. Show me how much you like it.”
Hyunjin let out a surprised moan as he began to come with such a force his vision went white and his ears started ringing for a few minutes. “Mmm, alpha, fill me,” he moaned. “Make it stick.”
The response was immediate, Minho came deep inside him with a shout that sounded almost like a growl.
The last thing Hyunjin remembered was Minho kissing his temple and the vibrations of his own chest as he purred himself to sleep for the first time since he was a child.
The following morning was quite eventful. He woke up to Minho still inside him, rolling his hips into him while still deeply asleep, and briefly considered what to do. “Alpha,” he whispered. “Alpha,” he tried again a little louder. “Fuck,” he said, trying to keep it down.
Minho whined in his sleep and rolled his hips faster. Hyunjin fisted his own cock in a blur, coming all over the alpha’s chest soon after, scooping some of it, and pressing his fingers to Minho’s lips.
“Jinnie,” Minho groaned and pumped him full once again. It felt so nice to be full like that. He could get used to it, if only -
His phone dinged on the nightstand: Ping, Ping, ping. He groaned and reached for it.
Felix:
Hey
I know you don't like to have people over many days in a row, but it is still my birthday and I want to blow out the candles with my two favorite omegas.
Can't believe we were so wasted we didn't even cut the cake.
Hyunjin:
Oh my god
That's right.
Do you think it survived the ants?
Felix:
Ofc. Binchan put it away and cleaned the rooftop for us
We'll be home in two minutes.
Hyunjin threw his phone over his shoulder and extricated himself from Minho's body, causing him to whine in discomfort. “Sorry! Felix and Hannie are coming over right now. You need to leave!”
Minho blinked at him, first in confusion, but his expression slowly morphed into hurt. “Oh.”
“I wouldn't be kicking you out if they weren't coming right now, we - we can't just tell them right now. They will ask so many questions and- and -”
“Jinnie, jinnie, calm down. It's ok, I'm leaving, just… give me some wipes, please.”
Snapping out of his spiraling train of thought, Hyunjin ran to the bathroom and ran a small towel under warm water before helping Minho wipe the drying come off his chest. “Can't believe you fucked me in your sleep,” he muttered.
Minho looked at him, cocking his head. “You were wide awake and didn't stop me.” He pulled on one of Hyunjin's hoodies and a very oversized pair of joggers.
“It felt too good,” mumbled Hyunjin, a little distracted by how good Minho looked in his clothes.
“There's no way I'm making it out if they are so close. I'll hide at the rooftop for a bit and leave once they are home. Just text me when I can come down.”
“Alright, alright,” Hyunjin said, letting out a sigh of relief. “Sounds good.” He grabbed all of Minho's clothes from the previous night, bunched them up, and pushed them against the alpha's chest, forcibly walking him to the door.
“Hey, wait! I can walk-”
Hyunjin pressed him up against the door and kissed him deeply, his right hand grabbing Minho's dick through his pants. Before he could say a word, Hyunjin opened the door and pushed him out, slamming it shut immediately. He watched Minho through the peephole, standing there for about five seconds before he left.
He turned towards the mirror by the entrance and realized that there was no fixing how he looked. He needed to jump into the shower immediately and scrub himself raw in the hopes that his friends wouldn't notice anything was amiss.
---
Having a double life was beginning to take a toll on Hyunjin. He didn't like the fact that the lies kept spilling out of him, one after the other, in order to cover up what was going on with Minho. He was lying to all his friends because he wasn't ready to process any of it, but he couldn't stay away from the alpha either. Every time they were alone, even for a few seconds, they were drawn to each other like magnets, and every time Minho tried to talk about it, Hyunjin would simply make an excuse and run.
There was the time they made out in the darkest corner of the library, that was so secluded and underutilized that Hyunjin had begun to consider sucking Minho off when they heard slow and decrepit footsteps coming. He'd pushed the alpha under the desk and sat with a random book, waving at the librarian as she shuffled by. Their cover had almost been blown when he buried his face under Hyunjin's skirt just to smell him. The moment he felt slick in his underwear, he got up and stalked away.
Then, things had gotten way out of hand at the dance studio when they've been paired up for an R&B choreo. While they had managed not to fuck in front of everyone, Hyunjin had left the class ten minutes early citing a previous commitment, only to hide in the bathroom and Minho had followed moments later. Hyunjin had never felt as dirty as when he'd been fucked with his face pressed to a dingy bathroom stall wall with his pants around his thighs, pushing back against the marvelous cock inside him. It burned a little bit, but that only made it better. He wrapped his hand around his cock only for a moment before Minho grabbed both his hands and pressed them above his head.
“You can come untouched, Jagi. Come on, come for your alpha,” Minho whispered into his ear before sucking a mark on the back of his neck.
Hyunjin gasped and bit his lip as he pulsed ropes of come on the bathroom wall, trying his best not to lean forward into the mess in the aftershocks. His eyes widened when he felt a slap on his dick, which made him moan and spurt just a little more. The twitch sent Minho over the edge and the addicting warm feeling inside him made Hyunjin groan.
“Was that too much?” Minho whispered.
“Shut up and kiss me,” Hyunjin mumbled, pulling the alpha by the hair. The pervert even twitched inside him.
By the time class was over, they were gone. Gone to fuck like rabbits on the rooftop of Hunjin's building. He shot Felix a text to avoid any interruptions. “I'm on a date, don't wait up.”
More lies would be required to cover that one but if he had a fake man in his life, things would be much easier to explain. For example, who kept leaving marks all over him.
---
October marked a sudden change in their dynamic. Hannie's heat had started earlier than expected, probably thanks to how much Felix was fucking him on every surface - even Hyunjin's bed. This meant that Minho was exiled from the apartment and in need of a place to stay.
Being the good friend that he was, Felix had offered their apartment and Hyunjin wanted to jump out the window, because how was he supposed to keep his hands to himself with Minho around? The guy loved to walk around without a shirt. Luckily, Felix finally broke hours later when Jisung called him crying. He sat Minho and Hyunjin down and firmly told them that he was going to take care of his omega and they were not to come over. He had already prepped so that they could weather the situation together.
Hyunjin hugged him and sent him on his way, happy that their friends had gotten their heads out of their asses and got to enjoy their first heat together.
To celebrate the week of sex ahead of them Minho carried Hyunjin over his shoulder and threw him on the bed, pinning him with a predatory gaze.
Once again, Hyunjin was questioning everything he'd known about himself because he'd never liked being manhandled or even dominated in any way, but Minho was doing something to him. Or maybe it was just his omega responding to him in a way that sometimes left him questioning his sanity.
“What?” Hyunjin finally asked. “Are you coming or not?”
“I want to try something different today,” Minho said, suddenly looking a bit uncertain.
“What is it?” He asked, suspiciously.
“I want to worship you, Jagi.”
That was a first. All of their encounters had been fueled with passion and heat, wild and almost hurried.
“Is that ok?” Minho asked, crawling over him slowly. He kissed his forehead softly. “May I?”
Hyunjin looked up at him. At his friend, the star of his every recent fantasy, the only man who made him feel truly appreciated beyond his looks. “I'm scared, but I want to try.”
Minho gave him a worried look. “What are you scared of, baby? Me?”
“Being vulnerable with anyone.” He'd never admitted that before. In fact, he wasn't sure if he'd ever given it much thought.
“If you trust me, I will never let you fall. I will never let you down,” Minho said, and Hyunjin knew then that the promise was deeper than the moment between them, deeper than sex, and even perhaps deeper than their friendship.
Hyunjin wrapped his arms around Minho and pulled him into a kiss. Unhurried, slow, but no any less intense than their usual; just - different.
Minho kissed every part of his body, licking him, marking him, making him come multiple times before he even thought of slipping into him. By the time he finally pushed inside, Hyunjin was crying, begging, and Minho happily answered his call.
“Shh, I'm here, baby. Fuck, you are perfect, inside and out. My perfect omega.” He began thrusting into him, rolling his hips the way he knew Hyunjin liked.
“Alpha, my alpha,” he gasped, wrapping his legs around Minho.
“Yes, Jinnie! I'm yours!” Minho said, shaking with the force of his orgasm. “Fuck!” He huffed, pulling out.
Hyunjin pouted, his neglected cock still hard. “Alpha, you promised!”
“I know, baby, come sit on my face. Make yourself feel good riding my face. Use me!”
Oh, Hyunjin loved the sound of that. Just when he thought Minho may not be perfect, he proved him wrong. He wasted no time straddling the alpha's face, using his tongue to fuck himself and his nose to press against his taint and he fisted his cock furiously. He looked down and made eye contact with Minho who looked drunk on the mix of his slick and his own come, so it was only fair that he got the full course meal. He scooched back and pointed his cock at the alpha's mouth. “Open up,” he commanded.
Minho obeyed without hesitation, his tongue lolling out, awaiting his reward. He let out a surprised moan when Hyunjin stuffed his mouth full of cock and thrust a few times, coming down his throat. The alpha trembled, tears running down his cheeks, and he continued to suckle on Hyunjin's softening dick.
Hyunjin whimpered and pulled away, taking notice of how much Minho was sweating. He looked down his gorgeous body and noticed a small pool of come on his stomach. “Did you come again just from eating me out?”
Minho's entire face went red, his ears looked ready to burst. “Don't tease me,” he mumbled.
“Never,” he said with a peck to his lips. “That was amazing, thank you.”
“Don't thank me,” Minho whined, the redness creeping down to his chest.
“Alright, alright,” Hyunjin smiled. “Let's take a bath and change the sheets or we'll regret it in the morning.
Minho insisted on preparing the bath for them and carrying Hyunjin into the bathroom, which he graciously allowed.
When they returned to the clean bed and settled down for the night, Minho pulled him back against his chest. “Hyunjin-ah,” he mumbled sleepily.
“Hhm?”
“Can I- I mean… Would you want to be my boyfriend?”
Hyunjin stiffened, anxiety slowly rising inside him, making itself known in his stomach. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” Minho said, sounding small.
“I just…”
“You don't feel the same. Of course, I should have known, you wouldn't-”
“Min. Min- Alpha,” he said, turning in his loosening embrace. “That's not what I said.”
“You are not saying anything. You're trying to let me down gently,” he said, his voice shaking slightly, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
“No, no no. That's not it at all. Min, I'm just scared.”
“Scared of me?” He said, sounding small.
“No, of course not. I'm scared of me, if anything,” he admitted. “Sometimes I feel like I don't know who I am or what I'm feeling and it's driving me crazy. It's not that I don't want to be with you, I just need time - I think.”
Minho stared at him in silence, his expression unreadable.
“Is that - Can you give me that?”
More silence.
“I'm scared of complicating things, of ruining us. I don't want to lose you, Min.” He hoped that Minho could understand where he was coming from but his wounded expression didn't give Hyunjin much hope.
“So all the things you said, they were lies.” Minho looked at him, his face stricken with grief and sorrow.
“What things?” He frowned, trying to understand.
“You said that you were mine. You called me alpha, YOUR alpha, so many times. Was that some sort of kink? Or were you just playing?” Minho's eyes turned accusatory, conflicted, but never angry.
“No! I said those things because I felt them," Hyunjin tried. "At that moment, I felt them,” he mumbled.
“So what's stopping you?”
“I don't know!” Hyunjin huffed, feeling hot tears rolling down his cheeks. “I don't know!”
“Jagi, I love you! Please don't shut me out,” Minho tried, rubbing his cheek gently.
“Don't say that!” Hyunjin pleaded, “I can't handle it right now.”
“Ok,” Minho whispered, his eyes filling up with tears. He rushed to grab his clothes and left, giving Hyunjin one last look that would haunt him nightmares for days.
The only thing he heard over his sobs was the sound of the door slamming shut.
---
Out of all the people Hyunjin could have predicted falling out with, Minho had never been an option. If anyone had told him that his best friend of five years would've gone a week without talking to him, avoiding every place they frequented together, and even going as far as blocking him from his phone and all socials, Hyunjin would have laughed. It was impossible; they adored each other, always had.
Hyunjin had never spent so long without a hug or comforting word from his favorite alpha. Without Minho, life had lost all color, and consequently, so had his art. He spent his days painting greyish landscapes and dead flowers through the tears.
It didn't help that when he talked to Chan and mentioned not having heard from Minho, he learned that he'd gone back to his parents’.
Hyunjin's omega was deeply wounded by his own actions and the way he'd refused the alpha, causing him to run away. In turn, his body began to act out, giving him a low-grade running fever and cramps. He checked the box of his heat suppressants, but didn't find any helpful information on the matter, so he decided to stop by the pharmacy.
The attending omega was very polite and professional, leaning closer when Hyunjin nervously whispered about his issue.
“Do you have a partner?” The pharmacist asked, cocking his head in a way that made him look strangely like a puppy.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, sorry. I'm a bit of a nerd and on one of my deep dives on suppressants, I found that if your omega wants your relationship to move along faster, it can throw your hormones out of whack and cause the meds to fail. So, do you have a partner?”
“I've been seeing someone…” Hyunjin mumbled.
“Have you noticed any changes in your connection to your subgender?”
“My omega has been jealous of seeing people happy, people whom I love dearly, and it's been jealous of their love at times. This alpha has been affecting me in ways others don't. I hate most alphas, honestly.”
“I can't blame you; I used to feel the same way before I met my boyfriend. Seems like you've found a good one then, congratulations!” He smiled. “It looks like you're going into heat. It would be good for you to talk to him and make arrangements. If he doesn't join you, it will be rough, but you don't need to rush into things either. We are not only our subgender.”
“Thank you…. Sorry, I didn't catch your name.”
“Seungmin”, he said, tapping on his name tag. “Here's my number in case you need anything or have any questions. Good luck.” He slid his business card over the counter.
Hyunjin gave him a watery smile and rushed home. He needed to make a nest, and he wasn't sure if he even remembered how. All of this disconnection with his omega had only brought him grief; maybe it was time to listen to his instincts.
He ordered pre-prepped meals, ice cream and a year's worth of fruit, especially oranges. He'd been craving oranges so much lately, he'd probably consumed enough vitamin c to keep scurvy away from an entire army. In fact, orange jam sounded so good, with the tiny candied rind pieces; he hadn't bought that in quite a while. He added five jars to the cart and began to build the nest. He could only hope Felix would be ok with him borrowing some of his blankets and plushies.
Just as he was about to reach into Felix's closet, he stopped and decided to text his friend to make sure that he wasn't overstepping any boundaries; heat supplies were a very personal topic after all.
Hyunjin:
Baby
My heat is starting and I don't have any supplies
Can I borrow some of yours?
Felix:
Oh my god
Did you stop taking suppressants?
Ofc take anything you need <3
Hyunjin:
Thank you!
No, my hormones just needed a break I guess
Felix:
Where is Min staying then?
Hyunjin:
Oh he left days ago
Guess he wanted to visit his parents
Felix:
Weird
Hannie says we could help you through your heat
You know we could both be of service
Hyunjin:
I'm going to pretend you didn't just offer to spit roast me with your boyfriend
Just stay there
Felix:
It would've been the Eiffel Tower because we would be kissing
Hyunjin:
Didn't need the mental image
Felix:
It will help you through your heat
unless you are inviting that guy you were seeing
Hyunjin:
Nah, I think he's ghosting me
I'll be fine
Felix:
Men ain't shit
Text or call if you need anything
night or day
I'm serious
Hyunjin:
Love you
Hyunjin stared at the screen, his stomach twisting. Those words came so easily when it came to Lixie and Hannie, but that was never the case with alphas. Maybe he was too cynical to be able to love properly, or maybe he was just broken.
He carried the blankets and plushies and went about creating his first nest as an actual adult. The process started very slowly. If he thought too much about it, he began to doubt the placement of every item, so he let his mind wander and his instinct take over instead. By the time he was done, his bed was soft, decorated with lilacs and pinks, with a few carefully placed plushies around his pillow. His cramps were starting to get worse, his fever was stubborn despite the anti-inflammatories; the clock was ticking.
He hopped in the shower and scrubbed himself well, rubbing his entire body with his orange sherbert moisturizer, humming happily at how well it paired with his shampoo and his own lavender scent. He decided to eat some instant ramen before he felt too sick to do so and brought several oranges to bed so he could reach for them if needed. He even cut one up and added it to his water bottle for good measure.
The first wave came suddenly, or so he believed, since he had managed to fall asleep. He woke up with a groan as a cramp made his entire tummy contract. Nothing seemed to help, not rolling to the side or lying face down, and the excess slick was making his pants uncomfortable. He peeled his clothes off and set a towel under his ass, bringing a knotted dildo and lube over to start trying to find comfort the old-fashioned way.
He took a few deep breaths and checked if he needed prep, but found that he was embarrassingly ready; he briefly wondered if that was Minho's fault, if he had left his mark in Hyunjin's body, or if it was just his omega hoping to see his alpha again.
The rubbery feeling was so foreign when he'd gotten used to actually taking cock. It almost felt wrong, but there was nothing he could do about it. He started slowly, trying different angles until he found what worked best, and then developed a good rhythm. His wrists really began to complain when he got a bit too into it and rammed the toy as far as he could take it. He let out a frustrated sob but still continued until he was able to push the knot inside and came with a silent scream.
The fever should have gone down a bit to allow his body to recover, but it was not happening. Hyunjin was nearly delirious, dehydrated despite his best attempts, and hungry… he was so hungry.
He tried to crawl into the kitchen, but he could barely move aside from shoving the dildo back inside for a few minutes until he came, again and again, with no indication of his condition improving any time soon. His world spun and went black as he tried to reach for his phone to call for help.
---
Gentle hands brushed his fringe away from his face and pressed a glass to his lips. Hyunjin drank slowly, the cool water feeling like a salve on a burning wound.
Then, he felt fingers pressing to his lips. He frowned in confusion but opened nonetheless. The gentle hands fed him a few orange pieces and a protein bar, which he ate obediently.
“Hyunjinnie, can you open your eyes?” A voice said.
“Mmmm.”
“Come on, please. If you can't wake up soon, we'll have to go to the hospital.”
Hyunjin whined. He fucking hated hospitals. “Need…”
“What do you need, baby?”
“M-min. My Min,” he said, trying to push past the razors in his throat.
“I'm here,” Minho whispered. “I got your message and came.”
Hyunjin frowned, still keeping his eyes closed. “Message?”
“Yeah, you left me a voice message crying.”
Finally opening his eyes, Hyunjin looked at the alpha and wrapped his arms around him. “Thank you.” He tried to kiss Minho, but he pulled away.
“No, Hyunnie. You can't consent like this. You just want an alpha here, this is not you.”
“Iss me!” He mumbled.
“It's ok. You'll be ok.”
“No, want my alpha,” he pleaded, his eyes filling with tears. “Don't leave me.”
“I won't leave, I'll be right outside to feed you and help you shower.”
“Noo,” Hyunjin sobbed.
“Baby! Don't cry like that, you'll make yourself sick!”
“Worked so hard for this heat but alpha doesn't want us.”
“What?!”
“Was on suppressants but omega wants you so we have a heat. It was hard, alpha. Please knot?”
“Don't do this to me, Hyunnie. I can't, I'm not strong enough to reject you.”
“Don't reject us,” the omega said. “Made nest for you, for mate.” He propped himself up on the pillows and opened his legs, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Minho's eyes unfocused briefly before he pounced, burying his face exactly where Hyunjin wanted it and began to eat him out like a starving man, sucking, licking and biting his entrance while Hyunjin thrashed in pleasure. Once the omega had come, Minho gently pressed inside with a groan.
“Yes, alpha! Harder!” Hyunjin whined.
“I don't want to hurt you. We have to start slow, hang on just a little longer.”
“Don't want to. Want it to hurt. Mate, want my mate.” Hyunjin begged, his hair sticking to his forehead.
Minho's nostrils flared. “Fuck, what's going on?” He said, his thrusts becoming deeper and rougher by the second. “I feel - I don't feel well.” He buried his nose in Hyunjin's neck and inhaled deeply. “Fuck!” He moaned, pushing the omega's legs up, locking him in a mating press. It was all too much and not enough.
Hyunjin felt it first, the slight twinge of pain radiating from his insides, the increasing pressure as Minho's cock got even harder and the pull when he attempted to move along with the scent of orange jam surrounding him. “Yes, alpha! Knot me!”
“Fuuuuck!” He moaned as he came, pumping Hyunjin full of his come. “I think you triggered my rut.”
“Made for me! My mate!” Hyunjin laughed. “Claim me!”
“Not now, we need to talk about this. We need to fix-”
Hyunjin grabbed Minho by the hair, bearing the alpha's neck and bit into his scent gland, claiming him in an imperfect bond - for now. “Mine,” he mumbled.
“Jagi… what did you do?”
“Don't want to wait anymore, mate.”
“You'll regret this in the morning,” Minho said, cupping his cheek.
“Won't.”
Minho snorted, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, rolling his hips as he fisted Hyujin's cock furiously, making him climb to places he'd never been to before, the pleasure coursing through his body finally becoming too much. He came all over Minho's fist, his back contorted at an impossible angle, his feet tightly wrapped around his alpha. Only then did Minho bite his scent gland, finally claiming him in a full, perfect bond.
---
The following morning was eventful to say the least. Hyunjin woke up incredibly happy, wrapped around his big, bad alpha, who was curled up like a kitten. Then he remembered they were bonded. Bonded, and not one of their friends knew about them. Panic began to set within him, which woke Minho up.
“What happened?”
“We're bonded!” Hyunjin whined.
Minho's face went from panic to hurt. “You truly regret it, don't you?”
“No!” Hyunjin rushed to say. “No, I think deep down I wanted this. That's why my omega was going crazy. It's just hard for my human part to not overthink things or let my fears judge my decisions, but I never had doubts about you. I want us to be together, but we should take things slow.”
“Hyunjin-ah. We are bonded, I would say it's a bit too late for that!” Minho said, his brow furrowed. “We have to settle into the bond as well, so we can't be apart for too long.”
“I know, I know. I just want to keep this to ourselves for a little bit. We could tell the others at Christmas or something. Promise!”
“Alright,” Minho said, pulling him into a hug and giving him a peck on the lips. “Anything for you, mate.”
---
Keeping their little charade up was quite easy the first few days. They just had to choose whose classes they were going to attend and write projects for the other to turn in for extra credit.
But the moment Hannie and Lixie caught them out and about, they dragged Hyunjin to a bathroom and pushed him into a stall, which was obviously way too small for three people.
“Speak,” Hannie said.
“What?”
“Your scent changed,” Felix said.
“Maybe it's because I just had my heat after a long time; it doesn't mean anything.”
“Cut it out! I can smell him on you. You smell like the perfect combination of orange jam and lavender! When were you planning on telling us that you are pregnant?”
“I'm not pregnant!” Hyunjin said, his stomach dropping. “What do you mean?”
