synopsis: what would tbz call you when you're getting hot and heavy that'll make you feel good in all the right places?
notes: 18+ content (mdni!). this is my first set of tbz drabbles, so enjoy! i had the original idea over at ateezlibrary and also wanted to write it for these sweet boys.
disclaimer: ot11! haknyeon listed at the end.
sangyeon – baby
sangyeon's hand pins your wrists above your head, his body pressed firmly against yours as he drove into you with a steady rhythm. your whimpers only encourage him, a low groan escaping his throat as he leans down to capture your lips in a breathless, bruising kiss.
"look at me, baby," he hums against your lips, resting his forehead against yours as his hips roll deeper into you. with a gasp, you writhe under his touch and tug against his restraints. your eyes finally flutter open to meet his, matching the intensity in them. "that's it ... take me just like that."
he cups your jaw, thumb stroking over your swollen lips as his gaze never leaves yours.
jacob – my love
jacob fights to stifle soft, shaky gasps as you grind your hips against his. he digs his fingers into your waist desperately, his head tipped back against the pillow as his lips part with a sigh.
"you're driving me crazy, my love," he whispers, his voice trembling with need as you trail kisses along his jaw. you moan into his neck, the feeling of him filling you whole nearly sending you over the edge as he thrusts into you to meet your pace.
his grip tightens, breath hanging onto every moment his hips collide with yours. "don't stop," he begs softly, eyes fluttering open to meet yours.
younghoon – princess
younghoon's frame towers over you as he pins you to the wall, his hands beneath the back of your thighs as you wrap your legs around him. his lips meet yours in a breathless kiss, a mess of teeth and tongue as you tug at his already disheveled hair.
he pulls away for a moment, his lips swollen and eyes glazed over as he rests his forehead on yours. you whimper at the feel of him beneath you, the way the friction causes you to arch your back off of the wall and further into him.
"you don't know how badly i need you, princess," he mutters, his voice akin to a whine as he recaptures your lips in a heated kiss.
hyunjae – good girl
hyunjae's hand grips firmly on your hip as his fingers sink into you every stroke slow and deliberate. you writhe under his touch, a string of whimpers slipping past your lips that you struggled to conceal.
"such a good girl," he growls, his voice low and teasing. he holds your gaze, every movement of his fingers sending a wave of pleasure down your spine. "so wet for me already."
he leans down, his teeth grazing your shoulder before he nips at your collarbone. you clench around him, earning another groan from him as he trails his tongue along your neck.
"just wait until i fuck you."
juyeon – baby girl
"you like that, baby girl?" juyeon groans, his palm pressed to your stomach as he slides in and out of you at a relentless pace. you can't be bothered to hold his gaze as you bite back the scream that threatens to escape you. "let me hear how good it makes you feel."
you claw at his back, the sting dragging a hiss out of juyeon as his hand moves up to your neck with a gentle squeeze. your eyes roll back as you try to ignore the high that's about to spill over, hoping to feel juyeon stretch you out just a bit longer.
juyeon can sense what you're doing and chuckles, his fingers tightening as you finally give in to the moans that slip past your lips. "i want to hear you say my name."
kevin – honey
"keep still for me, honey," kevin whispers against your earlobe, his fingers already knuckles deep between your folds. you bite down on your lower lip, stifling the moan that threatens to escape you. the uber driver catches your eye in the rearview mirror and you offer a nonchalant, tight-lipped smile in response, as if to say 'all good back here'.
kevin chuckles against your skin, enjoying how he was able to rile you up. he picks up the pace, whispering all the ways he planned to ruin you once you were back at the hotel. you shudder under his touch, nails digging into his forearm as a desperate attempt to steady yourself.
"i'm not done with you yet," he informs you, slipping his fingers out of you as the uber crawls to a stop. he ushers you out, covertly sucking every drop of you off of his fingers with a wicked smile.
chanhee – my star
chanhee's face is unreadable as he sits across the room from you, hands flush on the arms of his chair as his eyes meet yours. you lay sprawled across the bed, lingerie strewn to the side as you run your own hands over every inch of your body.
you catch the way his eyes darken as you slip your fingers into your mouth, gliding your tongue over them before you bring them to your entrance. a soft gasp escapes your lips as you insert them, moving exactly the way you wanted them to. your face flushes when you realize chanhee's never seen you pleasure yourself in this way and you avert his gaze, your mind a mess of embarrassment and the pleasure that stirred in your core.
"don't look away from me, my star," he coos, his voice like honey from across the room. "i need to see you like this."
changmin – doll
your body trembles under changmin's as he continues to thrust into you, his slow, deep strokes dragging out your orgasm longer than you'd wanted. the pleasure churns in your stomach, every nerve ending on fire as he pushes even further and lowers his hand to your clit.
"changmin, please," you beg, breathless from the way your high has shifted from waves of pleasure to overstimulation in the blink of an eye. it was a confusing sensation, the way your body convulsed in response to the fact that he was making you feel a little too good.
"begging now, are we, doll?" he asks with a grin, his own voice breathy and a sign that he was all too close. you cry out as he rubs circles into your clit, forcing you to see stars as his pace finally grows erratic and he let himself release.
sunwoo – my girl
your palms lay flush on sunwoo's dresser, the only thing keeping you from collapsing onto the floor as sunwoo drills into you from behind. his hair falls over his face in disheveled waves, his swollen lips parted as his own hands steady your hips.
"that's my girl," he groans, his voice strained as he meets your gaze in the mirror before you. your eyes flicker between his and the sight of you bare before him, fucked and clinging to his furniture. "taking it so well."
you can't help but internally roll your eyes at his cockiness, ignoring the way it spurs you on to cry out his name in a drawn-out moan as he brings you closer to your high.
eric – angel
"that feel good, angel?" eric asks from under you, hands fighting again their restraints to caress your thighs. you glance down at the scarves you used as makeshift cuffs to the armchair, a smirk gracing your lips as you grind your hips harder against his. drunk from the pleasure, he rests his head back and admires you through hazy eyes.
you shudder in his lap, the feel of him stretching you out as you drag your hips along his cock causing your spine to arch as you throw your own head back.
suddenly, the feeling of his fingertips snap you out of your pleasure as you glare down at him in confusion. his hands sit firmly on your waist, a mischievous grin stretched across his face as he carries you across the room and to the bed. he cages you beneath him and leans in close, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear.
"my turn."
haknyeon – pretty girl
"there's my pretty girl," haknyeon sings as you saunter through the front door, his face lit up. you set your bag aside and greet him with a kiss on his cheek, his eyes slowly traveling down to your trench coat you wore to evade the cold. "is it really that cold outside?"
"well, no," you admit, fingers fiddling with the waistband as you glance up at him innocently. "but it could've been if i didn't wear my coat."
"why's that?" he asks, the picture of innocence that quickly dissipates into a dark hunger as you slip the coat off of your shoulders and let it fall to the ground. you stand bare before him, snaking your arms around his neck as he does the same to your waist. "oh."
he pulls you in tighter, his lips finding yours this time as a soft groan slips out of his mouth and into yours. "bedroom. now."
Summary: It was so unsatisfying how everyone you’ve ever slept with has been extremely vanilla. Was it so hard to find someone who wanted to tie you up? So, you confide to your best friend one of your dirtiest secrets. And he tells you one back~
Fluff?, Smut, Best Friends to Lovers au
Warnings: Bondage (Ribbons), Scissors used to safely get you out of ribbon when the scene ends, Experienced Rigger & Dom! Chanhee, (Alluded to: Big dick! Chanhee hehe), Rope Bunny! Reader, Consent talk, Use of a vibrator, Slightly tipsy sex? (They sober up in the midst), Squirting (for the 1st time), Cum Tasting/Eating, Multiple Rounds & Multiple Orgasms, Fingering (r! receiving), Oral (r! receiving), Clit stimulation, Unprotected but Safe Sex, Creampie, *Aftercare*, Use of Pet Names: Baby, Doll, and Pretty. *And if I missed anything pls lmk!*
Word Count: 4,820
Chanhee (New) X Reader
[Long A/n: Happy Deobi Day! I hope every deobi has a good day today <3 and that this deobi year is kinder to us 😭🫶🏻💖 Anyways, Ribbon can be unsafe to use! But this is fanfic- so- just make sure to practice safe sex as always. Chanhee & the reader will be safe- dw! I also perceive this fic of mine to have queer elements to it- but maybe it won’t come across, but feel free to let me know if it does! Also, this has been in my drafts forever, but I finally got the energy to finish it. Just in time for Deobi Day! So, please enjoy!]
If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.
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You love spending the night at your best friend’s dorm, gossiping the night away is your favorite way to end your day. And as you plop down on his couch, Chanhee puts his legs over yours and he whispers, “You won’t believe what I heard~” You grin as you turn your head to listen intently to him. And he tells you about how Eric fumbled a confession earlier, making a big mess of himself. And you both giggle about it. You loved sharing secrets and gossiping with him. It’s one of the things you look forward to the most in life. And you tell him quietly about your work gossip which makes both of you snicker. There’s no one in the world you’d rather tell your secrets to than him.
You move to his room and onto his plush bed with two pints of ice cream, and an assortment of movies to watch while you both gossip. You dive into your pint of ice cream as he tells you about how he finds one of your shared friends cute. And you gasp, “No way! I didn’t know you found him cute too!” He laughs and snuggles his head into yours, “He’s literally the only dateable guy in our friend group.” And you immediately tell him, “You’re so right.” You both laugh knowing that the rest of them were just as available, but too ‘yucky’ to date.
You smirk as you tell him a dirty little secret, “I love making him get things off of taller shelves for me.” Chanhee smirks, “Even though it’s well in your range motion, huh~” You nod and he whispers, “He’s like a little puppy, if I ignore him, he’s vying for my attention until I give it.” And you giggle, “You like to watch them beg, huh?” He smirks, “You know I do~” You both giggle at your little antics, knowing you’re both one in the same.
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It’s not often that Chanhee and you get drunk. You both liked liquor, but it usually put you both into wild moods that would be too much mixed with the rest of your friends. But when it was just you two, it was fine. Because if he was jumping on your bed, you were jumping with him. If you were getting lost and running along the beach, he was running right beside you getting lost too. The two of you giggling at each other’s slurred speech all the way home. Of course, when you both finally figure out which way is home. You two match each other’s energy so well. So, when you order an expensive bottle of champagne with Chanhee coming over. You know it’ll be a laughter filled night.
But you both know a little bit better than to get too wild when it’s with your group of friends, knowing all of them will worry too much, and try to find you both if you get lost. Which always spoiled your drunken fun and sobered you both up. The exact opposite of what you both wanted. So, you both knew better than to do so around them. Instead, you’re both only one margarita in, and sipping on the next as you watch the rest of your friends get drunk at the club. Laughing at every single one of their antics together.
You clink your margarita against his and drink a couple of sips before you lean your head on his shoulder and giggle as you start to get tipsy. He rests his head on top of yours and you sigh, feeling fully content leaning against him.
