Hall Pass │ PART ONE
pairing: bang chan x fem!reader x jackson wang
warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, allusions to sex, talks of relationship "hall passes", kissing, reference to safe word, smut will be in part two MDNI, 18+ only*
word count: 2.2k
synopsis: during pillow talk one night, you asked your boyfriend, chan, if he'd ever heard of a relationship hall pass before. after explaining the concept to him, he asked who yours would be. you saying jackson temporarily blew his mind, knowing that the older man was an ex-label mate and good friend. and that he could actually, in theory, make that happen.
note: this was requested by my lovely sister-wife @angels-main-acc, and i am breaking it up despite her pleas lol but who am i to deny her delicious smut of both of my biases?? thx for reading part one :)
Part Two │Masterlist
“Baby? You home?” Chan dropped his keys into the dish on the table by the front door, kicking his shoes off as he waited for Jackson to follow him inside your shared apartment.
Moments later, you walked out of the bedroom, your hair pulled into a messy bun, dressed in a very simple, black cotton dress - one you wouldn’t typically wear outside of the house. With your hands occupied carrying a few clean dish towels from the laundry, you looked up to his face after starting to respond.
“Hey! You’re home earlier than I expe–” your voice was clipped, stopping short as soon as you stood in place and stared open mouthed at Jackson who quietly shut the front door behind him with a smirk. “Umm… oh my God.”
A bright grin spread over Chan’s face as he watched you take in the two of them, chuckling softly to himself. “Hope you don’t mind, I invited my friend Jackson over…”
“Mind?” You said quickly, bare feet carrying you over towards the kitchen to place the towels on the countertop. “Oh my God.”
Jackson awkwardly played with the zipper on the front of his hoodie, glances shifting between you and Chan, not entirely sure how all of this would unfold.
“Jagiya,” Chan’s voice was smooth as butter as he walked over towards you. “Remember how I told you I knew Jackson from when he was with JYP, too?”
Shifting your eyes from the stranger by the door to your boyfriend, you glanced at him with a look pure shock and slight panic. What game was he playing? Of course you knew all about his history with Jackson. And their friendship. And the fact that he was your fucking hall pass.
A few months prior: “A hall pass! You don’t know what a hall pass is?” You laughed, the tips of your fingers playfully touching the tips of Chan’s, both of you naked beneath the sheets after a few moments of bliss. “No…?” Chan turned to look at you, one arm lazily stretched beneath you. “It’s that one free person that if ever given the opportunity you could sleep with without your partner getting upset.” Both of his eyebrows raised and he looked at you like you’d lost your damn mind. “What the fuck? Why would anyone do that?” With a smirk, you nudged him teasingly. “Relax, they never happen. Most of the time they’re completely unattainable celebrities you’d never meet in your lifetime.” Chan pursed his lips, still processing the concept and how nonchalantly you were discussing it. “Unattainable celebrities you’d never meet like… oh… I don’t know, the leader of a kpop band?” He murmured, clearing his throat obviously. “Oh stop,” you rolled your eyes, the playful look still in your eye. “I already have my unattainable celebrity, it’s not like they happen more than once in a lifetime.” “Better not,” he mumbled, his fingertips now tracing your arm absentmindedly. “...but,” he hesitated, and you turned to look up in his eyes. “...say you were to ever meet this hall pass in real life, who would it be?” You and Chan had been together long enough to know when he was genuinely curious about something or feeling slightly insecure, and you hated to give him any reason to doubt you or your relationship, so you went along with it. “I told you, I already got my unattainable celebrity.” Leaning up towards him, you placed a soft kiss to his plush lips, hoping to ease his overworking mind. Giving your arm a reassuring squeeze, he shook his head slowly. “Nah, you brought it up, means you have to have someone else.” “Just forget I ever said anything, I didn’t mean to make this a thing, Baby…” “Nooo no,” he chuckled, his tone of voice now switching to more relaxed and curious. “I’m curious, who is it?” Searching his eyes for any sign of doubt, you sighed. “Jackson Wang.” “What!” Chan sat upright, nearly knocking you out of his grasp in shock. “Jackson? Seriously?” Feeling rocked off your balance, you sat up and clutched the sheets to your chest as you watched your boyfriend seemingly start to spiral. “...yeah, why? What’s wrong with Jackson?” “Nothing,” he said with a laugh, raking his fingers through his messy dark hair. “We’re mates, like I actually know him and could call him right now.” “Oh my God, please don’t do that,” you said with a look of horror. Shaking his head with a smirk, he pulled you closer to himself again reassuringly. “Relax, I have no desire to share my girl with him. Sucks that I actually know your damn… hall pass though. It makes it even worse!” He exclaimed, his voice slightly higher pitched in fake concern. Wrapping your arms around him, you leaned in to kiss him again. “It’s all hypothetical, Baby, you’re the only one I want, I promise.”