“Did you not pay attention in school? A scent change can only mean that you were claimed or that you got pregnant, so…” Felix said.
“And I know Minho didn't just claim you without talking to Chan first,” Hannie added. “He's our leader; we're pack.”
Hyunjin's eyes widened, and that was all it took. Despite his best efforts to conceal things, his scarf, the neutralizers, they had caught on.
Hannie pulled his scarf swiftly and gasped upon seeing his claim mark. “I can't believe he did this,” he mumbled.
“You're wrong,” Hyunjin said, angry that someone would think ill of his mate. “I did this. I claimed him first because he wanted to wait.”
“Jinnie, that's wrong!” Felix said.
“I know, I wasn't thinking, but he wanted it. Before, he said he loved me, but I was too scared, so when he came back for my heat, I let my omega lead. It was just a misunderstanding, but now we're together.”
Felix gave him an odd look and grabbed one of his pecs, squeezing ruthlessly.
“Ow!” Hyunjin whined, slapping his hand away. “What the fuck?”
“Babe, you're pregnant,” Lixie said.
“Oh my god,” said Han, a small smile appearing on his lips
“I'm not!” He said, until he looked down at his chest and saw the two splotches on his shirt. Milk.
“We need you to take a test right now or take you to the hospital. This is not normal.”
Hyunjin wanted to run, to cry, to hide away, but he needed to be mature about this. He suddenly remembered his pharmacist buddy and shot him a text, asking if he could bring a pregnancy test. Seungmin replied promptly, saying that he would send his boyfriend over with it.
Thirty minutes later, Minho was threatening to enter the bathroom and drag Hyunjin away if they didn't let him see him, so Hannie had to go talk to him.
A sweet boy with fox-like features knocked on the bathroom door and gave them the paper bag with the test and another one with hot cheetos, orange jam and ice cream. It was then that Hyunjin realized that the boy worked at the grocery store beside the pharmacy, and he'd sold these same items to him many times in recent weeks.
“Thank you. How much do I owe you?” Hyunjin asked.
“Oh, it's on the house. Seungminnie’s friends are my friends. Good luck, text him later.”
“Alright, let's do this,” Hyunjin said, and Felix nodded, already looking at the instructions in the package.
---
Sitting outside, spiraling as he'd never spiraled before, Minho sat beside Han, waiting to know what his future would hold. He looked at his hands, and they were shaking, so he crossed his arms instead.
Someone sat at his side and gave him a pat on the back. Minho looked at Chan, and his lips quivered. Changbin eyed them from a distance.
“Hannie said that there are problems between you and Jinnie. Why didn't you come to me? To any of us?”
“I'm sorry!” Finally able to talk about his feelings, Minho let all his grievances out. “I love him. I've loved him for so long. I was so desperate for him to love me back that when he finally noticed me, I went along with whatever he wanted. I took and I took, but I was too greedy and I pushed him. I knew he wasn't ready to talk about it, but I confessed my feelings, and he cried. He asked for time but I couldn't; I have been waiting for years! I should've stayed quiet and waited for him, but I couldn't handle it anymore.”
“Relationships are a two-way street, don't blame yourself for everything. You should have talked about it, but you can still do it! Jinnie adores you, Min. It's not too late to fix things!” Chan's smile was reassuring, but he still didn't know.
“You don't understand, I let myself in during his heat because he left me a voicemail begging me to come back. He sounded hysterical and I couldn't abandon him like that. He begged me to stay and help him with his heat; I said no at first, but he insisted, and I was weak. I took advantage of him, and now we're bonded. Hannie says he may even be pregnant.”
Han intervened before Chan worked himself up even more. “hyunnie says that he bit Minho because Min wouldn't bite him. Min only closed the bond that had already been established.”
“Oh, so he definitely wanted to be bonded with you,” Chan mused.
“No, I don't know. He keeps calling me his alpha and saying I belong to him, but the moment I try to talk about our feelings, he pushes me away.”
Changbin came to stand before him and kicked his shoe softly. “Well, there's no turning back. Even if he is scared, you guys are bonded, so just give him time. Now we need to wait for a bit to see if we are all getting a pup.”
Minho didn't dare hope, a pup would be such a gift, but it would also bring so many complications to an already complex situation.
The bathroom door finally opened, and a teary-eyed Hyunjin ran into his arms.
“And?” He asked.
“Positive,” Hyunjin mumbled, looking up at him. “We're having a pup.”
“And you- want to keep it… right?” Minho asked. Everyone around them held their breath.
“Of course I want to keep it! What kind of question is that?” Hyunjin sobbed, slapping Minho's chest.
The alpha pulled him closer and laughed. “Thank god! Fuck, we're going to have a pup!” He pulled his mate into a hug, lifting him off the ground and spinning. “My perfect omega, thank you, thank you!”
“Min… I love you,” he said, staring into Minho's eyes. “I'm not scared anymore. This is exactly what I wanted, I just didn't know it. Thank you for waiting for me!” He kissed his mate softly.
“Love you too, Jagi,” Minho mumbled into the kiss, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
The moment only improved when their friends surrounded them in a group hug.
A pup at 22, with a fresh bond, and while they were all still in university, would be no joke, but their little pack could handle it. It was a bit unconventional, but even at the first scan, their friends were there. Their family of six soon became a family of eight, and by the following June, they were nine.
Hope was only the first child in the pack, but certainly not the last. And she was loved by everyone.
Summary: Seungmin can't stop thinking about the hot businessman he fucked at the back rooms of a club not realizing that he's the notorious mob boss everyone in town fears.
Ship: Seungchan
Rating: E
Word Count: 13.4k overall
Tags: Alternate Universe, Crime boss Bang Chan, Dom/Sub undertones, switching, Hyung kink, Kim Seungmin likes to be manhandled, soft Bang Chan, happy ending, Porn with plot.
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Walking into the police station, Seungmin immediately saw Hyunjin and Changbin speaking to two other men in hushed tones.
“Wait here, you will be called shortly,” said the officer and walked further into the station, leaving him standing there.
As soon as Chris’ friends spotted him, they paused and smiled. Hyunjin signalled towards him with his face, making the rest of the party turn towards him.
One of the others eyed him up and down with a warm smile and raised eyebrows before approaching him. He was a bit shorter than Seungmin but very handsome in a sweet way; his three-piece suit was grey and much more expensive and fashion-forward than those of Chris’ security detail.
“Oh, Seungmin! It’s good to see you, man. Chris has talked so much about you, it was about time that we met. I just wished the circumstances were different.” The man offered his hand to shake and gave him a heart-shaped smile. “I'm Han, Chris’ brother-in-law and lawyer.”
“Hello…” Seungmin nodded and shook his hand, trying his best to smile without looking strained. Not only had he been brought to the station in the back of a police car, but his almost boyfriend had apparently been accused of murder and now the expedition had turned into a ‘meet the in-laws situation.’
Han seemed to remember something and pointed at the fourth member of the group. “That's my husband, Minho; he's Chris’ little brother and right-hand man,” he explained. “We got married in Thailand; it was beautiful. I'll show you pictures some other time.”
Seungmin nodded, looking at Minho, he didn't see the resemblance. Minho didn’t take after his brother, but he was extremely beautiful nonetheless, with his big, bright eyes and pouty lips. He looked expensive in his fully black and very well-tailored suit; it was not unlike what Chris often wore to work, yet it carried a more vintage style. Seungmin remained silent, not knowing what to say to that given the situation they were in. Was he going to continue dating Chris after this? Would Chris go to jail?
“Hannie,” Minho said in a neutral tone, but the way Han's face changed made it clear that he knew exactly what his husband wanted to say.
“Right. So, basically, a dead body turned up by the dock and they are trying to put this onto Chris. He didn't have anything to do with it, obviously, but they need to make someone pay for it, and with Chris’ high profile and connections, it would be a great way for the mayor to campaign on how he has improved crime rates and the like. You will do amazing, don't be nervous. We'll all be out of here fairly quickly.”
Seungmin let out a sigh of relief. “So, it wasn't him.”
Han shook his head. “No, I have messages from that day where he told me he was with you. Why would he lie to me?”
“We've been together most days since… well, basically since a few days after we met.”
Han snorted. “Ah, he's so enamoured with you. You are very lucky. Chris is a solid man. You will be good together, like Minho and me.”
“That would be-” Seungmin tried.
“Han-ssi. Intimidating the witness will not look good for your client,” a new officer said, coming to stand with them.
“I am hardly intimidating Seungmin,” Han said and turned to him. “Am I intimidating you?” He asked with shining eyes.
“I don't think you could intimidate me if you tried,” Seungmin laughed.
Han's smile vanished, giving him a much colder look.
The officer looked between them and nodded, but remained there watching their interaction.
“You'd be surprised,” said Minho, but didn't elaborate further.
“Oh, sorry. I didn't mean anything by it,” Seungmin said. “You just look like a very sweet guy.”
As fast as his smile had dropped, it returned once again. “It's all good. It's a common mistake.”
Seungmin began to feel like he was missing something, some sort of information about Han, and maybe even Minho, that was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Thankfully, he was called to the interrogation room shortly after, pulling his attention elsewhere.
---
After verifying his identity, the detective started asking pointed questions . Sometimes wording them a certain way and then rewording the same question, making Seungmin repeat himself in an attempt to catch him in a lie. The man wrote down each of his answers, his face twisting every time Seungmin rebutted his questions.
“And the night of August 1st, at what time did you meet?”
“Around 6 pm, we went to a small recording studio I'm renting for a few hours and then came back home with me.”
“At what time did he leave your apartment that night?” The detective pressed.
“He didn't. He stayed the night,” Seungmin said, trying not to smile at the memories of that night.
The detective paused and cocked his head. “Do you have a romantic relationship with Mr. Bang?”
“We are dating but not officially,” Seungmin said, crossing his ankles under his chair.
“Why?”
“Because I was going to ask him to be my boyfriend this weekend and you detained him, so I didn't get the chance,” Seungmin huffed. “How is this relevant to the case?”
His head snapped at the question but he ignored it entirely. “Do you have any evidence of you two being at that address at the time of the murder?”
“Yes, we have cameras in common areas; you can see us walking in and out of the building.” Seungmin was honestly starting to get agitated. He didn't know how else to say that Chris was with him that night.
“Any alternative exits?”
“No,” he snapped. “I use that place as a recording studio, so it doesn't have any windows or other doors. In fact, the common bathroom is at the end of the hallway.”
The detective raised his eyebrows at that.
“What?” Seungmin said, his tone not quite as polite as it should have been.
“I just didn't think Mr. Bang would step out of his element so drastically. It's hard to picture him like that,” the detective shrugged.
“Chris has never made me feel less for not having money. He spends most of his free time at my tiny apartment and-” Seungmin stopped short. Maybe Chris wouldn't appreciate him telling people that he cooks and is incredibly romantic.
“And?”
“He cooks for me,” Seungmin mumbled, knowing that if he tried to keep that information hidden now it would look terrible. “Listen, he's an incredible guy. I don't understand how he ended up as a suspect. I know that he's a very important and public person, but you'll have to find someone else to blame. He was with me at the studio, and that's the truth - which you can confirm easily. I even have access to the security feed on my phone.”
“Would there be anything incriminating in your phone if we also decided to read your texts?”
Seungmin snorted. “Depending on how incriminating you find sexting.”
The detective coughed. “Incredible,” he murmured. “The Bang Chan involved with a poor kid, playing the role of a doting boyfriend.”
“Hey! He's not- Wait. Bang Chan?” Seungmin frowned. Why did that name sound so familiar, and not in a good way?
“Yes, Bang Christopher Chan. Who did you think we were talking about?”
“Chris is… Bang Chan?”
“Yes, the sole heir to the Bangs, the well-known mobster. You really didn't know?”
Seungmin was left speechless, his mouth moving repeatedly, but no sound coming out of it. The wheels started to turn in his head and he began to put the puzzle pieces together. “Oh.”
“So is your official statement that he was with you on that day?”
“Yes, of course! I wouldn't lie to the police.”
“What did his brother-in-law tell you before you came in?”
“He told me to tell the truth because Chris didn't do anything wrong.”
The detective snorted and threw his pen at the table. At that moment, the door opened and another officer walked in with Han.
“If that's all, I will take Chris’ partner with me. He has answered your questions and the precinct has already gotten access to the security footage. We will be waiting for Chris’ release; we have a family dinner to attend.” Han said, turning around and walking out without waiting for a reply.
Standing up and putting his zip-up hoodie back on, Seungmin rushed to follow behind him. He'd never seen anyone with so much authority over the police. Despite his unassuming, adorable face, Han Jisung could really command anyone he wanted. Somehow, he even looked taller, or maybe it was just Seungmin's impression because the officers seemed to shrink away from him.
Han walked right out of the police station and got into a black van, leaving the door open and gesturing for him to get in. “You were amazing, Seungmin. Not everyone can stay calm under pressure like you did. You're a good kid,” he said, as Seungmin took a seat next to him.
“I was telling the truth,” Seungmin said. “Now what?”
“Now we wait for Chris. He should be out shortly; he'll want to talk to you,” Han said and smiled softly at him. “He has been going crazy without you, but he didn't want to bother you unless it was really necessary.”
Seungmin smiled briefly before he remembered what he had just learned about his dream husband. “Is he really in the mafia?”
A hand dropped on his shoulder a little too hard and then squeezed his shoulder. “Seungmin-ah, don't ask questions.”
“I- I” Seungmin tried.
“Min, it's not funny. He has every right to ask questions,” Han chided his husband and turned to Seungmin. “Listen, I would prefer it if you discussed things with Chris first. Then, if you still want to talk, we'll be available.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“You always have a choice, but I would really appreciate it if you gave Chris the chance to explain himself.”
He considered it for a moment and nodded. If he didn't get some answers he was going to regret it for the rest of his life. If anything, it would make for a good story to tell his friends.
“Seungmin-ssi,” said Changbin from the driver's seat, startling him. “How is your friend, Felix?”
“Uh, he's doing well. Oh, I should text him. He was with me when the police came.” He said. “How do you know him?”
“Text him, say Changbin and Hyunjin from the club said hi,” Hyunjin added from the passenger seat.
“Oh, it's you!” Seungmin said. “You're the guys he talked to that night!”
“Yes!” Changbin said a little too excitedly, earning a slap in the arm from Hyunjin.
“Baby, I'm ok. I'll tell you everything when I get back but I'm done with my statement and Chris is getting released. He was with me when the murder was committed. Changbin and Hyunjin from the club told me to say hi; they are Chris’ security.” Seungmin sent the text quickly, with Han reading over his shoulder.
“Hi, I'm Jeongin. I was your security!” Said someone from the back seat.
Seungmin turned to look at the cute boy with the adorable smile that he'd seen from afar. “Oh, hi, thank you. I hadn't seen you there.”
“No worries,” Jeongin said happily.
The door of the van slid open and Seungmin was met with a very tired-looking Chris. “Seung,” he said, his eyes quickly filling up with tears.
Seungmin pulled him into a hug. God, what had he gotten himself into? And why was he already giving in?
Minho cleared his throat. “This van is full already.”
Seungmin let go of Chris and looked between them, wondering what was going on.
“We'll take my car. Just the two of us,” Chris said, looking at Changbin.
“Hyung, you can't!” Changbin whined.
“I can and I will. You have the rest of the day off. I don't want to see you until tomorrow.”
Changbin and Hyunjin shared a look and smirked.
Chris held out his hand to him, which he accepted promptly, and led him to a Porsche parked a few meters away.
“Would you like to see my house?” Chris asked softly.
Seungmin finally took a good look at Chris and realized he had never seen him in just jeans and a black tank top. Somehow, he looked even hotter dressed down, but he resisted the urge to give in immediately. “Let's talk first,” he said, not wanting to put himself in a situation from which he couldn't escape if he wished to.
Nodding, Chris unlocked the doors and got on, waiting until Seungmin had clipped on the seat belt before starting the car. “Where to?”
“Seoul Forest? I think we can have a private conversation there.”
“Alright.” Chris gave him a grateful yet sad smile. “I'm so sorry - for everything.”
Seungmin shook his head. “Not here. Let's just enjoy the drive for now.”
Chris looked like he wanted to argue, but chose not to. He set up his GPS and drove quietly.
“So, how are you? Did they treat you well?”
“I thought we weren't talking until we got there,” Chris mumbled.
“You can tell me how you are. We're just leaving the more important topics for when we are not in risk of crashing,” Seungmin said with a humorless laugh.
Chris shrank in his seat but kept his eyes on the road. “It was ok, I guess. The others knew who I was, so they stayed away from me, especially after Min stopped by. He made sure to look each detainee in the eyes.”
“Why?”
“In case anything happened to me, I guess.”
Seungmin wanted to ask what Minho would have done to whoever dared touch Chris but he felt like he had a good idea what the response would be and he was not ready to hear that just yet.
“I missed you, you know?” Chris said. “It's crazy, but all I could think about was getting home to you. You kept me sane in there.”
Seungmin smiled hopefully. “Is that actually true?” He asked. Home. Home to me. The detective had said Chris was used to his rich lifestyle, yet Chris had called his shoe box apartment home.
“It is. I know we haven't been together for long, but you drive me crazy. Minnie, I've never felt anything like this,” Chris said, looking at him briefly, his eyes misty before he focused on the road again.
“I -” Seungmin shook his head. “Let's talk when we get there.”
He saw Chris swallow and nod, his lips pressed into a line. He felt bad at not being able to talk about his feelings but he needed to make an informed decision first.
When they finally reached the forest, Seungmin checked his messages, seeing a bunch of emojis from Lix and a single message asking for him to share his location, which he promptly did before locking his phone.
They chose one of the walking paths and made their way to the picnic spots overlooking the river.
Seungmin removed his hoodie and set it on the grass so they could sit on it. “This is nice,” he said, breaking the ice. “Kind of like I wanted to do for our date.” He plopped down and patted the space next to him.
Chris sat down, crossing his ankles and leaning back on his hands. “I'm so sorry I ruined things,” he said, a blush creeping up his face.
“I understand that it wasn't your fault; you didn't do it,” Seungmin said, hoping for a confirmation.
“No, I had nothing to do with that and none of my people did either. I believe it was a setup.” Chris cleared his throat. “I’m so sorry for lying to you. I was just being careful. I'm sure you have questions. Go ahead.”
“Have you ever killed anyone?” Seungmin asked, surprising even himself.
“No,” Chris replied with a clipped tone.
“Have you ever gotten anyone killed?”
Chris looked at him for a moment. “You know who I am. You know who my family is.”
“No. I prefer to steer clear of violence unless there's no other choice. If someone messes with my loved ones, or tries to attack me… I can't let that go, Minnie. If I looked weak in any way, they would kill me and my entire family.”
Seungmin nodded.
“I understand if this is too much. I know that I should tell you that we're done, that it's too dangerous for you, but I want to be selfish, just this one time,” Chris said, his tone getting more and more desperate as he continued. “Please, please don't leave me. Let me prove to you that I can keep you safe, that we can be happy together.”
“Do you really think it's possible?” Seungmin asked, feeling insane enough to consider it.
“It has to be. Han and Minho have managed it. We can do it too - if you're up for the challenge."
“How? What would I have to do?”
“You'd need to learn to use guns and take personal defense classes. I would like you to move in with me,” he said. “I know it's too fast, but I need to know that you are safe at all times. You could have your own room and anything else you want and your own security people.”
“Jeongin?” Seungmin asked.
“I don't know; he's Han and Minho's baby; they trained him and he's their bodyguard. You'd have to ask them, but we have plenty of staff.”
“Oh,” he said. “Why was he outside my apartment all this time then?”
“I think Hannie was looking out for me, wanting to know if you were trustworthy as well as keep you safe. They don't actually need a bodyguard, having shoot outs is their idea of a romantic night together.”
Seungmin thought back to Han's sudden change during their brief conversation and Minho's warning. “Are they the ones that…?”
“Yes. They handle that side of the business while I run the corporation,” Chris smiled sadly. “Minho is much better suited to be the heir to everything, but I'm his hyung, and he respects me too much to just take over. I've always been the disappointment of the family.”
“What do you mean?” Seungmin frowned.
“I don't love that side of things. I prefer to stick to handling mergers, running the legal side of the business. Minho is not actually a Bang, you know? He broke into my house when it belonged to my grandfather; he was barely a scrawny kid who did whatever he could to survive. My grandfather saw a lot of his younger self in Minho; he had pulled himself out of poverty by dealing with criminals and slowly building his empire brick by brick, so instead of turning him in to the police or killing him, my family took Minho in and raised him as one of their own,” Chris said, staring out to the river with a pensive look. “Both my father and grandfather loved him dearly, and by extension, his Hannie.” He turned to Seungmin with a soft expression and even softer voice. “They are not wild animals; they don't attack anyone just because they can, but they don't let anyone mess with us. I would be nothing without them; my family's legacy would have vanished if they weren't there for me.”
“I think you're wrong,” Seungmin said, resting his hand on Chris’. “I don't think your family was disappointed in you. They wouldn't have made you the heir if that were the case. I believe they knew that your brother and Han would be there to complement your talents.”
Chris shook his head and smiled sadly. “What is a mobster who doesn't like illegal activities and is unable to kill anyone?”
“A businessman,” Seungmin said. “And that's all you ever need to be. You don't need to be involved with the rest of it.”
Chris raised his eyebrows at him. “What else would I do with it? I can't exactly sell that aspect of our assets.”
“You could sign it off to Minho and Han. You said they love what they do; let them handle it. You have enough on your plate.”
“That would put them in even more danger.”
“Chris… They are already doing it. It would just make things official. And if anything happened to you, it wouldn't affect them financially.”
“I don't know if that's even possible,” Chris said, but there was a glint in his eye. “I need to look into it. And what about us? You still haven't answered.” Chris whined. “Seungmin, please, I love you, I-”
Seungmin cupped his cheek and pressed their lips together, slowly climbing into his lap. “Chris, baby,” he moaned, pulling him into another kiss by the hair.
“Oh my god!” Someone said, and they scrambled away from each other. An older woman stood on the nearest walking path uphill and was staring right at them, an even older-looking man coming to stand at her side.
“You shouldn't have interrupted them,” the man laughed. “We used to be the same way!”
Seungmin hugged Chris and hid his face in the other's chest.
“There are families out here, you should go somewhere more private!” The woman said, blushing madly and dragging her husband away. “And we were never that indecent, don't be telling people things like that.”
“We were plenty indecent, Chae!” He laughed.
“They are gone,” Chris whispered. “Come on,” he said, standing up and helping Seungmin.
“Where are we going?” Seungmin asked.
Chris gave him a kiss, picked the hoodie up and dragged him along. “To my house, where nobody will interrupt us.”
---
Seungmin barely had a second to look at the entrance of the two-story mansion before Chris opened the door and picked him up, helping him wrap his legs around him.
