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Felix knew nothing better than to bring you with him when he went to work on learning his lines for the upcoming songs. He loved how you’d sit with him for hours to learn the lines, how you’d remind him to pronounce the words clearly and how you snap your fingers or tap them on the table to keep him on beat. It always amazed him how you gladly spend your days off and even sometimes your evenings with him to help him out. Never had you complained about his insane hours and weird work schedule, you never asked for anything in return - though he always made sure to pay for the meals, snacks and drinks you guys shared while working. To him it was the least he could do considering how much you helped him out on a nearly daily basis. It was always so refreshing to him how much you loved the music that you got to hear before the rest of STAY and for the most part you managed to stay cool about it when he showed you new lyrics, tracks or entire songs. Even though you stayed cool outwards, Lix damn well knew that you were screaming and fangirling on the inside when he allowed you to the upcoming stuff. He loved how your face betrayed your otherwise calm body language and how your eyes started to shine from sheer proudness and amazement as the songs progressed. He could watch you for hours if you allowed him the honour and pleasure.
Your love for music, that was the fourth reason Felix loved you.
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, chocking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)
SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"
"What?"
"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."
Drinking and dancing my ass off; I missed that. Waking up with a headache and the taste of vomit in my mouth; I haven't missed that shit at all. The morning sunlight that's coming from my window immediately burns my eyes when I try to open them. I groan and turn around to bury my face in the pillows, but instead, I come face to face with Hyunjin's sleeping figure. I close my eyes trying to remember what happened last night and how we ended up home like this, but it's useless and my head is killing me. Hyunjin is snoring lightly, his blonde hair all over the pillow and he's wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. I smile at how beautiful and peaceful he looks, his face is almost angelic. I slowly lift myself off the bed, trying my best not to wake him. Emma probably undressed me cause I'm currently wearing a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I open the door as quietly as possible and tip-top out of the room and into the living room and kitchen area. I spot Felix asleep on the couch, a blanket covering his body and a pillow between his hands, and Emma over the stove, cooking something that smells like eggs and bacon.
"Good morning." My voice comes out huskier than I expected causing Emma to spin around.
"Well well well, look who's up." She flips the bacon and passes me a glass of water and an aspirin. I smile at her thoughtfulness before taking the aspirin and drinking the whole glass of water.
"What the fuck happened last night?" I run my hands over my face, trying to rub the sleep off of my eyes. I take a seat on the counter stalls.
"From where do I begin," She says and prepares 4 plates with some bacon and 2 eggs and leaves 2 of them on the counter and one in front of me. My stomach growls at the sight but as always, I ignore it. Emma takes a seat across from me and dives into her plate.
"Well," She swallows her first bite. "You were dancing with and on everyone, taking shots like you were drinking water, lost at beer pong twice, disappeared at some point until Jeongin found you at the roof." That I remember. Images of Minho and bits of our conversation flash through my mind. "You spilled vodka on Hyunjin and you were laughing like a kid the whole time." She adds.
"Ugh" I rest my head on the counter. "I haven't drunk like that in a hot minute. My body wasn't ready."
"At least you didn't throw up there." She pats my head. "You waited until we were home this time. I'm proud."
Hyunjin enters the kitchen, rubbing his hands all over his face. "My head is killing me." He says in a raspy voice. He takes a seat beside me and Emma pushes a plate in front of him along with a glass of water and an aspirin as well.
"Oh my god, thanks Em, you're an angel" He groans.
"See," She turns to me. "There's always worst."
"Where's Felix?" He asks, his mouth full.
"Sleeping." Emma nods her head towards the couch.
Hyunjin turns to look at him. "Why is he sleeping on the couch?" He frowns.
"Cause he said that now that I have a boyfriend, it's not right to sleep with me." She rolls her eyes.
"Boyfriend?" I smirk.
A light color appears on her cheeks. "You know what I mean." She mutters.
"Are you guys like, together?" Hyunjin ask.
"I don't know," Emma shrugs. "Last night we went upstairs and we talked again, like a lot" She emphasizes by slightly widening her eyes. "He told me that he really likes me and that he hasn't felt this type of connection in a long time and stuff like that. And then we hooked up."
"Get it Em." Hyunjin grins.
"Wow, he must actually like you." I say.
"You think?" She drops her eyes to her plate.
"Yeah," Hyunjin swallows the last piece of bacon, clearing his plate. "If he wasn't interested he would just fuck you and leave it at that." He drops his plate to the sink and sits back down. "I saw how you guys were. He was all over you from the minute we walked in till the minute we left."
"You've got a point." She finally says.
"What time is it?" Felix's deep voice makes our heads snap to the couch. He's up and walking towards us. His voice is incredibly deep in general, but especially in the morning, he sounds like fucking Darth Vader.
"Morning sunshine." Hyunjin grins at him.
"It's 12.30. " Emma says placing a plate and a glass of water in front of him as well. Felix takes a seat.
"My back hurts" He whines.
"Well, I told you to sleep with me" Emma argues but Felix just shakes his head.
"You could've slept with me and Hyunjin with Em." I say
"Exactly." Hyunjin nods. "I don't care that Em has a boyfriend now." He speaks the last words of the sentence a little louder.
"Shut up." She pushes him but he just laughs.
Felix's eyes are still swollen from sleep, his lips double the size, and his hair going in every direction. "Yeah, I didn't think of that."
"We have class today right?" I question
"Shit"
"Fuck me"
Both Felix and Hyunjin groan. "You guys should get going, then. And take a shower." Emma says
They both look at her and begin to smell their clothes, and I laugh.
"Well, I'm going to take a shower as well. I'll see you in class." I get up.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Hyunjin looks up at me.
I ignore the knowing look he's giving me ."I'm not hungry" I mumble and disappear down the hall.
I let out an audible sigh when the hot water hits my skin. All of my muscles are so sore from last night that our 3-hour technique class sounds torturous. I don't regret it though, I had fun. Actual fun with people, in a place where I don't have to look over my shoulder in case Jackson or one of his friends, is there. It felt nice, to be with a different crowd. I've only seen Chan's friends a few times but I can feel that they're going to grow on me. Minho takes over my mind, despite the effort that I've been putting in since last night, not to think about him. I don't know if I'm more shocked by his story or by the fact that he spoke to me about it. His honesty caught me by surprise. I didn't think that he would open up to me in that way, considering the fact that he's been nothing but ironic and bluntly rude towards me. Chan did say that he's been through a lot but I didn't really expect anything like that. The more I think about it, the more curious I feel myself getting about him. He seems like the type of guy that has a lot of layers. The type of guy that makes you wanna get invested and try to understand everything that is hidden underneath all the pain and trauma that he silently carries. I shake the thoughts off my head. I'm not trying to get myself in a complicated situation once again. I've done this back-and-forth thing and it didn't end well. I force myself not to annalize everything that happened last night anymore and ignore all the questions and thoughts about him, cause curiosity leads to interest and interest isn't good.