You watch as Sunwoo ends up spilling a drink all over himself and you look up at Chanhee to see him looking down at you before you both laugh at him. Watching your friends get drunker and messier always makes you both giggle. They were more stable than the two of you when drunk, but it didn’t make watching them any less fun. You both hear Haknyeon belting it out with the karaoke machine, which throws you both into fits of giggles, your gaggle of friends were little nuts.
That’s when you catch sight of a woman grinding against her friend and your jaw drops as you drink in the sight of how much she’s enjoying herself. Oh, how you wished you could feel that much pleasure right now. And yet, here you were sitting against your best friend. Nowhere near the action, but you knew nothing could properly satisfy you. Hell, you could hardly satisfy yourself, what difference would a stranger or two make. He talks quietly, and you can barely hear him over your thoughts. He waves his fingers in front of you, and you look up. And he says, “Ah, there you are. I was worried I lost you to the scene before us.” You laugh; he nearly did. He asks again, “Do you think anything will happen with them? Or do you think they’ll both embarrassedly forget it by tomorrow?” You watch on and catch the way her friend bites her lip, “Oh they’re so fucking when they get home. It’ll be a night to remember for sure.” He hums in agreement.
And you whisper, “Wanna know a secret?” His eyes widen, and he leans in, “Always.” You sigh, “I think all my past partners were too vanilla.” He tilts his head and softly asks, “How so?” You lick the salt off the edge of your margarita glass, “It’s not because of the positions… Is no one outside of fiction- into tying someone up and using toys?” He laughs, “I’m sure there are many people into it.” You grumble, licking the last bit of salt off before you put your saltless glass down. Not noticing how intently focused Chanhee was on watching how your tongue licked along the edge, not missing a grain. You roll your eyes, “And don’t you dare say Christian Grey, he’s fictional too.” He laughs, “I wasn’t going to.” You roll your eyes and whine loudly to him, “I just really would like to be tied up but no one ever wants to have full control like that… Or if they do, they want me to tie them up! While that’s hot and all- It’s so unfair!”
He kisses your temple, trying to calm your growing whines. And that pacifies you enough to whisper, “But don’t tell anyone okay?” He hums, half the club definitely heard that last bit, but he still tells you, “I never have before, and I never will.” You take a sip from his pink margarita before you snuggle into his chest. You were feeling the perfect amount of tipsy, free, comfortable, and relaxed. Like a burden finally fell off of your shoulders because you finally told him. You feel his hand that’s around your waist, keeping you from falling forward, trailing up, tickling your sides which makes you giggle a bit before he rests it against your waist again.
You watch as he finishes the rest of his tasty pink drink, his adam's apple bobbing up and down does something to your brain. But you can’t quite put your finger on what it is. He catches the line of your stare and he asks, “Can I tell you a secret?” And you grin, always excited to hear what he has to tell you, “Of course.” He smiles softly at you, and he tells you, “Personally, I like using ribbon to tie someone up. It’s like wrapping a pretty little present up for display.” You part your lips at that; there’s no way he just revealed that he likes tying people up. And in ribbon no less. The person you’ve been looking for has been right beside you the whole time. You let out a soft, “Fuck, really?” He nods; the pretty smile he has on his face almost has you begging for him. But he’s your closest friend, your greatest confidant. Could you really throw that all away just to explore your favorite kink? You do your best to ignore the heat rushing to your core.
And he whispers, making sure only you can hear him say, “I would love to be the one to do that to you.” You gasp, your cheeks flush from more than just the alcohol coursing through your veins, as he draws in closer, “I’d love to put your pretty little pussy on display just for my eyes to see, and my lips to taste.” You gulp from his words and how instantly you feel yourself throbbing. Your eyes go wide, maybe you wouldn’t be throwing away your friendship… Maybe, you’d be going a step further than either of you had ever imagined. You feel him kiss your ear, “Would you like that, doll? To be all tied up for me to use as I please?” You let out a small whimper, and he nips the shell of your ear, waiting for an answer. “Please, Chanhee…” His hand that isn’t holding your waist, tucks your hair behind your ear, “You sure you can handle me, darling?” You blush, “I’m sure.” He lifts your chin up and places a gentle kiss on your lips.
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You’ve never viewed his room in this light before. You’ve been in his room at this time of night, of course. But watching him get on his knees to grab a box from under his dresser, that you’ve never seen before, almost has you whining. Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins that was making you want to scream just from his actions alone. But you felt so sensitive already and he hasn’t even done anything yet.
His fingers gently coast over your exposed skin, before he asks, “You sure you want to do this? I know we’re both a little tipsy, so…” You shake your head ‘yes’, you had sobered up a bit on the walk here. He tsks, “Verbal answer, or no ribbons, baby.” You pout, “That’s unfair.” And his eyebrow raises and you quickly answer, “I want this Chanhee. I trust you.” He smiles and leans down to kiss your lips. When he pulls back, you’re out of breath and you can’t help but want more. But you patiently wait as he strips you both out of your matching outfits. And you whine as you catch the sight of your desires. He smirks, knowing exactly why you’re whining now. But he doesn’t say anything as he sits down on his knees on the plush carpet before you.
And he groans as he finally soaks in the sight of you, “You mean you’ve been keeping this pretty pussy all to yourself, baby?” You blush and you watch as he gets a roll of pink ribbon out of his black satin box. He asks, his breath cascading over where you want him most, “Where do you want me to tie you first?” You think for a moment, before you decide, “My wrists.” He nods and cuts out the perfect length to wrap you all up for him.
He takes his time wrapping your wrists together, making sure there is adequate space between both, before he makes his way down to your legs, wrapping each one in the silky pink ribbon, making additional knots to ease the tension of the main knots to prevent the wrappings from growing too tight. He inspects each closely before he pulls away to admire you. You looked all pretty wrapped up like a little present just for him. He can’t wait to dive in and unravel you. He places the fabric scissors on the nightstand in both of your lines of sight. He gestures to them, “In case it gets too tight… let me know, I’ll cut you right out, okay?” You nod and he kisses you gently, his lips melding with yours.
He lets out a dreamy sight as he stands up and looks you over and lets out an appreciative hum, “Do you want to know a secret?” And your eyes instantly catch his, “Yes.” He whispers, “You look prettier than anyone I’ve ever wrapped up in ribbon.” You blush, “Really?” And he nods, “Wayyy prettier, baby.” You grin to yourself and his hands dance along your sides before his hand finds its way back into the satin little box.
“Are you good with using a vibrator tonight?” You whine, “Fuck, yes, please, Chanhee.” He sighs, “Such dirty words from such a pretty mouth…” You smirk, “But you like that~” And he grins, agreeing, “You know I do.” He turns on the little pink vibrator, and teases it over your tummy, before he brings it lower and lower until he finally places it against your clit and you let out a loud moan and try to move back from the sensation, but the ribbon keeps you in place. Before you let out a dreamy sigh from the vibration as you realize you're finally getting what you want.
He keeps the speed low at first, letting you get used to the sensation before he starts turning the speed up, circling your clit with it as you start whining louder and louder. He tsks, “Come on, baby, I know you can be louder than that can’t you?” And he turns it to the highest setting, causing you to finally let out a scream as it draws you faster and faster to your first orgasm. He can’t help the little giggle that slips from his lips at the way you scream for him. And he leans in to tell you, “For being so secretive, you certainly are a screamer, baby.” You wish to have a comeback, but he quickly follows up with something you never dreamed of him saying, “Just as I imagined you’d be.” His lips are on yours before you can say anything back.
You can’t help the small ‘mmhmph’ you let out against his lips as his fingers plunge into your core. Not expecting it, as your eyes fly open taking in the sensation of all three. The vibrator thrumming against your sensitive clit, his lips against yours, and now his long fingers curling inside of you. When he pulls away, you become a mess of words, “Fu-oh my god- fuck.” He looks over you as you start to wiggle and twist, as much as the ribbons will allow. And he asks, “You gonna cum for me, baby?” You nod quickly, and he presses the vibrator harder against your clit causing your orgasm to finally explode in full force. Your thighs shake in your ribbon restraints; the feeling is so overwhelming you have to squeeze your eyes shut as the sensation courses through you. It was unreal the amount of pleasure he just gave you. You feel him turn off the vibrator and toss it somewhere on his sheets as you finally start to calm down. That’s when you hear his soft giggles and your eyes open to find him licking his soiled fingers and how wet his arm looks.
Your eyes drift lower to see the huge mess you created, “Did I?” He nods with a wild grin playing over his features, “Oh my god- uh… I have uh another secret… that was uh the first time I’ve ever done that.” He moans at that, “Really?” You nod, a little embarrassed, before he says, “It was so hot… That’s probably one of my favorite secrets you’ve ever told me.” His lower half is covered in hundreds of little droplets, and his sheets are totally ruined, but neither of you care about that as he sits down on his knees in front of you again to lick your juices up. He murmurs against your lower lips, sending vibrations up your spine, “Thank you for letting me experience your first.”
He turns his head to lick the droplets off your thighs first. His tongue dances over your exposed skin, slowly drawing closer and closer to where you begin to ache for him again. He licks the last bit up before he kisses over your mound. “So pretty, and all for me… Isn’t that right, doll?” You whine, “All for you… Please, Chanhee, please...” He bites his lip, “Please, what?” You whine again, desperate to get what you want, “Please eat me out…” He licks his lips, “Don’t worry I will.”
He licks a tentative stripe along your folds, before he lets out a low groan as he finally tastes your juices straight from the source, “Fuck, yeah. You taste so heavenly. Best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Your already red cheeks would grow redder if they could at that. He takes his time tasting you, slowly licking over your folds and your clit, learning exactly how you like to be eaten out, before he’s driving you mad. Twirling his tongue over your hole, teasing it a few times before harshly sucking on your clit. He holds your ribbon wrapped legs down against the bed as he devours you.
Your fingers ache to hold him against you and force him to eat you out forever. But with your wrists wrapped up, you just hope he gives you exactly what you want. And he does, wanting you to cum all over his tongue. He eats you out like that’s all he ever dreamed of doing, your thighs beg to clamp around his head as he gets you closer to the edge. Your thighs struggle against his hold and the ribbon keeping you in place, but you’re stuck, unable to do anything. He has full control over you, just as you wanted, but fuck, you also wanted to close your legs due to the overwhelming sensation. You cry out, “Chanhee…” He hums against you, causing vibrations to run up your spine. And you cry, “Fuck… I’m…” He hums again, realizing that simple action was causing your thighs to shake, “Yeah?” He sucks harshly on your clit, and you scream out, “I’m gonna cum.” He hums again and licks over your folds, teasing your hole with his tongue as he eagerly awaits.
With one more suck on your clit, it causes you to cum all over his tongue and he lets out the loudest moan, “Fuck, baby…” He laps at your folds until you still, having finally come down from your high. He pulls back, placing gentle kisses over your stomach. He gets off his knees, moving his hands from your thighs so you can draw them back up. And asks, “Do you want out of any of the ribbons?” You think for a moment, trying to arrange your thoughts after that intense orgasm he just gave you before you shake your head, “No, I like it… It’s like a comforting hold while you ruin me.” He grins, happy with your answer, “Okay.” He kisses you and gives you a minute or so before his fingers trail over your skin and dip lower to trace over your folds, “Can you go again for me, one more time?” You nod eagerly, feeling yourself start to throb again at the thought.
