• you don't believe that spiderman is real. who would believe that a masked vigilante just popped out of nowhere, started shooting webs and swinging through Seoul saving people, in spandex?? and most of all, you wouldn't bel ieve that said "spiderman" would have any correlation with han jisung, that's just a load of nonsense!
•spiderhan x academicrival!reader, read chapter warnings!
cyber-sēx! b.c
•oh great. your roommate bailed on you right before the new month's payment, and you need to find a new roommate asap. lucky for you, chan came (literally) to your rescue. he's charming enough, and more importantly, pays rent on time. you've agreed to split rent by half, but rent won't be the only thing getting split in half, because he's hiding a big secret. and no, not just the one in his pants.
•NSFW!! camboy!chan x reader, pure filth
all's fair in love and war! b.c
•you hate chan, and when you get paired up with him for an ‘authentic workplace relationships’ campaign, you almost quit at the spot. girl, it's like HR's got it out for you. but when you hear that participants get free food and a bonus, you reluctantly agree, not that you really have a choice. what you didnt put in account, though, was that you're gonna have to be all lovey dovey with your nemesis on camera. so chan strikes up a deal, fake dating till the campaign is over. whats the worse that could happen?
•SFW! workplace romance
1-800-hot-n-fun b.c
•you have a hot plug, and you have a little routine with him by now, he comes over, you smoke and do..other things, then he leaves without payment cuz you offered it in said other ways, duh!
• NSFW! drug use, fwb
after hours b.c
•working with chan at the studio late one night after everyone had left was sure to break the rising tensions between you two—you arent complaining, though!
•NSFW! producer!reader
kissing n' hope they caught us! k.sm
•you hated Seungmin, Seungmin hated you, you tell your best friend you wouldn't be caught dead kissing him, he thrives on getting on your nerves...maybe this typa' love the epitome.
•NSFW! academicrival!seungmin
see you again h.hj
•you caught hyunjin's attention at a concert and he hasnt been able to get you off his mind since, but as fate would have it, he sees you again at a cafe.
•SFW! idol!hyunjin x artist!reader
you can't make me act right! y.j
•y'know what he said to you? he said "it's just a slice of cheesecake" which is wrong. it's not. and now you're ignoring him. how does he make it up to you? he eats you out. and he enjoys it far more than he enjoyed that cheesecake.
•NSFW! established relationship
Ill be going out with a bang! l.f
•girl, 5 successful heists? congratulations, you've got officer felix on your ass. and he WILL won't get you. even if it means getting cuffed under him...in an alley? just how will you be getting out of this one..
•NSFW! theif!reader, porno ahh
dumb dumb! h.js
•you and jisung have been dating for a while now and he can't stop talking about you to, well, anyone who would listen. and so of course he has to introduce you to his best friend! only catch is..his best friend is actually your older brother.
•sfw! fluff, crack
fuck it, guess we both aint shit! b.c
• being fwb with someone you have feelings for is hard, even harder when he's a douchbag who doesn't even bother introducing you as a friend, like where is the friends in friends with benefits? well, it's none existent now, because you're about to be more than friends, he just needed a little wake up call.
•NSFW!, jealousy, possessiveness, fwb!chan
we almost broke up again last night b.c
• bullshit repeats itself, is that how the saying goes?
•suggestive, toxic relationship, angst (ish)
take a look at my girlfriend — she's the only one I got!
• times skz members got it on and they proudly showed you off as their girlfriend
• sfw!, ot8 (separate) x reader, fluff
I'm in a reckless fever!