I gave up on trying to look better than I felt and got ready in 10 minutes by just putting my hair in a low bun and throwing a black leotard and tights on. Somehow Felix and Hyunjin manage to look alive again and ready for class in only 1 hour. They were dressed in their dance clothes with fresh-looking faces and their hair perfectly brushed backward. They were great dancers, the best in our year to be honest. Two completely different dancers. Felix is sharp. His arms and legs are strong, completing every move perfectly, and hitting every beat. He's balanced and clean with powerful and fast movements. Felix is a technical dancer. Hyunjin is a performer. He takes every choreography and owns it. His style and his incredible facial expressions make him stand out. No matter the dance genre, every move is filled with emotion and passion. He somehow manages to look so smooth yet so powerful at the same time. It's like he's playing a character every time he dances. He's sassy and sexy to the point that it's hard not to look at him when he steps on stage. These two together; they're perfection. I, like everyone, started with ballet. I've danced in almost every style, but contemporary is my favorite. When I dance I feel free. All of my emotions come rushing out of me and I can feel them leave my body as I dance. I relax and I can breathe. Dance has always been a comfort of mine, but it doesn't feel the same anymore. I don't dance for myself. It's not a way for me to let loose anymore. I have to be better. I knew I had to turn quicker, land lighter and smile brighter. Since I got into college, I had to learn control in order to get better. My feet had to be more pointed. my legs straighter, my waist smaller. I know that now I'm a great dancer with great technique. What I'm missing is passion. Energy. Emotion. I'm missing all of the things I had before. I had to trade raw passion for technique. I was told that I had to calm down, and I did but now I feel like I've turned into a machine. Simply executing the moves, never performing.
"That's it for today, everyone. I'll see you all on Wednesday." Mrs. Miller claps her hands together and exits the class with a smile and a small nod. I let out a sigh and rest my hands on my knees to catch my breath. My body feels completely and utterly numb and I just wanna lay in my bed for the next 5 years. I walk to the side of the class to collect my bag and water bottle. Hyunjin catches up with me just as I'm about to exit the classroom.
"You look dead." He bluntly says, throwing his bag over his shoulder. I search over my shoulder for Felix, spotting him talking with a few of our classmates. He gives me a nod, meaning that we should leave without him, and I send a wave back before pulling Hyunjin by the elbow and walking out the door.
"You're so kind, thank you." I say with a straight face.
He grins and pulls me into a side hug. "You know what I mean. You look like you're going to pass out. What's going on?"
"We were out late last night, I didn't get enough sleep." I answer mechanically.
He sighs, almost like he's telling me that he knows better than to believe me. "It's not just sleep. It's drinking water and eating like a normal person. You're doing nothing out of the three." All the humor is now gone as his tone turns serious. "You're not going to make it to the end of the semester if you keep this up. You claim that you're not being the best you can be but how are expecting to do that if you don't take care of yourself?" He continues his lecture and even though I know he's right, hearing it for the 50th time won't change a thing. I'm trying. I really am. It's just harder than it seems. Developing a healthy relationship with food in an environment like this is hard.
"Hyunjin, I know. I'm trying." I keep my tone low.
"I know, babe, and I'm always here if you need anything but you have to push yourself a bit more yeah? Ask for help. Take a break. Try to help yourself in some way." He gazes down at me with worried eyes.
I close my eyes. This conversation is getting too much already. "Okay."
He opens the door with the hand that isn't wrapped around my shoulders. "Do you want me to drive you home?"
l shake my head. "It's fine, I'll walk."
"You sure?" He unlocks his car.
"Yeah." I bring my hands around his waist and give him a light squeeze. "Thanks for caring." It truly means so much to me, to know that I have people who actually give a damn about me.
He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. "Always." And gets in his car.
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Minho's POV:
I fucked up. I fucked up big time. It was like something took over me and I couldn't shut the fuck up. She just came out of nowhere. Again. And she was drunk again and she was smiling too much. Again. I don't know how but self-control just flew out the window and before I could stop myself I spilled half of my fucking story to her. Maybe I find the fact that she's drunk every time appealing. People tend to be a lot less judgmental when they're drunk. And most importantly; they remember less. Either way, things are not going as planned. I stayed upstairs trying to avoid bumping into her and somehow she fucking found me. I don't like this. She shouldn't be here. I wasn't supposed to see her again. I've been feeling on edge for the past week now and it's honestly draining. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. I have to ignore my thoughts. I have to ignore her. I thought it would be easy, I don't even know her. Why is it that I keep thinking about it?
I wipe the sweat that's dripping down the sides of my face with the back of my hand as I slam the door of the dance studio shut. I made sure that her class was finished until I came here, not really in the mood for a round 2. My whole body is sore and my heartbeat hasn't slowed down yet. I had missed this feeling so much. It's been only a few months since I started training again and I beat myself up for stopping every single day. It's what I love to do. A way for me to take a fucking breath.
I throw my bag in the back seat before driving off. It's so convenient that our apartment is so close to campus. A lot of times I would walk home, but driving really grew on me. I love it.
"Back already?" Jisung comes out of the kitchen just as I'm opening the front door.
"Don't you have class?" I throw my keys on the little table beside the door and remove my shoes.
"I skipped." He shrugs. "I have an essay to work on anyway."
I walk up the stairs. Jisung's following right behind me. "Shit, me too." I groan. I fucking hate college. All I wanna do is dance and make music. "Fuck it, I'll do it later, I need to sleep." I reach my bedroom door.
Jisung's eyes narrow. "Is everything okay?" He rests his hand on the wall besides my door.
I immediately turn my head away from his gaze. He knows me too well and I don't have time to talk about shit right now. "Yeah, I'm just tired." I open the door, hoping he will get the message.
He glances at me one more time before taking a step back. "Okay." He brushes my hair back. He always does this. I hated it at first but just like jisung, it grew on me. "Get some rest." He turns around and disappears down the hall. I let out a small sigh and close my door. I'm grateful for him. I really am. I don't know if I would be here right now if it wasn't for him. He basically saved me. A lot of people did. With their actions, with words, with ideas, or by simply being there. Jisung was there. He was there every time, picking up the pieces that he didn't create. Chan was there. He helped me open my eyes and pushed me to explore different sides of myself. He gave me a new dream. My sister was there, offering me a smile whenever the world frowned at me. Someone is always there. I'm tired of owning my life to others. I don't know how even though I grew up by myself and did everything on my own, I still somehow managed to hold on to people to keep me alive. Fuck, I'm tired.
I open my balcony door and step out. I place a cigarette between my lips and light it up, taking a puff. Inhale, exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Y/N's POV:
I love Christmas. I love everything about it. It's a family holiday though, so I never got to fully experience what it meant to have Christmas with your family. Things like exchanging gifts, having Christmas breakfast together, and celebrating the new year together didn't happen in my house. I still loved it though. The weather, the way everything was beautifully decorated, and just the wave of happiness that came with Christmas were enough for me. It's been the past few years that I've been actually celebrating Christmas with my Mom. Shit happened and things changed but me and her are now inseparable. She's all I have. She's always been more like a best friend, probably due to our small age gap. She suffered a lot, but her light never left. Her light, fun, and kind personality stayed even after years of pain. She came out stronger. I find myself wishing I was half as strong as she is.