"Uh huh..." you paused, still having a hard time trying to decipher what was happening.
"I uhh... I invited him over. For a couple drinks." Chan's eyebrows wiggled a little bit, trying to get you to understand his inferences without giving it away to Jackson, a few yards behind him.
Clearing his throat, Jackson took a few steps forward, bowing slightly as he approached you. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. Chan's told me nothing but amazing things about you."
Your cheeks flushed a bright pink as Jackson spoke to you, a nervous energy rushing through your entire body. "It's really nice to meet you too..." you mumbled, bowing in response to him.
Barely a second later, you grabbed your boyfriend's wrist and spoke to Jackson. "Give us just a moment, will you?" You asked politely before tugging Chan down the hallway to your bedroom forcefully. Once you were in the confines of your room, you shut the door and looked at him with eyes as wide as saucers.
"What the hell is going on??" You said in an aggressive whisper.
Chuckling at your anxious state, Chan brought both of his hands to your arms, trying to ground you from panicking too much. "I may or may not have jokingly told him about your hall pass situation..."
"You WHAT?!" Your voice was definitely above a whisper at this point, and Chan brought one of his large hands up to your mouth, muffling any other outbursts.
Meanwhile, Jackson stood near the kitchen counter, idly playing with the dish towels you'd left there with a smirk on his lips as he heard your muffled whispering.
"Shhhh, Jagi...' Chan tried to soothingly calm you, though that shit-eating grin was still all over his face. "We don't want him to feel unwelcome, do we?"
You said something else beneath his palm that he couldn't decipher, but he began speaking again. "Jackson is actually interested."
"Intseftted?!" Again, another muffled unintelligible word.
Nodding his head, he kept his hand in place. "Yeah, you gonna calm down and maybe let it happen?"
Now you were rendered speechless, arms fallen straight to your sides, your body frozen. After a beat, you nodded once and Chan dropped his hand from your mouth.
"This is a dream, right? Or a nightmare? There's a catch, right? There has to be a catch."
Rolling his eyes, he laughed. "I thought you were gonna calm yourself."
"I'm calm, I'm calm... I'm... I'm just gonna need to down a whole bottle of wine first."
Taking another sip from the glass of wine in your left hand, you swallowed before laughing at some dumb story Jackson was telling about Chan, the younger male blushing from the memory.
The atmosphere was light, soft music playing low in the background, ambient low light shadowed corners of the living room, and the three of you were seated in various comfortable positions, laughing like old friends.
You on one side of the couch, legs curled beneath your frame as you reached out to gently touch Jackson’s arm with the levity of his story, your alcohol addled tipsy brain allowing you to be touchier than you normally wouldn’t be. Jackson was not far from you on the couch, legs manspread with a glass of whisky resting on his knee as he animatedly spoke to the two of you.
Chan was seated in the leather chair closest to your end of the sofa, taking a sip from his own glass of whiskey, quietly watching you and your flirtatious motions, typically reserved for him and him alone. Had he not been as confident in your relationship, there’s no way he would’ve entertained this idea at all. But deep down, he knew you were his and even one night of foolishness wouldn’t jeopardize that.