• skz under anesthesia
•sfw! ot8 (separate) x reader, fluff
drabbles:
•dad!chan | another (SFW)
•pervhusband!chan (NSFW)
•chan w a tongue piercing | another (NSFW)
•c*m right on me, I mean camaraderie (b.c NSFW)
•husband!jisung (SFW, crack)
•timeout (SFW, dad!jisung, crack)
•he might not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches! (h.js, NSFW)
•all on my tongue I want it! (h.js, suggestive)
•i could do alot with 15 minutes! (b.c, NSFW)
•if that ain't love then I don't know what love is (b.c, SFW)
•feelin' on my body while he rub up on my titties (b.c, NSFW)
•spit in my mouth, look in my eyes (b.c, NSFW)
•cuz I aint nothin' but a nasty dog (b.c, NSFW)
•girl I aint one for begging but now you got me begging (b.c, NSFW)
•i wanna get freaky on camera! (b.c, NSFW)
•haven't you heard? I'm the internet girl! (b.c, NSFW)
maria’s note: all the fanfics listed below contain explicit scenes, so MDNI! these authors are all incredibly talented writers whom I’ve always admired, so don’t forget to show them plenty of love!! 🤍
making love by @chandora
apartment #203 by @skzfflovers
drink it up by @skzfflovers
fantasy by @elylyyy
walk him like a dog by @emmiesoverthemoon
risky text by @stryscribbles
‘cause this type of love’s the epitome by @kloversung
attention by @hanjinology
fire vs. fire by @joyracha
messy by @ghostlyscripture
target acquired by @ghostlyscripture
i like it by @skzophreniic
the third mug (3 parts) by @skzophreniic
national anthem by @seospicybin
for your recommendation by @seospicybin
burning love by @starlostjisung
the birthday game by @starlostjisung
the friend i love by @starlostjisung
needy by @ysljoon
fwb seungmin by @jisunggy
rainy day by @moch3rii
you shook me by @1nthedarknessofthenight
as we are (5 parts) by @leeknowlore
I’M IN LOVE WITH THOSE AUTHORS SO PLS SHOW THEM SUPPORT AND LOVE, THEY’RE AMAZING 🤍🫶🏻
SYNOPSIS: L/N Y/N doesn’t remember a time where she couldn’t see and communicate with the spirits of the dead— amongst other things. But, while many considered her abilities to be a gift, she considered them a curse and for a majority of her life she wished to be normal. Upon entering university, she opened her blog ofchaosandspirits as an outlet and a way to try to come to terms with her abilities. Under the pseudonym “Eris” she writes about her experiences with the supernatural and uses her knowledge to give advice to others on how to deal with it.
So when Yang Jeongin messages “Eris” asking for help Y/N doesn’t think much of it. She takes it as another person needing help with a typical, everyday haunting. But she quickly finds out that Jeongin’s case isn’t just that. That his problems run so, so much deeper than she could ever imagine. Something much more sinister is at play and now it’s up to Y/N to figure out what.
WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Mature/ Dark themes. Violence. Gore(ish). Kidnapping. Murder. Heavy, potentially triggering themes. Mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts/ tendencies, self harm and eating disorders. Demons. Sacrifices. Sacrilege. Blasphemy. Witchcraft. Member x Member. Poly! relationships. Potential smut.
STATUS: Ongoing…
— START DATE: February 13, 2026.
— END DATE: TBA.
AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤︎: Aaand we’re back once again baby🤩. I’m excited to get back into this.
Please read the warnings thoroughly. Trust me when I say it’s not as bad as it may sound but there are definitely triggering subjects included in this work. Also this is FICTION so please don’t take anything here as fact.
Also, I’ll be putting asks and random facts/posts under the tag #ocas from now on. So if you have any questions or theories please don’t hesitate to send them in. I would love to know what you all think <3.
your new roommate has the body of a literal greek god and the heart of a gentleman. you never expected to want him in more ways than one, but a sudden incident sparks a craving you can't ignore — and a little 'extracurricular practice' lands you straight onto his cock.
#002 — he in my tummy, bye bye to my ribs
watching your best friend get bigger and bigger was a test of patience you were already losing. who knew a little praise slipping from his mouth would be the exact thing to break you, leaving you whimpering under him ?
𑣲 minho .ᐟ
#001 — rockstar
his voice on stage is pure sin, but you’re the only one he wants to ruin tonight. the second he steps into the dark, that heavy focus shifts, making you completely helpless under him.
#002 — the pleasure is all ours ft. jisung
confessing your feelings to your best friend is hard enough. but confessing to two — especially when they’re already in a relationship together ? it feels impossible. except, it isn't. because they want you right between them just as much as you want them — and the pleasure is all theirs.
#003 — zero eight zero one
having minho in the flat right beside yours means there's nowhere to hide from the tension. a single wall is the only thing keeping you apart, and it’s only a matter of time before that thin line completely disappears.
chapter 1: a loafer full of fur
chapter 2: a crumble in the shared wall
chapter 3: a splash on the composure
chapter 4: a dent in the pillows
chapter 5: a tremor in the proximity
chapter 6: a breach through the lace
chapter 7: a sizzle in the resolve
chapter 8: a graze of the lips
bonus: smau
#004 — knuckle in — i meant, buckle in
being a brat was fun until minho decided to teach you a lesson. now, there is no running and no backing out — all you can do is buckle in and find yourself completely at his mercy.
𑣲 changbin .ᐟ
#001 — jackhammered
he overheard every single word you said to your friend, and now there’s no taking it back. he’s ready to make you live through it —no slowing down, no breathing room, just him taking exactly what he wants while you beg for a single breath.
𑣲 hyunjin .ᐟ
#001 — buckle up, buttercup
it started with a simple invitation for a late-night drive, but the second your boyfriend pulls over, the tension completely shifts. he looks at you with that slow, dangerous smirk — knowing you have absolutely no idea what you just stepped into.
#002 — gimme gimme more
continents apart, and he still manages to completely ruin you. with nothing but his text commands guiding your hands, he slowly pushes you over the edge — leaving you breathless, undone, and completely at the mercy of his words.