"I'll be fine mom." I roll my eyes even though, I know she can't see me. I put her on speaker as I continued to write the essay I'd been working on before she called.
"I could come and stay with you for a few days, I'm sure Will won't mind" She presses.
"No Mom, go have fun with Will in London, I'm more than happy to stay here for Christmas. All of my friends will be here anyway, it's going to be super fun." I try to reassure her. It took my mom a long time to get back into dating after everything that happened but she was never one to give up on love. She's such a hopeless romantic that, even her traumatic past relationships didn't stop her from falling in love again. Will is a family friend and has been for years. He was by my mom's side through almost everything as a friend. A time came when me and my mom lived with him for a little while and that's when it clicked for them. He's a great guy and I couldn't be happier for her.
She let out a big sigh, and I almost laughed at how dramatic she was being. "Fine, but remember to text me at all times and call me first to wish me both 'Merry Christmas' and 'Happy New Year'."
It's the first time we're gonna spend the holiday apart. My mom is going to Will's house in London like we did last year for Christmas but this time, for some reason, I wanna experience this by myself. "Sure thing Mom" I laughed. She's not really happy about me staying here.
"Is Chan going to be there as well?" Even though I've only known Chan for almost 3 years, he's basically a part of my family. It took us a few months until we became inseparable and we went everywhere together. He met my whole family and spent every holiday with me. Chan doesn't really have a family. Not one that he was close with at least, so I think he found comfort in being with me and my mom. Plus, my mother absolutely loved him.
"Yes mom, don't worry. I have to go now, I need to study."
"Okay baby, I'll talk to you later. " She said before hanging up.
I love her and I love talking to her but I have so much work to do. I am a dance major but sometimes I forget that I actually have to study. I take a deep breath and a sip of my third coffee of the day getting ready to dive back into it.
A door slams.
Emma throws her bag to the floor and takes off her shoes. I give her a quick glance but I have to do a double-take when I notice her bloodshot eyes.
"What happened?" I shoot up from the couch and run towards her. She shakes her head and wraps her hands around me, burying her face in my neck. I immediately react, squeezing her tight.
"It's okay." I whisper, trying to calm her down. We stay like that for a minute, until Emma's breathing comes out normally and she's not shaking anymore. We take a seat on the couch.
"Is it Seungmin?" I finally ask. She shakes her head and relief fills my body. I wouldn't want to hurt one of Chan's friends but if he had pulled anything with her, I would've.
She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sighs. "I'm not okay. I've had 2 anxiety attacks today and I-I feel like I can't function. " Her words come out rushed and blended together and from that alone, I can understand just how everything in her head must be right now. Emma has really bad anxiety, it's one thing that we have in common. She's there for me and I'm there for her, cause we understand just how hard it is to deal with this on a daily basis. "I have to finish my script and I have a shit tone of scenes to film and everyone is asking me things and expecting me to be in charge of everything and I just can't. " She continues, ignoring the tears that fill her eyes. "Everyone's expecting me to be good but I feel like I can't do anything right. We were planning this shoot for days and I forgot my camera at Seungmin's house, that's why I left class. I just- I wanna breathe."
"Hey," I take her face between my hands. "Listen to me, I know that you have so much on your plate right now. I understand, but you can't neglect your mental health. Em, you're overworking yourself, reactions like this are expected when you never relax." I brush some of the hair that's sticking to her cheeks. "You stay here okay? Take some time to relax and calm down. I'll go over to Seungmin's place and grab the camera. You still have almost an hour until shooting right?" I check the time on my phone.
She nods. She takes a big breath and nods a few more times. "Thank you so much Y/n."
"You would have done the same for me. " I smile at her. "Actually, you have."
She giggles.
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I texted Jisung to see if he was home, on my way there but he still hasn't answered when I reach the door to their apartment. When I offered to come and pick her camera up, the fact that Minho lives there as well didn't really cross my mind. As much as I don't want, I have been thinking about last night more than I should have. And I hate how my nerves begin to grow as I reach their door.
Jisung's face breaks into a smile the minute he opens the door. "Hey kid, what are you doing here?" He steps aside, gesturing me to come inside. Their apartment looks different in the daylight. A lot cleaner and much more bright. There's a big living area in the middle of the room with 2 big white couches and a few armchairs. Jisung leads me into the kitchen, that's right beside the living room. I really like their kitchen. It's open and huge, everything is black and white
"I came to pick up Emma's camera, I texted you but you didn't answer. " I take a seat on a stool.
"Oh yeah, sorry I was studying. " He nods, filling up a glass of water and passing it to me. "Damn, and I thought you missed me."
"Nah." I tease, taking the cup of water in my hands. "Are you alone?"
"No, Minho and Changbin are in their rooms." He leans on the counter, placing his elbows on it. "Did you have fun last night?"
I groan, throwing my head back. "Don't even get me started, I have the worst hangover."
"So you had fun." He smiles. "It sure looked like it yesterday."
I cover my face with my hands. "Oh, my god."
He reaches over and pulls my hands away. "Stop. You enjoyed yourself, that was the point." Last night's party was different than any other that we've been to and I did have a great time nevertheless. "This weekend it's game night."
"Game night?" For some reason, I don't like the sound of that.
"Yep." He nods. "We just get together, play games, and drink. It's pretty chill." He explains. Yeah, I definitely do not like the sound of that. "Of course, all of you guys are invited."
I let out a small smile. "We appreciate it." I say, avoiding giving him a straightforward answer.
"Just think about it."
I nod. "Okay, we'll see." Jisung's eyes focus on something behind me and I curiously turn around as well. Minho is walking towards the kitchen. My stomach instantly tightens at the sight. He wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants and I can't keep my eyes from falling down his exposed stomach. Fuck, he does work out. The lines of his abs look like their carved by the gods. I blink several times, forcing my eyes to his face. His head is hanging low as he rubs his eyes with his palms.
"Well, look who's up?" Jisung grins. Minho drops his hands from his face and his eyes immediately find mine. His walking slows down and his eyes freeze on my face for a few seconds. I stare back, searching for anything that will help me figure out how to act towards him after last night but he gives me nothing. The surprise lasted only a few seconds until it turned into nothing. He kept his face blank and completely unreadable as he walked past me and towards the fridge. "You slept for like 4 hours."
Minho scans the fridge with his eyes. "Yeah, I was too tired." He pulls out the milk. Jisung opens a cupboard and takes out some cereal and a bowl. "Thanks" Minho mumbles as he puts some cereal in the bowl and pours the milk over them. I try not to smile at the fact that he puts the cereal first. Thank god.
Jisung runs his hand through Minho's messy hair a few times, trying to push them backwards while Minho's gaze stays focused on mixing his cereal. Jisung gives Minho's hair one final push and places his hands back on the counter. He turns to look at me, realizing that I'm still here. I awkwardly smile as his eyes go from me to Minho and then back to me.