“I thought you wanted to show me around,” Seungmin laughed, delighted at being manhandled so easily.
“Oh, of course. We'd better start the tour in my bedroom; it's the best part of the house!” Chris said and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before carrying him up the stairs.
“Hyung!” Seungmin squealed and felt Chris twitch in his pants.
“Stop that before we both fall down the stairs,” he groaned.
Soon enough, Chris kicked a door open and dropped him on his kingsized bed, crawling over him and biting his bottom lip before unceremoniously kissing him, messily, hungrily. He whined as he lined their hips together and ground down, making him see stars.
Desperate for more, Seungmin started pulling at Chris’ clothes, nearly tearing his tank top and struggling with his belt.
Chris let out a breathy laugh and pulled again to quickly remove his tank top, opening his jeans and raising one eyebrow at him. “Are you keeping that on? Do you want me to fuck you with your clothes on, baby?”
Seungmin let out a surprised moan and nodded. He knew Chris was just teasing, but now that he could see the vision in his mind, he needed it. He yelped as he was flipped on his stomach and had his pants and underwear pulled down just past his ass, making it difficult for him to even spread his legs.
Everything became hazy after Chris shoved a silk pillow under his hips and began prepping him with a bit too much lube and too little patience. Seungmin was barely aware of hearing himself chanting “Hyung, hyung, hyung!” as he rutted against the pillow.
A sharp spank on his ass made him stop in his tracks, and his eyes water, the pain singing through his body, making him feel alive again. God, how he had missed Chris. “Please,” he whimpered.
He felt the pressure of Chris’ cock against his rim and pushed back just a little, just to get the tip inside faster, hissing with the sting of pleasure coursing through him.
“Fuck, Minnie!” Chris moaned. “You're perfect, baby!” he said as he pressed in, bottoming out in one thrust and allowing him a moment to adjust.
Seungmin could hear his own heartbeat along with their shallow breaths. He crossed his arms in front of him and hid his face there, trying to relax his body.
Chris laid on him fully, resting his head on Seungmin's shoulder and moaning in his ear as he began to fuck him mercilessly, only snapping his hips at a brutal pace.
“So good, baby,” he moaned, pressing a sloppy kiss to his temple. “So fucking good and all mine, aren't you? Hmm?”
“Yes, hyung! Ah!” He moaned, his eyes rolling back as Chris began to hit his prostate dead on. “There! Right there!” He felt the beginning of his orgasm approaching quickly, the slide of his cock against the silk only making it better.
“Seungmin-ah, look!” Chris said, grabbing him by the hair and showing him his reflection in a mirror attached to the lowest part of the headboard. He had tears running down his cheeks, red eyes and he was drooling with each thrust. Pressed to his cheek was Chris’ face, looking almost possessed, the veins on his forehead and neck bulging deliciously. “Mine,” he growled. Then, he bit Seungmin's neck, and the world exploded.
“Fuck, Chris! I love you!” Seungmin screamed and shut his eyes as he came all over the pillow.
Chris whimpered on top of him, snapping his hips, chasing his own orgasm. “Yes, yes, baby,” he mumbled. “Just a bit more,” he groaned in a way that made Seungmin's eyes widen. He knew that tone, that scrunched up face, Chris was holding back.
“Hyung,” he said, Chris’ eyes finally meeting his in the mirror. “Let go, be a good hyung and come inside me. Mark me up,” he pleaded.
Chris let out a choked sob and came inside him, filling him up with his warmth and collapsing on top of him. He didn’t pull out, but Seungmin didn’t mind. He let out a happy sigh and shut his eyes for just one moment.
Just one moment…
---
Six months later.
Chris sang a little tune he had been working on as he walked down the hall towards Seungmin’s at-home studio. Even if Seungmin had made it clear that the space was for them both, he preferred to think of it that way. After all, it had been Seungmin’s idea to make a safe space where they could work on music together away from prying eyes and continue to explore their sex life. He’d never thought about making music himself, but after his boyfriend taught him the basics, Chris found that he really enjoyed producing, especially for Seungmin.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Seungmin often let him sit on his lap and cock warm him while he edited his songs.
He punched in the code and the door opened for him. The studio was perfect, bulletproof, fireproof, with its own snack bar and plenty of drinks, and the possibility to lock anyone out from the inside. Keeping Changbin and Hyunjin out of their space had been a challenge, but after allowing one security check and confirming that there were guns inside, in case anyone broke into the house and they needed to escape, they backed down.
He stepped inside and before he could close the door, he heard Felix’s voice carry through the house. “Harder! Yeah!” Chris groaned.
Seungmin laughed and shook his head. “I swear he does it on purpose. They are all in on it; they like to be heard!” He said. “You know, he asked if they could watch us sometime.”
Chris shut the door. “Oh? All three of them?” Changbin and Hyunjin had already been way too comfortable fucking around Chris, but adding Felix to the mix had been the recipe for disaster. Still, he loved his friends and he was growing to care for Felix, so he was not going to tell them how to live.
“Yeah, of course, he wouldn’t do it without them,” Seungmin said, pulling down his pants just enough to let his semi-hard cock out and stroke it, lubbing it already. “Come on, hyung. Bring that gorgeous ass over.”
Chris obeyed, walking over and leaning down to set his hands on the console. He looked up to the glass of the recording booth and saw Seungmin’s smile in the faint reflection as he pulled Chris’ pants down.
Seungmin tapped on the outside of the plug, pressing it gently before pulling it out slowly, watching his rim open around the metal, only to push it back in.
“Please don’t. I really don’t want to be teased or edged today,” Chris said, feeling comfortable enough to be upfront with his needs, knowing that Seungmin would never let his requests go unanswered.
“Ok, hyungie,” he said, pulling the plug out slowly and sitting down on his chair again. “I’m ready for you, come fuck yourself on my cock if you want it so badly.”
Chris moaned, leaning forward to reach around and line Seungmin’s cock with his rim and slide back until he was pressed to the other’s chest. He rolled his hips slowly, breathing deeply to adjust better to the length inside of him but lost his patience quickly when he managed to graze his prostate for a moment and then missed it. He huffed and switched tactics and began to bounce on Seungmin’s lap, enjoying the drag, the burn on his thighs, and the way Seungmin held his waist, helping him, keeping him grounded. He looked into the glass again and saw himself fucking himself on his boyfriend’s cock like a common whore, like he was starving for it, and fuck, he was starving for it. He couldn’t get enough of getting fucked by Seungmin; he was elated each time he got a chance to have him inside.
Chris bit his lip when he made eye contact with his boyfriend through the mirror. “Almost there, baby. Come on, make hyung come,” he moaned.
Seungmin gave him an evil smile and pulled him down on his cock, holding him there, his other hand coming to jerk him off hard and fast, as if he was fifteen again and trying to finish before his parents could walk in on him. “Fuck!” Chris moaned and came all over his chest, clenching around seungmin and hurling him into his own orgasm as he rutted into Chris.
Honestly, bottoming frequently had completely rewired his brain, boosting his confidence, and dare he say it, made him a better top. He hummed happily.
Seungmin dropped a kiss on his shoulder. “How did it go?”
“Everything is finalized. I’m officially only the face of the corporation and a part of the board.”
Seungmin's smile could’ve lit up a thousand cities.“Congrats on your partial retirement, love. Thank you.”
“Thank you for suggesting it. I love you,” he said, turning to kiss his boyfriend. He felt Seungmin’s cock twitch inside him. “You can’t be serious!” he snorted.
“It’s not my fault, hyung, look at how good we look together!” He gestured to the mirror.
Chris stood and dragged him over to the sofa. “My turn! Ride me so we can send the boys a video.”
Seungmin moaned a little too loudly at the idea. “Best boyfriend ever!” he said and got to work.
Summary: Seungmin can't stop thinking about the hot businessman he fucked at the back rooms of a club not realizing that he's the notorious mob boss everyone in town fears.
Ship: Seungchan
Rating: E
Word Count: 13.4k overall
Tags: Alternate Universe, Crime boss Bang Chan, Dom/Sub undertones, switching, Hyung kink, Kim Seungmin likes to be manhandled, soft Bang Chan, happy ending, Porn with plot.
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Seungmin hummed along to the song playing in his headphones, smiling and taking a deep breath as he basked in the warmth the sun rays provided for his walk back home. He'd always found strength in Day 6’s music, but his favorite song was proving to be a bit of a sore spot at the moment, his mind going back to Chris even if he tried to avoid it.
He huffed and kicked a small rock on the sidewalk. Honestly, it wasn't that deep. He hooked up with a hot guy, and they went their separate ways without a way to contact each other and now he was a little obsessed. It happened to other people every day; he just wasn't used to it happening to him. Seungmin had never been one to get attached easily, or even at all. It wasn't like men were treating him like an actual person or wanting to get to know him. If they didn't care why would he, right?
So what if he was singing to the chorus of “예뻤어” a little too intensely for being in public? It was nobody's business.
As he turned around the corner to his street, he almost stumbled when something caught his eye, but he kept singing along and walking slowly, trying to pretend to still be in his own little world. There was a black SUV parked outside his building. Such an expensive car in a low-income area was not common. In fact, it usually meant something was up. For a moment, he thought about turning the other way, but there were two men in black slacks and tight shirts leaning against the van, and they had paused their conversation and were staring at him intently. They looked suspicious and out of place, as if they were up to something - aside from flirting with each other. The more muscular one had been preening under the taller guy's gaze like a peacock.
Seungmin peered at them from under his fringe and continued to sing at a lower volume to be more aware of his surroundings. He turned to the entrance of his building and walked up two steps before he heard the door of the SUV slide open, almost causing him to trip in panic. He wished he had eyes in the back of his head. Something was up and he didn't know what it was, but it was putting him on edge.
“Minnie,” he heard and stopped, slowly turning around, a smile appearing on his lips.
“Chris?” He asked, hating himself for how excited he sounded. “What are you doing here?”
Chris stepped out of the car, white silk shirt clinging deliciously to his muscles and black pants hugging his thighs just enough to remind Seungmin of how they had felt wrapped around him. He walked slowly yet confidently towards him, and Seungmin felt the urge to kneel before him, but refrained; he'd done many embarrassing things before but there had to be a limit.
“Can we talk?” He asked, his voice soft and airy. There was movement behind him; the two other men tried to follow but Chris turned around and mumbled something Seungmin couldn't quite catch. They pursed their lips but got into the van and shut the door without a word.
Turning back around, Chris smiled at him once again and trotted towards him, extending one hand. “Hi,” he said, his smile never faltering.
Despite himself, Seungmin placed his hand on Chris’. “Hi… so, how did you find me?”
“Umm, I- I can explain but we really need to speak inside,” Chris said, looking over his shoulder.
“Ok, come on up,” he said, and pulled Chris inside. On one hand, he knew that he could be very well leading a very hot serial killer into his home, on the other hand, he hoped that, if that was the case, he could get railed and choked a little before dying. There were worse ways to go anyway.
They silently climbed up the four flights of stairs and walked into Seungmin's apartment. Before he could even lock the door, Chris had him pressed up against it, trapping him in a searing kiss that had him forgetting every question he wanted to ask. His hands wrapped around Chris and pulled him even closer, caressing from the back of his neck all the way down to that gorgeous ass.
Chris' lips trailed down his neck and let out a broken moan. “Seungmin!”
His eyes snapped open and he froze, the gravity of the situation coming back to him. He pushed at Chris' chest softly. “You said you wanted to talk.”
Chris nodded. “Sorry, I couldn't help myself, you drive me insane.”
Seungmin cleared his throat and nodded, pretending not to be delighted by the compliment. “So…”
“So…” Chris snorted and shook his head. “Sorry, I just. I couldn't stop thinking about you. The chemistry we have is insane and I… I had to see you again.”
“So you want to fuck,” Seungmin said, trying to keep a neutral tone.
“I mean, yes, that's part of it, but I want to get to know you better. I think that you could be good for me and I think I could be good for you as well, if you allowed me. I've never felt so at ease with anyone.”
“I see.” Seungmin tried his best not to let any emotion show before he knew what hand he was dealing with.
“You are not interested. Jesus, I'm sorry,” Chris said, his smile finally dropping. “Of course you are not, look at yourself and look at me.”
Seungmin frowned. “Hey, no. Don't do that”
“What?” Chris asked with huge eyes. He looked wounded.
“I just need to know how you found me. You didn't ask for my number and refused to give me yours, but now you are here.”
“Oh,” Chris scratched the back of his neck and let out an embarrassed smile.“Well, you know, because of my work, I- I tend to be… careful, with the people I let in, even just casually, so I needed to be sure. I had to do a background check on you.”
“You thought I was after your money,” Seungmin said. It made sense, even if it hurt his pride and made him terribly uncomfortable.
Chris looked taken aback by the comment, as if that thought hadn't even crossed his mind. “Um, no. You are everything I would have wanted wrapped into a person and I had to make sure the competition wasn't just planting someone in my personal life to gain information or hurt me in some way.”
Seungmin's eyes widened, it was a rare occasion when he was left speechless. He hadn't considered how dangerous the corporate world could be. Instead of being too paranoid, he'd been focusing on small potatoes; too small for Chris. “So, you asked around, or…. How did you figure out my name?”
“Facial recognition from the cameras at the club. And no, there aren't any cameras in the back rooms. At least not the one we were in.”
“That's good. Good, I'm glad that there aren't any tapes of my ass floating around,” he said, not knowing what to make of the situation.
Chris snorted and relaxed visibly, his eyes finally looking around and taking in the modest apartment. “Yes, I'm glad too. I really meant it when I said that if it got out that I bottomed my life would be hell. It's hard enough that I was outed as it is, people will find any reason to disrespect you, you know?” He said, his eyes never meeting Seungmin's. Slowly walking around the tiny apartment in wonder, gently caressing Seungmin's trinkets with one finger, Chris looked so curious, almost child-like.
Seungmin nodded but before he could say something insightful or witty, his stomach growled, reminding him of how hungry he'd been.
Chris finally turned to him and smiled. “Would you let me cook for you?”
“Here? Now?”
“Of course! You're hungry, let me feed you.”
“I don't have much,” Seungmin mumbled.
“Don't worry, we'll see what we can come up with and the boys will go grocery shopping for us and get the rest.”
“The guys from the van?”
“Yeah, they are my bodyguards but also my friends.”
“That's some rich people bullshit,” he said before he could catch himself.
Instead of being offended, Chris laughed so hard his eyes nearly disappeared into tiny lines, the end tail of his laugh sounding more like inhales than an outward laugh. It was adorable. “That's true, but I need to be serious about my safety,” he said, already rummaging through Seungmin's fridge. “Minnie… there's barely anything here. What do you usually eat?”
“Eggs, instant ramen… That's it. I don't want to set the apartment on fire, I really need my deposit back and I'm a danger to any kitchen. I also don't have the time to learn properly.”
“Ah, the Uni lifestyle. There will be no more of that. It's a good thing that you are such a talented musician and you can focus on studying so much; I hear that your scholarship is extremely difficult to achieve. To help you thrive, from now on I will be either cooking for you or sending you proper meals prepared by a chef or a restaurant of my choice.”
Seungmin shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. “That's a bit much. We've just met, don't you think we should take things slowly?”
“No,” Chris said, coming to stand before him, their chests almost pressed together. “But if you really don't want me to fuck you after dinner like I was planning to, you can just say that.” He mumbled against his lips.
Seungmin whined, his hands coming to grab Chris’ biceps. Chris was a fucking menace to his sanity. He shook his head.
“What do you say?” Chris pressed. “I need words, puppy. Answer Hyung.”
“Yes, I want it… hyung.” Seungmin replied, looking at Chris through his fringe with wide eyes and biting his lip.
Chris took a step back. “Perfect then. I'll text the boys the grocery list. Do you like fruit?”
Seungmin blinked. “Uh, of course.”
“Good. No matter what I tell them to buy, Hyunjin will spend twice as much on fruit for us. He just wants everyone to enjoy fruit; you'll be stocked for the week.”
He let out a shocked laugh at the mental image. “Ok, sounds good.”
Chris sent the text and made himself at home in the kitchen, opening cupboards, pulling out the cutting board and examining the knives. “The good news is that since you don't cook, the knives are sharp,” he giggled.
“Hyungie, why are you so adorable? That's my job!” Seungmin said.
“I'm not,” Chris laughed, blushing so much that his ears looked ready to burst.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Seungmin puffed out his cheeks and made a half-heart at him.
“Ah, Seungmin-ah! You're too cute!” Chris said, pulling him into a tight hug. Too tight, actually.
“Noooo,” he laughed. “Let me go or I'll scream!”
“We can’t have that!” Chris said with a breathy laugh and dropped to his knees, reaching for Seungmin's belt. “If you want to scream I better give you a good reason!” he said, merrily and unceremoniously pulling his cock out and taking it into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Seungmin moaned, having run out of anything funny to say the moment he felt that tight heat around him. He buried his hands in Chris’ hair and pulled gently, causing the other to moan around his length. He tried to think for a moment if anyone had ever just… take him like that and make him hard with their mouth but nothing came to mind. Within seconds, he was fully hard and sliding down Chris’ throat while staring down into his eyes, those eyes that were on him, watching him like a hawk, gauging his every reaction. “Hyung! Hyung! Ah, ah! Fuck!”
Chris’ hands travelled up Seungmin's legs, pulling his jeans down a little further before settling on his thighs with a bruising hold as he worked on his cock, swirling his tongue and hollowing his cheeks, but keeping the same maddening pace.
Seungmin's hands moved on their own accord, curling behind Chris’ neck and holding in place as he thrust once and stayed buried in his throat, making him gag around his cock. The sound was enough to send him over the edge, shooting rope after rope of come down Chris’ throat. “Fuck, yes!” He moaned and looked down at Chris who was struggling to breathe yet didn't fight him. “Shit, sorry!” He pulled out and reached for the kitchen roll to wipe away the tears and the mess running down Chris’ chin.
“Oh, you'll be sorry!” Chris said in a sultry tone; or as sultry as he could manage with a ruined throat. “My turn,” he said as he stood up and pushed on Seungmin's shoulders, making him kneel. He took a step back to look at his posture and shook his head. “Tsk, that won't do. Take off your jeans and underwear so you can kneel properly before me.”
Letting out a low moan, Seungmin hurried to comply. He kneeled on his kitchen floor and looked up at Chris.
“Good. Now spread your thighs and settle down on your feet. Put your hands behind your back. “I only ever want to see them out if you need me to stop. Is that clear?”
Seungmin nodded. He could feel himself almost slipping away from his body, but he made an effort to stay present. He wanted to experience this fully and commit the moment to memory.
Chris opened his pants and fed him his cock without preamble, without even bothering to undress further. He just fucked his mouth, slowly at first, but gaining momentum until Seungmin lost his focus and choked violently. Chris pulled out his cock and jerked himself fast, pushing at Seungmin's forehead with his other hand and groaning as he came all over his face. “Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. He then took in his work and smiled sweetly at him, pushing some of his come into Seungmin's mouth and playing with his tongue.
The doorbell rang, breaking the moment and Seungmin blinked, finally taking notice of how much his knees hurt. Chris helped him up and walked over to the kitchen sink, where he washed his face and pulled Seungmin in order to help him wash up as well, standing behind him and bringing a wet hand to wrap around his cock.
“If you do that we'll never even get to dinner. Go get the groceries, hyung,” Seungmin said, giving him a hip bump.
“Alright,” Chris said, dropping a kiss on Seungmin's shoulder. “I'll be right back. If you want to take a shower in the meantime, I can have dinner ready in thirty minutes.”
Seungmin smiled and watched him leave. The image of a beautiful garden wedding with Felix as the flower girl popped into his mind; perhaps they could have a child - or six. In that precise moment, the breeze coming through the sliding door of the balcony reminded him that he was standing in his kitchen with only his shirt on, a wet face and a slobbered cock. He promptly picked up his clothes and ran to the bathroom. By the time he came out, dinner was served at the breakfast bar, since he didn't own a table. Still, Chris had made it look beautiful. There were candles, red roses in a vase he'd never seen before, iridescent wine glasses and square plates full of pasta that looked delightful. “Chris, did you even buy the plates?”
“The boys went a little crazy with the shopping, hence why they took so long. Hyunjin was an interior designer in another life, I swear. And Changbin will never say no to him.” He smiled. “Sit! Let's eat before it gets cold.” He looked at Seungmin expectantly. “I wish that I could take you out to a nice restaurant, but I'm afraid we'd need to rent the entire thing and didn't think to do so in advance. I hope this is to your liking.”
Seungmin hoped that Chris never stopped smiling because it did something to his cold dead heart. “Thank you, hyungie,” he said softly. While it was a bit embarrassing that his date had to actually buy decent plates for him, Chris managed not to make him feel like shit for being poor.
The pasta was amazing, the wine absolutely superb, but the best part of it all was the company. Chan was proving to be daring, funny, adorable, reliable, caring and hot. Fuck he was so hot too, both in body and mind. Seungmin had never even considered marrying someone because avoiding the chance of a nasty divorce was more important to him than a piece of paper, but god, he was starting to think that even if Chris ended up being a mistake, he would be the best mistake he ever made. Of course, he would never say such a thing, because that sounded insane and he was not about to let Chris know exactly how insane he was… yet.
Dinner was soon gone, after Chris had inquired enough about his boring university life and his more ephemeral friendships, focusing on learning about Felix for a bit for some reason before he asked where the bedroom was, as if either of the two doors in the apartment held any sort of secrets. Still, he led Chris to his bedroom and let himself be kissed and undressed slowly, too slowly for his taste.
“Please, hyung!” Seungmin whined.
“Didn't you want to take it slow?” Chris smirked.
“No, I changed my mind. Please, I need it!” He wailed.
“Aw, I can't have my pup's needs unattended, now, can I?”
Seungmin shook his head and pouted.
Chris picked him up and dropped him in the center of the bed. Then, he removed his own clothes swiftly and crawled over to him. “I want you to stay still this time and let me take care of you, ok? I don't want to have to repeat myself.”
“Yes, hyung. I'll be good.” Seungmin yelped when he felt a lubed finger slipping into him as Chris dropped kisses all over his neck. “When did you get lube?”
Chris snickered and lifted his head to look at him before indicating to his nightstand where his knotted dildo and a bottle of lube were conveniently placed. The condoms hadn't been there though.
“Fuck, I forgot,” he said, trying to roll and bury his face in his pillow.
“Don't be ashamed. I'm glad that you know what you like! I could buy one of those silicon knots that go around your dick and knot you with it.” The fact that Chris kept fingering him as if they weren't having the most insane conversation ever was the cherry on the cake of shame the night had turned into.
Seungmin's brain was struggling between the urge to disappear into thin air and agreeing with the plan. “I - please?”