𑣲 han .ᐟ
#001 — lollipop ?
a single look from him is enough to make you completely forget what you were saying. you think you're the one playing games, but he’s just waiting for the perfect moment to taste exactly how sweet you can be.
#002 — the pleasure is all ours ft. minho
confessing your feelings to your best friend is hard enough. but confessing to two — especially when they’re already in a relationship together ? it feels impossible. except, it isn't. because they want you right between them just as much as you want them — and the pleasure is all theirs.
#003 — thick thighs save lives (pt.1)
the quiet yearning and academic rivalry were easy to maintain — until the lines between the classroom and the screen completely blurred. the secret you've been hiding behind a camera is about to collide head-on with the boy sitting next to you in the library. will he finally connect the dots and turn his wildest, late-night support into a shameless reality ?
#004 — can your thighs and my face have a meet-cute ? (pt.2)
the moment the masks come off, there is no going back to just being top-of-the-class rivals. discovering that the boy you’ve been pining for in real life is the same one worshiping you behind a screen changes everything. the hesitation is completely gone, and he’s ready to trade the quiet library stares for something incredibly enticing, proving exactly how loud things can get when your worlds finally collide.
𑣲 felix .ᐟ
coming soon
𑣲 seungmin .ᐟ
#001 — 'cause this type of love's the epitome
academic rivalry doesn't mean a thing when the library door clicks locked. between the quiet stacks, the strict self-control he’s famous for completely vanishes. your books are slammed shut, his hands are on your waist, and the only thing left to do is stifle your breaths against his skin before you get caught.
𑣲 jeongin .ᐟ
#001 — i let him taste it, now he diabetic
best friends aren't supposed to ask questions that make your breath hitch. but the second you admit, the boundaries shatter. he doesn't hesitate, dropping to his knees to show you exactly what you've been missing — and discovering a sweetness he never plans on giving up.
in which your friend felix introduces you to his friend group. you immediately know you're not going to get along with their leader. he's arrogant, controlling and becoming your number one enemy. but neither of you can deny the deep-rooted desire for each other.
mdni!
warnings: heavy sexual themes, enemies, fem reader, jerking off, mentions of porn, name calling (bitch/whore/slut), a little sprinkle of degradation, deep throating (choking on his cock), use of toys (vibrator), oral, fingering, marks (hickeys/bites), bondage, safe words, spanking, unprotected sex, breeding (let me know if i forgot anything), mentions of food
wc: 9.6k
based on this drabble
felix should have warned you before introducing you to his group. instead, he had only grinned the entire drive over, one hand lazily drumming against the steering wheel while saying things like “just don’t let chan scare you off.” as if that could have prepared you for what would happen.
but you understood the second you walked in. the room shifted around him. conversations paused when he spoke. people looked at him before making decisions. even sitting back against the couch with one arm slung over the backrest, chan carried himself like he owned the place and everyone inside it.
and apparently, everyone let him.
your first impression of him settled quickly: arrogant. controlling. the kind of man who expected obedience simply because he existed.
his first impression of you formed just as fast. too observant.
he noticed the way your eyes tracked everything, the way you watched interactions instead of trying to force yourself into them. most people met him and got nervous. eager to please. careful with their words.
you didn’t. worse, you looked at him like something didn't sit right.
felix introduced you with an easy grin, entirely unaware of the tension that sparked the moment chan’s gaze landed on you.
chan leaned back slightly, eyes dragging over you once before he gave a curt nod. “heard a lot about you.” you smiled politely but your tone sounded anything but. “ditto.”
a few people in the room choked on their drinks. felix looked between the two of you like he’d just realised he accidentally lit a match near gasoline.
chan's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. and that was the beginning of it.
after that, it became a pattern, predictable in the most irritating way possible. every time you showed up, chan noticed immediately.
it didn’t matter if he was mid-conversation, or across the room pretending not to pay attention, the second you walked in, his focus shifted. like some invisible thread pulled tight between you.
you noticed it too. the way his eyes found you first. always. and somehow, every single interaction between the two of you turned into a fight.
“we’re ordering from rossi’s,” chan announced one night from the kitchen, barely glancing up from his phone. “rossi’s is awful,” you said immediately.
a silence fell over the room. han muttered, “oh, here we go.” chan looked up slowly. “awful?”
“their pasta tastes microwaved.”
“it’s italian. one of the only italian places around here."
“that doesn’t automatically make it good.”
he stared at you for a second too long before scoffing softly. “you always this difficult?”
you leaned against the counter. “you always this bossy?”
his mouth twitched, like he was trying not to smile.
that should’ve warned you. because after that, he started seeking you out. deliberately.
if you sat somewhere, suddenly chan needed that exact spot. if you disagreed with something, he’d argue just to keep you talking longer. if someone else interrupted your banter, he looked annoyed by it.
and the worst part? you kept engaging. every single time.