He clears his throat. "Y/n's here to pick up Emma's camera." Minho just nods a few times as he takes a spoonful of his cereal, keeping his eyes set on the counter in front of him. Jisung looks at me after a few seconds of silence, his lips in a thin line with a look in his eyes almost as if he's apologizing for Minho's behavior. I shrug, shaking my head.
"I invited them over for game night this weekend. " He continues. "Changbin will probably make his signature cocktails, you will love them." He turns to me and I force a small giggle, trying to appear unbothered by the fact that Minho's completely ignoring me right now.
I see his jaw tightening, momentarily. "Cool." He says still keeping his eyes glued to the counter, refusing to make any eye contact with me. I keep my face natural, solving all the questions I want to ask him down my throat. I decide to break the silence that has taken over the three of us.
"I'm down, sounds fun." I turn to Jisung, maintaining my tone light.
"You guys could sleep over afterwards. " He further suggests, getting more excited. "Most of you are going to get wasted anyway."
Minho drops the now empty bowl in the sink, the sound making my and Jisung's head turn to him, but his face stays unbothered. "We don't have that much space."
Jisung rolls his eyes."Bullshit. Emma is probably gonna sleep with Seungmin so I'm sure that 3 people can sleep in this huge ass house" He waves his hands around.
"Yeah but-"
"We'll see" I cut Minho off, trying to end their small disagreement. His eyes look at mine for the first time since he got in the kitchen. The smallest shift is visible in his gaze, only for a few seconds until his eyes hardened, making me swallow hard but he breaks our eye contact with a sigh. I drop my eyes to my glass of water. What the fuck? This felt like he was just, backing down. He hasn't made a single comment, he hasn't referred to me not even once or acted in any teasing or bluntly rude way towards me. He's simply ignoring me.
I turn to Jisung. "Can you please bring me Em's camera? because I have to get going in a few."
"Yeah, sure thing babe." He nods understandably, realizing my discomfort but before he can take a single step, Minho walks past me and out of the kitchen, disappearing down the hallway.
I lock eyes with Jisung. An apologetic look on his face.
"He's not an asshole I swear." he shakes his head.
"Well, he's an asshole to me for some reason" I shrug.
"Don't mind him," He walks past me, brushing his hand on my shoulder. "I'll bring Emma's camera."
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I don't know how but I've managed to see Minho every day for the past 3 days. Tuesday night; I was leaving the dance studio, I was looking at my phone, texting Chan if he could pick me up cause I was exhausted when I felt my body bump into someone else. Minho simply looked at me before letting out a quite audible sigh and walking past me. Wednesday afternoon; me, Felix and Hyunjin went by their apartment to pick up Changbin cause we made plans to go for drinks. Minho was the one to open the door. He offered Hyunjin and Felix a pat on their shoulders, inviting them inside with a smile on his lips that dropped when they walked further into the living room. He turned around and followed them, leaving me by the door, not spearing me a single glance. Thursday morning; I went by the music building to say 'Hi' to Chan since I was early for my class. All of them were there, chilling on a few benches outside their classroom. Minho kept his eyes glued to his phone, as I chatted with the rest of the guys, not speaking a single word to me. Again.
This is getting ridiculous. I don't know what his problem is but the more we hang out with Chan's friends the more uncomfortable this is getting. He's literary giving me a headache and even though a huge part of me wants to confront him and simply ask him why is he acting this way, I force myself to remember one thing I had to learn the hard way; there's not always a reason for the way people treat you and you don't always get an apology or an explanation. Sometimes you just have to ignore it and move on. I shake my head, removing my headphones as I push the door of the dance studio open. My legs walk down the familiar path to the room that I always use as I keep my eyes on my phone, but the sound of music makes my head snap upwards. Almost all of the dance rooms have glass instead of walls, giving you a clear view inside of them. That's why I usually dance with the lights really low, I'm trying to avoid as much as possible drawing any attention to me since there are no blinds in most of the rooms. Through the glass, a male figure is visible. He has the lights really low too as he dances, with his back facing me. I take a step forward, narrowing my eyes in attempt to see his face but as he takes a turn I inhale sharply. He has to be doing this on purpose, there is no other explanation. He's suddenly everywhere, It's like I can't escape him. What is he doing here anyway? I've been using this room for a long time and have never seen him here. I feel a sudden heat in my stomach. Frustrated, I push the doors open. Minho stops at the sound and his eyes meet mine through the mirror. His brown hair is a mess and drops of sweat are falling from the sides of his forehead and down his neck. His white t-shirt is almost soaked, sticking to his toned chest, the outline of his abs slightly visible. His chest is rising and falling, quick breaths leaving his mouth as his wild eyes stare at me.
"What are you doing here? I've never seen you use this room" I spoke up first. He reaches for his phone, and turns off the music, before grabbing his water bottle, drowning almost half of it. He turned his back on me, ignoring me once again. I crossed my hands in front of my chest, my anger building.
"Are you gonna keep ignoring me? How old are you?" I say through my teeth, trying to stay calm. He drops his water bottle to the ground and takes a deep breath, still not looking up from the ground.
"Minho" The tone of my voice sounds demanding and a little pleading at the same time. His dark eyes snap to mine and he looks like he wants to run. An unfamiliar wave of sadness rushes through me that quickly resolves into anger. I try to hold it in, but the more he looks at me like that, the weaker I get.
"What did I do?" I pathetically ask.
His eyes twitched with confusion. "What?" He says. I feel a little relieved by the fact that he actually talked to me and didn't just walk past me and out of the dance room.
"I must have done something for you to ignore me literally out of nowhere." I take a few steps towards him. I hate how I'm being right now but I can't stop the words from coming out. I want answers. "Tell me."
He finally turns around and quickly holds his hand up between us. My legs freeze. He holds my gaze, his eyes hard and dark looking in mine. I stare back. He stares hard. I stare harder.
"Fuck" He breaks. He starts pacing and running his hands through his hair.
Here we go again.
"Hey," I try to gain his attention but he keeps walking back and forth. For some reason, I'm beginning to get anxious. The way his acting right now is making me anxious. "Hey," I say again, a little louder. He lifts his head at my raised tone but keeps walking back and forth. His breathing is extra hard but he tries to cover it up, his fists clenching and unclenching. I take a few more careful steps towards him. "Relax" I soften my voice. "Talk to me"
"But I don't wanna talk to you, that's the problem." He almost yells, making me jump slightly. My legs immediately move backwards. He seems to notice, cause his eyes turn softer, only for a few seconds before anger takes over his whole face.
"Fuck" He yells again and turns around. I'm standing here, completely lost. What the fuck is going on with him? Why is there so much bottled-up anger towards me? The self-doubt and anxiety start creeping in once again, and I stare at his back, trying to put my thoughts in order. I'm once again putting myself in a position where I'm trying to understand someone who doesn't want to be understood. Where I care about things and people I shouldn't and where I'm building a situation in my mind to be bigger than it actually is. I don't know why I'm taking his dislike of me so seriously and I don't know why he's yelling but my body won't move. Somehow I can't bring myself to walk away right now cause for some reason I don't want it to be like this. Complicated things scare me and this is getting way too complicated. I don't want it to be complicated.