“Yeah? You want to be knotted baby?”
He nodded and wrapped his legs around Chris. “It's fine, just do it.”
“Ok,” he whispered, rolling the condom over, pressing a kiss to Seungmin's sweaty temple and pushing into him slowly and giving him time to adjust.
“Shit,” Seungmin mumbled. “Please don't make me wait or I’m going to lose it. I'm serious,” he said. He was going to be sore, but he was willing to make that sacrifice.
“Alright, alright. No more waiting,” he said, and began to thrust into him, rolling his hips at a delicious pace. Not too fast, not too slow, just perfect. Just as perfect as Chris himself was.
He grabbed both of Seungmin's hands and pinned them above his head with only one of his own and the added feeling only served to fuel the fire burning in Seungmin's core. “Fuck! Yes! Just like that, hyung! Ah! Choke me!”
Chris’ hips stuttered and he looked into his eyes in awe, but said nothing. He wrapped one hand around his throat and squeezed just enough to make spots dance in Seungmin's vision. “Fuck, you are amazing,” Chris moaned, rolling his hips a bit faster now.
“Yes! Yes! Hyung!” Seungmin felt Chris’ cock twitch inside him as he came into the condom, but he didn't stop. He continued to fuck him through oversensitivity until Seungmin's cock let out a few pathetic spurts of come over their stomachs.
Chris collapsed on top of him, trembling from head to toe, still inside him.
“Thank you, Chris. Thank you!” Seungmin said a little deliriously.
Chris snorted. “You're welcome, Minnie.”
---
At first, it was a bit weird to have a security detail silently following him from afar, but Chris had insisted that it was necessary due to their constant meetings. If someone decided to follow Chris, Seungmin would soon become a target himself. At least they didn't interfere with his social interactions or engage unless extremely necessary. It was a small price to pay to continue to see Chris.
His life had improved so much in the past three weeks since Chris had waltzed in and changed everything; given him a gym membership, bought him three guitars, an entire new wardrobe, and most importantly, kept him fed with delicious food. Giving Chris a drawer at his place had been a no brainer and it had made Chris incredibly happy, even if he only kept a few things there. It was an important milestone in their almost-relationship.
Seungmin wanted to help Chris and make him as happy as he was by allowing him to relax and be taken care of while being mindful of his hesitation. It was time to show Chris his most sacred place: the very small apartment - if you could call it that - that served as his studio.
Chris walked in slowly, his hands extended in front of him to avoid running into a wall because of the blindfold and huffed when he kicked a chair. “Minnie! Can I take it off now?”
Seungmin snickered. “Yes, Chris. You can take it off.”
He blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the light again and looked around. It was a very small space but well utilized. Seungmin had painted the walls white, added a few mood lamps, a sofa and the odd fake plant. He had his mic, his instruments and his desk with his editing computer. The most important part, and the reason he'd brought Chris over, was the soundproofing.
“This is where I record my music. It took me a long time to afford the deposit and even longer to make it look this nice. I had to take two jobs for a little while, but it was all worth it in the end.”
“It's beautiful! Thank you for sharing your special place with me,” he said, sitting on the office chair and rolling over to him. He wrapped his arms around Seungmin's waist and pressed his face to his stomach.
Seungmin ran his fingers through Chris’ hair and smiled. “I brought you here so that this can also be your safe space. There are cameras in the entrance and the hallway but none here. It is soundproofed so nobody will hear us. I - I want to help you too. I want you to let go, here, with me.”
Chris looked up at him with shining eyes, and for a moment, Seungmin held his breath. It almost looked like Chris was going to say something, maybe finally ask him to be his boyfriend, but his face dropped for a split second before he smiled. “That's such a beautiful way to say you want to top.”
Rolling his eyes, Seungmin leaned down and kissed him softly. “What do you say?”
“It would be so cruel of me to say no when you thought of my needs so well,” he winked.
“That's what I wanted to hear. But first, let's get you ready. Strip and kneel on the chair,” He said, rolling Chris over to the sofa, chair and all.
Seungmin sat on the sofa and watched Chris reveal his body slowly, giving him a bit of a show, and cupped himself through his sweats.
Once he was fully naked, Chris hesitated, rubbing one of his arms. “You want me to kneel on the chair?”
“Yeah, facing away from me.”
Chris nodded and did as he was told. He barely had any time to settle into the position before Seungmin was spreading his cheeks apart and burying his face between them. He licked a long stripe from his balls all the way up to his hole with no finesse and moaned.
“Fuck,” Chris whimpered.
Seungmin smiled and continued to relentlessly lick his hole until he felt it quiver. Only then did he begin to spear his tongue in, fucking him with it.
“Minnie! Ah! Don't, I wanna come with you inside!” Chris said.
“Yeah, ok,” Seungmin said, too ravenous to deny Chris anything. “Come here,” he said, helping Chris onto the sofa. “Bend over the arm of the sofa - unless you want to ride me.”
Chris moaned, hesitating for a moment before bending over and looking at him over his shoulder.
Fuck, he looked so good Seungmin wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. How the fuck did he manage to pull the most beautiful, hot, funny, perfect guy in the world?
“Well?” Chris huffed.
Seungmin snickered and rushed to pull his clothes off. It was only his sweats and a hoodie. He hadn't bothered with getting dressed since he knew he would be undressing soon enough. He lubed himself up and pressed into Chris. He could have sworn he heard angels singing. Getting tested and forgoing condoms had been an amazing idea, especially when Chris felt so nice and wet around him. He started slow, not wanting to hurt Chris, but soon enough he was slamming into him, having pulled his arms back by the wrist to use them as leverage.
Chris' moans bounced off the walls mixed with sobs and pleas for him to go harder, to hurt him, to break him, but Seungmin was not comfortable with that just yet. They would need to discuss that more in detail for another day. Instead, he spanked Chris hard one time and sent him over the edge, following shortly after.
“Fu-uck,” Chris moaned, his voice hoarse. He looked down and snickered. “I'll get you a better sofa ‘cause that's not coming off.”
Seungmin laughed and pinched his ass.
---
He'd honestly thought that Chris asking to be his boyfriend was only a matter of time but when another week went by and nothing happened, Seungmin shrugged and decided that while good things come to those who wait, things could come faster if he asked for them. He planned a picnic date in the forest, where nobody would be able to see them and asked Lix to help him get some good snacks, deli meats and cheeses to pack. The problem was that while Chris had accepted the invitation, the weekend had come and gone without a word. No visits, no texts or calls. It was so strange because not a day had gone by without Chris contacting him in some way; even if he was unable to see him. His security people were still parked at the end of the street and would drop food for him but Chris was gone.
Thankfully, despite having ignored his best friend for nearly a month, he was not too cross with him - mostly because he got to eat whatever Chris bought for him as well, but still, it was good to have Lix to cuddle up to and whine into the night.
“What should I do?” Seungmin asked on Monday morning. Skipping classes for a man was crazy, but his stomach was trying to eat itself or something. He could barely eat so studying was a no go.
Lix grabbed another piece of cheese, wrapped it in prosciutto and popped it in his mouth. “Mmm, um, why don't you ask the security people to take you to him. Say you wanna talk and it's urgent. I don't think he would deny you.”
“Maybe I should.” He walked over to the balcony and frowned. The car was gone, but -
Someone pounded at the door. “Kim Seungmin! Please step outside.”
He looked at Lix, whose mouth was hanging open, displaying the half chewed piece of cheese he'd been eating. He walked to the door and looked through the peephole. “It's the police,” he whisper shouted. “What did you do?”
“Nothing!” Seungmin whispered shouted back. He cleared his throat and looked out. “Hello?”
“Kim Seungmin?”
“Yes?”
“Can you step outside?”
“Um, can you show me your badge through the door please?”
The officer rolled his eyes but complied.
“Thank you, one moment.” He unlocked the door and opened only a small gap. “Yes, officer?”
“I need you to come down to the station. We are running an investigation and someone has mentioned your name.”
Lix pushed his way in between Seungmin and the door, pulling it open. “What's the investigation for, officer?"
Seungmin huffed. This was not the time to be a true crime enthusiast, but Lix was too obsessed to even consider that.
“Murder. The main suspect has named your friend as his alibi.”
Seungmin gasped. “And who is the suspect?”
“Bang Christopher.”
“Oh, well now it makes sense that he wasn't answering your texts. He didn't lose interest, he was just detained,” Lixie said.
Seungmin grabbed his backpack and a hoodie and followed the officer out, throwing Lix a venomous look over his shoulder for that last comment. Don't worry, Chris; I'm coming.
Summary: Seungmin can't stop thinking about the hot businessman he fucked at the back rooms of a club not realizing that he's the notorious mob boss everyone in town fears.
Ship: Seungchan
Rating: E
Word Count: 13.4k overall
Tags: Alternate Universe, Crime boss Bang Chan, Dom/Sub undertones, switching, Hyung kink, Kim Seungmin likes to be manhandled, soft Bang Chan, happy ending, Porn with plot.
A/n: This is from last year but I never got around to posting it once they revealed authors. I am uploading all of my fics here today
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An odd mix of RnB, trap, and Jazz filled the air at a respectable volume, and Seungmin’s eyes roamed around the club as he sipped his whiskey on the rocks slowly, purposely; it was an expensive treat after all. He usually wasn’t in a position to indulge in his extravagant tastes, but Lix had dragged him to one of the most exclusive clubs, promising that he could get them in, and get them in he did.
Of course, he’d vanished shortly after, claiming he needed to look for someone, and Seungmin knew what that meant. Perhaps other people would be angry at his friend, but not him; they had settled into their dynamic years ago. They knew each other well and respected the differences in their personalities. For the lack of a better word, Felix was a slut, but so was Seungmin; they just expressed themselves in different ways.
Speaking of which…
Someone finally caught his eye, his gaze settled on the incredibly wide shoulders of the businessman sitting at the bar. He looked a bit out of place in his full suit, his perfect posture, and styled hair, but his aura was immaculate. Despite not being able to see his face, the sheer power rolling off him in waves brought a snarky smile to Seungmin’s lips. Then, the man turned to the side and said something to the barkeep, revealing a big, yet beautiful nose and incredibly pouty lips that made him gasp.
The decision was made for him, really. His feet carried him in that direction even before he knew what he was doing, but once his stomach was pressed firmly against the wood of the bar top, his brain caught up to him and he turned on his classic charm. Seungmin set his empty glass down, placed his hands on the bar, and leaned over just a little bit, letting his crop top ride up.
“Whiskey on the rocks,” he said, slowly (and painfully) pulling his wallet out of his pocket. He felt the burn of someone’s eyes on him from his left and turned to look at him, his prey, cocking his head to the side and giving him a wide smile. Seungmin took the opportunity to let his eyes take all of him in shamelessly and winked.
The man’s eyes twitched in surprise; he swallowed thickly but didn’t look away. “Put it on my tab,” he said as the bartender reached for the wallet, his eyes never leaving Seungmin’s. “Hi, what’s your name?”
“Minnie,” he said, biting his lip. Older men always liked that kind of stuff, the little innocent act and he was a master at it. “Yours?” He asked.
“Chris,” he said, looking a little amused perhaps. His shoulders relaxed a bit as he pulled a stool closer for him. “Sit.”
Seungmin’s smile widened but he didn’t sit. Instead, he stepped closer to Chris and placed a hand on his arm, squeezing gently on the surprisingly big muscles the suit was hiding. “What if I want to sit on your lap?”
Chris chuckled. “I don’t think this bar stool could fit both of us.”
“Maybe we should go somewhere more private then,” Seungmin whispered in his ear before leaning back to gauge his reaction.
“Do you always rush older men into your bed?” Chris asked with a smirk.
“Only the hottest ones,” he replied, playing with the folds of Chris’ shirt over his biceps. He pouted a little just for effect.
“What about your drink?”
Seungmin looked over his shoulder and realized his drink was just at his side, untouched. It would be rude to let it go to waste, so he shrugged and downed it, as if it was nothing, keeping one of the ice cubes between his teeth as he turned back to Chris, raising one eyebrow at him.
Chris did not disappoint, his hand twisted in Seungmin’s crop top as he pulled him in for a brutal kiss, his hands sliding around his torso and down to his ass. In seconds, the ice cube was nothing but water on their tongues, and Seungmin was pressed against Chris’ chest, feeling every inch of that muscular body crowding him despite him being slightly taller; he let his hands wander and pulled at his shirt, unsuccessfully trying to untuck it. He whined and the moment he made contact with Chris’ belt buckle, his head was pulled back by the hair.
“Want to go upstairs?” Chris said, his darkened eyes staring into Seungmin's soul.
He blinked in confusion. “What’s upstairs?”
“The back rooms,” Chris said, one hand coming to cup his bulge, thumb rubbing circles on him through his jeans.
“Oh, right,” Seungmin said, as if he'd known the rich kid's club had back rooms like any old gay club downtown.
Chris leaned closer and gently bit Seungmin's neck. “So, what will it be?”
His knees almost buckled under his weight at the pleasurable pain from the bite. He was no stranger to enjoying pain but Chris had the right amount of pressure down. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Yesss!” Seungmin hissed.
Chris pulled him along to a set of stairs tucked away in a dark corner of the club illuminated only by black light, yet Seungmin could hardly pay attention to anything but the incredible ass in front of him. It was then that a plan began to form in his mind, but he would need to play his cards right.
The upper floor consisted of a long hallway with unmarked doors on each side, yet Chris seemed to know exactly where they were going. He pulled one of the doors open without hesitation and dragged Seungmin in before he had time to react. As soon as they were inside of what looked like a love hotel room, Chris was all over him, slamming the door shut and pressing him up against it, big hands trying to tear his clothes off him, until he paused, eyeing Seungmin from head to toe hungrily.
“Like what you see, old man?” Seungmin asked with a devilish smirk. To his delight, Chris flung him onto the bed effortlessly, before kicking his shoes off and climbing on the bed to hover over him.
“Shut up before I punish you,” Chris bit back, his voice carrying no ill intent. It was cute.
“Make me, yo-”
A restricting yet soft hand wrapped itself around his throat, merely cutting his sentence off, still leaving room for him to complain if he so desired, but Seungmin was all out of complaints.
He let Chris do as he wished for a little bit, complying by opening his mouth for a searing kiss, letting him basically crawl inside of him, licking and biting him in a very practiced way. Even with how forceful he was, there was a degree of control in the way Chris carried himself; nothing was left to chance. When he pulled Seungmin’s jeans off and buried his face in his crotch to smell him, it was measured, calculated to drive Seungmin crazy, and he was succeeding. Chris then tried to pull his crop top off, but couldn’t, so he tore it off, quickly discarding the pieces of fabric and smiling down at Seungmin like he was going to eat him - and maybe he was.
Seungmin pouted at the loss of his favorite crop top but pulled Chris down for a kiss, focusing as best as he could on opening the stupidly tiny buttons of Chris' shirt while he took care of his jacket. The buttons were starting to get on his nerves, causing him to let out a frustrated whine. Chris laughed and took care of them instead, their lips never parting.
This left Seungmin’s hand free to do as he wished, so he unbuckled Chris’ belt and pulled down his zipper, not even bothering with pulling his pants down too and choosing to shove his hand into his boxer briefs and fist his cock harshly.
“Fuck, Minnie!” Chris moaned, choosing that moment to bite him again, this time at the juncture between Seungmin’s neck and his shoulder.
Seungmin gasped and pushed the other’s pants and underwear down his thighs. “Chris, now!” he demanded, parting his legs and putting on his best innocent face.
Chris got off the bed and finished undressing, finally taking in Seungmin’s naked body, his gaze darkening when he saw the sparkling jewel nestled between his cheeks. “You! Oh, you naughty, naughty puppy!” He growled, crawling over Seungmin, his fingers coming to pull at the end of the plug. “You were hoping for this.” It wasn’t a question, merely an observation. “You wanted to get fucked. Hmm? Anyone is good for you, huh?”
He shook his head. “No, not just anyone.”
“Oh?”
“I haven’t fucked anyone in months, I’m tired of immature boys from my uni.” It was true; Seungmin had been waiting for a gorgeous man to whisk him away and manhandle him.
“Mmm,” Chris smiled in an almost patronizing way. “So you were looking for someone older.”
“I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I knew I would recognize it when I saw it. Are you going to fuck me or do I have to go back down and bring someone else?” Seungmin asked, petulantly.
Chris snorted, wrapping both of Seungmin’s hands with one of his and pulling them above his head. “We’ll see about that.” With his free hand, he pulled at the plug until only the tip was left in and slammed it back inside over and over again.
“Fuck!” Seungmin moaned in shock. “Ah, ah ah!” he couldn’t help himself when Chris kept slamming the plug in mercilessly. “Please!” He whined, not wanting to come like this.
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me!”
Chris laughed. “What if I say no?”
It was time to switch tactics. “Hyuuung, please?” He begged, thrashing about, trying his best to look ruined, like prey.
Chris went still, and for a second, Seungmin thought he had fucked up. “Alright, since you begged so prettily, hyung will take care of you.”
The energy in the room shifted; it was hotter and heavier but also less rushed. Chris pulled the plug out and reached into his discarded pants, for a condom and a packet of lube.
There was drool pooling in Seungmin’s mouth at the sight of that monster; he’d known it would be like that the moment he’d touched it but seeing it with his own eyes, watching Chris roll the condom on and stroking himself with the lube… it was beautiful. He was beautiful, all of him. Chris belonged in a museum.
Balancing on one hand, Chris loomed over him and entered him in one slow thrust, only stopping when their hips were flush together. He leaned down for a kiss, his lips moving softly against Seungmin’s this time, giving just enough to leave him wanting more.
Seungmin bit Chris’ lips and wrapped his legs around his waist, trying his best to thrust up until he felt a hard spank on his side, and fuck that felt amazing.
Chris let out a breathy laugh. “Really?” he asked, amused. “You are easy to please.”
“What?” Seungmin asked, before he realized he must have said that out loud. He felt the blush creeping up his cheeks, ashamed at having outed himself with one of his kinks.
Chris pulled out halfway before thrusting back in, slowly developing a rhythm that had Seungmin moaning and pawing at his back and begging for more, harder, faster, but he was unrelenting.
“Hyung,” Seungmin moaned, pulling him down for a kiss and beginning to roll his hips to meet his thrusts. For a moment, he thought that Chris was going to tell him off, but he moaned loudly into the kiss and worked with him to find the most mind-blowing combination for both of them. It was a silent conversation, almost like a dance, their bodies attuning to each other, wanting more and working together towards the goal. Then, Seungmin flipped them over mid-thrust and continued the motion without a hitch.
“Fuck!” Chris whined into his mouth as he continued to thrust up, holding onto Seungmin’s waist for purchase. His brows furrowed into a frown as his thrust became rougher, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
Not a minute later, Seungmin found himself on his back again, with Chris thrusting into him like his life depended on it, deep, hard, and rolling his hips to match Seungmin’s when he bottomed out. It was by far the best fuck Seungmin had ever had, yet he couldn’t be the one to lose, it was about pride. He rolled them over once again, but felt Chris trying to take control again after a few thrusts, and grabbed his jaw tightly. “Stay!” He commanded, and Chris relaxed into the mattress, letting Seungmin ride him hard.
“Minnie! Ah!” Chris moaned, his eyes falling shut as he came into the condom, Seungmin following shortly after, shooting white ropes onto Chris’ chest.
He rolled to the side, picked up the remnants of his crop top to wipe Chris down, and settled at his side. He watched the other tie the condom up and discard it on the floor with a sigh and allowed himself to be pulled into a hug. He was not one for cuddles usually, but there was something different about Chris. Something that made him feel incredibly comfortable despite them not really knowing each other.
“Mmm, that was nice,” Chris said.
“Patting yourself on the back, old man?”
Chris raised one eyebrow at him. “How old are you?”
“I just turned 22,” Seungmin said.
“And I turned 25, so I’m not that much older than you, brat!”
“Are you sure? You look much older!” Seungmin snickered, earning himself a spank on the ass. To his surprise, his cock gave an interested twitch.
“Minnie… are you honestly getting hard again?” Chris snorted. “At least give me five minutes!”
“It’s your turn next, so I can spend those five minutes opening you up instead!” His smirk turned into a frown when Chris didn’t return his playful expression.
“I - I don’t…”
“You don’t bottom?” Seungmin asked. “Do you think it’s beneath you or..?”
“No! I just - can’t. Nobody would respect me if they knew. In my line of work, image is everything. If word got out, it would cost me a lot.”
“What do you do for a living?” Seungmin asked, caressing Chris’ chest. “Are you a CEO or something?”
“Something like that, yeah.” Chris said, his eyes far away.
“You are all tense again. Just like you were downstairs,” he commented.
“It’s hard for me to let go. I always have to be in charge of everything, everyone depends on me.”
“Would you trust me? I swear I would never tell anyone. I just want to help you let loose.”
Chris looked into his eyes. “Promise?”
Seungmin swore at that moment that he would do anything for Chris; he would kill anyone, he would burn the entire world. The vulnerability in Chris’ eyes made him want to protect him, to take care of him, and at least for tonight, he would. “I promise,” he murmured against his lips.
Opening Chris up was fairly easy; his body and mind craved it, needed it, and Seungmin made sure to provide for him, fucking him one finger at a time with lots of lube until he was twitching, his voice hoarse in a continuous low moan.
Seungmin dropped kisses all over his face as he pressed into him. “How are you feeling?” He asked.
“So good, so big Minnie,” Chris said, slightly drooling.
Seungmin snorted. “It’s not! Yours is way bigger, and I took it, so be a good hyung for me and let me take care of you, ok?”
Chris nodded.
“Oh, fuck,” Seungmin said and he began to thrust. It had been way too long since he’d topped, and Chris felt so fucking amazing. “Hyung, fuck! You were meant to take cock!” He moaned.
“Ah! There! Right there!” Chris moaned, wrapping his legs around Seungmin and trying to pull him deeper.
“Ok, ok, let me do it. Be good!” Seungmin settled onto his elbows and buried his face in the crook of the other’s neck, focusing all his energy on rolling his hips into Chris.
Chris whined and settled for attacking his neck, biting and licking like he wanted to claim him, his moans getting louder and louder by the second.
It took a moment for Seungmin to realize that Chris’ moans had nearly turned into sobs. “Are you ok? Do you want to stop?”
“No! Please!” Chris begged, thrashing his head around.
“Ok, ok. Trust me.” Seungmin pulled back just enough to rest Chris’ legs on his shoulders and began thrusting deep, rolling his hips faster and faster into him.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Minnie!” Chris moaned, coming all over his chest and neck, some even landing on his lips.
Seungmin groaned and bottomed out, continuing to roll hips without pulling out as he licked Chris’ come from his lips and felt him clench around him as he came again. Seungmin’s eyes widened, and his hips stuttered as he came into the condom.