He asks, ready and willing to pull one out of the satin box, “Condom, or no?” You hum, “You didn’t fuck anyone since we got our screenings together last week, did you?” He tells you, “No.” And you grin, “Me neither. No condom, I want to feel you.” He groans, his hips canting up at the thought, “You’re killing me.” You lean your head up a bit, “Good.” And he kisses you deeply as he lines himself up with your entrance. His left-hand splays over your ribbon covered thigh, casually trailing over the ribbon as he slips his tip inside of you. You gasp against his lips, “Chani-” causing you to let out a soft groan as he continues to fill you up.
He slowly works himself inside of you. And when he finally bottoms out, you both let out a sigh and he places gentle kisses over your neck, “You okay?” You sigh, heavenly, “More than.” He smiles as he tells you, “You’re doing so well for me, pretty.” He kisses your lips again. Your lips meld together as he slowly moves out before he pushes in again. He takes his time as you both get used to the new sensation. You sigh, throwing your head back against his pillows, “You stretch me out so well… Fuck.” He groans, “You’re so tight… It feels so good…” Your lips find each other again, lazily making out as he takes his time with you.
He whispers against your lips as he pulls away, “How am I ever supposed to forget this?” You search his eyes for a moment before you whisper, “I know I never will.” He sighs, “If it must remain a secret, it’ll be my favorite one.” You pout as his thrusts start to grow faster, “I thought me squirting for the first time because of you was your favorite secret?” And he laughs, causing you to laugh too, “I think both will be my favorite since they belong to the same night.” You grin and can’t help but agree.
He watches your body twitch beneath him and he asks, “I wonder if I can get you to do it again.” You look confused as you ask, “What, again?” He smirks, “Squirt all over me.” Your eyes widen and his hand that was resting on your thigh reaches for the vibrator he carelessly tossed away earlier. And your walls clench around him at the thought of him pressing that to your clit again, causing him to let out a soft moan. “You want me to put this against your pretty little clit, huh?” You nod eagerly, causing him to raise his brow, before you let out a soft, “Please.”
He nods and you watch as he turns it on again, before placing it against your clit, causing you both to moan from the vibrations. His throws his head back, “Fuck that feels good.” Before he looks back down at you. And sees your fingers wiggle a bit, and he catches sight of them and in between your ribbon held hands, he puts his free hand so you can easily hold it. And you let out a sigh of relief, “That’s what you wanted, baby?” You nod and he asks, “Why didn’t you ask before?” You shrug to the best of your ability, “I didn’t know what I wanted until you gave it to me.” He groans and you raise an eyebrow and he tells you, “You worded that too well.” His thrusts grow faster inside of you, finally starting to chase both of your building orgasms.
He adjusts himself over you, keeping his hand within yours as he does, to hit a better angle and you gasp, “Oh my god-” And he smirks, “Yeah? That’s the spot, baby?” You nod quickly and he makes it his goal to repeatedly hit that spot as his lips trail over your collar, leaving little red marks all along it. He turns the speed on the vibrator up as he starts to circle your clit with it, and you let out a loud moan. “Ch-chanhee…” He hums before his lips trail over your neck and up to your lips, “You gonna cum for me again, pretty?” You nod, “Ye-yeah.” And he groans as your walls clench down around him for the second time.
He feels you grip his hand tightly as your orgasm washes over you for the third time. Your ribbon-wrapped thighs twitch around his, as you squirt all over him, shaking and crying. You look beautiful as you fall apart beneath him. Your walls clench around him tightly causing him to let out a few loud moans. Every part of your body twitching from the intense orgasm he just gave as he moans, “Oh, fuck, yeah, that’s it…” He groans as he watches you cum beneath him, you looked too pretty for words. Prettier than any outfit that he’s ever styled for you. You successfully soaked him again, and oh, how he wanted to cause you to do that again and again for the rest of his life. His thighs along with yours were soaked, and it was a heavenly sight. He can’t help as his orgasm quickly follows as your walls continue to clench around his cock. His hips stutter against yours as he finally cums inside of you.
He slowly pulls the vibrator away from your clit. Letting out a sigh of relief, because the vibration was driving him mad too before he fucks you both through your orgasms. And when your thighs finally stop shaking, he slows down, before he slowly pulls out. He watches his cum spill out from your sensitive hole and his eyes quickly dart from your mixed cum to your eyes before they dart back down. And he can’t help the way he instantly drops to his knees to lick it up. He groans at your shared taste as you let out a loud, “Ah! Ah!” from the oversensitive sting. You pout at him as he goes back to kissing your thighs, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” And you roll your eyes at him, “I don’t think you’re sorry.” He shrugs, “Could you blame me?” You hum before you agree, “No.”
He licks along your thighs again as his hand holds yours, tasting you until his tongue grows tired and he gets off his knees. He stands over you, keeping his hand still in your grasp as he moves your hair to frame your face so he can kiss your forehead. “You did so good for me.” You lean your head up and he smiles as he kisses you. “Now, let me get you out of these pretty ribbons, okay?” You nod and instead of fuzzing with the knots that he so nicely tied. He reaches over to his nightstand and grabs his scissors before he removes his hand from yours. He puts his finger between each knot and your skin so he wouldn’t risk you getting cut. He snips both of your arms out with ease. Before he gets to the bow at the very end that he had fastened to make you look like a proper present for him. He cuts it off and places the pretty pink bow on his nightstand along with the scissors. So, he can hold your arms in his hands and kiss over the slight marks the ribbons left on your skin. He rubs them as you move your fingers, getting your full range of motion back as he gently cares for you.
When your arms are fully back to their color, he does the same with your legs, removing them carefully from their confines. Kissing along each red mark and caressing them before finally letting them settle on the slightly damp bed. You look at the ceiling taking it all in, your best friend in the whole entire world, fucked every last sane thought out of you. And oh, how you wanted more. Not just more of this night, but more of him than you ever imagined possible. You wanted him to be yours.
He asks after a few minutes of quiet admiration, “Would you like a pint of ice cream, a bath, to gossip, or?” You grin, looking down at his fluffy hair and into his eyes, coming fully back to your senses, “How about all three?” A smile spreads over his lips, “I like that idea. I’ll be right back.”
You hear him turn the tub on before he heads to the kitchen. After ten minutes, he returns to you. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, “You okay?” You smile, “More than.” And he grins as he picks you up from his bed, making a mental note to change the sheets before you both fall asleep on it. He gently sets you in the tub, letting the warm water gently relax you before he follows you in, facing you. He opens one of the pints of ice cream before he hands it over to you with a spoon before doing the same for himself. And the two of you eat for a few minutes before conversation starts flowing between the two of you like usual.
You cackle about earlier and how goofy all your friends are to what you feel for each other now, and he asks, “Do you want to know a secret?” You nod, eagerly, “Always.” He looks shy as he whispers it, almost hiding into his pint of ice cream, “I think I’m in love with you.” You watch as his cheeks flush and he tries to cover it with another bite of ice cream. And you lean in real close, the water splashing a little out of the tub as you do, “Chanhee, do you want to know my secret?” He nods, unable to speak, and you say, “I think I’m in love with you too.”
genre. fluff.
warnings. chanhee is very drunk. they're engaged. kissing. not proofread.
pairing. fiancé!chanhee x fem!reader.
wc. 796.
request. for @heavenfilm who started this all 😞
a/n. inspired on this boylog where chanhee got very drunk and was just so cute :( ofc i had to feed into the delusions.
“You’re so red, baby. How much did you drink?” You met eyes with your fiancé who stood in the doorway, clad in his pyjamas. His face was flushed bright pink and his eyes drooped down, threatening to close at any time. You had heard the drunken chatter of the boys in the kitchen, taking shots of soju and eating shrimp together. Chanhee had gotten the most drunk by far. You could easily tell by his voice leading the conversation, mostly consisting of nonsensical sentences leaving his mouth while Changmin, Eric and Juyeon tried to follow along. He was a handful when drunk.
“Just a tiny bit.” Chanhee giggled, stumbling forward until he reached the bed. He landed messily, his head falling right in your lap. He didn’t bother trying to sit up, deciding that how he landed was entirely on purpose and your lap was far too comfortable to leave in any case.
“Looks like it was a lot more than a tiny bit.” You pointed out.
“Fine. But I’m not drunk!” He insisted, raising his head to meet your eyes as if it would prove his point.
“Sure you’re not.” You teased, brushing some of his black hair to the side, revealing his pink forehead.
“You don’t believe me.” He frowned. He could still read you so easily even when drunk. He wasn’t going to be fooled by you playing along to his declaration.
“You need sleep, Chanhee, love.” You knew he wouldn’t listen to you immediately. But from how inebriated he was, you were sure he was going to crash soon.
Just as expected, he shook his head immediately, “I’m not tired.” You scoffed at his slurred words. He had been doing MV shoots for the last 3 days and was out shopping all day in Jeju. He texted you how exhausted he was hours ago. Anyone would be able to see the blatant lie.
Chanhee really did need sleep, even if he said he didn’t. If he was going to ignore your first suggestion, you would have to switch to other means. Bribery usually worked with him, drunk or sober.
“If I give you a kiss will you go to sleep?” You asked, smiling when his eyebrows furrowed at your question. He lifted his head from your lap, glancing up at you to make sure you were serious about your suggestion before sitting up fully.
“A real kiss? You won’t trick me with just a peck, right?” He pouted, and you laughed. How could he look so cute? Face all flushed, a sulky expression adorning it, and messy hair completing the look.
“I won’t.”
“Promise? Pinky promise?!” He was trying to sound as serious as possible, but given the way his words slurred together, he just sounded like he was running on 1 working brain cell. Which was probably the case.
“Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky to him, letting him link it with his and stamp your thumbs.
“If you break your promise, I’m getting a divorce.” He warned you, “Cheating your husband out of kisses is the worst offence.” He whispered the last part as he neared your lips.
You wanted to remind him that you weren’t actually married yet, and so it was impossible for him to divorce you if you broke the promise, but his lips stopped you from getting any other words out. The taste of soju lingered on his lips, but you were going to keep your word. You let him kiss you as long as he wanted to, soon getting used to the scent and taste of alcohol that was left from his lips. When he finally broke off the kiss, he seemed extremely satisfied that you had kept your promise.
“I knew my wife wouldn’t be cheap. Now we can stay married forever!” He said excitedly. You nodded along to his words with an endeared smile on your face. It warmed your heart to hear him address you as his wife, even if you hadn’t made it official quite yet.
“You’re gonna keep up your end of the deal too, right?” You reminded Chanhee, giggling when his smile slowly turned into a pout again.