“move,” he told you one evening when you stole his usual seat on the couch. you looked up from your drink. “there are six other places to sit.”
“that’s my spot.”
you scoffed, “sounds made up.” the room went quiet again. felix was already grinning into his drink.
chan stepped closer, towering over the couch while you refused to move even an inch. “you enjoy testing me.”
“you enjoy acting like a fucking dictator.”
“someone has to keep order around here.”
you snorted. “order? how dramatic."
his eyes narrowed. yours sparkled with amusement.
and there it was again, that awful little pull between irritation and entertainment that neither of you seemed capable of escaping.
because no matter how much chan acted annoyed by you, he kept looking for reasons to provoke you. he’d throw comments your way from across the room just to watch you snap back.
he learned exactly what got reactions out of you. the fastest way to make you glare. the quickest way to make you roll your eyes. the comments that made your lips twitch because you were trying not to laugh.
and god, he loved when you laughed. especially if it was usually at his expense.
“you know,” you said one night after he interrupted somebody for the fifth time, “normal people let others finish speaking.”
“normal people have useful things to say.”
you groaned in annoyance, “see? this is exactly why i can’t stand you.”
“funny." he drawled, eyes fixed on you over the rim of his drink, “why do you keep talking to me then?"
your stomach flipped annoyingly hard at that. because he was right. you looked away before anyone noticed the heat crawling into your face.
but later that night, while everyone else talked around him, you caught chan watching you from the other side of the room, completely focused, making it feel far more dangerous than the arguing ever had.
chan realised something was wrong the first time you followed him without actually being there.
he was at the studio, headphones hanging around his neck while he stared blankly at the unfinished track glowing on the monitor in front of him. one hand tapped impatiently against the desk. the bass loop repeated. and repeated. and repeated.
all because his brain kept replaying something stupid you’d said three nights ago. “you always act like you’re in charge even when nobody asked you to be.”
he could still hear the smugness in your voice. could still picture the look on your face when you’d said it.
“for fuck’s sake,” he muttered under his breath, dragging both hands over his face. it was ridiculous. you were ridiculous. annoying. argumentative. impossible.
so why the hell was he thinking about you while trying to work? even worse, why did the thought of you make his chest tighten strangely?
he shoved the feeling away immediately. hatred. obviously. that had to be what this was.
except hatred usually didn’t make his pulse jump every time his phone lit up with a message in the group chat, secretly hoping it was you.
hatred shouldn't make his cock hard. and it definitely shouldn't make his thoughts slip to you when he was jerking off.
hatred shouldn’t have made him notice your absence the second he walked into felix’s apartment friday night.
he asked about you before he could stop himself. felix looked up so fast it was almost suspicious. “damn,” he said slowly. “you didn’t even say hi first.”
chan frowned immediately. “i was just asking.” felix smirked at that, “sure you were.”
he ignored the grin spreading across felix’s face and scanned the room again anyway. you weren’t there. and suddenly, the night felt off. quieter, less entertaining. he hated that most of all.
and once he noticed it, he couldn’t stop noticing it. every room he entered, his eyes searched for you automatically. every conversation felt slightly duller when you weren’t interrupting him halfway through it. every joke landed flatter when it wasn’t making you roll your eyes.
it got worse after that. at the gym, he caught himself thinking about the way you looked at him whenever you argued, so... unimpressed. like you enjoyed challenging him just as much as he enjoyed provoking you.
this was the first time he felt the pressing need to jerk off. to the thought of you.
he rushed home from the gym, cock already half-hard in his pants. had been for the past hour. even an ice-cold shower did nothing.
he dropped his gym back to the floor, making his way to his room immediately, dropping onto his bed. he ran his hands over his face, grabbing his hair.
"fuck you." he said into the empty room before grabbing his hard on through his shorts, squeezing it.
he didn't want to do it, jerking off to you. his pride, his ego, screamed at him to stop. to not do this with you on his mind. he grabbed his phone, unlocking it with one hand while his other slipped into his pants.
porn should do it. watching any other chick, hearing her moans instead of your fucking laugh in his mind. porn used to be his remedy when his mind wouldn't shut up about you. but right now it did nothing. he only saw you. only heard you.
he groaned in frustration, closing the tab on his phone, forcing his hand to stop working his cock. it twitched desperately in his fist, demanding more.
he wanted to text you. to tell you to stop invading his thoughts. tell you how much he hated you. for being so fucking mouthy. for making it impossible for him to jerk off properly. to demand you to do something about it. but he knew you'd only mock him for it.
his thumb moved on its own as it opened his photo gallery. he didn't notice what he was searching for until he found pictures of the last time you hung out with the group.
he loved the shirt you were wearing back then. loved how it made your tits look. fuck. suddenly he was thinking about your tits, wondering what they'd feel like in his hands. he imagined you arching your back, leaning into the touch as he grabbed them, squeezed them, pinched your nipples until you were whimpering.