They cleaned themselves up the best they could with tissues and Seungmin’s torn crop top as they collected their clothes. Chris gave Seungmin his designer shirt and put on the jacket alone.
Seungmin pulled Chris in for a slow kiss, savoring it as if it were their last. “Can I have your phone number?” He asked, surprising himself.
“I’ll contact you,” Chris said.
Seungmin nodded and pressed his lips into a line. Alright, he was a bit bitter because he hadn’t given Chris his number, so there was no chance in hell he was getting a text. “Well, good night,” he said and turned to the door.
Chris grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand to his lips and pressing a kiss there. “I’ll text you,” he said, and if it were possible, Seungmin would’ve believed him.
He practically ran down the stairs and out of the club, eager to begin the walk of shame to his apartment. He checked his phone; it was 5 a.m. already. Maybe he could make some eggs for breakfast.
When he got home, he found Lix nodding off at his door.
“How did you even get into the building?” He asked.
Felix blinked sleepily at him and waved his keys around.
“You have to stop doing that,” he said, watching Lix pout at him. “Come on, let’s eat something.”
“So, who ate your neck like that?” Felix said, rubbing his eye and throwing himself on the sofa.
“Mmm, hot CEO, 25, goes by Chris.”
“Real name?”
“Probably. I gave him Minnie.”
“So not that good.”
“No, he was, but I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if he was a real name type of guy. And you? Where were you?”
“I met two guys who blew my mind. They made me laugh harder than I had in a long time.”
“You took them at the same time? Slut!”
Felix choked on his tea. “No! They couldn’t go anywhere because they were working at the club, I guess. So we just talked.”
Seungmin paused, flabbergasted. “And you were happy with that?”
“Yes! Believe it or not. I can enjoy conversations from time to time. Sadly, they didn’t give me their numbers.”
Summary: Chan watches a weird movie and can't get a song out of his head. He keeps singing it over and over, not knowing the consequences of his actions.
Or, How Chan unknowingly manifested a soulmate a little too hard and everyone paid the price.
Ship: Minchan (background Hyunlix, Seungsung and Jeongbin)
Rating: E
Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Fluff, It's a cute fic and not too serious, every character is a bit crazy, Attempt at Humor, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Eventual Smut, Minchan Centric.
Read on Ao3
Author’s Note: Thank you @effingmeteors for beta reading!
This fic was written for the Minchan Gallery of Stories event and beta read by Mai, thank you for always encouraging me and helping me. There is art to accompany this fic and it was created by @bunnymimho on twitter! Thank you for working with me and being super patient with my very slow process.
Posting every day until the fic is finished.
Total Word Count: 15k
6 months later.
Minho plopped down on the bed and smiled as he watched his boyfriend smoke some black eyeshadow in the outer corner of his eyes; it matched his new blue-black hair perfectly. He could honestly watch Chan do anything for hours, or listen to him ramble about anything. When it came to enjoying Chan’s company, there was no limit for Minho.
Chan looked at him through the floor-length mirror, raising one eyebrow at him and smirking. “You’re doing it again, stop!”
“I can’t help it. You are too pretty!”
“No, I’m not!” Chan whined.
Huffing, Minho got up and walked over to him, grabbing him by the hips and pulling to his chest. He rested his chin on Chan’s shoulder and smiled at their reflection. “Look at us. Look at yourself and what you do to me,” he mumbled, biting Chan’s earlobe and pressing up against his ass.
Chan groaned. “Don’t- they’re almost here. Sungie just texted!”
Minho rolled his eyes. “When will they get over it? If they didn’t want to see us, they shouldn’t have used the key without letting us know.”
“I think that Lix got over it a little too fast. That’s why Jisung is making sure we know.”
“Oh?” Minho snorted. “Interesting, maybe I should talk with Hyunjinnie…”
“We are not having a group sesh!” Chan said.
“I’m just joking. You know that you are mine and only mine. The man of my dreams.”
Chan rolled his eyes at him in the mirror, finally putting the brush down and turning around. He rested his arms on Minho’s shoulders. “Don’t forget that you are mine too, and I don’t share.”
“Really?” Teased Minho. “Maybe-”
There was a loud knock on the door, followed by a cautionary silence. Then, the door burst open, letting the unruly group of friends into their bedroom, with Yongbok at the front.
“Let yourselves in, no problem,” Minho snorted.
“Are we interrupting?” Yongbok asked.
“You wish,” Chan said and grabbed Jisung by the hand, leading him out of the bedroom, presumably to the kitchen. Seungmin and Hyunjin followed them out with several bags of snacks and bottles of alcohol.
“Come on, hyung. Help me set up for karaoke,” Innie said.
“Are you going to treat us to your sweet voice?” He asked.
“Of course!”
“I want to sing with you, Jeongin-ah,” pouted Changbin.
Minho shared a look with Yongbok and rolled his eyes. He grabbed the projector from Innie’s hands and left the other two talking.
He kneeled in front of the TV, hearing his knees pop. “Aigoo,” he murmured.
Yongbok kneeled at his side and snickered. “Ahjussi, how have you been?”
“Everything is ok, I’m just tired. Can’t sleep if Channie comes to bed late.” He did a double take between the cables and the holes he was supposed to plug them in before finding a place for each of them.
“Aww, poor hyungie!” Yongbok giggled. “At least you stopped finding sand in your bed, right?”
“Yeah, at least that stopped.” He grabbed the remote and pointed it at the projector, letting out a quiet “Yessss!” when it connected properly.
“Where are the babies?” Jisung yelled from the kitchen, unnecessarily since the flat was open concept.
Minho stared right at him, pointing over his shoulder. “We made them a fort in the closet since Dori is still adapting and his brothers won’t leave his side.”
“Can I go see them?”
“If you want to shut yourself in the closet, sure,” Minho shrugged. “No treats!” He warned.
Jisung pouted but nodded, already on his way to the bedroom. Seungmin followed him quietly, like a puppy.
---
After a feast consisting of multiple ramen packs, pizza, and more soju than was advisable for any human being living or dead, the night started to mellow out. There was a pause between songs, and Jisung was visibly suffering the consequences of his drinking, melting into the sofa and his boyfriend’s arms with a loopy smile.
“Do you want to leave?” Seungmin asked, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.
“Nah, we can’t leave before the new year!”
“Come on, hyung!” Innie said, pulling Jisung up and ragging him to sit on the arm of the sofa so that he could serenade him.
“Listen to my heartbeat!” He said as the song started playing. He looked into Changbin’s eyes and gave him the other microphone, smiling widely when the other accepted the challenge.
Jeongin opened with the rap part of the song, having Changbin join for the pre-chorus and chorus, finally letting the others witness the almighty rapping skills and funky pronunciations Chan and Jisung always raved about.
Jisung laughed and laughed until there were tears coming out of his eyes, amused by Jeongin’s theatrics and Changbin’s incredible dance skills. He finally started to run out of air and cough when the rest of the group started to dance around like half-decaying zombies.
Chan grabbed another bottle of grape soju to share with Minho and sat on his lap, shaking his head at the kids’ antics.
When the song finally ended, Changbin smiled at Jeongin, holding out his hand to him.
“What?” Jeongin said, clutching his hands to his chest defensively.
“Uh,” Changbin hesitated, his face turning bright red. “Do you want me to make you another drink?”
“Oh, sure,” Jeongin grabbed his glass from the coffee table and gave it to Changbin. “I was mixing vodka and Monster.”
“That can’t be good for you!”
“What alcohol is actually good for you? Fine, I’ll do it,” he said, silently asking for his glass back.
“No, no! I can do it!” Changbin turned around and marched to the kitchen.
Minho watched Jeongin expectantly, internally cheering when he followed Changbin. He silently ran his hand down Chan’s thigh and squeezed it, leaning to whisper in his ear. “Did you see that?”
“Mhhm. Wanna go eavesdrop?”
“You know me so well, baby,” Minho said, biting Chan’s ear.
They got up for the sofa and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing two cold soju bottles from the fridge and going out to the balcony without a word to their friends, sliding the doors shut nearly all the way. “Let’s just pretend we are having a very romantic and private moment out here.”
“Spying on our friends is so romantic, I don’t know what you are talking about!”
Minho snickered, pressing a small kiss to his lips, enjoying the feeling while his ears stood in attention.
“That’s a cute fox hairpin. Very appropriate for a kindergarten teacher,” said Changbin.
“Thank you. It was a gift from one of the kids; he said it looks like me.”
“It does! You are just as cute!” Changbin said. After an awkward pause, he continued. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s ok. You didn’t”
“I feel like it’s all I do.”
“No, hyung-”
“Then why do you always avoid me when we hang out?” Changbin asked quietly.
Minho hugged Chan, tilting his head just so he could see them out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t, hyung,” Jeongin said.
“You do. If you don’t like me back, just say it, Jeongin-ah.” Changbin bit his lip and placed one hand on Jeongin’s shoulder. “I’m a big boy, I can take it. I prefer your friendship rather than nothing.”
“It’s not that. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Jeongin smiled widely, but Minho saw right through it; he looked a bit sad. “We don’t need to date just because we are the only two left, hyung.”
“That’s not why- I’ve always been interested in you,” Changbin groaned quietly, trying not to alert the others. “I asked Seungmin for your number when we all first met, but he kept giving me impossible missions to prove that I was the right person for you!” He whisper-shouted.
“What do you mean?” Jeongin asked, turning to glare at Seungminnie over his shoulder.
Changbin unblocked his phone and passed it to him.
“Who is that gorgeous man? The foxy one. I need him carnally!” Jeongin read out loud.
“Wait, don’t read that!” Changbin tried to take his phone back, but Jeongin was faster.
Abandoning all pretense, Chan and Minho shared a look and pressed themselves up to the glass to watch them closely.
“You made him swim in the river last week? Are you insane?” Jeongin yelled, pointing at Seungmin.
“What?” He asked.
Jeongin walked back to the sofa, Binnie following after him. “You told Changbin to go swim in the Han River if he wanted help asking me out!”
Minho and Chan rushed back, not wanting to miss the scuffle.
“Hey, I needed to know if he was serious about you!” Seungmin snickered, earning a slap on the shoulder from Jisung, who was also giggling.
“And why didn’t you tell me when he did it?” Jeongin hissed.
Changbin crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, why didn’t you tell him?”
Seungmin shrugged. “Oops!”
Launching towards him, Changbin tried to put Seungmin in a headlock while Jisung tried and failed to protect his boyfriend. Jeongin wasn’t sure if he wanted to help. Hyunjin and Yongbok giggled, cuddled up together in the corner of the sofa.
Minho laughed but decided not to intervene, reclaiming his spot on the sofa and pulling Chan onto his lap once again. Chan laughed and melted into Minho’s embrace. “I can’t believe how we got here.”
Minho hummed. “Don’t you find it a bit weird that I approached you because I could hear you sing that song in my dreams?”
Chan frowned, “You had dreams too?”
“Yeah, you didn’t know?”
“No, how would I know?”
“Yongbok mentioned my sleep issues and the annoying… sand,” Minho said, his voice going softer and softer as his eyes traveled to their blond friend. He had never mentioned the sand to anyone.
“Huh?” Chan asked, looking at him over his shoulder.
“Nothing, I love you!” His eyes met Yongbok's, who gave him a mischievous smile before turning towards Hyunjin and kissing him.
“I love you too,” Chan said and began singing absentmindedly. “Pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam, pam, pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam.”
Summary: Chan watches a weird movie and can't get a song out of his head. He keeps singing it over and over, not knowing the consequences of his actions.
Or, How Chan unknowingly manifested a soulmate a little too hard and everyone paid the price.
Ship: Minchan (background Hyunlix, Seungsung and Jeongbin)
Rating: E
Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Fluff, It's a cute fic and not too serious, every character is a bit crazy, Attempt at Humor, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Eventual Smut, Minchan Centric.
Read on Ao3
Author’s Note: Thank you @effingmeteors for beta reading!
This fic was written for the Minchan Gallery of Stories event and beta read by Mai, thank you for always encouraging me and helping me. There is art to accompany this fic and it was created by @bunnymimho on twitter! Thank you for working with me and being super patient with my very slow process.
Posting every day until the fic is finished.
Total Word Count: 15k
Chan woke up but didn’t open his eyes, trying to remember where he was, his world momentarily spinning. He frowned and let out a groan, almost giving in to the instinct to call out for his eomma. Instead, he pouted and peeked from under the covers but only saw unfamiliar colors all around him. His eyes blinked into focus and met Minho’s amused stare peering at him from under the duvet.
“Hi,” Minho said.
Realizing that the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen was staring at his unwashed, puffy, probably drooled-covered face, Chan felt suddenly much more awake. “Hi. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said and bolted out of bed without waiting for a reply. Once he was standing in front of the mirror, he took in the tragic state of his face and then the fact that he was only in his boxer briefs and winced. Hadn’t he put on some pyjamas last night? He wondered when he’d lost them. At least his muscles looked alright. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, hoping that Minho wouldn’t mind that he also helped himself to his toner and moisturizers. He was a bit too rough, but he had to be fast if he wanted it to seem like he had magically looked better from two minutes in the bathroom.
He crossed the hallway and stopped in his tracks when he saw Minho looking at him from the bed, wearing only his underwear, lifting the duvet with one hand in a silent invitation. He couldn’t help the little squeal he let out.
He slid into Minho’s waiting arms and laughed when the other threw the covers over their heads, pulling him even closer and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. His laugh slowly subsided as the kiss deepened. There was no rush, just the firm dance of their lips together with the occasional bite. It was Chan who buried his fingers in Minho’s hair, drawing him closer and letting his tongue gently wander into his mouth. He felt Minho smirk into the kiss, the hand on his lower back sliding to his ass and squeezing. It made Chan laugh until Minho also pressed a thigh between his legs, purposely trying to rile him up.
A moan slipped past his lips, which only encouraged Minho. Chan hissed into the other’s mouth and finally rolled them over, kicking the covers off. He pinned Min to the bed, burying his head in his neck and inhaling his scent. As if on command, Minho’s legs fell open, letting Chan settle between them, a set of small, yet strong hands on his ass helping him grind on him at the perfect pace.
“Chan-ah,” Minho sighed, his eyes falling shut.
“What do you want?” Chan asked.
“You know what I want,” Minho whined, his brow furrowing into a frown.
Chan let out a squeaky laugh. “Ok, ok. How do you want it?”
“Like this.”
“Do you have-” Chan tried, but Minho pinned him with a stare, raising a single eyebrow and pointing to the bedside table. “Impatient,” Chan mumbled. He opened the drawer and pulled out a condom and lube, but set them aside for the time being. He wanted to explore Minho’s body, to know every freckle, every mole, what made him gasp and whine.
After an unhurried kiss, his lips began to travel down Minho’s neck, sucking a mark there before continuing their path down. The nipples were next, and Chan was delighted to find out that Min was extremely sensitive. He hoped that he would have another opportunity to try and make him come just from stimulating them, but today was about satisfying Minho’s request. He licked, kissed, and bit his way down until he was at eye level with his prize. He removed both their underwear swiftly, grabbing the other’s cock and licking a stripe from root to tip before blowing cold air onto it.
Chan ventured a look up and had to stifle a moan when he met Minho’s smouldering eyes. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his lips were bitten raw. Unable to resist him, he took Minho into his mouth as deep as he could before pulling back and swirling his tongue around the tip.
Minho buried his fingers in Chan’s hair and pulled slightly as his back arched in pleasure. “You are too good at that,” he said, and it sounded almost like an accusation.
Chan chuckled before taking him even deeper each time until he was all the way down his throat, making sure to swallow around him.
Whining, Minho bucked into him, gagging him. “Fuck! Sorry, sorry!”
Chan blinked, purposely letting the tears that had collected in his eyes roll down his cheeks, and winked at him.
“Please, get in me,” Minho groaned.
Chan pulled away with a pop. “Alright, alright,” he said, biting his hip bone before reaching for the lube.
The first slick finger slid in easily enough with how relaxed Minho was, but still, Chan didn’t take any chances. He gave him time to adjust before moving, looking at his expression for any sign of pain and aiming for his prostate with each thrust, ripping delicious sounds from Minho. A second finger joined shortly after, and then a third, until Minho started to wiggle his hips, begging for more.
At long last, Chan rolled the condom on and added more lube before slowly pressing inside until he bottomed up. He watched his cock disappear into Minho and had to shut his eyes before he embarrassed himself by coming too soon. He shifted his weight forward and rested on his elbows, leaning down for a kiss.
Minho immediately pulled him in for more, making the kiss messier and crossing his ankles behind Chan’s lower back.
Chan smirked and rolled his hips, deep, almost not pulling out at all, focusing more on the deep rolls than thrusting. Minho let out a constant string of moans increasing in volume and urgency while Chan licked into his mouth and continued to roll his hips.
He bit Minho’s lip and on the next roll, he actually began to pull out more before pressing back in, setting a deep yet slow rhythm that had them both approaching the edge fast.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Minho said, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Sad to no longer be able to keep his neck up and stare at Minho’s blissed out face, Chan bit the other’s lip and rested his head into the crook of his neck, moaning as he made his thrusts harder. “Min! Min!” He panted.
“Channie!” Minho dug his nails into Chan’s back and came with a silent scream, his back arching, legs shaking on the verge of overstimulation as Chan continued to chase his own orgasm.
Whining, Chan thrust a few more times before he felt Minho’s lubed finger slip into him, hurling him into an orgasm so intense he was unsure if he blacked out for a second. He whimpered, pulling out and dropping his full weight onto Minho.
“Chan-ah,” Minho whined, poking his shoulder. “Move, you’re heavy.”
“I can’t move right now,” Chan mumbled.
Minho hummed and swirled the finger still in Chan’s ass, pressing into his prostate.
Chan yelped and rolled off him immediately.
“I thought you couldn’t move.”
“You’re evil!” Chan pouted.
“I know,” Minho replied with a matching pout.
--
Chan didn’t know when he had fallen asleep, but by the time he opened his eyes again, the space next to him in bed was occupied by Soonie and Doongie. “Hi, babies,” he whispered, presenting his hand as a cordial greeting. Both cats sniffed his hand, but Doongie actually nuzzled into his fingers before giving a sandpapery lick to the forehead. “Ouch! Thanks!”
Soonie hopped off the bed and looked at him from the doorway, waiting.
“Is it time to get up?” Chan asked sweetly. Doongie followed his older brother, so Chan had no choice but to put his underwear on and follow. They led him to their empty food bowls in the kitchen, right next to where Minho was serving breakfast. Oddly enough, it was omelette, toast, coffee, orange juice and bacon.
“Hi, Channie!” He turned to the cabinets and pulled out two cans of wet food, beginning to fill the kitties’ bowls.
“Hi,” he smiled. “That looks great!” Chan could feel the nerves, the hesitation burning like a slow fire at the pit of his stomach. Minho was too perfect. What if he fucked up? He took a step back, considering putting up an excuse and bolting out the door, he just needed to-
“Hyunjinnie told me you grew up in Australia, so I tried to make something that reminded you of home. Also - I like to eat eggs when I’m hungover,” he snickered.
Chan’s eyes softened. “Aww, thanks.”
“Why don’t we put on a movie and eat on the sofa?” Minho suggested.
“Oh, that sounds good,” Chan grabbed his plate and took his seat, his eyes shifting between the perfect man in the kitchen and the door. He shook his head. He needed to stop overthinking things. Everything would be fine, and even if it wasn’t, he would get over it… eventually. Probably.
Minho had to pay the price for taking longer than three seconds to feed the cats with pets and air kisses, but he joined Chan on the sofa shortly after. “What would you like to watch?”
“I don’t know, what type of movies do you like?”
“A bit of everything, I guess,” Minho shrugged.
“Have you watched ‘About Time’?” Chan asked nervously.
Minho shook his head.
“It’s about a guy who can turn back time and make decisions again, but it affects his future every time. It’s a rom-com, but I really like it.” He bit his lip. The last time he’d tried to share his love for weird movies with a guy, it didn’t go well. Maybe it was too much; maybe he was doing too much, being too much.
“Ok, let’s watch it then. It sounds interesting.”
Chan looked at him, trying to detect even a hint of sarcasm, but Minho smiled widely and grabbed the remote, searching for the movie on Netflix. Then, Chan remembered the party, the slap, Sungie crying… His stomach dropped. Maybe he should leave and talk to Jisung instead. “I’m going to text Sung,” he said.
Minho nodded and paused the movie, scooping Soonie into his lap.
“I’m so sorry Sungie!
I don’t want to wait to talk about it anymore
If you are awake I would like to apologize in person
Please forgive me!
I know that you are not stupid!
I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!”
“Hi hyungie
Thank you for apologizing ily
I’m not home
Stayed with Minnie.
I can forgive you if you tell me how your night with Minho hyung went.
He’s the one isn’t he?
“Yeah, I think he is.”
“Yay!
See? And you said I was dumb for believing in soulmates
But we summoned yours
And now you have him.
Do you believe me now?”
“Hmm
Maybe
I can’t argue with the results”
Mong Mong
“What was that?”
“Sorry
Seungminnie said we’ll text you later and that you are still on thin ice.
Tell the cat hyung I said hi (minnie)”
“Ok
I will, puppy
Thank you for taking care of my Sungie”
(squirrel emoji, heart emoji, dog emoji)
“Everything ok?” Minho asked.
Chan nodded. “He forgave me and he’s with Seungmin.”
“Of course he is,” he snorted.
Doongie chose that moment to settle down on Chan’s lap, purring loudly.
“They were so quiet this morning, they didn’t even wake us up for breakfast,” Minho said, petting a very clingy Soonie on his lap.
“That was very kind of them,” Chan smiled. He looked at the time and groaned, it was five pm. He let out a deep sigh. “I should go home,” he said. Minho probably wanted his privacy back; they would have to watch the movie some other time.
Minho poked his cheek. “Chan-ah, stay with us,” he said, making Soonie’s paws beg. “You made us all excited about the movie, you can’t leave! Also, Doongie is on your lap, so you are not allowed to move.”
“What do you think?” Chan asked Doongie, who meowed at him and gave him a slow blink. “I guess I’m staying.”
Summary: Chan watches a weird movie and can't get a song out of his head. He keeps singing it over and over, not knowing the consequences of his actions.
Or, How Chan unknowingly manifested a soulmate a little too hard and everyone paid the price.
Ship: Minchan (background Hyunlix, Seungsung and Jeongbin)
Rating: E
Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Fluff, It's a cute fic and not too serious, every character is a bit crazy, Attempt at Humor, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Eventual Smut, Minchan Centric.
Read on Ao3
Author’s Note: Thank you @effingmeteors for beta reading!
This fic was written for the Minchan Gallery of Stories event and beta read by Mai, thank you for always encouraging me and helping me. There is art to accompany this fic and it was created by @bunnymimho on twitter! Thank you for working with me and being super patient with my very slow process.