“Fine, only because I love you.” He settled down without any further protest, though he did insist that it was his turn to be the little spoon. You expected he would fall asleep quickly, but you underestimated just how quickly. He was out almost as soon as he closed his eyes.
You hugged him tightly and listened to his steady breathing. It relaxed you to a state of drowsiness as well. You were left to think about his drunken words again in your head, butterflies tingling in your stomach when you remembered how the word “wife” sounded from his mouth.
↳ the boyz taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @blossominghunnie,, @cosmicwintr,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien,,
nc-17, Choi Chanhee/Reader, drunk sex, sexual exploration, fingering
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Your best friend wants some education.
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“Can you please get a move on finally? I’m gonna pee myself,” whines Chanhee, leaning on the wall outside of your apartment, while you’re bent over in front of the door. You’re squeezing the key between your fingers, if only the keyhole stopped dodging. Chanhee is being of no help, well, except the fact that he’s holding your bag and heels in one hand, his bedazzled Hello Kitty vape in the other and has a dumb remark on everything.
You’re both drunk, coming home from your monthly besties night out. It is a years long tradition for you and your best friend - on the first Friday of every month, you both doll up at your place, while sharing a bottle of wine, trying out outfits and putting on makeup. Then you hit up a club, both with no money on you - the objective is to just dance, have fun and let men pay for your drinks. But neither one of you intends to pick up a man to go home with - you can do that any other time, but this is an evening just for the two of you. So you stick together and leave the club together when you’re tired, crashing at either of your places for a sleepover.
Today, you picked a club that’s closer to your place, that’s why you’re currently fighting with the lock on your apartment door. You had a really good night, you danced your shoes off, both with Chanhee and various hot men that caught your attention. Chanhee did the same, and judging by how drunk you both are, you both got plenty of attention (and free drinks) tonight. Maybe even a bit too much - at some point, Chanhee suddenly stopped dancing and dragged you off the dance floor to one of the sofas scattered around it and pulled you to chill down on it. As you were catching your breath from the dancing, you looked up at Chanhee with a question in your eyes.
“There was a guy, I didn’t like how he was looking at you,” he explained. Ohhh. Makes sense. You haven’t noticed anyone, so you were glad Chanhee was looking out for you.
“Wanna make out to make him jealous?” asked Chanhee and you nodded, giggling, since you are always up for mischief like that. Chanhee smiled at you, you closed your eyes and seconds later you were tasting sweet cocktails on his tongue. You spent a lot of time just making out, enjoying the alcohol buzz, loud music and the warmth of another body.
Now you’ve finally managed to open the door to your apartment, almost falling over when the lock unexpectedly clicked. You throw your jacket on the hanger, while Chanhee yells “Dibs on the bathroom!” and immediately runs there. You snort and go to the kitchen to make both of you a cup of tea to sober up a bit.
You bring the cups to your room, while you hear the shower running. Chanhee has been to your place a million times, so he’s here like at home and doesnt need to be treated as a guest. You start taking off your clothes, preparing for your own shower, while sipping on the tea. You take off your makeup and just at the time you hear the shower being turned off.
“I left you some hot water, because I’m that nice,” Chanhee walks out of your bathroom in your fluffiest bathrobe (that’s actually yours, not for guests), drying his hair with a towel. “Also I used your shampoo and it’s really good, so if you are missing the bottle tomorrow, don’t ask me about it.”
He looks up at you and stops in his tracks. “Oh, you’re already undressed.” He looks you up and down. “Nice lingerie. Did you plan to pull? You should have told me,” he asks, but his tone is strange.
“No, I just felt like dressing up,” you reply and hand him his cup. “Here is your tea.”
“Thank you. Do you want to watch something or are we just going to sleep?” he asks.
You take a second to consider the options. You are ok with watching something, but you’re so tired from dancing and alcohol, you will probably drop 5 minutes into the movie. It’s been a long evening.
“Up to you. But I am probably falling asleep very soon,” you laugh.
You leave him in your room and go take a shower. The hot water falling over you is soothing and it makes you want to sleep even more. You quickly wash and dry yourself so you can run to bed.
When you enter your room, Chanhee is already laying in your bed under the covers, scrolling on his phone. You drop your towel, looking for some panties and pyjamas. You’re never shy around your best friend and it’s not the first time you’re naked around him, so you don’t pay it any attention. He’s focused on his phone anyways.
Finally, you find some clothes and get into the bed, poking Chanhee to budge so you can fit next to him, warm and cozy under the covers. You lie down and you feel so comfortable - alcohol buzz pleasantly ebbing off, you’re freshly showered and finally in your bed, even next to another warm body, which always makes you sleep better.
Chanhee puts down his phone on the nightstand, turns to your side, huddles close and hugs you from behind. A bit unusual since he’s not big on cuddling, but you’re not complaining - you would not refuse any additional comfort now.
“Hmmm..you still drunk?” you mumble into his arm.
“Not as much..you?” he asks.
“Less, too… But I’m really sleepy,” you reply, accompanied by a yawn. You fidget a bit to burrow deeper into his arms.
“We had a nice evening, didn’t we?” Chanhee asks, silently. His free hand, the one you’re not lying on with your head, is laid on your waist, petting you gently. He moves it to lightly rub over your belly.
“Hmm..yeah,” you’re not even thinking much over the reply. You really did, as always. It’s not even a question.
“You looked really pretty today,” he continues. “Actually, you always look really pretty. It made me realize a lot of things, lately..”
“Like what?” you mumble, already half-asleep.
Chanhee hesitates. He slowly moves his hand up under your pyjamas, over your naked breasts.
That wakes you up.
“Chanhee?” you ask, confused. You can feel his quickening breath.
“Can I?” he asks, without any explanation. And maybe that’s okay - maybe you don’t need one. Maybe the explanation would not change your answer anyways.
“Yeah,” you breathe out, almost shivering in anticipation. You’re not quite sure what you’re agreeing to, but it’s your best friend and you know you can trust him with anything. If he wants to explore your body, he’s welcome to do so.
Chanhee slowly rubs his hand over your tits, feeling up your hardening nipples with his fingers. He squeezes one of your breasts, then the other and goes back to playing with your nipples, until they are fully hard. He pinches one and it makes you wiggle, since you’re too sensitive, and you put a hand over his to let him know. He understands immediately and lets it go, circling his finger around it in apology.
Letting your breasts go, Chanhee moves his hand higher, running the tips of his fingers along your collarbones. He leans his head a bit forwards and kisses your neck. You sigh in content.
You’re starting to get aroused from the touching, feelings emphasized by the alcohol. Everything feels hot, Chanhee’s body behind you, his hand on your body, even his breath on your neck and you don’t have enough self-control to fight it.
And it seems you’re not alone in this. You shift a little and that makes you bump into his hard cock with your ass so you push against it a bit and he gets the hint and moves closer. He’s not humping you, but you still like feeling his hard cock press against you insistently.
And you also really like to know that he likes it, that just touching your body makes him this hard.
Chanhee, however, ignores his erection and focuses on kissing and sucking hickeys onto your neck, while moving his hand under your pyjamas, touching, groping where he can reach and you’re getting so wet from it, you’re slowly losing your mind. You’re breathing heavily and you’re holding onto his other hand that’s embracing you.
It’s almost torture, but you’re not going to ask him for anything. You want him to go at his own pace and if that means he might not want to do more than what he is doing right now, then you’re okay with that. Even though your panties are completely soaked.
Thankfully, you’re in luck tonight. Chanhee’s hand moves downwards, brushing past your belly. His fingers stop at the waistband of your pyjama pants.
“Can I?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you breathe out impatiently. “Please, touch me..”
“But,” he hesitates. “Y/N… I-I’ve never… I don’t know if it will be any good...”
“It doesn’t matter,” you put your hand over his and push it under your pants and panties. “I’ll help you, if you need it.” you reassure him.
Just the warmth and touch of his hand over your pussy is heavenly. He slowly feels around, pushing two fingers between the lips and finding out how wet you are. Maybe you are imagining it, but you would swear his breath hitches.
He slowly rubs up and down, spreading your slick all over your pussy, making his fingers glide over your skin easily. He quickly finds your clit and gently rubs it, and it feels so good you whine at him to not stop. You’re even moving your hips a little to make it easier for him.
He’s being gentle but firm, rubbing your clit in steady tempo, nothing quick and brutish like other men use to. Your orgasm is slowly building up and you know if he continues, you could come like this.
Inexperienced? Maybe, but definitely attentive.
But before you can actually get too close to coming, Chanhee has other plans. He shifts his hand further, touching around your hole, fingers right at the opening.
“Please,” he breathes out into your neck, where his face is still firmly put, no doubt all red and aroused himself.
You just hum in agreement, too out of it to speak, and he pushes two fingers in and whines. You realize that now his hips are really moving against yours, rubbing his cock on your ass as he’s trying to get at least some relief.
He pulls them out and pushes back in and repeats it few more times, trying to fuck you like that, but the angle is not great in this position and he seems to realize that too. He can’t go too deep nor too fast like that. He lets the idea go and pulls them out definitely to get back to rubbing your clit and you’re almost thanking him.
And now that he’s getting the hang of things, you can tell he’s not playing anymore. He’s rubbing your clit with perfect pressure and good tempo, clearly with the sole aim to get you off.
You’re moving with him, barely realizing it, just giving into the feeling. You’re starting to whimper and moan as you’re getting closer and he quickens the tempo, not wavering even though his hand must be starting to hurt at this point.
When you finally come it hits you like a truck, you’re almost spasming and he has to hold you firmly against himself as he keeps rubbing you. He slows down only when he sees your orgasm is finally ending, not wanting to overstimulate you.
You blink, suddenly getting hit by reality. You would have never expected tonight ending this way, getting fingered and gotten off by your best friend, you think while catching your breath.
But it’s not like you’re complaining, not in the least.
You put your hand behind yourself, on his hard cock leaking through the pyjamas, but he stops you.
“Not now,” he says.
“Tomorrow, if you still want to. When we’re sober.”
“Okay,” you nod and turn back so he can spoon you again. Now it’s a bit awkward, since neither knows what to say and you can feel his boner pressing against your ass. But at least, your tiredness is finally overcoming you, especially after having an orgasm. You yawn again.
“Let’s go to sleep?”
“Okay…Good night Y/N,” he burrows his nose into your hair and holds you tight.
₊⊹⁀➴ description: the popular kid meets his unconventional match in one of the school’s most hated emo’s. from lab partners to cleaning buddies: the events that caused social royalty to fall in love with someone from the very bottom of the high school food chain. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩
₊⊹⁀➴ genre: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers.
₊⊹⁀➴ word count: 4.1k+
₊⊹⁀➴ a/n: happy belated birthday @sanaxo-o , ily a lot, hope you enjoy this little piece i put together 4 u 🫶 it’s been in the works for a while but i really wanted to complete it for you. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩
₊⊹⁀➴ warnings: mentions of bullying, frequent arguing.