his hand started moving on his cock again without him realising. his mind was too far gone. he thought about swirling his tongue around your nipples, sucking on them, wondering what your moans would sound like.
but he didn't only want to suck your nipples. he wanted to suck the soft flesh surrounding them. sucking, biting until it left a mark. right on your precious tit. he'd cover you in them, leaving marks all over you. fuck, you'd look so beautiful when he was done with you.
he noticed his fist jerking his cock only when he groaned involuntarily, his eyes fixated on the screen, on the picture of you. he wanted you. needed you. so bad it made his balls tighten.
he felt his orgasm approaching. fuck no, he couldn't cum to the thought of you. no matter how many times he thought of you while jerking off, he always managed to distract himself enough, think of anything but you when he found his release.
but right now he couldn't stop. couldn't stop imagining leaving his marks on you. he wanted to spank you until your butt cheeks were all red and covered in his handprints. finally making you realise who was in fucking charge.
the thought of you surrendering to him, to having his way with you, finally made him come undone. he gave his cock a few more strokes, tearing his gaze away from his phone, head thrown back against the pillow. and he blew his fucking load to the thought of you, whispering your name into the dark room.
after that, chan started gravitating towards you unconsciously. if you were in the kitchen, suddenly he needed a drink. if you were outside, he somehow ended up outside too. if you sat on the couch, he’d lean against the wall closest to you without even realising it. and then there was the hugging thing.
god, he hated the hugging thing. you hugged everyone. felix. the other members. friends arriving. friends leaving. everyone except him.
the first time he noticed it, irritation flared so fast it startled him. the second time, it became impossible not to watch.
you’d grin at somebody, arms wrapping around them casually while chan stood nearby pretending not to care. pretending not to notice. pretending he didn’t immediately wonder what it would feel like if you touched him like that. if your tits pressed against him. your scent surrounding him.
it got even worse when someone else made you laugh. especially men.
one night, seungmin had you nearly doubled over at the kitchen counter, laughing so hard you grabbed his arm for balance.
chan felt something ugly twist in his chest. before he even realised what he was doing, he crossed the room. “what’s so funny?” he asked flatly.
your laughter faded slightly as you looked up at him.“nothing you’d enjoy.”
“try me.”
"you don’t have a sense of humor.”
seungmin laughed awkwardly before quickly excusing himself the second chan looked at him.
coward.
you narrowed your eyes immediately. “did you just scare him off?”
“if he got scared that easily, that’s his problem.”
“you’re unbelievable.”
“then stop talking to me.” he said quietly, stepping closer.
the words settled heavily between you. your expression flickered for half a second. and christ, that was another problem entirely.
because lately, every time you looked at him, he forgot for a moment that this was supposed to be hatred at all.
a few days later, a heavy summer storm hit the city. and it had gotten bad fast.
rain hammered against the streets hard enough to blur the city lights, thunder rumbling low and heavy overhead while you hurried towards the studio building with your jacket pulled uselessly over your head. you and felix had made plans to go out for dinner after the studio tonight.
by the time security let you upstairs after recognising you as “one of felix’s people,” you were completely soaked. your shoes squeaked against the floor as you pushed open the studio door with an exhausted sigh already forming, only for it to die immediately when you saw who was inside.
chan sat alone in the swivel chair in front of the mixing desk, one arm resting against the armrest while music played quietly through the speakers.
of course. you sighed dramatically. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”
he glanced over his shoulder lazily. “nice to see you too.”
“where’s felix?”
“not here, obviously.”
you rolled your eyes, already pulling your phone out.“helpful as always.”
“i try.” but when chan turned fully in the chair, whatever sarcastic response he’d been about to make stopped short.
his eyes dragged over you slowly. rainwater clung to your clothes, your shirt damp enough to stick to your skin, droplets still sliding down your neck and disappearing beneath the fabric. his dick twitched. for once, chan looked genuinely speechless.
your stomach flipped annoyingly at the expression on his face. “take a picture,” you muttered.
his jaw tightened immediately, like he’d just been caught doing something illegal. before he could answer, your phone buzzed.
felix: « storm’s too bad. roads are fucked. can’t make it tonight sorry 😭»
you stared at the message in disbelief. “you’re joking.”
“what?”
“felix bailed.”
chan snorted softly. “smartest thing he’s done all week.”
and then the power cut out. the room dropped into darkness instantly. you jumped hard enough to knock your knee against the couch beside you. “shit—”
a laugh echoed through the dark. “you scared of a little darkness?”
“absolutely not.”
“you literally jumped just now.”
a flashlight flicked on a second later, illuminating the room dimly from below as chan leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too entertained by your suffering. the lighting made him look unfairly attractive. which only irritated you further.