Posting every day until the fic is finished.
Total Word Count: 15k
Minho looked at himself in the mirror and rubbed his eyes to smudge his eyeliner. He preferred a smokey look if he was to wear makeup, rather than what Hyunjin had done for him. It was sort of a tradition between them at this point: Hyunjinnie would do his makeup before a party and Minho would ‘ruin it’ and be slapped on the shoulder half-heartedly for it.
His outfit was appropriately slutty for the occasion. Tight black leather pants, a tank top and a cropped mesh hoodie that gave him nice proportions without showing too much; exactly how he liked it. He turned on his side and checked how his ass looked and stared at his face again, winking confidently. He would get Chan’s number, he just needed to be confident.
--
Minho was not confident. Maybe he had forgotten his confidence back home; he could have sworn that he had it, but once Yongbok opened the door, greeted them, and pulled Hyunjin away from him, he was lost.
Seungmin and Jeongin were already going around the room, greeting people without any regard for their hyung. Looking around, he tried to spot Chan, but he was nowhere to be seen.
He smiled stiffly at some of the strangers looking at him and marched to the kitchen. Luckily, there was an ample supply of alcohol on the counter, alongside salt, lemons, a cutting board and a knife. He let out a sigh of relief and grabbed a glass and ice, considering his options briefly before starting a Cuba Libre. Setting the rum and coke aside, he took one of the lemons and started slicing it thinly.
“Oh, hi!” A familiar voice said behind him and Minho smiled so hard it hurt his cheeks.
“Hi, Chan hyung!” He said, throwing a look over his shoulder as he poured rum over the ice and followed it with the Coke.
“Hiding away in the kitchen?” Chan came to stand next to him, leaning on the counter. The blond hair, black ripped jeans, and matching leather jacket were doing something to Minho.
“Clearly!” He said, adding the lemon slices to the drink and turning to him. “My friends abandoned me and I don’t know anyone else.”
“It could be worse!” Chan said, letting out a squeaky laugh. “Lix didn’t abandon me; he just brought Hyunjin over to where we were sitting and started making out with him.” He shook his head and sighed deeply. “Can you believe that they did all this so that they can have an excuse to get together and make out?”
Minho smirked and took a sip from his drink. “They don't need excuses, Chan-ah. They started dating about 5 minutes after meeting each other. I think... this might be something else.”
Chan bit his lip and looked at him over the rim of his glass. “What do you think it is?”
“I would rather not say,” Minho smirked. “You'd think I'm lying.”
“I would never!” Chan placed his hand over his chest, pretending to be offended.
Minho considered it for a moment before nodding. “I think they are trying to set us up.”
“Us?” Said Chan, moving his finger between them.
Minho nodded. “Hyunjin is always up to no good. I thought that getting in a relationship would help him move on from wanting to find me a boyfriend, but it seems that Yongbokie is not a good influence on him.”
“They are good for each other,” Chan said, “they have similar personalities when it comes to romance and weird spiritual theories.”
“Hmm,” Minho said with a small nod.
After a brief pause, Chan set his glass on the counter, his drink nearly gone. “Once Felix and Jisung made me summon my soulmate.”
Minho snorted. “Did it work?”
Chan shrugged, grabbing his glass and bringing it to his lips, letting it linger there before smiling. He seemed lost in thought for a moment. “Are you an artist?” He asked, finally finishing his drink.
“I'm not good at drawing,” Minho said with a one-shoulder shrug. He grabbed Chan’s glass and loaded it with ice. “What were you having?”
“Screwdriver,” Chan said. “I meant artist as…” he gestured vaguely with his hands. “Any art form.”
“Oh, I'm a dancer and I’m also studying to become a choreographer, if that counts.” He poured vodka, just enough to make it count without being too much, and topped the glass with orange juice.
“It does! And you like animals…” Chan’s entire face lit up. “Can you show me more pictures?”
Minho nodded, feeling faint. “Of course!” He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and already scrolling through his gallery.
Chan grabbed his new drink and unconsciously leaned closer, almost resting his head on Minho's shoulder.
Heat rose to Minho’s cheeks the more Chan cooed over all the pictures of him and his cats. Was it too soon to consider marriage? The thought was brief, sort of a blink and you miss it type of thing, but he had never considered such a long commitment - not even joking.
“They are so sweet,” Chan mumbled, tracing the screen with his finger.
“Thank you,” Minho said, clearing his throat when their eyes met, but not making any attempts to put distance between them.
Chan’s gaze went to Minho’s lips, his face going red, particularly his ears; it was quite adorable. Minho was delighted to see that he was not the only one affected by their proximity.
Just when Minho started to slowly lean in for a kiss, the moment was cut short.
“Bangchan, what did you do?” Seungmin said as he stalked into the kitchen and came to stand way too close to Chan for Minho’s comfort.
“Hey, don’t talk to him like that!” He said before he could stop himself.
Before either of them could react, Seungmin slapped Minho’s arm - hard.
Minho looked at him, trying not to kill his friend, but Seungmin’s eyes were glued to Chan. “Kim Seungmin, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
Seungmin finally looked at him with barely contained rage. “He made Jisung cry! I can’t slap him because I don’t know him like that and I know you would kill me, so you are paying for his stupidity.”
Minho blinked repeatedly, looking at Chan, whose eyes widened.
“No, I would never hurt Sungie! He’s one of my best friends!”
“You fucked up and you better fix it!” Seungmin said, turning on his heels and leaving without waiting for a reply.
It was as if a bucket of ice water had been dropped on them. The distressed look on Chan’s face was making Minho’s stomach turn.
Chan cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I don’t know what I did. I - I should go talk to Sungie,” he said, shaking his head and making his way to the living room, Minho following close behind.
Most people seemed unaware of the situation, except for Felix and Hyunjin. The couple was sharing an armchair near the sliding doors to the balcony, their unimpressed looks stopped Chan in his tracks. A warning not to go outside.
Minho stood behind him, peering over Chan’s shoulder as he pulled the curtain just enough to see their friends having a quiet conversation. Jisung had fat tears rolling down his cheeks, hands gripping the railing tightly and it tugged at Minho’s heart. Gone were his usual smile and vibrant energy; he looked truly pathetic. The surprising part was Seungmin’s hand on his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze, his fingers lingering, his thumb tracing circles before the hand slid to the small of his back.
“I’m not dumb! I am actually really smart,” Jisung slurred. “I just act silly sometimes. It makes me happy and it makes my friends smile.” He looked at Seungmin. “It is not wrong, is it?”
“Of course not,” Seungmin said. “Being too serious is poison to the soul.”
“Do you believe in souls and soulmates?” Jisung asked, rubbing at one of his eyes, downing the rest of his soju and setting it on the ground.
“I don’t know. I guess it’s nice to think there’s someone out there for everyone, but it doesn’t need to be romantic, does it?” Seungmin shrugged but offered a tiny smile. “I think my friends are my soulmates.”
“You’re right, it doesn’t have to be romantic.” Jisung hung his head, his hands loosening around the railing.
“Everything is possible,” Seungmin said, setting his hand on Jisung’s. “It’s just for us to decide what we want to make of it.”
Jisung turned to him and gave him a shy smile, swaying just a bit. Seungmin stepped closer, hugging Jisung, while the other looked up at him like he hung the moon.
Minho pulled Chan away from the balcony. “You can apologize tomorrow, come on.” He guided Chan out of the party, not realizing they were still holding hands until they had walked a block towards his apartment. “Uh, do you want to let go?” He asked, raising their joined hands to eye level.
Chan shook his head. “No, please,” he said, his voice small.
Minho nodded. Do you want to go home or come to mine?”
“I don’t want to be alone right now. Is that ok?”
“Of course. Come on, we’re close.”
Five minutes later, he had to regrettably let go of Chan’s hand to open the building door, but as soon as they were inside, Chan reached for him again, and who was Minho to deny him?
“Do you want a drink, something to eat, or to go to bed?”
Chan bit his lip. “Can we go to bed?”
“Sure. You can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.” He led Chan to the bedroom and turned on the light. “You have clean pyjamas in the first drawer in the wardrobe and there’s a new toothbrush under the sink.” He turned and took a step before Chan reached out to him.
“Stay. We can share the bed.”
Minho searched his eyes, trying to find any doubts, but found none. “Ok.”
They stood side by side in the bathroom, brushing their teeth together, smiling at each other in the mirror, when their shoulders bumped accidentally. It felt like Chan was the missing piece to complete Minho’s life.
Once they returned to the bedroom, Chan turned off the light and started removing his clothes, reaching for the pyjama set he had laid on the bed instead.
Minho tried not to squint in the darkness, secretly hoping to catch a glance, but still held his breath when Chan walked in front of the window, the moonlight pouring in through the blinds tracing every muscle on his perfect body for just a second. Realizing it was now evident that he had been staring, he removed all his clothes and rushed under the covers.
They lay facing each other quietly for a few seconds before Minho reached out his hand, and Chan met him halfway. He slowly, very slowly, leaned closer and pressed a sweet kiss to Chan’s soft lips. “Good night,” he mumbled, feeling the exhaustion and alcohol pulling him under already.
Chan smiled and gave him a peck on the lips. “Good night, Minho-yah.”
Summary: Chan watches a weird movie and can't get a song out of his head. He keeps singing it over and over, not knowing the consequences of his actions.
Or, How Chan unknowingly manifested a soulmate a little too hard and everyone paid the price.
Ship: Minchan (background Hyunlix, Seungsung and Jeongbin)
Rating: E
Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Fluff, It's a cute fic and not too serious, every character is a bit crazy, Attempt at Humor, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Eventual Smut, Minchan Centric.
Read on Ao3
Author’s Note: Thank you @effingmeteors for beta reading!
This fic was written for the Minchan Gallery of Stories event and beta read by Mai, thank you for always encouraging me and helping me. There is art to accompany this fic and it was created by @bunnymimho on twitter! Thank you for working with me and being super patient with my very slow process.
Posting every day until the fic is finished.
Total Word Count: 15k
Chan missed his family, he was sad, and his mom sending videos of Berry excited to hear his name wasn't helping. He was still saving to visit when he got some time off, but it seemed to be too long since he'd seen his family. That was probably why he’d dreamt about Manly Beach. He wished he could be there, playing with his siblings in the ocean, just like when they were kids.
He let out a deep sigh, rearranging the flowers in the small vase on the bar for the fifth time. His eyes kept drifting back to the absolute beauty of a man who had walked in a few minutes prior. Silky black hair, perfect nose, his top lip only slightly bigger than the bottom one, cute bunny teeth, and eyes so wide and intense one couldn’t be blamed for believing the guy was a Kdrama actor. In fact, his entire energy was captivating, not just his looks.
It was going to be a pain to serve him and the guy who brought along, just as beautiful as him and even longer black hair. It had to be his boyfriend - his supermodel boyfriend.
Of course the one time Chan saw a gorgeous man that looked interesting and kind, who had a beautiful smile, and seemed to take care of the people he was with, he had to be taken. It was just his luck. Maybe in different circumstances he would have even tried to ask for the guy's number, but whatever. He sighed again and watched as the man of his dreams walked past him on his way to the bathroom, acknowledging him with a little bow and a polite little smile.
“I’ll be back,” Felix said, startling Chan, who had completely forgotten his friend was sitting at the bar.
“Oh, sure,” he said and got a bright smile from his friend before he walked over to the table of his dream husband and sat across from the supermodel boyfriend.
Chan's eyes widened. He looked to the bathroom area and back at the table. This couldn’t be good. And fuck if the supermodel wasn't smiling and flirting back with him. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath.
To make matters even worse, Felix reached across the table and held the guy's hands, and instead of having some decency, ‘Pretty boy’ laced their fingers together and giggled. Felix smirked and Chan knew that fucking smirk well. This was going to be a disaster.
At that moment, he made a choice: He was going to save his idiot friend before they both got beaten up for trying to steal someone's man. He pulled out his phone and entered his pass code as he power walked to the table, wondering if the police would be necessary.
“Lix,” Chan said through gritted teeth. “Let's go!”
“No! Hyune and I are just talking. Isn't that right?” He asked, turning to look at the guy still holding his hands.
“Yes!” ‘Pretty boy’ said with a surprisingly goofy smile. “He believes in fate, like me!”
Chan frowned. What were the chances that Felix had found someone as delirious as him?
“Yah, Hyunjin-ah. Can't leave you alone for 5 minutes or you drop me for someone else!”
Chan winced, turning to his beloved imaginary husband. “I - I don't know him!” He said, pointing at Felix.
“Stop it! You deny me as if I’m not your closest friend! Just like Peter denied Jesus!” Felix said, half amused, half hurt.
“I can be your closest friend!” Said Hyunjin. “Hyung won't mind, he doesn't care!”
“I don't care?” His husband huffed. “I don't care?” He looked genuinely hurt. “I'm your best friend!”
“Yeah, but I am not yours,” Hyunjin said without looking away from Felix. It was like he was in a trance.
“I - whatever!” His husband turned to him, finally. “Hi, I'm Minho and that rude ferret is Hyunijn,” he said with a deep bow.
Chan almost keeled over. “Minho? That's a pretty name,” he muttered, realizing that he had said that out loud. “I'm Chan and the boy in your seat is Yongbok.”
“I prefer Felix, thank you,” Felix said with a sour face.
“Yongbok is a pretty name,” said Minho softly.
“It is!” Agreed Hyunjin. “So pretty, just like you!”
Minho snorted and looked at Chan. “Can I sit at the bar with you and eat there?”
Already blushing, Chan nodded. “Of course!”
Taking Felix's usual spot, Minho opened the menu. “What would you recommend?”
“If you like meat, the jokbal is super good. And the bulgogi is one of my favorites.”
“Great, do you have pudding?”
“Uh, yeah,” Chan said. “It’s pretty good too.”
“Good,” Minho said with a big smile. “I'll have one while the jokbal and bulgogi are cooking, and another one after.”
Chan sent the order to the kitchen and smiled up at him. “Wow, you really like pudding, don't you?”
“Of course. Don't you?” He asked curiously.
Chan felt like his life depended on his answer. This sounded like a deal breaker. “Yes! And creme brulée too!” He said, quickly turning towards the dessert fridge behind him for a pudding cup and swiftly setting it in front of Minho with a spoon.
“Good, good. What is your year?” Minho asked, already bringing a spoonful of pudding into his mouth and wiggling happily in his seat.
Chan laughed. He was adorable! “97, yours?”
“98. Can I speak to you casually?”
“Please do!”
“Hyung, I have a very important question for you.”
Chan nodded seriously, waiting with bated breath.
“Do you like cats?”
“I am more of a dog person, but I love both. My family has a dog, but I've been considering adopting a kitten here since my apartment is small.”
Minho leaned forward, looking at him intensely. “Where would you adopt from?”
“There's a shelter nearby.” Chan pulled out his phone and went directly to his saved tabs. “His name is Dori,” he said, opening the picture of the small grey cat he had picked.
“Oh!” Minho said, his lips forming a very cute ‘O.’ “He's so cute. These are Soonie and Doongie,” he said, showing him a picture of two orange cats.
“Awww, babies!”
Minho let out a little evil giggle and Chan was gone. They would have a summer wedding.
“Min, we have 20 minutes until our next class,” Hyunjin said sheepishly.
Chan blinked, not having noticed their friends walking over.
“Oh, do you think the food will be ready?” Minho asked, looking unsure.
“I didn't even order,” Hyunjin said.
“That's why I ordered for you too.”
Chan went into the kitchen and checked on things. With Hannie on his day off, it was up to him to oversee everything. He pressed his lips into a line and returned to the bar. “You will have to take it to go if you still want it.”
“Of course! The pudding too.”
“Take two lemonades too, on me,” Felix said.
“Thank you, Felix!” said Hyunjin.
Minho rolled his eyes and snickered.
“You're coming to the party next week, right?” Felix asked Minho with a thinly veiled threat in his tone.
“What party?” Minho asked.
“I'm throwing a party and your friend group is invited. Mine will be there too,” he said, pointing at Chan with his chin.
“Oh…” Minho said, looking between Felix and him. “Yeah, sure. I love parties.”
“Since when?” Hyunjin snorted.
“Since right this second, Hyunjin-ah. Look, that’s our order. Grab it and I'll take the lemonades.” Minho said in a rush.
Chan smiled and set a bag, putting their meal at the bottom, placing a pudding on top and closing the bag. He handed the lemonades to Minho. “We don't usually let people take these, they are reusable, so make sure you bring them back, please. Or Jisung will kill me.”
“Squirrel boy? I wouldn't want to see him mad.”
“Yeah, so come back soon,” Felix said.
“We will!” Hyunjin said.
Once they were gone, Chan gave Felix a look.
“What?” Felix said.
“You are insane!”
Felix turned his phone towards him and showed him a picture of Hyunjin and Minho's friend group. How were they all so fucking pretty AND cute? “I planned the party on the spot because I'm selfless and a very good friend. I knew I couldn't leave you boys single forever when I found my man.”
“You just met him.”
“Yeah, and he's romantic like me! He believes in soulmates and fate. He thinks I'm cute, smart, and funny. And he didn't panic when he asked for my number like everyone else does. It was like meeting my soulmate; everything was just easy because it's meant to be. I can tell that you are about to say something negative. Please don’t.”
Chan's words died in his tongue. Felix was right, no need to say something negative about it. He was happy and Chan needed to be more supportive. “Alright, thank you for planning the party for us.”
Felix smiled widely, so brightly that it almost blinded him.
“I feel like I'm being forced into a blended family,” Chan said.
“If that’s the case, you and Minho are the parents! May I call you daddy?”
“No, absolutely not.” Chan ruffled his hair and let out a tired sigh as he saw a party of 10 walking in on time for rush hour.
Summary: Chan watches a weird movie and can't get a song out of his head. He keeps singing it over and over, not knowing the consequences of his actions.
Or, How Chan unknowingly manifested a soulmate a little too hard and everyone paid the price.
Ship: Minchan (background Hyunlix, Seungsung and Jeongbin)
Rating: E
Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Fluff, It's a cute fic and not too serious, every character is a bit crazy, Attempt at Humor, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Eventual Smut, Minchan Centric.
Read on Ao3
Author’s Note: Thank you @effingmeteors for beta reading!
This fic was written for the Minchan Gallery of Stories event and beta read by Mai, thank you for always encouraging me and helping me. There is art to accompany this fic and it was created by @bunnymimho on twitter! Thank you for working with me and being super patient with my very slow process.
Posting every day until the fic is finished.
Total Word Count: 15k
Minho walked down the shore, burying his feet in the sand. Australia was truly lovely. He smiled up at the sun; it felt warm and pleasant on his skin. His white linen outfit felt quite comfortable despite being probably overdressed for the occasion. He shrugged and looked out to the sea; it called to him, which was confusing since he couldn’t swim.
Between the sounds of the rolling waves and the seagulls, he could hear a song, slowly becoming clearer and clearer. There was a beautiful voice, trying to draw him out to sea. A man. He wondered if it was a siren. “Minho-yah!” The voice said, making him open his eyes.
There was sand around his bed, again, and it was starting to piss him off. He shook his head and shot Hyunjinnie a text.
“Do you know if sirens have some sort of special meaning in dreams?”
“What type of siren?”
“The ones that lure you out to sea so you drown.”
“Ah. Give me a second.
A siren in a dream symbolizes seduction and sensuousness, as well as your strong need for an excellent erotic relationship.
That’s what google says.”
“I could have googled that”
“Then why didn’t you do it?”
“Because I thought you knew?
Isn’t it your thing?”
“Sirens? No!”
“Fantasy, the paranormal and all that stuff.”
“No and you don’t believe me anyway”
“You’re right
I don’t
I was just curious.”
“Next time google it hyung.”
“You’re useless Hyunjinnie!”
“And you’re needy
Even your dreams say so
Go get laid.”
Minho had nothing to say to that, so he blocked Hyunjin for a few hours, just to let him fret for a bit. Let him steep in his own juices, sort of speak.
After his morning run, a protein shake and a shower, he was ready to face the day, trying to leave behind his weird dreams and unhelpful friend. The morning classes were a lot, but he managed to get most of the moves down fairly quickly and continued to train his senses, to immerse himself fully in the dance and block the world outside. Satisfied with his progress, he went to his locker and realized that he had forgotten his lunch. Taking his afternoon classes with an empty stomach was a recipe for disaster, and he knew it, so he took a quick shower, changed his clothes, and walked to Volcano for a quick lunch.
Walking in, he was once again reminded that the single sitting was overseeing the park. The beefy guy speaking to him was not dressed in uniform but Minho knew he was right anyway so he made his way over to the same table he had sat at the previous time and kept throwing glances at the blond guy with the giant ass. He was still trying to see if the face was as gorgeous as the rest of him, but the poor guy was being accosted by an angry woman and she was blocking the view.
“You need to take responsibility for the parking ticket, I am not going to take it! My car was parked outside your restaurant so it is on you!” She screamed, shaking with rage, then she took a slow step back.
Minho wondered why until he leaned over in his seat and saw a flash of the dimpled smile the server was giving her. It was equally gorgeous as it was ice cold. “Look, I can’t solve all of your problems,” he said, his smile widening.
“The service here is a disgrace! I want to speak to the manager!” She huffed.
A sense of familiarity washed over Minho, as if he’d met the guy before, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Alright,” he said, turning on his heels and leaving.
Minho’s phone rang, Seungmin’s name flashing across the screen. “Yeah?”
“Hyung, the guys are coming over for movie night tonight. You won’t leave me alone with them, right? I don’t want to third wheel in my own house,” he pouted.
“Ok.”
“Great, see you at 8 then.”
“Right, see you,” Minho said absentmindedly. He was too entranced watching the tiny server, apparently, also functioning as a manager, really put the screaming lady in her place. While he had missed most of the conversation, his face turning red and him puffing out his cheeks seemed to be working in his favor as the woman was too put off to continue fighting. Minho had to give it to the tiny man, he managed to be quite menacing while also being the most squirrel-looking human he had ever seen.
Before he knew it, it was time to leave and the blond waiter was nowhere to be seen.
---
Minho sighed happily; he was in love with the most gorgeous blonde woman in existence. He frowned; that was a first. He had always known he was gay. Looking down revealed that he had beautiful long hair and tits. Curious, he grabbed them and made them bounce; it was entertaining. His girl snorted at him and continued to fix her hair in front of the mirror. She had long curly hair, pouty lips and quite a nice ass. She was driving Minho crazy, so he walked over to her and smacked it, giggling before wrapping his arms around her and staring into the mirror. Correction, she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. Right, she was a lesbian now.
The sand clock sitting on her bedside table burst, spreading sand everywhere.