The sound of crashing drums and noisy guitar riffs leaked from your headphones, lazily dragging your shoes across the pavement as you were unwillingly met with the gates of the hell that was school. As usual, the halls were like the inside of a incredibly overpopulated zoo, with heads being met with the sides of lockers and the boisterous roars of students celebrating the beginning of the last semester of senior year.
You couldn’t be more excited to finish school, considering school simply wasn’t the safest place for anyone with alternative taste in anything. You clumsily made your way to your locker, abruptly pausing the music in your headphones before placing them on the shelf and shutting it with a slam.
“Someone’s not happy.” You sighed at the voice beside you, a familiar voice that has haunted your nightmares since you were at least 14 years old. “If you wear anymore eyeliner, you’re gonna start looking like your cosplaying a panda.”
“Good one.” One of other boys perked up, cheering on the other with a pitiful snicker sucking up to him like a little minion in goggles and dungarees ready to steal the moon.
Sunwoo definitely wasn’t the nicest guy to be around in high school, it certainly didn’t help that your locker was conveniently placed next to his so you got the divine pleasure of seeing him everyday. It also didn’t help that his group of minions congregated around that space 24/7 during every break like they had nowhere else to be.
However, he wasn’t the worst of the bunch. If anything it was a boy called Chanhee, he always had something to say, in fact too many things. “Your headphones are making my ears bleed.” , “Try not to wear black challenge!” , or just simple things sometimes like “I HATE your shoes.” You couldn’t deny you brought that upon yourself after one time you’d made fun of the fact he’d worn a beret to school, yeah the entire, “dAd yOu CaNt dO tHiS i WaNna gO tO fAsHioN sChoOl” comment you’d made didn’t sit well with him.
He stood towards the back of the small circle, him, Sunwoo and Changmin were the only ones that had arrived on time surprisingly, as some of that group seemed to only turn up half way through the day when they felt like it. The others weren’t as bad either, Hyunjae was a nice guy and so was Haknyeon, the rest you hadn’t had too much interaction with, thankfully.
Breezing past them with a sigh, you threw your bag over your shoulder and decided it’s best to ignore them rather than make any attempt to clap back. Besides how could you waste anytime when you had the extremely fun class that was chemistry to rush to?
“Okay class, welcome. Take your seats.” Your chemistry teacher welcomed you in with a jovial smile, his combover gelled so stiffly it would survive a hurricane intact. "We're jumping straight into some lab work today, I've assigned you partners based on ability."
The entire class let out a unanimous groan at the thought of set partners, the excited glances made by bestfriends across the room being replaced with long frowns. However, for you, this was simply the best case scenario since you didn’t have any friends in this class. At least that’s what you thought until the teacher spoke some unfathomable words that sent you spiralling as soon as they fell from his tongue.
“Y/n, you’re with Chanhee on this bay.” He called from the second row, you glanced over at Chanhee who rolled his eyes with a groan grabbing his bag and grumpily shoving it down next to his stool.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not happy either.” You laughed sarcastically, sitting beside him as he rested his head on the desk in frustration.
The teacher went on to explain the test you’d be carrying out, different chemicals reactivity in water, recording the results and comparing the differences. It was pretty simple, since it’s was just a warm up to ease the class into the semester. Hopefully the time would pass fairly quickly so you wouldn’t have to sit next to mr. miserable for much longer.
“Are you just going to sit there or help?” You sighed, watching the boy sit up with sleepy eyes peaking through the strands of his dyed blonde hair. You passed him a pair of protective goggles, dropping them in front of him as he jolted awake.
“Sorry, I fell asleep you’re that boring.” He replied satirically placing his glasses on. He sported a false smile gleaming off his white teeth, his eyes creasing and smile lines faintly showing at each peak of his lips.
“Charming.” You raised your eyebrows momentarily, filling the plastic basin with water and placing it on the table in front of you. You took turns dropping chemicals into the water watching the the chemicals fizz or even catch light at times. Recording the sound and visual on paper as well as the time taken for it to stop.
“So why do you hate me so much?” You asked the boy curiously, crossing your arms as you watched him scribble down some more notes in his workbook.
“I don’t?” He laughed slightly, shaking his head, his golden earrings dazzling under the light. “I’m more annoyed I have to work with you, because to him, hopefully I can get your grades up.”
“So you’re crying because you think you’re doing charity work? Get over yourself.” You snickered, not breaking eye contact as he stared you down with an intense glare, his pupils darkened in silent rage.
“Maybe you should get over yourself, huh? You ever thought about that, don’t talk to me on your high horse when you had no reason to make fun of me for what I wear in the first place.” Chanhee spat, thankfully the ringing of the school bell paused the argument, diffusing the tension in the air.
The class was dismissed, and in your next few classes you couldn’t stop thinking about what you would have said back to him in that conversation. Perhaps something along the lines of “Isn’t that what you and your group have done to me everyday for the past 5 years?” If the bell hadn’t rang there would have probably been some sort of cat fight break out.
Soon it was lunch, and as you were sitting with your friends on your own table you felt an intense stare across the room. You looked up inquisitively at the feeling of eyes on you, spotting the same group of boys Sunwoo, Chanhee and the others you like to call the minions ( come on they literally have one called Kevin ) staring at you like hawks. You rolled your eyes and continued talking with your friends, eyes occasionally wandering to the other side of the room. You needed another drink, squashing your empty carton of apple juice and throwing it into the trash can nearby —landing a pretty cool trick shot.
“He’s not very happy with you.” A polite voice chimed from in front of you in the line of the canteen, “Said you got in a bit of an argument.”
You turned to see Haknyeon, nibbling on cherry tomatoes from a plastic packet like a small mouse, whilst heartily filling up his lunch tray and sliding it across the surface.
“I can tell that, the minions seem to have a bit of a staring problem.” You chuckled looking over the group where they were trying to land food into each others mouths from large distances, yelling boyishly when Juyeon caught a grape from across the cafeteria.
“He’ll get over it.” Haknyeon shrugged, as he got to the front of the line ready to pay for his food. He held out the plastic packet of tomatoes he was snacking on and offered. “Tomato?”
“No thanks, I hate them.” You laughed slightly, listening to the beep as his card was accepted on the lunch reader.
“More for me then.” He shrugged, stuffing his face with another before flashing the brightest and cutest smile you’d ever seen. You paid for your drink, sitting back at the table with a sigh, glancing back over at Chanhee as he smiled and laughed along with the other boys in glee.
Next period after Lunch was English, the sound of the teacher reciting quotes from The Great Gatsby singing you to sleep like a lullaby. It also didn’t help in front of you, Chanhee and Hyunjae were sat working away taking notes. After the argument you’d had this morning with him, the presence of Chanhee couldn’t put you anymore on edge.
“Hey y/n… y/n? Wake up.” Hyunjae flung a pencil towards your head, abruptly causing you to sit up straight at your desk eyes sensitive to the bright lights around you.
“What?” You rubbed the top if your head where he’d hit and groaned in annoyance. “I was getting a good amount of sleep there.”
“I’m having a party on Friday, you wanna come?” He asked, with bright eyes and a grin of genuine interest spreading across his face.
“You know, I always say no.” You replied with a sarcastic jingle, situating your head back on your desk and yawning tiredly.
“That is not happening. Even if you say yes there is no way I’m letting you come.” Chanhee chimed in with a shocked gasp, laughing to shake off the thought of you being at one of Hyunjae’s events.
“Can’t you just be nice? Y/n’s my friend and actually is pretty damn cool if you get to know-” Hyunjae laughed, thinking the other boy couldn’t be serious but was sharply cut off before he could finish his sentence.
“Are you even my friend?” Chanhee scoffed, immediately going back to his work and not making eye contact with him. Hyunjae shrugged at you, offering a sympathetic smile and going back to his own work.
You didn’t pay anymore attention to the pair of them, your head reintroducing itself back to the table planning to nap the rest of the lesson away.
“Jesus wake up.” You felt a push at your arm, “You can’t interrupt my sleep and then start snoozing behind me.”
You looked up at Chanhee in annoyance, raising an eyebrow whilst observing the disgusted look on his face. You smiled, taking a breath, choosing your words carefully before speaking to the brown eyed boy.
“Will you do us both a favor? And stop speaking to me?” You spoke calmly with a false sweetness loading each word like a bitter bullet, watching as his eyes rolled to the top of their sockets and back.
“That’s enough! Y/n and Chanhee! Both of you out of the classroom.” The teacher demanded, fed up of the disruption from the corner of the classroom. You both got up, more than annoyed leaving the classroom door with a slam.
“You’re so dead for this.” Chanhee glared at you in annoyance his palm resting against his forehead as he tried to destress.
“Deserved. If you kept your mouth shut we wouldn’t be here, would we?” You smiled as he sighed, it was quite funny watching him being kicked out of class for the first time — a place you’d been so many times before, but for him it was more than ego crushing.
“What brings you both out in to the corridors?” The sound of heels clicking down the corridor, has both your heads turning towards the principal with a sigh. “Kicked out of class.”
“Not intentionally.” You groaned, hating having to encounter the woman considering she had her eyes on you 24/7 for sleeping through classes and not doing any homework contributing to your grade.
“Y/n, you can’t be pulling down the reputation of some of our best students like Mr. Choi here. Seeing as the both of you aren’t in lesson, the music store room actually needs cleaning and it would be amazing if you could help.” She smiled, passive aggressively clasping her hands together like a fly.
You’ve got to be kidding me, was the only coherent thought to pass your brain, it was only the first day back and you’d already gotten yourself into so much in just a few hours. She brought you to the storage room, where there was clutter everywhere, cardboard boxes, trash, old instruments just scattered over the unseeable floor.
“It might take a few days, so I’ll make sure you both commit to this for at least an hour each day until it’s clean. No free periods after lunch, got it?” She cocked an eyebrow at the two of you, pulling the dusty chain for the dim light bulb that barely lit the room.
“Yes Ms.” You both replied unenthusiastically, beginning to move boxes to make some walking room amongst all the chaos in the room.
“I could really use a coffee right now.” You groaned as the door slammed shut behind her with a deafening screech, the both of you covering your mouths with your forearms due to all the dust.
“You’ve just slept like a sloth for an hour and you need coffee? Pfft.” Chanhee scoffed, adding on a cough at the end blowing the dust out of his face with a look of disgust painted all over his face. “I can’t believe you got me into this.”
“You got yourself into this because you can’t keep yourself quiet, you’re just always dying to say something negative to me.” You put down the box you were carrying into a pile in the corner, the fragile cardboard wearing thin.
“Only because you for, some reason, think it’s okay to be mean to me too!” He snapped back once again referencing the time you’d made fun of his outfit one day, pulling his red sweater over his palms as he lifted another box.
“I was actually gonna say earlier, don’t you think I hear the same thing everyday from your gang of guys? Do you think that one time I made fun of you outweighs the last 5 years of you making them at me?” You turned around, tears welling in your eyes as you spat your words of frustration out in to the air. A moment of silence lingering, the tension in the air so cuttable and cold it felt like shards of ice hitting your skin, the nerves and adrenaline painting a pink color your in your cheeks.