"Why don't you wanna talk to me? I don't understand-"
"You don't have to understand" He raises his tone even more. "What you have to do is leave me alone." He says, sounding almost pleading.
Leave him alone? I narrow my eyes at him. Does he think I'm some kind of stray that follows him around begging for his attention when he's the one picking unnecessary fights with me?
"I'm not chasing you around dude." I defend, my anger coming back at his statement. "Chill out. We have mutual friends, and bumping into each other is inevitable. And besides, you're the one who's been picking a fight with me every chance he gets. You're the one that sticks his nose in someone else's business. You're the one opening up to me about your past." I move forward. "You're the one who's unreasonably ignoring a person who's done nothing wrong and you're the one yelling in my fucking face right now." My chest is burning with rage. He sure has some nerve to say that I'm the one following him around.
He stays quiet, probably cause he knows he's in the wrong. His jaw is set to the point where his lips have turned into a thin line. His eyes are shooting fire and yet, he says nothing. Again. I'm over-floating with frustration, my insides are literally screaming. "Is this about what happened at the party?" I find the courage to ask, eyeing him carefully.
By the way his face hardens, I know I'm right. He's facing me now, standing only about 2 meters away from me and looking at me like he's debating on what he's going to say.
"Do you want me to be honest?" His eyes challenge me.
"Yes," I breathe out. "Give me a truth, for once." I challenge back.
"I don't know what came over me that night. I don't do shit like that ever and I'm fucking mad at myself for spilling half of my fucking story to you." He waves his hand at me disgracefully. " Fuck I really don't know why I did that, it's embarrassing." He looks like he's talking mostly to himself at this point. "I just wanna forget about it, and you being in my fucking face all the goddamn time isn't helping" He takes a step towards me.
I'm going to actually hit him. "I'm not in your face all the time" I yell, unable to control my temper at this point. "Like I said-"
"I don't care." He laughs and lifts his hands in the air, frustrated as well.
"Look, I don't really know what kind of personal issues you have, but stop making a situation more than it is. You opened up about some things and I did the same, what's the problem?" I run my hand through my hair, trying to bring the tones down but he's not having it.
"The problem is that I don't know you," He takes another step towards me, closing the gap between us slowly. "And frankly, I don't want to" He breathes out a laugh and I can feel my body stiffen. "The fact that we met a year ago or that I helped you escape your fucking ex doesn't mean we have any sort of connection." His tone drops lower with each word just like my heart. "Maybe I pitied you," He says, and I can tell that he knows that his words will cut through me like a knife, by the time it took for him to speak them. My stomach turns as I fight to keep the tears from filling my eyes. "Maybe I happened to be simply there." He's standing right in front of me and I stare at him, my hands turning into fists to my sides, wanting to scream at him but not a single word escapes my lips.
"What?" He raises his chin, looking down at me, with a small smile. "No more whining about me being rude without a reason?" he mocks, dropping his face to my eye level with his bottom lip pouting slightly and anger rushes through my whole body, hitting me like a train. Without thinking about it, I lift my right hand, slapping him across his face. The sound fills the room, followed by a few seconds of silence. Minho doesn't move an inch, his eyes are glued to the ground and his jaw is set as redness begins to appear on his left cheek. But I couldn't care less right now. I can feel my whole body boiling with anger.
"Fuck you. " I spit through my teeth "You're not gonna stand there and make me feel like shit about myself because you have your own personal fucking problems." Tears build up in my eyes but I don't let them fall. I turn around but before I manage to reach the door his hand grips my elbow tightly, forcing me to turn around. He backs me up and slams me against the glass besides the door. His eyes burn with fury as he towers over me, holding both of my wrists in his hands between our bodies. His sudden actions caught me by surprise and a gasp escaped my lips. Waves of emotions fill my body as I stare at him with wide eyes. Fear mixed with the tiniest hint of excitement overtakes my brain when he drops his face lower, our noses almost touching. Deep, sharp breaths go through his nose, his chest rising and falling.
"Don't do that." His voice drops lower than I've ever heard him speak, sending chills down my spine. I hold my breath, unable to look away from the intensity of his gaze. His eyes flicker to my lips and he rests his forehead against mine. My mind screamed. Unexpected, overwhelming emotions begin to spread through me like I'm falling under a spell. His body presses against mine, his scent is everywhere, and his perfect, heart-shaped, full lips right in front of me. I let my own eyes fall to them only for a second before looking back to his eyes only to find him staring at my lips as well. He lets out a breath and brings his face an inch closer to mine, our lips almost brushing. My heart started beating like a fucking drum.
"Fuck" He growls, closing his eyes.
"Minho.." I whisper and his eyes snap to mine. He releases a breath and pushes himself away from me, taking the heat of his body with him, leaving me completely frozen. He grabs his bag and before I have any time to say or do anything he's out of the room.
Wait wow wait wait can I request 39 with Lee Seungmin and ler Minho? ❤️
Say it now!
Line="Say it"
As the both of them are known for their cat and mouse relationship, Seungmin tends to be the one who provokes the so called evil cat out of boredom.But one day Lee Know decides that the poor puppy needs to learn a lesson.
As every other day, Seungmin has decided to bother the older member who seemed to be busy on his phone talking to stays on an app called bubble.Minho was too busy to notice the younger approaching him since he was focused on typing and sending voice messages to his fans.
"Hi guys~ what are you doing??" Minho recorded as he sent the voice message to his fans.Seungmin smiled as he seemed to come up with a oh so evil idea to embarrass his hyung while he was sending his messages to their fans.
Seungmin slowly and quietly approached the dancer from behind to not get noticed by the older member while he reached his arm out towards his sides.Minho didn't seem to notice as he was still recording another message to stays.
"I ate bibimbap tod-AH!" Minho shrieked as he jumped up from the sudden squeeze he felt on his sides while accidentally pressing the send button on bubble, which now meant that all stays could hear the embarrassing shriek Minho yelled out.He quickly unseeded the message but already few of the stays seemed to hear it.His face flushed red while reading the messages he received from stays. 『Aw~ that was cute!』『What was that shriek? that was so cute~!』and so on.
Seungmin laughed triumphantly as he saw the evil bunny easily turn into a literal tomato within seconds.But soon his laughter stopped as he was talked down by the dancer to the ground.
"Why did you do that!?" Minho yelled still with faint blush on his face as he glared down at the younger member."What? it was fun" Seungmin cheekily commented as he smirked back at the older member."Apologize!" Minho replied as he raised his eyebrows towards Seungmin indicating that he was angry.Seungmin on the other didn't seem to care still triumph about his little accomplishment.