“Who’s going to clean all this?” The blonde said, tsking and beginning to sing while she swept the sands of time. “Pam pam pam pam pam, Mr sandman, bring me a dream, make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen.”
Minho woke up, groaning before burying his fingers in his hair, only to feel the grit of sand between the strands. He took a moment to try to summon his memories but he couldn’t quite remember the dream, save for a nice ass and that voice.
Soonie and Doongie were already at his side, demanding breakfast, and it finally dawned on him. “Have you been tracking your kitty litter over to the bedroom? Aish, do I have to train you again? You are grown boys, you should know better!” He could have sworn they gave him an unimpressed look before leaving.
The gorgeous voice kept playing in his head all day, so much so that he googled the song. He first googled ‘Sandman song’ and tried ‘Enter Sandman’ from the results, at full volume, which startled him, then he found it. ‘Mr. Sandman’ by the Chordettes. He frowned, not knowing how he could have gotten a song stuck in his head if he’d never heard it before. Also, none of the versions had that beautiful male voice. He was obsessed, it was like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
After feeding the cats, Minho let his feet drag him to ‘Volcano’ once again, barely registering what he was doing. He ordered the breakfast menu once again and while he waited for the food, he heard it. The song.
“Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (pam pam pam pam) Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (pam, pam, pam, pam)Give him two lips like roses and clover (pam, pam, pam, pam)Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over…”
Transified, Minho turned around to find the blond waiter singing like an angel. Being able to finally see his face and take it all in was surreal. Those beautiful lips curled into a smile, blond hair falling over his eyes in a sexy way, a tall nose that made him want to bite the guy, and that killer body. He had to be the most perfect guy in the universe. Minho felt a drop of saliva drip from his mouth and onto his shirt and hurried to wipe it before anyone saw. He was actually salivating over the guy. Getting to know him was a necessity at his point; he simply couldn’t handle the mystery anymore.
Minho signalled the guy but he wasn’t even paying attention, his eyes only remained on the other side of the restaurant, the one he kept fussing over even if it was perfect. The server kept talking to another blond guy sitting at the bar, constantly bringing food out for him. Tiny man rushed to Minho instead and gave him free salmon for the delay.
Pursing his lips in distaste, Minho sent Hyunjin a text message.
“Meet me at Volcano tomorrow at 12. My treat.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“Can’t I invite you out to lunch?”
“You had me blocked for 3 days”
“Lies!
It was 6 hours
Do you want lunch or not?”
“At the expensive restaurant?
Yeah!
Can I dress up?”
“Can I say no?”
“No.”
“Ok we are both dressing up then”
“Can’t wait”
Dressing up would surely increase his chances with the blond guy anyway. It was the perfect plan.
Summary: Chan watches a weird movie and can't get a song out of his head. He keeps singing it over and over, not knowing the consequences of his actions.
Or, How Chan unknowingly manifested a soulmate a little too hard and everyone paid the price.
Ship: Minchan (background Hyunlix, Seungsung and Jeongbin)
Rating: E
Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Fluff, It's a cute fic and not too serious, every character is a bit crazy, Attempt at Humor, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Eventual Smut, Minchan Centric.
Read on Ao3
Author’s Note: Thank you @effingmeteors for beta reading!
This fic was written for the Minchan Gallery of Stories event and beta read by Mai, thank you for always encouraging me and helping me. There is art to accompany this fic and it was created by @bunnymimho on twitter! Thank you for working with me and being super patient with my very slow process.
Posting every day until the fic is finished.
Total Word Count: 15k
Chan tried to ignore the paranormal events of their last get-together and focused on the positive. His newfound sense of clarity and peace allowed him to be more relaxed at work and give better customer service, which had resulted in a hefty amount of tips. Tips that he would start saving immediately to fund a Christmas trip home to visit his family. He started wiping his tables and setting all the cutlery and decorations down before lunch time, absentmindedly humming under his breath until he got fully lost in the task and began singing out loud.
He didn't even realise he was doing it again until his eyes met Jisung's disgruntled stare. Sighing, he gave his friend a silent vow as an apology and moved on. Chan didn't mind the song, it had really seeped into every corner of his life, not just his work. Sometimes he sang it as he settled down to sleep and could even hear it in his dreams, not that he could remember much else about the dreams, just flashes of images and random feelings.
That was strange as well. Usually, even if Chan managed to fall asleep, he wasn't much of a dreamer, his mind too tired to procure those memories for him; but ever since he watched the movie, something inside him shifted. He’d been dreaming more than usual but he tried not to mention it to Jisung and Felix, because he didn’t want them to do… whatever was the next step in their quest. At this point, He wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to resurrect someone from the dead to get him a date.
Felix walked in and sat at the bar, already going through the menu, as if he didn't know it by heart.
Chan rolled his eyes and started on his lemonade; extra lemon and mint, easy on the ginger. “Hey, Lix-ah. What will it be today?” He asked, shaking the reusable bottle to mix the sugar in.
“Hey, Chris,” he smiled. “I'll have the kimchi jjigae, tteokbokki, and tanghulu for dessert.”
“Alright, coming right up!” Chan said and went to the kitchen to let Jisung know the bad news. They didn't actually serve tanghulu and the chef refused to make it, so every time Felix ordered it, Jisung made it especially for him.
“Aish, why does he hate me, hyung?” Jisung whined.
“You could just say no,” Chan suggested, knowing full well that neither of them would dare erase Lix's smile like that. The man liked his sugar and would go great lengths to get it.
“Don't be silly,” he said and went to press a noisy kiss on Felix's cheek, leaning in and whispering something into his ear before they both turned to look at him.
“What?” Chan asked.
“I've been thinking…” Felix said, biting his lip and giving him a pleading look.
Chan groaned. “What do you want now? I don't want to do another ouija board session. It really freaked me out last time.”
“No, no. It's just a ritual, simple spell; sort of like manifesting.”
“Changbin would kill us,” he said.
“That's why we are doing it at your place this time,” Jisung added with a pout.
“Great idea!” said Felix.
Sagging against the bar, Chan gave Jisung a pleading look but gave up the moment he saw him pout.
And so it was decided. Their last ‘Paranormal Tuesday’ started well, with the entire group just a little bit tipsy, candles, pen and paper.
“You need to write down what you would like in a partner on this piece of paper,” Felix said.
“And then what?” Chan asked, trying to brace himself for the worst.
“Then we burn it,” he said.
“What, no human sacrifice? No demon summoning? No blood of a virgin required?” Changbin said, snorting at his own joke.
“Nah, not today,” said Jisung.
Chan raised his glass and made a silent toast with Changbin, letting out a sigh of relief. He grabbed the pen and wrote down a list.
‘Someone who likes to share their time together,
a kind soul,
animal lover,
cute in an adorable type of way (like someone I could find cute even if I caught them committing arson).’
Felix peeked over his shoulder and read it out loud. “So, like a cat?”
Chan considered it briefly. “Actually… yes!! Exactly like a cat!”
“What else?” Jisung asked.
‘An artist of some kind,
fun to be around,’
And after some hesitation, he included ‘Good lover’.
“Do I burn it now?” Chan asked, ready to be done with the ‘ritual.’ Felix nodded, so Chan stuck the rolled-up paper in the nearest flame, watching it burn without any weird activity around them. He froze for a moment, half expecting something to fall, but there was nothing at all.
Changbin snorted. “I don't believe anything will come of this,” he slapped Felix’s shoulder, “but since we're here, I just want someone cute and sweet that I can go to karaoke with.”
Felix says, “You may get your wish since you asked so nicely, Binnie.”
“Awesome!” Changbin pinched his cheek and went to pour himself another drink.
“I want a Negroni!” Chan yelled after him, downing the last of his drink.
That night he slept peacefully until the feeling of someone grabbing his ass woke him up in the middle of the night. He looked at the time; it was 3 am, the witching hour, according to his friends. Going back to sleep after that was an uphill battle.
The next day, when he told the kids about his dream, Jisung and Felix shared an excited look, but didn’t comment on it.
Changbin simply snorted and smirked at him. “It’s a shame you didn’t get phantom feelings on your dick; it would help you to be less of a sour grape.”
Chan shot him an unimpressed look and twisted his nipples through his shirt before he could even react.
Summary: Chan watches a weird movie and can't get a song out of his head. He keeps singing it over and over, not knowing the consequences of his actions.
Or, How Chan unknowingly manifested a soulmate a little too hard and everyone paid the price.
Ship: Minchan (background Hyunlix, Seungsung and Jeongbin)
Rating: E
Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Fluff, It's a cute fic and not too serious, every character is a bit crazy, Attempt at Humor, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Eventual Smut, Minchan Centric.
Read on Ao3
Author’s Note: Thank you @effingmeteors for beta reading!
This fic was written for the Minchan Gallery of Stories event and beta read by Mai, thank you for always encouraging me and helping me. There is art to accompany this fic and it was created by @bunnymimho on twitter! Thank you for working with me and being super patient with my very slow process.
Posting every day until the fic is finished.
Total Word Count: 15k
Minho rolled over in bed, slowly blinking his eyes open, already hating the way the sunlight was starting to trickle into his room and land directly in his eyes. He groaned and threw his hand over his face in a futile attempt to keep sleeping. Two warm and heavy lumps joined him in bed with a thud, followed by the caress of long whiskers on his cheek and his arm. He tried to remain as still as possible, trying to trick his children into thinking he was still asleep, but it was no use, of course; they were too smart.
The sound of Soonie chewing on his hair finally made him admit defeat. He snickered and reached to pet them. Doongie started a conversation immediately, as it was customary.
“Hi, Doongdoong-ah! Hi, Soonie!” He leaned over and dropped a kiss on each nose. “What time is it, hmm?”
Doongie yelled a reply but Minho didn't speak cat, not like that at least. His 6.30 am alarm went off, putting an end to his lazy morning start. Sometimes it was still hard to remember the drive he'd felt when he woke up at 5 to go running and train at JYPE; when he was still in love with his dream career as an idol and despite working part-time and training over 15 hours a day, he'd felt unstoppable. The tug at his heartstrings only lasted a few seconds. He then remembered how much better he felt now, living a quieter and relaxed life, still pursuing dance but on a different path that involved two cats and a cozy apartment. He was happier this way, even if sometimes he wondered if he had given up too easily.
Soonie nibbled on his fingers, pulling him from his thoughts. “Are you hungry, baby?” He asked, receiving only a glare as a reply. “Alright, let's go.”
The cats didn't need to be told twice. They led Minho to the kitchen, frequently checking if he was really following along, waiting (semi) patiently for their bowls to be filled.
After tending to the children, Minho hopped in the shower, hoping that it would help him feel more alert despite how bad he'd been sleeping lately, but it only worked partially.
He made himself an iced Americano and walked out the door. After all, he had to meet Hyunjin at the studio before classes.
---
“Hyung, you look like shit.”
Minho glared at him and reached for his throat, but Hyunjin only swatted his hand softly.
“Have you tried melatonin?” He pressed.
“No, Hyunjin-ah. I haven't tried the fucking melatonin.”
“You should, your mood is only getting worse.”
“Maybe my mood would be better if you didn't keep pointing out how ugly I look.”
“I never said you were ugly. You just look tired and sick. Sometimes I see you swaying on your feet. It reminds me of…”
Minho shook his head. He had already gone that path, he didn't need Hyunjin to bring up their trainee days. Feeling too sick and tired had been the main reason they decided to leave. Or, Minho decided, Hyunjin just cried and followed after him, too attached to let his best friend leave him behind.
As if his day was not going terribly, his phone started ringing, and he should have known better than to pick up a call from an unknown number, but he still accepted the call.
“Hello?”
“Min-”
Feeling the urge to smash his phone to the ground, he gave it to Hyunjin and walked away. He couldn't really afford another phone. He heard Hunjin asking who it was, followed by a series of colorful insults. It didn't fully make the pain in the pit of his stomach disappear, but it helped, and it made him smile. Before he could make it out of the studio, Hyunjin caught up to him and pulled him into a hug.
“I told him that if he ever called you or tried to contact you ever again, we were all going to beat him up.”
Minho wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and let out a shaky breath. “Thank you,” he said, wishing he didn't sound so small.
“It's like he doesn't want you to move on. I fucking hate him!”
“Me too,” Minho said, finally letting go and taking a step back. “Maybe that's why I haven't been able to date again, but I'm not ready to stop hating him.”
“I will never stop hating him,” Hyunjin said, and Minho laughed.
Hyunjin swatted his arm and returned his phone. “Don't laugh, he cheated on you and broke your heart!”
“I know, I was there, Hyunjinnie,” he said, feeling a little too tired to continue with the day. “I think I'm going back home. I don't feel well.”
“Ok, I'll walk with you.”
“No, I need you to go to class and record it for me. I don't want to get behind.”
“Ugh, I hate!” He pouted. “Ok, but can you please buy melatonin on the way? And let me know you made it home safe.”
“Ok,” he said, waving and letting his feet carry him to the pharmacy and then home. He barely remembered texting Hyunjin that he'd made it before the gummy lulled him to sleep.
He woke up at midnight to the incessant ringing of his phone courtesy of his three idiot friends. They threatened to kick his door in if he ever stopped replying to everyone like that. After calming a very distraught Hyunjin, he promised to eat dinner and go back to sleep.
He did a quick kitchen reset while his ramen was on the stove and fed the cats dinner before taking another melatonin gummy and going back to bed.
Minho walked into heaven, the golden gates opening easily for him, an angel singing with the sweetest voice he's ever heard, the warm breeze carried a tune he couldn't quite make out, but still made his heart dance in his chest with glee. Suddenly, he felt the comfort of a warm body pressed firmly against his, he smiled as he reached around and held the angel's ass. It was perfect.
He woke up feeling refreshed and more alert than he'd felt in months. He smiled, letting out a happy sigh as he clung to the memory of a plump ass in his hands. He couldn't remember much else from the dream, but that detail was enough to start his day on a good note.
His smile only faltered when his feet landed on a bit of sand right beside his bed. He shrugged and trotted down the hallway and into the shower.
---
He sighed once again and sipped on his black coffee. It was Wednesday, and Wednesdays meant coffee with the gang at their favorite café. Always the same café, every Wednesday, at 10 am, at the same table. He sighed again, wishing that he could remember the face to match that perfect ass.
“It’s probably the love of your life calling out to you, you know?” Hyunjin said with a dreamy smile.
“Hmm?” Minho asked, not knowing where he strayed from their conversation.
“Your dream,” he insisted. “It's probably your soulmate.”
Minho gave him an unimpressed look. “It’s not. You need to stop it with your romantic theories about me. You asked me not to shut myself in, and I listened. I went out, hooked up with a few guys. It didn't work out.”
“But you are not giving them a chance!” Hyunjin said.
“Which one should I have given a chance? The volleyball player with a massive ego, the one that ghosted me until he wanted to fuck but acted like my boyfriend when I was over, or the one that kept ditching me for his friends even though he saw them every day?” Minho frowned. “It's just not in the cards for me, and you need to stop insisting on that before I get you in the air fryer at 180 for 20 minutes.”
Hyunjin grimaced but turned towards Jeongin for help. “Innie, don't you agree that this could mean something great for our big cat?”
“You know I don't believe in premonitions or soulmates. It's all fiction to me, and I don't like it.”
Hyunjin pouted and ruffled Jeongin's hair. “Babyyyyy, don't say that. You know that soulmates exist and you like fiction well enough,” he said, pointing at the animated characters in I.N's work apron.
“That's for the children! It helps them trust me as their teacher. And stop messing with my hair, no amount of pouting will make me agree on the soulmates topic.” Innie smiled and tapped Hyunjin's lips with his index.
Minho raised one eyebrow and shared a look with Seungmin, who gave him a pained smirk back. They had never discussed it out loud, but it had been over a year since they looked into each other's eyes and realized that they could clearly see what their friends refused to acknowledge. Minho sometimes wondered why they didn't stop fighting and got together, but he couldn't really say anything about it; it was not his circus, despite them being his monkeys.
“Seungminnieeee,” Hyunjin whined, but when he turned to their friend, he dropped the act.
Seungmin gave him a stern look. “You are all idiots, that's my opinion on the topic.”
Minho laughed.
“You too, hyung. Why do you even tell them your dreams? You know how they are!” Seungmin said.
Glaring, Minho kicked him under the table.
“What is that supposed to mean? I'm perfectly rational,” Jeongin said.
“Right, you just like to fight with Hyune because you are used to talking to toddlers every day and -”
“Seungmin!” Minho warned him.
“Anyway, Min, I'm buying you lunch because you are my favorite hyung,” Seungmin said.
“Can we come too?” Hyunjin said, with a pleading look.
“No, I'm tired of hearing you argue. You stay and talk it out.”
“It wasn't even that serious, we're fine,” said Innie.
Catching up to his dongsaeng's plan, Minho stood up. “Right. You need to talk, and I need to get a free lunch - with pudding. You're buying me dessert too, right, Seungminnie?”
Seungmin linked their arms, already testing his luck, but Minho put on a stiff smile. “Of course! Byeee!”
---
Minho ran as fast as his paws could take him, tongue lolling out the corner of his snout. The night breeze caressed his fur as he tried to catch up to the leader of his pack; his other packmates, somewhat smaller than himself, were at his side. The forest finally gave them a rest, opening the view to the lake, but their alpha turned right and climbed up the rocks at the shore, patiently waiting for them. Minho was mesmerized by the beautiful black wolf whose fur shone brightly, almost blue in the moonlight. He chirped and nuzzled his leader's side, receiving a lick back.
Looking at his pack, the alpha howled at the moon, inviting them to join him and rejoice.
There was something in the distance, a sound. Minho cocked his head, listening intently, trying to discern what was slowly approaching him, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. It felt familiar somehow, and as the forest and his pack slowly dissolved in front of him, he could almost make out someone's voice. The only thing clinging to him is the sand under his paws.
Minho opened his eyes and smiled as he stretched his body, his back arching and his feet digging into the sheets. He frowned and sat up with a start when he felt something coarse under his feet. He threw his comforter off the bed, and his eyes widened when he found quite a bit of sand sticking to his feet and bedding.
Disgruntled, he stalked to the bathroom and took a quick shower before going for a run. After almost an hour of sweating, he started to regret fully skipping breakfast; his energy levels were going down much faster than usual, and his stomach was starting to growl. His nose guided him to a nearby restaurant, and he decided to enter, even if it looked a bit pricey.
Checking that he had his wallet in his pocket, he walked into Volcano for the first time. He had walked past the place quite a few times, but he’d never had a chance to try the food. The server gave him a bit of an unimpressed look while he took in his outfit, but Minho was not going to let the tiny man ruin his day.
“Good morning, my name is Jisung. Will you be eating alone today?”
“Good morning. Yes,” Minho said, already walking towards the area with the nicest tables.
“Oh, then follow me, please. The seating area for singles is this way.” Tiny man… What was his name? ‘Jisung’ led Minho in the opposite direction, leaving him at one of the tiny tables that were still nicely decorated and had a good view of the park Minho had come from, but were nowhere near as nice as the couples' area.
The sour frown on Minho’s face only lasted until the food arrived. He’d ordered a complete breakfast menu, including rice, doenjang jjigae, hotteok, mandu guk, and kimbap. The quality of each dish was impressive, and it definitely helped improve his mood.
He hummed a little song absentmindedly as he ate, until he heard a sweet voice coming from behind him. He tried to look over his shoulder, but he couldn’t quite catch a glance of whoever was singing, so he had to turn all the way around. His eyes widened when he realized it was another server, with a strong back, blond hair and an impressive ass. He was wearing a different uniform: Black slacks extremely well tailored, and a black satin shirt that shone blue under the soft lights of the restaurant.
He briefly wondered if the face would match the rest of that killer body, but the man disappeared to the kitchen, not to be seen again, even if Minho tried to stay a bit longer. Jisung had eventually asked if he wanted to order anything else with a tight smile and brought him the check.
Summary: Chan watches a weird movie and can't get a song out of his head. He keeps singing it over and over, not knowing the consequences of his actions.
Or, How Chan unknowingly manifested a soulmate a little too hard and everyone paid the price.
Ship: Minchan (background Hyunlix, Seungsung and Jeongbin)
Rating: E
Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Fluff, It's a cute fic and not too serious, every character is a bit crazy, Attempt at Humor, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Eventual Smut, Minchan Centric.
Read on Ao3
Author’s Note: Thank you @effingmeteors for beta reading!
This fic was written for the Minchan Gallery of Stories event and beta read by Mai, thank you for always encouraging me and helping me. There is art to accompany this fic and it was created by @bunnymimho on twitter! Thank you for working with me and being super patient with my very slow process.
Posting every day until the fic is finished.
Total Word Count: 15k
Changbin, the fourth element in their friend group, was once again working late, so they decided to let themselves into his apartment and wait for him with drinks at the ready, as was customary. That's how Chan found himself the victim of a ‘routine guidance spiritual communication’ with Jisung and Felix, or as he would call it, getting drunk and humouring the kids with an ouija board session. After all, if he had survived so far, what could go wrong?
Famous last words.
They sat on the floor, around the round coffee table that was too big to serve as a proper one and too low to be considered a dinner table. The Ouija board laid in the center of the pentagram they’d drawn with Changbin’s eyeliner, a red candle at each corner of the star added a sort of mystical energy, the ritual was only missing Chan’s tears but he knew they weren’t too far. Chan was surprised that they hadn’t set anything on fire yet, given how much of the alcohol supply they had already depleted.
It was during his fourth - or perhaps fifth - vodka soda that Felix asked a question to ‘the spirits’ and a planter fell to the floor, shattering and leaving a mess of dirt and dry leaves scattered around. Thankfully, the plant was already dead, so Chan didn't feel too bad for Changbin.
“I guess that's a noooOOOoooo,” Chan said with a giggle and took a long and loud sip from his glass.
Felix glared at him but asked again. “Does Chan have a destined partner?”
Jisung gasped. “The lights flickered! Our Channie is getting a boyfriend soon!”
“No, I'm not,” Chan said flatly. “And I didn’t see anything. Did you?” He asked Felix.
He shook his head and sighed. “Would you take it seriously?” He asked, poking Chan on the shoulder.
Chan snorted. He couldn't help but be sceptical after his horrendous dating history. That, and he didn't really believe in the spiritual realm; whatever that was. “If I took this seriously, I would have run away a long time ago. It's creepy and silly.”
“I know there's someone out there for you, Hyungie!” Jisung said.
“This is pointless. Sorry, guys,” Chan said with a shrug.
“It isn't! I'll prove it to you. Ask the board a question!” Felix pressed.
Taking another sip from his drink, Chan thought about it. The mild buzz in his brain was a bit distracting, so he shut his eyes for a moment and decided to test ‘the spirits.’ “Ok, oh almighty spiiiritsss, if you are truly there, give me a sign. Let me know if I will get the man of my dreams!” He laughed, but it was short-lived. A sudden gust of wind entered the room and blew all their candles off, giving them enough time to see each other's shocked faces before the power went completely out. Chan reached for his phone but couldn't even turn on the screen. “What's going on?” He asked.