“Just because they made fun of you, or even just Sunwoo, does not mean for even one minute I thought that about you too.” He softened his voice having seen you get so vulnerable on the topic. “Plus you give Hyunjae a pass, why did you go for me? Why did you make fun of me? I still get slander for the way I dress and act to from them-”
“I could ask you why they get a pass? If they’re so mean to you and you don’t think they should be mean to me, then why are you even friends with them?” You laughed in frustration at the boy justifying years of torment to not only you but himself, it simply made no sense.
“Because I don’t know anything else? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He threw up his arms in frustration watching as your lips sealed in silence. “Or the real answer, because I’m too scared to say I got hurt by it? I don’t want to seem fragile or like I can’t take a joke. I’ve known them since when we were kids, they’re still my friends, my day 1’s. That’s the truth.”
Seemingly emotional, he turned around to the wall slightly frustrated he’d let his guard down, however also perhaps in a state of processing the reality of his own actions and feelings. As if he’d had some sort of emotional awakening, as if the cogs finally started turning on why he was so hurt by what you’d said to him. He was hurt by you, because he’d already had his confidence worn down by the same people affecting you.
The both of you began unboxing the items in the storage room in complete silence, not uttering a single word other than a few coughs or mumbles about how much dust was in the room. You began opening a rather dusty box, a large rectangular one attached to a smaller chunkier box. You opened it and let out a quiet “cool” as you found a brand new electric guitar attached to an unopened amp.
“Do we have a power outlet in here?” You turned to Chanhee with an excited smile, he didn’t look up at you but just pointed to a old looking socket on the wall. You plugged in the amp, attaching the connecting wire to the guitar and played a slightly off key chord due to the guitar being untuned.
“Oh my goodness, that’s so loud stop.” Chanhee laughed slightly, a giggle from pure joy, not a sarcastic or mean one, a genuine chuckle. “We don’t have time for this.”
All of a sudden he returned to seriousness, the laughter pausing as quietly you put down the guitar neatly in the corner of the room and unplugged the amp. Clearly it was impossible to clear the air or bitterness with this guy, you may as well give up trying to reconcile at this point.
“I see how it is.” You sighed, lazily continuing the move the plethora of boxes around the room to try at least uncover the floor of the storage room by the end of hour.
Around 10 or so minutes later the bell rang, signalling the end of the day and soon the hallway outside was filled with muffled laughter trapping you both in the musty room until the storm passed. He didn’t say anything to you, asides from slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving, it felt as if the conversation earlier seemingly had no effect on his feelings of hatred towards you.
Since it was the end of the day, you went to retrieve your headphones from your locker opening it up to a note that read:
“Ur Such An Emo!”
“Real original, ur so funny!” You uttered, crumpling the paper in your fist and letting out a deep sigh before putting your headphones around your neck.
“Didn’t like my note?” Sunwoo asked leaning against his locker with a cocked brow and his arms folded across his black wash denim jacket.
“Not really. I almost forgot how unfunny you were for a second though.” You sighed closing your locker door, only to have your arm gently grabbed back.
“I’m only joking, you do know that, don’t you?” He asked, his condescending smirk saying much otherwise. Despite it being ‘not that deep’ to him of course it was frustrating being the butt of the joke everyday for you.
“Sunwoo shutup for one minute, will you?” Chanhee approached him, pulling his gentle hand from your arm and turning back away from you coldly.
Almost shocked for words, you stood there for a moment before quickly rushing away from the scene down the hallway. Chanhee? Chanhee Choi? Defending you? Perhaps the conversation did have some impact on the way he thought of Sunwoo and his minion clan.
“So about that party, Friday night.” The cheery voice of Hyunjae beside you forced you to take off your headphones on your way out of the gates. “Are you coming?”
“Maybe.” You sighed, clutching your bag on your shoulder with a delayed and airy chuckle.
“That always means no, doesn’t it?” He laughed in response, trying to make eye contact as you only kept your eyes on the pavement ahead.
“Pretty much.” You shrugged, briefly nodding a goodbye to the boy before parting your ways to walk home. The trees hung over the sunny sky in September, leaves drooping, getting ready to decay orange and make the departure from their branches. Birds flying over the neighborhood in crowds, humming the scene a soundtrack as you stepped through your front door home. Crashing into your bed, you huffed wondering why Chanhee had defended you yet still acted as if he hated your guts.
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Friday soon stumbled upon you, the rest of the week hadn’t been particularly interesting, however Chanhee hadn’t spoken to you since Monday. Everyday the hour at the end of the day that you’d both designated to cleaning the music store room, he remained silent not speaking a word to you everyday, ignoring your questions, jokes and thoughts - only speaking when necessary with the odd “excuse me.” or sometimes even a brief “pass that over.”
Today wasn’t any exception, he strolled in on the last hour without any polite “hello”s or quite frankly any acknowledgment of your presence in the room at all. You’d had enough of trying to entertain yourself with your own thoughts and turned around to the boy with a quick snap. He’d chosen to wear a more toned down outfit than usual that day, straight fitted black jeans with a loose tucked in black t-shirt. In his ears he’d opted for small silver hoops which complimented the thin silver chain around his neck.
“I can’t take it anymore, why’ve you been ignoring me all week?” You huffed out, watching as the boy did nothing but shrug in the most annoying and frustrating fashion. “You don’t know, really? It’s killing me, did I do something to upset you? It can’t be nothing.”
“I’m not sure why I’m ignoring you, I’m actually not.” He sighed, carrying himself within a register that translated words of genuine truth. He finished packing one of the last boxes, placing his palms on the top and beginning to stare into nothing but space.
“Then can you stop?” You laughed walking through to the thin aisle of shelves where you’d been placing organised boxes for the past week. You gently put your last box down, turning and accidentally bumping into Chanhee as you hadn’t noticed he’d moved from his original spot to move his own box.
You caught eye contact with him, forgetting to apologise for bumping into him instead you were lost for words. As you looked into his hazel brown eyes, you couldn’t seem to catch a single coherent thought other than how unreal he looked in the warm lighting above him.
“Can you not? I just nearly dropped my shit.” He rolled his eyes and huffed a huge sigh of frustration forcefully breaking his eye contact with you.
“Jeez I’m sorry, didn’t see you there.” You groaned, returning the eye roll, annoyed he’d began picking arguments with his unpredictable attitude once again.
“If you’re going to apologise try not being rude about it.” He clapped back, you immediately whipped your head back around, slowly walking back up to him and shaking your head in disbelief.
“Shouldn’t you be the one apologising? Didn’t you start the argume-” You began, before you were unexpectedly cut off by him passionately smashing his lips against yours, his hands cupping either side of your face. You couldn’t help but immediately reciprocate the kiss, the shock fading away almost instantly. You pulled away looking at him with a bewildered expression painted across your face, not expecting him to even have that kind of action programmed into his perfect little system.
“Uh, Why? I thought I was ‘such an emo’.” You asked, not being able to contain your laughter as he mirrored your chuckles, a smile plastered on his face as he locked eyes with the ground.
“Well first of all, never tell anyone what I’m about to say or you’re actually dead.” He looked up at you with a pair of sparkly eyes, “I like you? Even though you’re such an emo. I guess.. I have for a while, I always thought your style was really cool and I’m sorry I made fun of you.. I don’t really know why I did it.”
“You’re so awkward quit being so nervous about it.” You laughed as he chewed on his lip trying to hide the nervous grin creeping up. “I guess there’s always second chances, apology accepted.” You teased him, placing a boop on his nose with your finger.
“Thanks.” He spoke softly, his cheeks turning bright pink as you placed a kiss on one side of his face to reassure him. “Uhm, So you coming to that party tonight?”
“Sure I will.” You smiled, grabbing your bag as the last bell of the day sounded. “I guess I like you too, by the way.” You added before quickly escaping through the music storage door, leaving him behind alone, his brain running marathons and his heart beating out of his chest. His phone screen lit up and sending an aggressive bell sound to be muffled thorough the denim of his jean pocket:
y/n: oh and u looked like such an emo today xo
Chanhee laughed, his fingers shaking nervously over his cracked phone screen as he thought of a reply. When he got home he’d continue to text you until the very sunset, when his eyes simply couldn’t stay open any longer. For him, he finally felt accepted for who he was and what he liked — similarly so did you.
OMG NO BC THIS LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE. MASC CHANHEE DRIVES ME CRAZY 😵😵😵
CHOI CHANHEE WITH A GIRLY GIRLFRIEND
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First time he met you, the only thing he could think about was how pretty and cute you are. You were both in a cafe, and he was inevitably drawn to you. Was it because of the bows in your hair, the dainty pearls on your neck, or the light and elegant dress you have on? Chanhee has no idea, but oh, how he knows that he’s enticed by your aura.
( He asked for your number then, and you accepted, luckily! ) Weeks come to months and you guys are officially dating! (hurrah!)
Chanhee definitely takes the lead in this relationship! From planning dates, to picking you up, pulling your chair for you, and paying ( you tried to pay a few times, but the man just won’t let you! 😓 it’s okay though, you do your end by batting your eyelashes lovingly at him and holding his arm affectionately after he paid for your things hehe~ 😆 ) your dates’ bills. He even confessed first to you! ( as a man SHOULD. It is their job your honor, I am a firm believer! ) The confession was PERFECT too, by the way. Pink roses, chocolates, and a miffy plush!
Oh, how perfect this man is! He might not look it, but he’s sure as hell strong! ( did you guys see when chanhee carried his members AND his chanel bag at the same time?!?! My nose bled omg ) He carries all your bags for you and even helped you carry your new table in the living space and set it up for you! You fear that you now have a bad habit of not tying your own shoes anymore because the! Man! Does! It! For! You!
Also??? CAN I JUST ADD A SCENARIO?! CHANHEE’S HANDS. They’re so attractive and for what. The way he KNOWS you love it too and always teases you for it! The way he also loves teasing you because you get flustered way too easily for your own good. Just the other weekend, you were unable to reach the menstruation pads because it was placed too high for you and you called him to help you! He asked what it is you need, and you pointed at the pads because it was too embarrassing to say out loud. What happened next was so EVIL of Chanhee to do to you!
“Hm?” What is it you need?” Teased Chanhee, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears. His index finger lingering in the back of your ear while his thumb grazes your jawline softly. You’re way too flustered to say anything, especially with the way he looks at you—or should I say; the way he looks at your lips.
You look away, muttering “Stop it”, way too embarrassed for your own good. His slender fingers move to each side of your face and your chin, bringing you to look back again him against your will.
“But you have to say it for me to understand, baby…In words.” (HE’S A MENACE AHHHHHHHHHH)
“C-Can you please take the menstrual pads down for me..” you barely got it out. But, Chanhee’s satisfied enough with that reply. “See? Isn’t that easy to ask?” He then follows the sentence by giving you a soft peck on your lips before taking it for you, only to leave nonchalantly. (LIKE? HOW DARE HE???)