"Why are you still smiling Seungmin?" Minho asked with a glare.Seungmin shrugged as he replied "It was funny, and hey stays seemed to like it too!"The comment seemed to make the evil bunny flustered again wich caused the puppy's smile to grow bigger.
"You know what you need to get punished until you apologize." The dance commented as he pulled up the vocalist's arms up easily."Oh? what are you going to do? Yell at me?" Seungmin replied cockily as he rolled his eyes."Come on you know I'm not going to apologize."The older member just smirked at the younger member's reaction as he freed one of his arms using one arm to pin both of the vocalists arm up."I knew you were going to say that Minnie, unfortunately for you I have the perfect punishment for you~".
Minho smirked as he dug into the vocalist's ribs causing him to burst into a fit of giggles as he tried to pull aways from the older's fingers."Wahahait! Nohoho! pleaheahse!"Seungmin's giggles sound turned into laughter as the dancer started to lightly squeeze his sides while going under his shirt."Please what Minnie? If you want me to stop you know what to do~"
Now it was Minho's turn to smirk as Seungmin blushed still trying to desperately wiggle aways from the unbearable sensation that he could get aways from.Seungmin knew that Lee Know was one of the most skilled lers in Straykids since he used to "punish" the other younger members by using this method but it actually has been a while since Lee Know has done that to him after Seungmin started to be more independent.
As if Minho read Seungmin's mind he commented, "Been a while since I tickled you shitless huh?I guess it's been too long since you've been bugging me all the time, I guess I got to do this more often... not that I really mind." If it was possible Seungmin blushed deeper now trying to hide his face with his arms as he laughed his head off.
"ShUHUHUT UHUHUP!!" Seungmin laughed as he tried to push off the dancer's hand now attacking his hips wich seemed to drive him crazy." Come on Minnie~ Say it!".
"FIHIHIHINE! I'M SOHOHOHOHORY NOHOHOW STHAHAP!" Seungmin yelled as he was now unable to bear the tickling sensation from the older member.Minho smirked triumphantly as he stopped and got off the younger member.
"Learned a lesson Seungmin~?" Minho asked as he smiled looking down to the younger member now curled up still lightly giggling."Yeah yeah... now leave me alone...."
"Hm...you could bug me all you want I won't mind tickling you shitless again" Minho commented as he smirked and walked back to his original spot to talk to stays again now trying to explain why he has shrieked in the first place.
On the other hand Seungmin was still a flustered mess from both the tickling and the comment that the dancer has made.From the so called "punishment" Minho gave to Seungmin, the vocalist decided to get a little break and go back to his room but then again he came up with another brilliant idea to bother the evil bunny.Obviously no "punishment" from Minho was going to stop the sneaky puppy to bother poor bunny, not that he minded the punishment though.....
Chapter Warning: mentions of separation and abandonment
It had been days since you last saw him. He never texted. It seemed that you were right after all. The added contact was only for pleasantries and all will be removed the moment you parted ways.
On your third day, you decided to pack up. You have been to all the local excursions at Uluru. And of course, you have met him, the one from your dreams. With everything fulfilled, there was no longer a purpose for you to stay.
At the station of your departure, you could still feel his presence, a faint sense of lingering in place of his absence. You took out your phone to distract your thoughts, but your fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. Tapping into your contacts, you stopped beside his name, who just so happened to appear right before your ex’s. Yes, you still had it in your contacts after all these years.
A flashback of memories filled your mind as you contemplated removing the name, or names of that matter, from your life forever. It was the whistle of the arriving train that interrupted your thoughts.
You took one last look of your surroundings before boarding, reminiscing the essence of Uluru and its symbolic rock.
“I don’t know when the next time will be, but thank you for all the wonderful memories. Thank you for allowing me to meet him, the one from my dreams and would only stay in dreams.”
Once seated by the window, you unlocked your phone to pull up your contact information.
<Are you sure you want to block the selected contacts?> Was the message that popped up.
Perhaps it is better to leave some things in the past, and others, buried within your dreams. That way, you would be able to live a life that is more awakening.
A single tap was all it took to erase the traces of the selected individuals that brought you so much heartache.
<Confirm>
***
A travel log was offered to you at the start of your journey and you took the time on route to flip through the brochure. It featured numerous photos of Tasmania Island, a destination that filled you with a sense of hope. There were the lighthouses that oversaw the ocean, sceneries of the grand waterfalls, and the little towns of a European reminiscence. As you continued to flip through the travel log, that bud of hope began to blossom. You wanted to experience the most in the remaining time of your vacation. A decision was quickly made and soon, you found yourself on your way to the heart-shaped Tasmania Island.
The ten hour trip from Uluru to Melbourne welcomed you towards the ferry. The long journey took your mind off from the events over the past days. It was something that you desperately needed.
<Oh Felix, I made a terrible decision to take the ferry. I’m literally spending the pinnacle of the holidays on the ocean.> Sent at 5:15 pm.
<Well, at least you get the full view of the ocean and more of Australia as a whole. I hope you’re having a swell time there, and happy holidays :) > Was a reply from Felix at 5:21 pm.
Exiting Felix’s message box, you noticed another unread message from your list.
<Happy holidays, Y/N! Be safe and have fun!> It was from your mother. The last time the two of you contacted one another was on your birthday.
You skimmed through the rest of your list, hoping to find more unread messages, maybe one from your father. There was none.
It was one of the many holidays that you spent alone. After your parents’ divorce in your junior year of high school, a family get-together was no more. The moment you left for university, your family officially split, moving into various parts of the world. Your father went to Europe to look for work, while your mother went back to her hometown to take care of her family. With no other siblings, you moved as well, to a new city to attend school.
During your days as a student, moving was constant. The feeling of home was no longer something that was a part of you. What even was a home? There were times where you felt as if you were living the life of a gypsy. The carefree dream-like life that was constantly on the go. It gave you a sense of freedom and impermanence.
For the particular post-graduation trip, you picked Australia as your first official distant getaway. So many places were there for you to visit, yet you chose to dedicate a good amount of time in Sydney, hoping to find him there. All that effort just to find someone whom you believed to be your soulmate, seemed to be more of a joke each passing day. Soulmate, the idea that you are linked to the person regardless of the situation. Once you are linked, there will never be another separation.
But that separation did happen. With your ex and with Chan as well. Surely, it was not a divorce like what your parents went through. It was a separation nonetheless, indicating that your soulmate link was nonexistent.
Your first destination in Tasmania was in Launceston. Stopping by a car rental early the next day brought you towards many more destinations. You had read about the Horseshoe Falls, the sailboats at the docks of Hobart, and of course, the beauty of Bruny Island. But being there in person was truly something else.
You drove alone along the swiveling roads, stopping between destinations to snap some photos. They will be included in your album of memories. It will soon become your favourite album amongst all of your collections.
Traveling onward, the view of the country roads reappeared, reminding you of the summer trips with your family many years ago. This time, you had the opportunity to travel alone. It was nice, but it would be nicer if someone was there to accompany you.
