Summary: You're his manager, you handle yourself and keep your professionalism. That said 'professionalism' flies out the window when his lips touch yours.
(This is fictional and for fun, this is not real)
note: English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
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Chan helps everybody.
He takes care of everybody, his members, stylists, managers, make-up artists.
But there’s this one manager.
Specifically his manager.
You.
You’re calm even in the most hurried and frustrating situations.
Something goes wrong? You handle it.
Something needs fixing? You fix it.
Behind schedule? You rearrange everything without complaining.
Overall you have your shit together.
He admires that.
Not only do you handle his things, but if any of his boys need something, done.
the other staff needs something? done.
You have this authority on you, you’re older, your words matter.
Chan first met you in the survival show, you were in the management team.
He noticed how you always made sure everyone was okay.
You didn’t speak much, but there was kindness to you.
This warmth that made people comfortable around you.
When they debuted, and got their own managers, you became his.
Even after seven years, you are still here.
As his manager.
You’ve grown comfortable around each other. You kept it professional even when he showed interest in the early years before he gave up when he didn’t get an answer.
You’re the noona who handles herself, a person in the room keeping cool in tough situations.
He doesn’t get to make sure you’re okay, like he does for everybody else.
You’re always making sure he’s okay, everybody else is okay but for god sakes if he tries to make sure you’re okay the answer is always ‘I can handle myself’, ‘you shouldn’t worry for me’. So, he has made his life mission of trying to get through the wall you build and take care of you even when he shouldn’t. For example, standing between you and the fans at the airport, sure there’s bodyguards but he’s always making sure you’re not close to the fans.
One time he pulled you from the side too close to him so you wouldn’t get lost in the crowd, sure, you scolded him for it after but he took it with a grin.
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Chan groans, leaning his head back against a wall.
He’s in the studio with Han and Changbin, they’re preparing for a comeback, but he just seems to not get this track as he wants it to, He hasn’t slept well nor has he eaten lunch yet.
He’s been more stressed for this comeback than usual. He’s been snapping at his members a lot, getting annoyed for no reason. The other two were in the middle of discussing the title track when he decided to take a break, to get some fresh air.
He rose from his seat and made his way into the cafeteria, when he pumped into you.
“Oh great, I was just coming to find you”, you said, looking down into your phone where his schedule was. “Remember that you have-”
“I know my schedule, thanks”, he interrupted you.
Your eyes snapped up from your phone to him. Well somebody’s in bad mood today
“Okay, well just wanted to remind you”
“Don’t need it, but thanks”, he tried to walk past you but you got in his way before he could make his escape.
“Are you okay? Do you need me to cance-”
“No, I’m fine!”, he snapped.
“Alright, well…go on then..”, I step out of his way.
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Later that day
Chan has an interview in 20 minutes.
His hair is done, make up is done, outfit on.
Except the minimalist choker was too tight.
The stylers already left, in the room was only him and you anymore.
Not only was he already having a bad day, but the peace of accessory was for some reason irritating him. He tried to loosen it but it was closed tight and he let out an audible annoyed huff, causing you to turn your attention to him.
“You need help?”
“No”
You got up anyway and walked over to him.
“I said-”
“Let me help”
Chan sighed as you got closer, trying to loosen the choker for him.
As you worked on the choker, he stared at you, his face expressionless, except his eyes flickered to your lips and back to your eyes several times.
You succeeded in loosening the choker, and looked up just when he leaned his face closer.
“Don’t”, you sternly let out.
“Don’t what?”, he answered, he’s now straight up staring at your lips.
“Don’t do whatever you’re thinking right now..”
“You don’t know what I’m thinking”, Chan stated.
“So you’re not thinking about kissing me?”
A smirk grew on his face, “No, oh no, I’m thinking about doing much more than that..”
Much more than WHAT? You blinked fast a few times, before saying “you what now?”
He steps closer, and for some reason you don’t back up.
“I’m thinking about doing much more than kissing you…”, his hand is now on your hip, but it’s not rough, it’s like he’s holding you.
“Well you shouldn’t,..and you definitely shouldn’t be coming closer”
“You’re not stopping me,...go on, say ‘stop it’ and I step away..”
You know you should, You’re his manager, this shouldn’t be happening.
But no words leave your mouth.
No movement was made to stop him from bringing his lips to yours.
No resistance was made when his lips started moving against yours and you matched it.
It wasn’t sweet, it was burning, like something long ago burned out lighted inside you, And all the professionalism was out the window.
Your lips weren’t like puzzle pieces finally locking into place. They were like gasoline to fire, lighting up something dangerous.
“Chan…”, you breathed out, against his lips “the interview..”
“We have time…”, he led you to the couch in the corner, pushing you to lay down on it, getting on top of you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, tittling your head back letting him trail his lips down your neck.
His lips were close to your ear and he placed a kiss on your earlobe before whispering “if you let me ofc…”
You look at him for a moment, “...please”
You let out a shaky breath when he opened your jeans zipper, and his hand found its way to your cunt, only for you to realize how wet you were.
“Look at that,...dripping already?”, his middle finger circled the sensitive bud when you looked away from him causing you to gasp. “Keep your eyes on me..”
You bring your eyes back to him, breathing growing heavy.
“You always take care of everyone,..refusing someone to take care of you..”, he tsk’s and that somehow made you even wetter. “Now you let me take care of you, yeah?”, he continued to draw circles with his middle finger, making you moan as you nod.
“Good”
Chan slowly pushes his index finger in you, and starts thrusting it.
You slap your hand over your mouth to hide the whine that got out.
He chuckled a little before adding his middle finger and you moaned into your hand.
He continues to thrust those two fingers in you, while rubbing your clit with his thumb.
An orgasm was quickly approaching you, letting your eyes fall close as your head dipped back. Chan watching your reactions quickly picked up on that and added a third finger.
A whimper got through your hand, and your thighs tensed as you let out a high pitched moan, cumming on his fingers.
Chan let you ride out the orgasms before pulling his fingers out and shamelessly cleaning them with his tongue, groaning at the taste. You watch in disbelief as he lick his fingers up,...holy fuck. Your eyes dropped to his obvious bulge in his pants, but he got up.
“Wait,..but you..”, you try to get words out.
“It’s fine,..I’ll sort myself out after the interview”, He said, walking towards the door, already a few minutes late.
As the door closed after him, you leaned back against the couch.
That was probably the quickest you ever cummed. And it was only his fingers.
Not to mention an idol,...who’s manager you are.
fuck
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(I wrote this at night instead of sleeping, because why not, and because I have some kinda of thing for manager noonas)