“what, no candles around?” you asked dryly. “could make this whole thing a little cosier.”
his brows lifted. “this is a fucking studio.”
“and?”
“not exactly a place that calls for romance.”
you snorted. “pity. you probably bang a lot of chicks here considering you’re basically married to the studio. could’ve at least provided them with ambiance.”
chan barked out a laugh at that. an actual laugh. "trust me,” he said, eyes glinting in the flashlight glow, “i don’t need romance for that.”
“oh, i’m sure your personality alone does all the heavy lifting.”
“you saying i’m charming?”
“i’m saying you’re bossy. probably sucking up to people if you want something.”
he shook his head slowly, still staring at you in that intense way that always made your heartbeat feel uneven.
outside, thunder cracked loudly enough to rattle the windows. you crossed your arms instinctively, suppressing a shiver.
unfortunately, chan noticed immediately. his eyes narrowed slightly as another tremor ran through you. “you’re freezing.”
“i’m fine.”
“you’re shaking.”
“wow,” you deadpanned, “your observational skills are incredible.”
he rolled his eyes before reaching behind him blindly, grabbing a black sweater from the couch and tossing it towards you.
it hit your chest. you looked down at it suspiciously. then back at him. “…you own sweaters? wow. didn't expect that with you always running around in your stupid tank tops." you loved the stupid tank tops.
“hilarious.”
you held the sweater between two fingers. “this thing probably reeks of ego.”
“put the fucking hoodie on.”
you snorted softly, still not moving. “i think i’d rather suffer.”
“christ,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “stop being so fucking stubborn.”
“make me.” the words slipped out too naturally. too easily. and the second they did, the room changed.
chan went still. the flashlight from his phone cast shadows across his face as his eyes locked onto yours with dangerous intensity.
your pulse skipped. his gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before lifting again. slowly. oh, he knew exactly how to make you less stubborn.
“careful,” he said quietly. your breath caught despite yourself.
but instead of backing down, you tilted your head slightly. “or what?”
his eyes darkened slightly at that. the storm outside seemed louder suddenly, rain hammering against the windows while the studio sat in near darkness around you.
chan leaned back slowly in the chair, one hand still holding his phone loosely against his thigh. “you really don’t know when to stop talking.”
you clutched the sweater against your chest. “you say that like you aren’t the one constantly starting arguments with me.”
“because you make it easy.”
“or maybe you’re obsessed with hearing yourself speak.”
he laughed quietly under his breath. “see?” he murmured. “there it is.”
“what?”
“that mouth.”
heat crept annoyingly up your neck. you tried to ignore it. “you mean the one that hurts your feelings every other day?” you said sweetly.
“please.” his gaze dragged over you again, slow enough to make your stomach tighten. “if anything, i think you enjoy getting my attention.”
you scoffed immediately. “you’re unbelievable.”
“you came here soaked out of your mind during a storm.”
“to see felix.”
“sure.”
“god, your ego is exhausting.”
“and yet you ended up alone with me.”
the words landed heavier than they should have. you hated that your heartbeat reacted instantly. and chan noticed, your flushed face making him way more aroused than it should.
his eyes narrowed slightly, like he was studying every tiny shift in your expression.
“you know what your problem is?” you said, mostly to regain control of the conversation.
“enlighten me.”
“you think everybody wants you.”
one corner of his mouth pulled upward. “you saying you don’t?”
your breath caught for half a second. just enough. his expression changed immediately the moment he noticed. to satisfaction? or interest? something far more dangerous underneath both.
“wow,” he said softly. “that almost sounded convincing.” you glared at him. “you’re insufferable.”
“and you’re nervous.”
“i’m cold.”
“right.” his voice dipped lower on the word. you hated the way it affected you. hated the way the flashlight glow caught against his jaw, the way his eyes stayed fixed on you like he was trying to peel apart every reaction you had.
outside, thunder cracked again. you instinctively stepped closer to him. not close enough to touch. but close enough for him to notice.
a mistake. because chan's gaze dropped briefly to your bare legs before lifting back to your face.
“put the fucking sweater on,” he said quietly this time. “why? worried about me?”
his eyes held yours. “more than i should be.”
the room went painfully still after that. your pulse stumbled hard enough to make you angry.
you ended up leaving the studio an hour later once the rain calmed enough to be manageable again. not before chan practically shoved the sweater at you a second time after catching you trying to hand it back. “put it the fuck on,” he said flatly.
“wow. so caring.”
“don’t flatter yourself.”
you rolled your eyes, but you still wore it out into the storm. and annoyingly enough, by the time you got home, you realised it smelled exactly like him.
cedar wood and clean laundry. you hated that.
hated it even more when you caught yourself pulling the sleeves over your hands and burying your face into the fabric for half a second while kicking your shoes off near the door.