It felt like a romantic getaway, which was another one of your ideal dreamlike indulgences. Yes, you were a hopeless romantic and you have promised yourself not to be involved in another confusion with dream and reality. But Tasmania was the definition of a dream-like reality.
Taking the ferry at Port Arthur, it was mid afternoon by the time you reached Bruny Island. You checked into your location to find the accommodation at the Bay Retreat, a cabin that infused the elements of glass, wood, and concrete for more of a homey and modern design. The cabin reminded you of the resort at Uluru, with the warm and earthy tones of light beige. Taking the incline ramp, you made your way towards the lobby.
“Welcome to the Bay Retreat at Bruny Island, how can I help you today?” The lady at the front desk greeted you.
You returned her with a smile.
“I’m here to check in.” You said, while gathering your materials.
“I’ll just check your ID… thank you. Alright, here is the key to your room. If you need anything, feel free to let us know. We are here on a twenty-four hour basis.”
The lady handed you your materials.
“I hope you enjoy your stay.” She said.
You gave her a nod.
“Thank you.”
It was a long journey over the past few days, through seemingly endless travels on the train and the ferry. Yes, you had the opportunity to see more of Australia that way. The orange hues of the desert in Northern Territory eventually transformed into the greener and more familiar grasslands of Victoria. It was a scenery you would not have otherwise seen, if you took other methods of transportation.
Unlocking the door to your room, you set down your luggage and plopped onto the freshly made bed. The only thing you were capable of doing at that moment was to stare up at the ceiling. It was very much not a ‘you’ thing, because you could never set foot onto your bed without being cleaned from the grime of your travels. All the hours on the road and barely sleeping had you exhausted. The train was not a great place to rest and neither was the ferry. Well, that was the result of you wanting to see more of Australia.
It was alright though. You could change into something else and wash up later. But first, you needed some rest.
Instead of the alarm, it was your growling stomach that woke you from your sleep. You pattered over to the bathroom to splash some water on your face. It felt better and more refreshing. Then, you dug into your suitcase, hoping to find something decently clean to change into. The only thing that you found through your days worth of laundry was a pink floral dress. That would have to do.
You head over to dinner, passing by the lobby to an extended set of stairs. The dining area was located at the top of the hill, at the far end of the Bay Retreat. Its vicinity to the beaches gave you a clear view of the ocean and the wooden staircase that they named ‘the Neck’.
Dinner was served as a continental buffet with a drink of your choice. You ordered a bottle of champagne and poured yourself a glass. Taking a sip, you looked over at the extending ocean. It was a moment to enjoy, that of the early evening glow from the sun, along with the gentle summer breeze. In the distance, you could see the tourists making their way towards the wooden bridge and onto the beaches for an evening get-together. That very scene reminded you of Changbin’s wedding at the Uluru resort. Its liveliness, laughter, and music were paired up with the white canopies and the fairy lights. It was an ephemeral memory.
Finishing your dish and sipping the rest of your champagne, you wiped your mouth neatly with the napkin. You set the plates aside, neatly placing the cutlery on top, and left promptly for the wooden bridge. Hopefully, you could be there before dusk. There was just something about you and the obsession with sunset beaches.
It was moments away from the golden hour, as you descended along the wooden staircase of ‘the Neck’. Your dress fluttered against the wind, with its intensity serving as an indicator of your remaining distance towards the beach. The dress also reflected a pretty shade of pink from the glow of the setting sun. Its rays magnified the utmost glorious scenery. And ever so dearly, you wished that you were able to share it with someone.
Taking off your shoes, you wandered closer to the waters, feeling the warm caress of the sand from each of your steps. White foam emerged from the waves of the incoming tide, as if a synchronous and rhythmic dance along the shore.
You tread onward as your eyes scanned across the horizon. If only your camera worked well enough with the light at the time, you would have taken all the possible photos. But you decided it was something that was better off to be kept as a memory. And there you stood, trying to take in all that you could, of the view before you.
It was different from Bondi Beach and all of the other beaches that you have been to. The beach of Bruny Island was special in a sense that it spoke to you through the language of fate. You felt the conscious existence of the cascading souls, like a torrent, that just so happened to intertwine at the very place.
Just then, faintly, in the distance, you heard something. It was a familiar voice calling out your name.
You paused for a moment to focus on the voice, and to also see if you were hearing things.
“Y/N!”
So it was not quite an auditory hallucination.
“Y/N!”
The voice grew louder. Turning towards the owner of the voice, you were greeted with a sudden gust of wind that blocked the sight of view with your fluttering strands of hair. It was a particular type of wind, a levanter, never before experienced on the southern islands of Australia. It was also that very wind, that broke loose the final threads of your bracelet.
Characters: Christopher Bang (Bangchan), Han Jisung, Seo Changbin, (3RACHA)
Synopsis: You were just starting college and to save on money, you move in with your brother and his two friends. Soon, you began to get a little crush on one of them. But there’s a problem, he has a girlfriend. A really awful one too.
A/N: Yes, this is gonna be a series! I’m gonna do my best to upload as much as possible! It is on Wattpad by the same username and I have a YT playlist up with songs that kinda give me a vibe that matches this story. I plan on bringing in more people to the story and be prepared for drama.
YT Playlist
Pt 1 |Pt 2 |
You sighed quietly as you walked up the third flight of stairs, tugging your suitcase along with you. Your backpack hung low on your right shoulder as you slumped slightly.
Man, I'm tired. You thought to yourself as you finally reached the top.
You looked around for a moment, then down to your phone where a text from your brother, Changbin, was waiting for you.
Binnie: apt 313. pls hrry i want u to meet my bros
You let out yet another, slightly amused sigh as you made your way down the corridor, stopping when you finally reach your brothers apartment. You let go of your suitcase with your left hand and knocked loudly, knowing your brother probably didn't hear you. But to your surprise, the door opened up. Instead of Changbin, another boy stood there with wide and confused eyes. He then looked back towards the living room and shouted for your brother, who immediately came running.
"Y/N!! I'm sorry I totally forgot you were coming around this time! This is Y/N by the way, and Y/N this is one of my bros Jisung!" He said, all while panting like he had just run a marathon. "Chris is finishing up your bedroom, you can say hi to him when you enter."
"... Okay... Um, where is my room exactly?" You asked, cocking your head to the side a bit. If there's one thing Changbin wasn't too good at, it was elaborating on little but important details.
Jisung, who had been silent this whole time while standing next to us finally spoke again. "Uh.. how are you two related again..?"
"I'm adopted." You said abruptly. "And don't worry, I don't take offense to it. A lot of people get confused."
"Ah.. Okay, sorry.. I'm gonna uh, go to my room now.." His cheeks and ears were a bright red as he turned and pushed past Binnie to go to his room.
"Anyways," Binnie said, turning to face you again, "Your room is the last door on the right in the hallway. There's a bathroom across the way and then Chris's room is next to yours, then mine. I gotta go finish preparing for movie night, go get settled in." And with that he left you at the door, not even offering to help you get settled in.