Jackson glanced over to the younger man, and exchanged a look with him, leaning forward to place his nearly empty glass on the coffee table before him. “You know, Chan never mentioned how pretty you were.”
“Oh, I’m sure I did,” Chan said, his voice low, though his movements were relaxed and confident, crossing one of his legs lazily over his opposite knee. Reaching his hand closest to yours out to you, you looked over to him and dropped your palm against his, fingers lacing together. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he said, eyes locked on yours as he placed a soft kiss to the back of your hand.
“Staaaahp,” you teased, blushing with his gentle and affectionate actions.
Loosely resting his arm closest to you against the back of the sofa, Jackson’s fingertips gently brushed against your shoulder, drawing your attention back to him. “Maybe he did, but he definitely never talked about those lips…”
Your fingers gripped the base of the wine glass in your hand a little tighter, subconsciously drawing your lower lip between your teeth as you blushed, looking over to Jackson.
With a low chuckle, he traced his fingertips down your arm, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps. “Yeah, those… they’re so pink, and full. Beautiful.” he replied, softened focus scanning your features.
“They taste even sweeter than they look,” Chan said quietly, leaning back in his seat as he took another sip of his whiskey.
“Mm, I bet they do…”
Nervously, you brushed an unruly strand of hair that fell from your top knot behind your ear, sipping at the last bit of wine that lingered in your otherwise empty glass. Leaning closer towards you, Chan reached for your empty glass and placed it on the coffee table. “Babygirl, you should let him have a taste…”
“I…” you began, looking between your boyfriend and Jackson, then back to Chan. “...are you sure?” Your voice was soft, nervous, but you’d never in a million years do anything that he didn’t approve of. Even after a few glasses of wine.
Nodding once, he smiled reassuringly, then gestured to his friend. “Go on.”
Jackson sat quietly, watching the exchange between the two of you, still unsure himself of how this would all play out. But, he was pleasantly surprised when you hesitantly looked back to his face.
Hearing your quiet “ok,” he scooted slightly closer to you, slowly leaning into your space as he watched your eyes, looking for any signs of hesitation. When he found none, his hand closest to your body moved gingerly to the back of your neck before he closed the distance between you, his soft lips gently meeting yours.
Your heart pounded in your chest, and you held your breath, fighting your inner monologue telling you that this was wrong. Though, the moment Jackson leaned back, his soft brown eyes met yours as he licked his lips. “Delicious…”
“Told you,” Chan said softly, smirking as his eyes were glued to the two of you. In any other situation, he’d hate every second of this, but knowing this was on his terms, in his own home, instigated by him, somehow he was enjoying the view. “But Jagi, I know you can do better than that…”
The wine intoxication had dulled your inhibitions enough that your nervousness slowly started to ebb away, and your curiosity was taking over. You looked back over to Chan again just for the added reassurance, and then back to Jackson who was still so close in proximity. Slowly, you inched closer to him again and brushed your lips against his once more.
Feeling emboldened, you angled your head to the side, one of your hands moving to rest on his cheek as Jackson deepened the kiss, his tongue coaxing your lips to part. With an inhale, you instinctively shifted closer to him and his hand on the back of your neck gripped a little harder, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
A soft hum rumbled against your lips, the vibration causing a nervous rush of anticipation to wash through you. Before allowing yourself to get carried away however, you pressed your palm against Jackson’s chest and pushed away from him gently, lips flushed and reddened. Dragging the tip of your tongue over your lower tier, you held your breath seeing the hooded, lustful look in Jackson’s eye.
Glancing over your shoulder to Chan, with your hand still against Jackson’s chest, you cleared your throat and held eye contact with your boyfriend. “...should we move into the bedroom?”
Chan’s lips curled into a dark smile, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees just after he put his own whiskey glass down on the coffee table. “Safe word is pineapple.”
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