“oh, this is bad,” you muttered to yourself immediately. because now your apartment smelled faintly like chan too.
meanwhile, back at the studio, chan sat alone in the chair staring at his phone like it had personally offended him. the power had returned twenty minutes ago. music played softly through the speakers again. but he hadn’t gotten any work done since you left.
his mind kept replaying the way you looked wearing his sweater. sleeves hanging past your hands.
your hair still slightly damp from the rain.
fuck.
he scrubbed a hand over his face aggressively. this was getting ridiculous. you were annoying. stubborn. mouthy. constantly arguing with him.
he did not fucking care whether you got home safe. so why was he still staring at your contact like a man possessed? his thumb hovered over the keyboard. stopped. started again. stopped.
don’t text her. seriously. don’t. you’d never let him live it down.
he tossed the phone onto the desk. picked it back up thirty seconds later. “for fuck’s sake,” he muttered.
before he could overthink it again, his fingers moved.
chan: « got home okay? »
he stared at the message the second it sent, immediate regret settling in. what the hell was wrong with him? his phone buzzed less than a minute later. and despite himself, his heart kicked hard against his ribs.
« no actually. died halfway there. »
his mouth twitched instantly. god. there it was again. that stupid rush every time you answered him.
« tragic. hope my hoodie survived though. »
you snorted softly to yourself while curling further into your couch.
« barely. still reeks of your fucking ego. »
he leaned back in the chair, smiling before he could stop himself, like an idiot.
« you still wearing it? »
your eyes narrowed at the message.
« why? you miss it? »
three dots appeared almost immediately. disappeared. appeared again. you stared at your screen way too intently.
« maybe i just don’t trust you with my clothes. »
heat crept into your face annoyingly fast.
« relax. i’m not trying to steal your precious hoodie. »
« already did. »
your stomach flipped. you hated how much you liked this version of him. because somehow, over text, the banter felt even more entertaining. like all his attention narrowed directly onto you. you bit your lip before typing back.
« you this annoying with everyone or am i special? »
this time, his reply took longer. far longer. chan stared at the message for a while, jaw tightening slightly because the answer came too easily.
you’re the only person who talks back.
you’re the only one i think about this much.
you’re the only one who gets under my skin.
instead, he typed:
« don’t let it get to your head. »
a couple days later, you found yourself back at the studio again. mostly because felix had begged you to bring him lunch after claiming he was “seconds away from starving to death.” dramatic.
you sat cross-legged on the couch while felix inhaled noodles beside you, rambling about some artist they'd been working with while music played quietly through the speakers.
you were halfway through making fun of him for nearly setting the break room microwave on fire earlier when the studio door opened.
and immediately, your attention shifted. chan walked in wearing all black, headphones hanging around his neck, one hand pushing through his hair tiredly before his eyes landed on you.
his expression barely changed. but his heartbeat did. fast enough to irritate him instantly. because there you were again, sitting comfortably in his space like you belonged there now. laughing, talking, wearing that exact expression that always made him want to argue with you just to keep your attention on him longer.
“look who decided to show up,” you said casually.
“look who keeps invading my studio.”
felix looked between the two of you with immediate interest.
chan dropped into the chair across from you before his eyes narrowed slightly. “did you bring my hoodie?” you blinked innocently. “no.” his brows lifted. “no?”
“that’s what i said.”
“you keeping it now?”
you snorted softly. “maybe i like it.”
his gaze flickered over you slowly. "should i be worried?”
“depends,” you said lightly. “you emotionally attached to it?”
“not usually.”
felix looked absolutely delighted. “jesus christ,” he whispered to himself.
you ignored him. mostly because chan was still staring at you with that infuriatingly focused expression that made you feel overly aware of yourself.
“i can go get it right now if you’re gonna be dramatic about it,” you said.
the smart response would’ve been no. he knew that. he should’ve said: don’t bother. it’s just a hoodie. bring it whenever.
instead, his mouth betrayed him. “go ahead.”
you stared at him for a second before laughing in disbelief. “you are such a fucking pain in the ass.”
“you took my hoodie.”
“you told me to wear it!"
“didn’t say permanently.”
you narrowed your eyes at him while felix openly watched the exchange like live entertainment. “see?” you muttered. “this is exactly what i mean. you always need things your way.”
“and you always pretend you don’t like giving me a hard time.”
“i could think of a million things i'd rather do.”
“sure.” god, that smug look on his face made you want to throw something at him.
instead, you leaned back against the couch dramatically. “well, too bad. i’m not going home right now just because you snapped your fingers.”
his jaw twitched slightly. “fine,” he said after a second. “i’ll pick it up tonight after the studio.”
your heart stumbled instantly, hard enough to genuinely piss you off. because suddenly all you could think about was chan standing inside your apartment. wearing that look, talking to you in that low voice, being alone with you again.
you forced yourself to stay casual. “fine.” but the word came out thinner than you intended.
his eyes stayed on you for one extra second too long before the corner of his mouth tilted upward slightly, satisfied. like he’d already figured out exactly what that idea did to you too.
a little after eight, your phone buzzed. you stared at the notification longer than necessary.