"Wow... Not even gonna offer to take my bags. Typical." You huffed playfully under your breath as you grabbed the suitcase and adjusted so your backpack wasn't falling off your shoulder. You entered the living room, turned slightly, kicked the door shut, then made your way down the hall. As you got closer to your room, you could hear someone cursing to themselves inside.
You pushed the door to the room open and stopped as you stared at, who you assume was Chris, sitting on the floor with parts to a bed in his hands.
"Why did Changbin have to get fucking Ikea... I'm a music major, not a fucking engineer." He cursed softly, but loud enough for you to hear him.
You cleared your throat, then smiled politely before speaking up to him, "U-Uh... Hi.. I'm guessing you're Chris? I'm uh, Y/N... Do you want some help...?"
He looked up at you with a smile.
Holy crap. He's cute. You thought to yourself.
"No. Thank you though. I'm almost done. This is part of your footboard. I just, don't understand how this part snaps into that one... Wait.. I got it..!" He fumbled with the wood pieces a little while longer before finally getting them to snap in place. Chris stood up and turned his back to you while he finished putting together the bed.
"There we go." He let out a triumphant grunt while putting his fists on his hips, turning to face you with that same smile as before. "And my name is Christopher! But you can call me Chris, or Chan. I don't mind!"
Even though you already introduced myself, "I'm Y/N.. but you could call me (Nickname #1) or (Nickname #2) if you'd like."
"Y/N... That's pretty." He said with a cheeky grin. "Anyways, tell Changbin that I can't make it to movie night tonight. I'm going on a date with my girlfriend."
"Haha, okay, I'll let him know. You have fun with your girl. It was nice meeting you." You said with a smile, stepping out of the doorway so he could get by.
"Nice meeting you too. I'll catch you later, (NN #1)" Chris said with a smile as he walked by, heading into his room and closing the door behind him.
You let out a short sigh of relief once he left, then looked around the room. "At least I didn't make a fool of myself.." You said quietly before you began to unpack and put things away.
The room was nice, surprisingly. It was decorated with things you liked, thanks to Changbin. The bed was situated in a corner of the room with matching beside table, a lamp sitting on top. There was a dresser at the end of the bed and directly across from it on the other side of the room was a desk, where you had put a laptop and some books the school was lending to you. There were a few photos of your birth parents sitting on the desk as well, slightly damaged from the rough years brought onto them.
After exploring the room a bit, you took a seat down on the comfy bed, then flopped back into the sheets. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes.
Sleep...
You decided to skip out on movie night, tired from all the traveling you did to get here. Not only that but your first day of classes began tomorrow, and so did your first day of work at that little pizza place down the road. You heard it's good. You don't know, you'll just have to wait and see tomorrow.
A/N: So here is a little something to honor the birthday of Stray Kids leader Bangchan
Warnings: Smut
"Another 10 minutes then Felix and Chan will be here," Hyunjin said and everyone got ready. You are throwing a party for Chan even though he had told you that he would rather invite you all for dinner. Unfortunately, he didn't know that you had planned this party months ago and that no one could talk you out of it. You heard Felix and Chan standing in front of the door of the dome and wait until the door opened.
Chan came in and everyone shouted "Happy Birthday Chan" Chan stared at you and rolled his eyes. He would probably say that none of this was necessary, but his happy smile already made his words lie.
"You shouldn't have, guys," he really said and you had to giggle softly. Typical Chan. You took his hand and pulled him further into his dorm. You had decorated everything with decorations and built a small buffet. Chan looked at everything and his grin got even wider. You could see his joy. He often didn't believe that you loved him so much.
"So now we can eat and celebrate?" Han asked and Chan nodded. Jeongin turned on the music and everyone started to eat and chat. Chan took you to the sofa and together you talked to the others for a while. It was very relaxed. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that Chan was eating things from the buffet. They were only his favorite things and you had made them together with the others. After a few hours, the boys started giving him presents. Chan unwrapped them and was happy about the things.
You stood up and got your present for Chan. You had bought him another new hard drive and a photo album. In the album were memories that you had collected with him. Chan smiled and kissed you after he opened his gift. The rest of the evening passed similarly. You ate, you talked and had fun.
When you and Chan were in his bed, he noticed that the other members were sleeping in another room. He wanted to ask you why they were not there, but you locked the door and turned to him. You played soft music and started to move towards it. You took Chan's hand and led him to his bed. Then you put a striptease in front of him. But you stopped when you only wore underwear. You looked at Chan and noticed that his eyes had darkened and he licked his lips more often.
"Do you like what you see?" you asked and he nodded. His friend seemed to like it too, because he was also beginning to notice. You let yourself fall on your knees in front of him and undo his trousers. Together with his boxer you took them off and let his member go. Carefully, as if it were something precious, you took him in your hand and stroked him. Chan looked down on you and grinned at you crookedly. When he got really hard, you took his tip in your mouth first. Again and again you licked at him and after a short while you heard Chan moaning in frustration. He reached into your hair and pressed your head deeper on his member. You knew he would do this and started to suck him harder. Chan let his head fall back as you circled your tongue and massaged his balls. He enjoyed every second of that look and came moaning into your mouth. He pulled you onto his lap, where you were greeted by his hard member again.
"Y/N you feel so good" he said and pulled you into a kiss. You returned the kiss with the same passion as he did. Hot your tongues danced together and you suppressed a moan. Chan put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him. He let his hip circle to your still clothed center and happily he realized that you were ready for him. He let one of his fingers move to your center and pushed your panties to the side. Chan went through your slit a few times and then released the kiss. "So wet for Daddy?" he asked, grinning at you.
He put his fingers to his mouth and licked them off. You could only watch the whole thing with big eyes. Chan giggled darkly and brought his fingers back to your middles. Slowly he let them circle and carefully pushed a finger inside you. You moaned in his ear and he giggled again. He moved his finger at a slow pace and slowly you became impatient.
"Well, who can't wait?" he asked as you moved your own hip. Chan turned so that you were lying on the bed and perfectly laid out for him. He pushed your panties down and you got goose bumps when the cold air hit your middle. He also opened your bra and dropped it on the floor. His shirt followed soon and he pushed himself over you. He kissed you and put his fingers inside you again. This time he used three to widen you. When he had widened you enough, he took a condom and carefully penetrated you. You moaned as you felt him fill and stretch you. You clawed his shoulders as he began to move. You moaned his name as he became faster and faster.
You covered his chest with kisses and played with his nipples. Chan moaned and pulled you closer to him to push deeper into you. He hit the point inside you and you came over his cock. Chan couldn't hold himself back either and came too. He pulled himself out of you and disposed of the condom. Then he came back to you and embraced your face. Slowly and deeply he kissed you.
Chan broke away from you and smiled at you.
"That was a very nice birthday Y/N. I liked this gift the most." You knew that he didn't just mean the sex, but also the fact that you were with him and trusted him so much.
"I love you Chan" Chan leaned over to you again and kissed you Then he pulled you closer to his chest and stroked your hair until one of you fell asleep.