Anyways ! 😭 back to the main topic… (sorry i get sidetracked a lot) He also lets you play with his hair and makeup because girly activities are SUPERIOR!! I stand by what I say. Monthly fashion shows featuring your and his closet is a must! You know what else is a must? Him giving you his sweaters of course! They’re big on you and warm, so you often use them to sleep ( sorry chanhee, but they aren’t yours anymore! )
Your honor, he knows the sidewalk rule! He also loves holding your waist when walking, that way he wouldn’t lose you! You love the way you don’t need to use your brain when walking with him cause he’s always guiding you. He’s the big spoon in cuddles for sure (you don’t mind, you love being the little spoon and nuzzling your face on his neck) Loves dressing you up too for the day by the way, it’s his favorite morning activity atp.
You know the okokok lalala trend?? He’s totally the okokok to your lalala. He’s attentive and listens well while you babble about your day. He thinks you’re so cute when you do so! You often speak quietly, so he has a habit of putting his head nearer to you when you speak!
BONUS: MEMBERS’ REACTION
Look. Out of everyone in tbz, this boy literally has the most bbg energy out there, so all his members would definitely have expected that his future girlfriend would have been the pants of the relationship! But then,, you come and visit their dorm for the first time, and? Let’s just say they were shocked!
You walk in: pink silk ribbons in your hair, face dolled up, and your cute long dress swaying as you closed the door with a gift basket FOR them.
You know what shocks them even more? How affectionate Chanhee was with you, and how soft he was around you. Like um??? Gf privileges much!!! 😠 They can’t even get him to accept their aegyo and here he is; untying your shoes, carrying your bag, and smiling with eyes that look at you like you carry the stars??
Out of all the members, Eric would be the first to speak up to you, sending you a big wave. You replied with a small wave and a shy “hello.!” Soon enough, all the members surround you and you get slightly overwhelmed. Chanhee notices this and tells them to go away, pulling you into his bedroom.
“See,” he’d say, “you have nothing to worry about. They love you!” You could only smile, flustered. Chanhee thinks you’re adorable, and gives you the sweetest kiss on your cheek.
Sure enough, they did love you. In fact! They kept pestering Chanhee to bring you over nonstop! He says no to them like 😠🤨😒, though….😓😓 pookie’s a very jealous man…
Warnings: Blindfold, hair pulling, oral (female receiving), use of restraints, breast play, nipple play, unprotected sex
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As your car pulls up to the hotel, you feel your whole body buzzing with anticipation. It’s been a few days since you’ve been able to see Chanhee, and you’re definitely craving him. His soft lips, his gentle hands, his sturdy thighs. You can’t wait to see and touch all of him again.
Retrieving the room key is easy enough; you’re a regular here, so the staff knows your face. You thank the desk clerk and quickly make your way over to the elevators, knowing you only have a small amount of time between your work meetings today. You don’t want to waste any more time than you have to.
The elevator doors open and you step inside, your mind turning to what’s about to happen upstairs. Not that you had anything to complain about regarding your previous partners, but Chanhee is different from the type you usually go for. You tend to go for larger, boisterous men than can manhandle you in bed, but Chanhee is smaller, softer, a bit more passive. When you first met him after his transfer to the main branch of your company, he hadn’t known how to take your aggressive pursuit.
Fortunately for you, he eventually came around. It took a bit of convincing regarding your status as colleagues, but you were relentless and Chanhee thought you were just too pretty to pass up the opportunity. You’d been with him almost every free moment of your time since, not caring who saw the two of you disappearing at the office. Your HR department already knew what you two were up to, and that was all that mattered as far as you were concerned.
You reach the end of the hall, taking a deep breath and swiping the key card over the reader. “Hello darling,” you greet playfully as you push the door open, gliding inside. You don’t see Chanhee on the bed, so you guess that he might be in the bathroom. However, a black strip of fabric suddenly covers your eyes, making you gasp.
“Hello to you too, gorgeous,” his soft voice whispers into your ear. His fingers delicately tie the blindfold over your eyes, your breath catching in your throat at the loss of one of your senses. “I wanted to try something different today.”
You can’t tell where he is, at least not until you feel his hands pushing apart your knees. A thrill runs through your body as you lean back against the closed door. You find his hair and slip your fingers into it, pulling gently.
“We haven’t got a lot of time,” you pant, your legs shaking as he carefully rolls down your stockings. He places a light kiss over the wet spot of your panties, teasing you. Chanhee loved to make you fall apart like this, drawing things out until you had to beg him for your release. But you don’t want to leave this room unsatisfied; then you’d be cranky and spiteful all through your afternoon meetings, which isn’t good for business.
“I don’t think we’ll need that much,” he replied. You can hear the smirk in his tone, making your mouth go dry with want. When his lips meet your inner thigh, your knees buckle slightly and your head falls back against the door.
Chanhee hooks his fingers in your panties and pulls them down your legs, letting them pool around your ankles. You can only figure out where he is because of his hot breath hitting your exposed pussy, then his hands sliding up to squeeze your ass. His tongue lays flat against your folds suddenly, leaving you gasping as your hips jerk forward against his face.
“Baby, you have to stop squirming so much,” he scolds, pinching your ass roughly. You yelp, feeling wetness drip down your thighs. Before you can catch your breath, he’s slipping two fingers into your entrance, his tongue lapping gently at your clit.
“Chanhee,” you breathe, wishing you could see him go down on you. It’s always so hot to see him staring up at you from between your legs, though you suppose the heightened sensations of the blindfold are making it worth your while. You tug on his hair again while he fingers you, moans falling freely from your lips.
Chanhee pulls back suddenly, leaving you feeling empty as your orgasm retreats. “So sweet,” he mutters, rubbing the back of your knee gently. “But let’s go to the bed.”
He scoops you up in his arms, your panties falling from your ankles to the floor. It’s not like you’ll be needing them anyway. He places you on the bed carefully, and then you feel him untying the blindfold from around your eyes.
“Hey there,” he teases, leaning forward to kiss you. It’s soft and slow, his tongue curling around yours like you two have all the time in the world. But today you really, really don’t, so you whine until he pulls away.
“Please hurry,” you beg, but Chanhee only shakes his head.
“You really need to be more patient sometimes, dear. Now would you lift your hands up for me?”
You blink in confusion, not sure what he’s trying to do. But then you look up at the headboard, and it all clicks. You hold your hands up together near one of the bars, your lover looping the fabric around your wrists and through the bars.
“How’s that feel?” he asks you, sitting back so you can test the give. It’s secure enough when you tug on it, the fabric so soft that it won’t chafe your skin either. Chanhee smiles as you give him a thumbs up, leaning down to give you another kiss. He moves down along your throat, unbuttoning your blouse as he kisses lower and lower.
“Pretty,” he comments, eying your black lace lingerie. “But it still needs to come off.” He unhooks your bra and slides the straps off your shoulders, your blouse going along with it. Finally, you’re totally bare before him and at his mercy. His hands squeeze and massages your breasts, drawing out lewd moans as you try to arch up into his touch. He withdraws his hands almost immediately, sitting back and watching you with a satisfied smirk.
“Chanhee,” you whine, wiggling your hips. The fact that he’s no longer touching any part of you is driving you crazy, your folds dripping wetness onto the bed. “Please just touch me, let me come.”
Your lover seems to finally take pity on you, sliding two fingers into his mouth so that he can wet them with spit. There’s really no need considering how wet you already were, but you still moan loudly when he inserts them into your pussy. He pinches your nipple with his other hand as he settles between your legs, his tongue darting out to lick your clit while he works you over.
“Does it feel good?” he asks, lips brushing against your folds as his fingers curl and press inside you. You squeeze your legs around his head instead of answering, arms pulling tight on the fabric as you thrash around. Between his fingers and tongue in your pussy and his other hand on your breast, it’s all getting to be too much. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly, and you hope he won't deny you this time.
“Fuck, I love your tongue,” you cry, wishing you could pull on his hair. But your hands are still tied up, so all you can do is shake and whimper as he licks your slit. “Chanhee, please, wanna come so bad.”
He grins, his nose bumping against your clit as he twists his fingers against your spot. “Sure dear, go right ahead.” Your vision goes white as you spill your juices all over his hand, your hips twitching. He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you lazily, waiting for you to come down from your high.
“Untie me please,” you say once you catch your breath. Chanhee reaches up and undoes the fabric, rubbing your wrists gently. He looks at you, leaning down to kiss you with a grin.
“You did amazing,” he tells you, brushing your hair out of your face. “How was it?”
You snuggle up under his chin with a sigh, his arms automatically wrapping around you. “Amazing. I wish you’d come to the main branch sooner,” you sigh. He laughs, kissing the top of your hair.
“Well, you better hurry up if you wanna make your afternoon meetings. Ours ended five minutes ago, Mrs. Y/L/N.” You look over at the alarm clock, gasping quietly as you sit up and start pulling your clothes back on.
Summary: Making his roommate a Christmas present good enough to apologize for all his shenanigans from the rest of the year turns out to be harder than Sunwoo thought.
Word Count: 2.4k
Tags: idiot best friend roommates, fluff, humor, college au
Author’s Note: this is a little late for the holidays but ! Happy late holidays!
This was the stupidest looking heap of tangled knots Kim Sunwoo had ever seen.
He tilted his handiwork side to side, nose wrinkling in disgust at himself. You can’t give this to someone. Not unless they’re your enemy.
Which, granted, people often wondered whether Chanhee was his enemy. Even Chanhee. Which wasn’t Sunwoo’s fault at all, not even a little bit. Sunwoo merely liked to prank Chanhee out of fun and friendly affection. Constantly. Nonstop, one might say. With no explanation at all.
Okay, maybe that could easily be construed as enemy behavior.
But it was December, and Sunwoo always started to feel bad about things like that around the holidays. He blamed it on the constant presence of the Hallmark Christmas movies Chanhee liked to watch (and insist he didn’t like watching whilst refusing to let Sunwoo change the channel, holding the remote away from him in a death grip). People were always insufferable and trying to do right by everyone in those movies, in “the spirit of Christmas”. Disgusting.
But Sunwoo was a sucker with a conscience, no matter what everyone else thought. And the disgusting goodwill in the Hallmark movies would be nice of him to try, especially since Chanhee put up with Sunwoo practically nonstop as a roommate.
The deal was sealed when a gift labeled “Sunwoo” appeared under the mini Christmas tree in their living room. After all of Sunwoo’s constant torture, Chanhee had still gotten him a gift. Thus began Sunwoo’s quest for a “sorry I’m an asshole friend” gift that might make up for at least some of his worse hijinks. Sunwoo’s one unnecessary stipulation for himself was it had to be made, not bought. That was the “spirit of Christmas” part. Simple, surely.
The first attempt was a painting. In retrospect, it had felt a little too easy to Sunwoo, since it was from a wine and painting night their friend Kevin had gotten him into for free. It had been fun, to his surprise, and had made him feel a bit guilty for all the times he’d made fun of Chanhee for enjoying them. And it must’ve been too much to ask to have fun while making the gift, because once Kevin got a look at Sunwoo’s painting he’d laughed so hard he’d fallen out of his seat. And if Kevin had laughed, then Chanhee most certainly would.