“I told you to take it seriously!” Felix said, sounding a bit panicked.
“If the lights don't turn on soon, I'm going to start crying,” Jisung said, sounding like he was already halfway there.
Loud banging echoed all around the flat, thud, thud, thud. It came from the floor, from the walls; it was all around them. Then, the door slammed open letting the light from the hallway pour in, a huge figure stood before them with a hammer in its hand. Jisung and Felix yelled and scrambled over to Chan, clinging to him for protection even though he felt like he couldn't move, frozen in time, unable to run or save his friends.
The figure moved after what seemed like forever, but was probably two seconds, and turned on the lights. “What are you doing in the fucking dark?” Changbin's voice echoed through the apartment like thunder, making Felix and Jisung cower. He looked around, taking in the pentagram, the candles, the ouija board, and all the snacks and alcohol. “I told you to stop being spooky in my house!” Then, Bin finally saw Chan and shook his head in disappointment. “You too?”
“We weren't summoning anything this time!” Jisung said, pouting in an attempt to gain sympathy from their friend.
“Don't look at me like that; you know I can't stand it!” Changbin said, his voice coming out much softer this time. “And I don't care that it was not a summon, I have to sleep in here when you leave! It's creepy!”
The three of them hung their heads in shame.
“Sorry,” Chan said. “I just can't resist their begging.”
“I know it's hard, but we need to be the responsible ones, hyung. They are never going to behave.” Bin sighed. “Starting tonight, any further contact with the dead, ceanses, rituals, sacrifices, or dates at my house, are strictly forbidden.”
“What about our movie nights?” Felix asked, his eyes shining as if he was about to cry.
“Movie nights are still allowed, but you are on thin ice. If I catch you again, you are all losing your key privileges.” Finally, Changbin noticed the planter on the ground. “What did you do to Petunia?” He asked, pointing at the now deceased plant his ex had given him.
“Nothing!” Felix said. “It just fell!”
“Why is it dead?” Bin asked, looking more upset by the second.
“Have you ever watered it?” Chan asked, already knowing the answer.
Changbin gave him a pained expression. “I… don't think so.”
Jisung got up and walked over to him, linking their fingers together. “Even though we didn't touch the plant at all, I'm still sorry that the planter fell when we were here using your space. It's ok to be upset about it, I know it has sentimental value to you.”
Changbin gave him a sad smile and pulled him into a one-armed hug, finally throwing the hammer onto the sofa. “It was probably for the best. It's time to move on. Right, Sungie?”
“Yeah, you will find someone who can love you the way you deserve,” Jisung said, wrapping both arms around him.
Felix and Chan shared a look and smiled before joining the group hug.
“I love you, guys!” Chan said.
“Me too,” Felix said, squeezing his friends’ muscles with a wide smile.
Chan's soul was slowly returning to his body after the weird paranormal experience, but then Jisung looked up with a curious expression.
“If we had all the lights on and nobody got up from the circle, why did Changbin flipping the light switch work? It should have still been up.”
Chan saw the color drain from Changbin's face. “Why don't we all sleep at my house tonight?” He offered.
—
Once back home and with his friends scattered all around the room, Chan had a horrible time trying to fall asleep, tossing and turning. He didn't know what to think about the whole experience. Even though he had always been cynical about that type of spiritual and paranormal stuff, sometimes Felix and Jisung were so dead set in their beliefs that he started to believe them. There had been too much activity during their questions, especially when Chan joked about it. Maybe it was true, maybe there was someone out there for him.
Eventually, Chan felt his eyelids becoming heavy, slowly falling shut. The next time he opened his eyes, he realized it'd been the best night of sleep he’d ever had. He felt happy, even though he didn’t know why. He wrapped his arms around himself and sighed, almost missing the feeling of someone else’s arms around him. Had he dreamed of a good hug? He felt a bit pathetic if that was the case. Still, he decided not to let his negative thoughts ruin his day.
He sat up in bed and froze for a moment. He had never been able to disregard his negative feelings so easily before. Once he walked down that path, it often ended in him spiralling for at least a few hours, wallowing in self-hate, but he couldn't really help it. Deciding to just appreciate his newly found inner peace, Chan got out of bed and hopped in the shower. After all, he had to make breakfast for the kids.
Summary: It's Seungmin's birthday and he's excited to celebrate with his person.
(Inspired by their little concert date)
Ship: Chanmin (aka Seungchan)
Rating: Pg-13
Tags: fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Kim Seungmin is a Little Shit, Kim Seungmin is Whipped, Bang Chan is Whipped, they are so in love it's disgusting, Feelings expressed in the most ksm way, I'm so weak for this ship, I admit it.
Author’s Note: Thank you @effingmeteors for beta reading!
I signed up for two (soon to be 3) writing events and I want to display a bit more of my writing. This is one of the promised fics.
Total Word Count: 2k
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Seungmin opened his eyes exactly five minutes before his alarm, like he did every day. He stretched his arms and smiled widely. It wasn’t just any day, it was also his birthday, and he was going to a Day6 concert with his boyfriend, no less. He rolled to the side and buried his face in his pillow. He laughed, trying to keep it down to avoid waking Felix up.
The sound of bare feet hitting the tiles outside his bedroom made him stiffen and school his face into a neutral expression right before his door clicked open, but he relaxed when he saw who it was.
Chan groaned, his voice still raspy and sexy, like it was usually in the mornings; just exactly how Seungmin liked it. “Aww, baby. I wanted to wake you up!” he whispered, coming closer and revealing a chantilly strawberry cake he’d been hiding behind his back.
Seungmin sniffed, turning his nose up and only looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “Well, you’re too late, old man. You know I wake up at 7.55 every day.” He tried not to smile when Chan pouted. God, he loved that man.
“I know, I’m sorry, Puppy!” He set the cake on the bedside table and knelt on the bed. “Happy birthday, love,” he said leaning over him, running the tip of his nose against Seungmin’s. “I love you so much!” He pressed their lips together, humming for a peaceful moment before he started tickling Seungmin.
“I will kick you!” Seungmin said, squirming and pushing at his chest despite the smile on his lips.
“Fine,” Chan said with an exaggerated sigh and a tired smile. “Let’s cut the cake, hmm?”
“Fuck the cake, come here!” He said and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, pulling him into a slow kiss, humming in content when Chan laid fully on him.
Breaking the kiss, Chan looked into his eyes with so much love that it made his heart skip a beat. “Ok, we should seriously eat the cake.”
“Did you sleep at all last night?
“I did!” Chan said, double blinking.
Seungmin puffed out his cheeks and poked at Chan’s chest. “Don’t lie to me, Bang!”
“I’m not! I - I went to bed a little late but I got a few hours in, promise!”
Raising his eyebrows, Seungmin pushed him away and sat up. “And in whose bed did you sleep? Not yours, I know that.”
Chan whined and rolled to the side, landing on his back but still pressed to Seungmin’s side. “I’m going to kill Innie.”
“You will not. He worries about you.” He turned towards Chan and ran his fingers through his hair, softly scratching his scalp. “I just want you to take care. Nobody can go on forever like this. You abuse your body too much.”
Chan’s eyes remained trained on the ceiling, still avoiding Seungmin’s piercing gaze. “I was just inspired and I needed to start things before I lost it. I also made notes, but it was worth it.” He finally turned his head towards him. “It may even save me time next week so I can take a day off.”
“Hmm.” Seungmin bit his lip. “Well, why don’t we skip the concert today so you can catch up on sleep?”
“Are you sick?” Chan asked with wide eyes.
“No, I just want my baby to rest.” He kissed Chan, resting his hand on the other’s cheek. “Can’t have you dying on me yet.”
Chan laughed and spanked his ass, pulling him to lay on his chest. “Stop teasing me!”
“You love it,” Seungmin said, gently caressing Chan’s chest and throwing a leg over his.
“I do,” he said. “I really do, Seungminnie.”
“Love you too,” Seungmin replied absentmindedly. “Let’s take a nap.”
Chan lifted his head and looked at him with a frown. “You are seriously sick. Since when does the Kim Seungmin take morning naps?”
“Since I don’t want you to fall asleep during the concert. I will be very offended if you do!” Yes, he needed to make this about himself or Chan would never give in. Sometimes he felt like the oldest in the relationship, with his big unruly toddler of a boyfriend and his constant obsession with fighting sleep.
“Alright. Let’s rest for a bit,” he mumbled, kissing the top of Seungmin’s head.
Happy with having gotten his way, Seungmin shut his eyes and focused on the sound of Chan’s heartbeat and rhythmic breathing, until there was nothing else.
---
When he opened his eyes again, he felt a bit out of sorts, not sure what exactly had happened until he realized it was now 10.30. Right, the mid-morning nap. He touched the other side of the bed and smiled when he felt some lingering warmth. Chan must have rested at least a little then.
After brushing his teeth and doing his skin prep, he walked to the kitchen, where he could hear his coffee machine already running.
His eyes first landed on a very sleepy Yongbok. He was sipping coffee slowly and grimacing until their eyes met and he smiled. Seungmin brought a finger to his lips, asking him to keep quiet, receiving a wink as reply. He carefully approached his boyfriend, standing right behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, startling him and nearly making him drop the other two coffee mugs he was preparing.
“Jesus!” Chan said, immediately following with a laugh. “Don’t sneak up on me like that, I’ll have a heart attack!”
“I think that’s the plan,” said Felix, still trying to drink the coffee he had clearly been talked into accepting.
“I would never!” Seungmin said, putting a hand to his chest. “We are not married yet so I would get nothing!”
“I will tell my mom you joke about that often!” Chan said, pouting.
“She would never believe you. I am a very polite and well-behaved boy,” said Seungmin, pressing a kiss to his pout.
Both Chan and Felix burst out laughing but they all knew he was right. There was no way Mrs Bang would ever doubt him. He was her favorite.
“Well,” said Felix. “Happy birthday, Seungmo, I’ll see you when you get back from your date.”
“You’re not eating cake with us?” Seungmin asked, trying to pull his best sad puppy face.
“No,” he smiled. “If I see you guys kiss again, my eyes will fall out. You can have your romantic breakfast alone.”
“But the cake!” Chan countered.
“Leave me some in the fridge, I’ll eat it while I scream at kids on League.”
Seungmin sighed and waved him off, his attention already on that steaming coffee mug and the cake slice. Channie started singing Happy Birthday, but Seungmin couldn’t hear him. He was too lost in his eyes, his wild hair, and those gorgeous lips.
“Make a wish!”
“Huh?” He blinked.
“Make a wish! Go on!”
It took him a few moments to decide what he should ask for. He smiled as he realized that he didn’t need anything more; he had everything that he could possibly want. So he just wished that his good fortune would last forever, or as long as it was humanly possible instead. I wish to spend the rest of my life with Channie, no matter how hard it gets. I want Stray Kids to continue for a long time too. I want to grow old with my friends.
“Remember not to say it so it comes true!” Chan reminded him.
“But if I don’t ask you to make me the Luna of the pack, how will you know what I want?” Seungmin smirked.
“I’m begging you to spend less time with Sungie, for the love of everything that is sacred,” Chan pleaded, dramatically dropping to his knees.
“But I deserve it! Minho may be your right hand but I am sitting at your side, ruling with you. You know our pack needs discipline.”
“I’m going to go on hiatus and go back to Australia to get away from this nonsense. Also, Minho can discipline the kids.”
Seungin crossed his arms in a huff. “So he’s your queen? Your Luna?”
“Puppy, I swear I’ll cry.”
“Answer the question!” He said. It was a matter of principle, fictional or not. He deserved to rule with Chan, as his mate.
“Fine, you are my Luna, my mate, my everything, but please don’t ever mention this again!”
“Can I tell Minho?”
“... No. Just, please!” Chan buried his face in his stomach, muffling a scream.
Seungmin sniffed, turning his nose up, but relented. “Feed me cake then.”
Chan sighed in relief and got up, grimacing as his knees popped, and sat at his side, feeding him cake gently. “You drive me crazy sometimes, you know?” He said fondly.
“I know,” Seungmin smiled. “You’re my favorite target.” He did finger hearts at Chan, who then tried to bite them.
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Seungmin was delighted to find that Chan had arranged for their tickets to be in a private section of the stadium, where they could enjoy Day6 in peace. He sang his heart out, holding Chan’s hand in his pocket, where nobody could see even if they looked up.
With their hoods up, he felt comfortable enough to lean on Chan and smile widely, the way he only did behind closed doors in an attempt to keep their relationship hidden from prying eyes. Nobody knew what they had gone through, nobody could see how bad things got for Chan sometimes. He didn’t need to add the stress of people trying to meddle in their private life to it, so they kept their love safe. It was just for them, not anyone else.
He shook his head, trying to make the heavy thoughts melt away, and felt Chan’s eyes on him.
As ‘When You Love Someone’ started playing, he turned away from the show and focused on his boyfriend and his gentle, loving gaze. That look would never fail to melt his heart, even if he tried his very best to hide it. He laced their fingers together and started singing along.
‘Today was hard for you, wasn't it?
It hurts my heart just looking at you
I’m sorry that there's not much I can do for you
Other than staying by your side.
You're so beautiful when you smile
So whenever I see you’ve lost your smile
I want to give it back to you
Whatever it takes.’
Chan finally realized what was happening and smiled, pinching Seungmin’s cheek gently.
‘I’d rather cry instead of letting you cry
I want to be hurt rather than letting you be hurt
I won't let anyone hurt your heart ever again
It's strange a thing, but that's just how it is
When you love someone.’
He squeezed Chan’s hand.
‘Even for a little bit, I want to be a help for you
I hope that I could be a resting place for you
If you think of me on a busy day
I'll try my best to comfort you.’
Seungmin wished he could kiss him, tell him how much he loved him over and over, but that would have to wait, so he kept on singing.
‘You're such a tender-hearted person
So whenever I see you hurting silently
I want to make you smile again
Whatever it takes.
This is a song for you
I’m singing for you
This is a song for you
I'm singing for you
I'll give you my everything.’
Chan’s eyes filled with tears as he leaned in and he pressed his lips together. Seungmin had to stop singing, his voice was starting to break, his vision blurring with unshed tears. He sniffled and looked towards the stage, trying to compose himself.
“I love you, Minnie.”
“Me-” He cleared his throat. “Me too.”
That night, once back in his dorm, Chan thanked him for all the love and support with teary eyes - for being his strength, and Seungmin kissed him until they were out of breath, until their skin prickled and their hearts were ablaze. He loved Chan in every way he could to try to compensate for all the words he couldn’t say yet. That night they settled in each other’s arms and, for once, it was Seungmin who couldn’t sleep, smiling in the dark and twirling the new ring on his finger. It was a promise for their future. His dream come true.
Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bang Chan is Whipped, Needy Bang Chan, Lee Know is a Little Shit, Needy Lee Know, Bang Chan has cuteness agression, Cute Lee Know, Overworked Bang Chan, background minsung, like just for a second, no cheating, smut, riding, creampie.
Author’s Note: Thank you @effingmeteors for beta reading, I hope you enjoyed it.
I signed up to two writing events and I want to display a bit more of my writing before then so hopefully I'll have two more fics coming today. (fingers crossed).
Total Word Count: 1.6k
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Chan groaned and leaned back on the chair. He’d been working on a new version of the next title track all day but it was still not ready; something was missing and he didn’t know what. When he got into this type of funk, he tended to let things be, work on something different for a few hours, or just go home and rest, but the new deadline was hanging over their heads and he couldn’t let himself fall back.
He didn’t want to add any unnecessary stress to Bin and Jisung. They were both taking time to work on their side projects, something they usually couldn’t afford to do, but he had told them he would be fine on his own and sent them on their way.
He was not fine. In fact, he was far from fine, but someone had to handle things.
He unlocked his phone and felt a bit queasy at the sheer amount of unanswered texts. First, the group chat. A quick sweep revealed nothing urgent, just the usual conversation and Minho requesting that everyone be at his dorm at 8 for dinner.
Chan grimaced and went straight to his private chat with Min. Aside from the very disappointed messages for having missed dinner, there was a string of increasingly lewd pictures. The first one was his Minho pouting, fairly innocent unless you knew how much the cute side of the menacing ‘Lee Know’ got to him. He blinked repeatedly, zooming in on the picture, focusing on the perfectly pouty lips. It was giving him some ideas but nothing related to what he needed to be working on. Still, he scrolled and saw an annoyed Minho raising one eyebrow at him. How did he manage to look hot by just existing? He gasped at the third picture. A shirtless Minho stared back at him, lying in bed, his fingers pulling at the button of his jeans, his eyes challenging Chan to keep ignoring him.
He looked at the time, then at the time stamp. He felt his blood run cold. It had almost been an hour and a half ago. He hesitantly scrolled down, expecting all sorts of demands, a tantrum maybe, but there was only a video.
He paired the Bluetooth headset with his phone and pressed play, immediately feeling his throat close at the sight of a fully naked Minho stroking his cock, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the tempo as a smirk graced his lips. The camera panned down his body and Chan had to wonder who was there with him, where Chan should have been. “Chan-ah, you kept me waiting,” he pouted. “I wanted to ride you but you didn’t come. You didn’t even reply to me! I had to make do without you.”
“YAH!” Jisung said, making Chan snort.
“I gave Jisungie what I had for you,” he said, gasping, his hand going even faster now. He slowly opened his legs to reveal his puffy rim, Jisung’s come slowly leaking onto the bed. “Chan-ah, if you hurry I’ll let you ride me instead,” he said, mercilessly squeezing at the tip of his cock and showing the precome gathering there before the video cut off.
The screen went black and Chan had the displeasure of seeing himself, red as he was, with his hair sticking to his forehead. He rubbed his clammy hands on his sweats, trying to ignore how hard he was, and weighed his options. The video was from an hour ago, so the chances of Min still waiting for him were next to none; he was simply impatient and didn’t like to be made to wait for anyone. On the other hand, he still carried the travel-size lube bottle in his backpack ever since Minho had fucked him at the gym using only spit to prep him. The least he could do to apologize was to send Min his own video in hopes that it would placate his sour mood. He winced as he remembered the last time he had ignored him and the subsequent spanking he got. Dance practice had been pure torture after that.
He rolled his chair towards the sofa and reached for his bag, rummaging around for the lube but it was nowhere to be found. The door opened and a very red faced Minho walked in.
“Oh, no. Min… I swear I didn’t see the messages!” he said, raising his hands in surrender.
Minho frowned. “I know that. You wouldn’t have ignored me like that unless you were seriously working or seriously stuck.”
Chan let his head fall backward, wanting to cry. Why was he so fucking perfect?
Something hit Chan in the chest. He looked down and saw his missing lube bottle. “Where was it?”
“Bin had it. He used it to sneak up on me at the gym yesterday. You should be more careful with your stuff,” Minho smiled.
“Who would steal from me?” Chan shrugged.
“Lube? Any of us.”
Chan snorted and let his head fall back. He could almost feel the room spinning if he closed his eyes like this.
“Too tired to ride me?” Minho asked.
He ran his hand through his hair, wanting to say no, but his thighs were already trembling at the mere thought of moving.
Minho pulled him up and laid him on the couch gently. “Aish, let me take care of you, Channie,” he said, leaning down to kiss him, unhurried, patient, sweet but passionate. Every single part of Minho was insane, and his tongue was no different. Chan felt grateful, once again, to have him. Loving, crazy, beautiful, eccentric, caring, fiery Minho. He felt himself being pulled and pushed and undressed but his mind was in overdrive, trying to absorb every single caress of that tongue, every single gasp, every moan. There was nothing else in the world but him and Minho’s kisses.
And then they were gone.
“Minho-yah!” he whined.
“Shh, Chan-ah. Let me prep you properly this time. Don’t want to hurt the old man,” he said laughing at his own joke.
“Kiss?” He pouted, which was the wrong move. A whine escaped him as Minho sank his teeth into his lip hard, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to let him know that one wrong move would result in a split lip and it would only be his fault. Only when Chan was perfectly still and pliable, did Minho release him.
He gasped as a slick finger wiggled its way inside him, slowly moving around before slipping entirely out. The emptiness didn’t last long. Before he even had the chance to whine, he felt two fingers slipping past his rim, thrusting in and out, scissoring, searching until he felt a jolt of pleasure coursing through him. “Please, Min!”
Minho snickered but obliged. He pulled his cock out of his sweats, lubed up, and pressed into Chan. He was slow yet unrelenting, his lips softly gracing Chan’s cheek, chasing a stray tear, stopping it in its tracks.
“Please, please, please, baby,” Chan whispered, managing to sound both eager and too tired.
Minho looked at him as if he was the most adorable thing in the world for just a moment before it was gone. He buried his face in Chan’s neck and inhaled deeply as he set a ruthless pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air, Chan’s legs resting on the back of Minho’s arms, little whimpers falling from his lips. “Ah, ah, ah, ah!”
He could feel his sanity slipping away as he climbed higher and higher as waves of pleasure continued to overwhelm him, and when he thought there was nothing better, that nothing could possibly compare to how he felt in that moment, his eyes widened in shock and he screamed at the top of his lungs. He arched his back so violently he knew he would feel it the next day as Minho bit his chest, his cock growing even harder when he felt another bite, and another and another. He choked, unable to breath, his throat dryed as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his cock pulsed rope after rope of come on his chest, some even getting on his chin. He finally felt air filling his lungs and heard the sound return to his ears, just as Minho groaned into his neck and filled him before promptly collapsing onto him.
“Chan-ah…” he grumbled and Chan could hear the pout in his voice. “You make me work so hard! I slaved in the kitchen all day and then I had to come here and fuck you because you won’t even come when I ask you to!” His acting was almost convincing.
“I’m sorry, Minho-yah,” Chan giggled. “I’ve been so bad!”
“Hmm, Yes! Very bad,” Minho said, lifting his head to look him in the eye as he pulled out, the nasty filling of come leaking out of him, making Chan frown. “But don’t worry, I’ve been bad too. Now you have to clean the couch and your bed too!” He smirked.
Chan sat up, his mouth agape. “Why my bed?”
“Where do you think Jisungie fucked me?” He pouted once again, with wide “innocent” eyes.
“You weren’t even at my dorm!” Chan sputtered.
“We walked there, obviously. Don’t take so long to answer, Chan-ah! You’ll remember next time!”
Chan groaned and plopped back down onto the couch. Maybe burning the couch would be easier. He could get a new one… one that could be easily wiped down. “I hate you,” he said softly.
“Mmmm, yes,” Minho said cutely, his clothes already in order as he looked at his reflection in the mirror and fixed his hair. “But you love me more.”
Chan threw him a look but said nothing, it was the truth.