So the painting was out.
His second attempt was a batch of cookies Sunwoo knew Chanhee liked. In retrospect, the recipe was a little too ambitious for a baker like Sunwoo, the kind of person whose name didn’t belong in the same sentence as the word “baker”. But in his defense, there were instructions; it shouldn’t have been hard to follow step-by-step instructions and get results. Except when he’d been too proud to ask Chanhee the difference between the different measuring cups and spoons, or how cold “chilled” was, or why the self-cleaning option on the oven was on the same knob as the rest of the temperatures. Frankly, it’d been a miracle Sunwoo had convinced Chanhee not to call the fire department and to just let their apartment air out.
“What the hell were you trying to do?” Chanhee had asked through the haze of smoke in the kitchen.
“Annoy you,” Sunwoo had said in a panic to not ruin the surprise, and Chanhee had smacked him upside the head.
So the cookies were out, too.
By the third attempt, Sunwoo was rapidly running out of time. The holidays were only a handful of days away, and both he and Chanhee would be leaving the apartment to celebrate with their families. He had to have it done and ready before they left, or it wouldn’t count. Not according to Christmas spirit.
He’d wracked his brains trying to think of something whilst un-booby-trapping the apartment (a demand made by Chanhee after realizing Sunwoo had managed to reverse the shower knobs as a joke). He couldn’t make him a song, since they liked completely different types of music; how many times had Sunwoo been working on a rap verse only for Chanhee to bang on his bedroom wall and shout at him to keep it down?
This is all his fault, Sunwoo had griped to himself as he opened Chanhee’s closet and dug out the hidden fog machine he’d planted. If he wasn’t so nice all the time….if he wasn’t so thoughtful….if he wasn’t so easy to bother….
He’d found himself glaring at a crocheted dragon on Chanhee’s desk when it came to him. Hey. In a surprising twist, Sunwoo knew how to crochet. He’d learned in an arts and crafts course Chanhee had dragged him along to last semester. It was surprisingly easy and relaxing to do.
He probably couldn’t do an animal like the dragon; that was probably too out of his league. But on god, Sunwoo could make a scarf. Chanhee had been complaining about the cold lately…
Maybe I have some yarn left over from the class. Sunwoo had lugged the fog machine back to his room and done some digging. He hadn’t found yarn, but he had found an old craft store gift card he’d been meaning to gift to his mother for her birthday last year. Sorry, Mom. Chanhee needs it more than you do.
By the next day, Sunwoo had procured several skeins of festive-colored yarn and had dug his old crochet hook out of a desk drawer, and had gotten to work. His friend, Hyunjae, had smirked at him when Sunwoo pulled it from his backpack during lectures, but Sunwoo had ignored this in dignified silence. This was gearing up to be one hell of a scarf; Sunwoo could do the stitches fast, and he even decided to get fancy and swap back and forth between colors.
He’d been so engrossed in his work for the past several days that he hadn’t stopped to check how the entire thing looked. By the time Sunwoo cast off the last stitch, most of the skeins he’d bought were gone. But that’s okay. Sometimes scarves just use a lot of yarn.
Well. Sunwoo realized his mistake that afternoon, when he came home early to wrap the gift and put it under the tree before Chanhee got home from classes. It could have been a bit out of a three stooges scene, Sunwoo pulling and pulling and pulling yard after yard of knobbly scarf out of his backpack. By the time the entire thing came free, the pile of scarf was large enough to completely obscure the toaster oven it sat in front of on the kitchen counter.
“What the hell,” Sunwoo muttered to himself, digging through it and trying to figure out what to do. How long were scarves normally? Maybe he could cut it at some point? No, he couldn’t cut it or the entire thing would unravel. It already looked a little tenuous as it was; Sunwoo had opted for speed over precision.
Sunwoo rubbed a hand over his eyes, hard. This was God punishing him for being a jerk all the time, surely. The moment he’d actually tried to do something nice…
Sunwoo jumped as the door to the apartment clattered open.
“I am cold and I am tired and I am starving!”
Sunwoo leapt in front of the pile of scarf as Chanhee trudged into view, haphazardly kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his coat.
“I need a bottle of wine and some takeout and maybe a Hallmark movie and I don’t want to hear a single complaint about it or I’ll kill you where you stand.”
“Mmm,” Sunwoo managed out as Chanhee opened the fridge door and slumped against it, scouring the contents within.
“I swear to god my professor is trying to kill me. She wants me to review three of the students’ final projects for that intro class I’m TA-ing. Three! The projects are supposed to be all her thing, I’m only supposed to be her homework lackey. What do I look like, someone with a form and analysis Ph.D?”
Sunwoo knew a loaded question when he heard one. “Long day?”
“You have no idea,” Chanhee mumbled. He pulled wine out of the fridge and promptly yelled, losing his grip on the bottle.
Sunwoo dived across the kitchen and caught the loose bottle. “Whoa.”
Chanhee smacked Sunwoo’s arm. “Yah! Didn’t I tell you to de-booby-trap the apartment?”
“I did, I did…” Sunwoo spluttered, trailing off as he caught sight of a few rubber snakes on a shelf in the fridge. “…oh, yeah. Forgot about those.”
Chanhee scoffed and took the bottle out of Sunwoo’s hands. “Idiot. Get rid of them, please. Nearly cost me a bottle of cab sauv.”
“Yeah, a whole seven bucks,” Sunwoo muttered, digging around on the shelf and grabbing all the snakes.
“What’s this, then?”
Sunwoo whirled around to see Chanhee standing next to the scarf pile, looking at it as he uncorked the wine.
“Nothing! It’s nothing!” Sunwoo scrambled to close the fridge, losing the handful of rubber snakes in the process. He huffed in frustration and crouched down to grab them again, tossing them in the trash bin.
“It’s certainly a whole lot of nothing.”
Sunwoo fought a wince as Chanhee picked up one end of the scarf between his thumb and forefinger, staring curiously. Oh, god. He was going to have to explain this mess. He was going to have to say with his mouth that he’d tried to make Chanhee a gift and failed, that this was the most recent in a long line of failures, and that it was all an attempt to apologize for being an ass all the time, and this was embarrassing, he didn’t know how to make things, he should have just bought some stupid thing instead, he should have just not been an asshole, why was he like this, why couldn’t he just be a normal, nice person, and Sunwoo hated this, actually, he couldn’t bear it. It was too much for one man, even a jerk like him.
Chanhee cleared his throat, and Sunwoo snapped back to attention.
Sunwoo cleared his throat. “Oh, um. Right. It’s….well, it’s a….”
Chanhee studied the scarf again as Sunwoo stammered, then hummed in recognition.
“Ooo. It’s perfect. Where did you find it?”
Sunwoo stopped scrambling, confused.
“I, uh….I made it. Wait, perfect for what?”
“You made this?” Chanhee raised his eyebrows, looking at the scarf with new eyes. “I didn’t know you knitted.”
“Crocheted, actually. Chanhee, I—”
“This is damn good for you making it. I’m actually impressed.”
Sunwoo snapped his mouth shut, blinking. This…was not right. Something about this wasn’t right.
Before he could take the scarf back and explain or apologize, Chanhee scooped the whole thing up and walked into the living room. “Help me with it?”
“I…uh.” Sunwoo stumbled after him, lost.
Chanhee sat on the floor by the hearth and handed Sunwoo one end. “Here.”
Sunwoo took it slowly, unsure what the hell needed to happen next. Was he supposed to…drape it over Chanhee’s shoulder…?
He blinked as Chanhee straightened out a considerable length of it and tucked it into the lower branches of their little Christmas tree.
“What are you, uhm…” Sunwoo trailed off as Chanhee scooted a couple feet to the right, picking up more of the scarf length and continuing to tuck it in.
Chanhee looked up at Sunwoo with a raised eyebrow. “What, are you going to tell me you’re the angel on top of the tree that holds the other end?”
“I…I’m…” Sunwoo blinked stupidly and looked from the tree, to Chanhee, back and forth.
Chanhee sighed, laughing in exasperation. “Hang up the garland, Sunwoo.”
Sunwoo raised his eyebrows. “The…the gar—” Oh. Oh. Well, that…made sense. That was a far more reasonable conclusion to draw about Sunwoo’s disaster knots than “scarf”.
…He should correct him. This was far kinder than Sunwoo’s sad, sorry, knobbly, thirty foot scarf deserved. Much kinder than what Sunwoo himself deserved.
Chanhee looked at Sunwoo curiously. “Why did you make a garland, anyway?”
Sunwoo opened his mouth, shut it, then repeated the process a few more times. “I, um….”
Chanhee cocked his head, and Sunwoo sighed.
“It….it was supposed to be a gift. For you.”
Chanhee blinked. “A…gift?”
Sunwoo couldn’t look at him anymore; he was too embarrassed. “Yeah. I hadn’t gotten to wrap it yet.”
There was a long silence, the rustling of the mini pine tree’s branches the only sound in the room as the two continued to put up the garland.
“You got me a gift? You made me something?”
“Well, yeah, it’s Christmas,” Sunwoo said, as though it was obvious. “And you’re my best friend. I can’t just not get you something.”
Sunwoo glanced at Chanhee and wished he hadn’t when he caught the touched look on his roommate’s face.
“That’s….so nice.”
Sunwoo groaned. “Come on, man, this isn’t a crying kinda thing.”
“Shut up,” Chanhee sniffled. “You’re just….you’re you, all the time, you know, the snakes in the fridge kind of guy, and then you do something like this—”
“It was supposed to be a scarf!” Sunwoo cried. “Okay? A scarf! Not a garland!”
“Don’t you dare badmouth my garland that you made for me!”
Sunwoo groaned. “You can do so much better. I can do so much better than that. This isn’t a bar you want to set.”
“I didn’t set it, you did,” Chanhee sniffed, wiping and eye and then staring in disgust at his hand. “Ew. The tree’s leaking sap, I think.”
“A lovely addition to your garland,” Sunwoo muttered as Chanhee stood up and moved to the kitchen.
“Shut up, you made it for me and it’s a perfect garland and I love it, wasn’t that the goal?”
Sunwoo pursed his lips. “…just feels like I’m getting off too easy.”
Chanhee looked like he was biting back a smile as he made his way to the sink. “Well….it’s Christmas. I can let you off easy, just the once.”
Sunwoo was reminded, for what must have been the millionth time, how astronomically lucky he was to have a friend like his roommate.
Chanhee turned on the sink and immediately yelped, water spraying him directly in the chest. Fumbling around frantically, water going everywhere, Chanhee reached for the faucet knob and shut it back off.
Sunwoo stood frozen, staring in surprise. Oh, shit. Right. “I, uh…I forgot about the rubber band on the sprayer head. Um, sorry…”
Chanhee stood there for a long moment, entire front soaked, before turning to Sunwoo.
“I change my mind. You’re buying our takeout tonight. And extra dumplings. I’m not sharing.”
“I….” Sunwoo rubbed the back of his neck. “….Yeah. Totally fair.”