« address. »
your thumbs hovered over the keyboard while your heartbeat steadily picked up speed. this was a bad idea. letting chan into your apartment, alone, at night, after whatever the hell had been happening between you lately, felt objectively stupid.
his hoodie sat freshly washed and perfectly folded on your desk like evidence of a problem you refused to acknowledge. you should’ve just brought it to the studio earlier.
after another minute of overthinking, you sent him your address anyway. the three dots appeared almost immediately.
« be there in thirty. »
your stomach flipped. “this is so fucking stupid,” you muttered to yourself. and yet you still fixed your hair before he arrived. fucking pathetic.
exactly thirty minutes later, there was a knock at your door. of course he was punctual. you had no idea why the smallest thing about him annoyed you this much.
you grabbed the hoodie quickly before opening the door just enough to shove it towards him immediately. “here. now leave.”
chan looked down at the folded sweater in your hands before slowly lifting his eyes back to your face. “cute welcome.”
“you came for the hoodie. here it is."
instead of taking it right away, he leaned one arm against the doorframe casually. his gaze stayed fixed on you while he finally took the sweater from your hands. and then he noticed it. the scent. your detergent.
his fingers tightened slightly around the fabric. fuck. he hated how much he liked it. hated the immediate thought that crossed his mind.
you narrowed your eyes. “why are you looking at it like that?”
“nothing.”
“you’re literally glaring at your own hoodie.”
“i’m thinking.”
“dangerous hobby for someone like you.”
his mouth twitched. there it was again. that tiny almost-smile that only ever seemed to appear around you. “you washed it.”
“obviously.”
“didn’t think you had it in you.”
you scoffed immediately. “god, you’re annoying.”
“you say that every time you see me.”
“because it remains true every time i see you.”
he laughed quietly under his breath before his eyes drifted past you briefly into your apartment. “you gonna make me stand out here all night?”
“that was actually the plan.”
“rude.”
“you'll survive.” but despite the sarcasm, you stepped aside anyway.
the second chan walked past you, the atmosphere shifted. you shut the door quickly behind him before you could overthink the fact that you were now alone with him again.
his eyes landed on you again almost immediately. “you nervous?” he asked suddenly. you blinked. “what?”
“you keep fidgeting.” you immediately stopped moving out of spite. “you’re imagining things.”
“am i?”
“yes.”
he hummed softly, unconvinced. “interesting.”
“what is?”
“you only get defensive when i’m right.”
“and you only talk this much when you want attention.” his brows lifted slightly. "you think i want your attention?”
you laughed once in disbelief. “please. you practically orbit around me at this point.”
that hit harder than intended. you could tell immediately by the way his expression shifted.
chan stepped closer slowly, enough to make your pulse spike.
“careful,” he said quietly. “you’re sounding very confident for someone whose heart is racing right now.”
your breath caught. “you’re insufferable.”
“you already said that.”
“because you keep proving it.”
“then tell me why,” he murmured, eyes dropping briefly to your mouth, “you still let me in?"
the tension snapped tighter instantly.
“don’t flatter yourself,” you said, though your voice came out weaker than intended. “you came here for a hoodie.”
“right.” the way he said it made heat spread low in your stomach. because suddenly it very much did not feel like this was about the hoodie anymore.
the room felt unbearably small now. every sarcastic comment, every lingering glance, every argument between you two over the past weeks suddenly sat heavy in the air between you.
chan stayed close. close enough that you could see the tension in his jaw every time you opened your mouth again. which, naturally, only made you want to push him further.
“you know,” you said lightly, even though your pulse was completely betraying you now, “for someone who supposedly can’t stand me, you spend an awful lot of time in my personal space.”
his eyes narrowed. “you think this is me trying to be close to you?”
“i think you’re obsessed with annoying me.”
a humourless laugh left him. “trust me,” he murmured, “if i wanted to annoy you, you’d know.”
your stomach tightened hard at the tone of his voice. but you still crossed your arms stubbornly. “wow. terrifying.”
chan couldn't help but stare at your arms crossed over your tits. those goddamn tits. “you should be scared.”
“of what?”
his gaze locked onto yours completely. “of how much i’m trying not to lose my patience with you right now.”
the words hit like a physical thing, your breath catching slightly. his expression darkened. “there it is,” he said quietly. you swallowed once. “there’s what?”
“that look.”
“what look?”
“the one you get when you stop pretending you hate this.”
heat flooded your face instantly. “you’re delusional.”
“am i?” he stepped even closer. your back nearly brushed the edge of the counter behind you now. every instinct screamed at you to move. you didn’t. because despite the tension winding painfully tight in your chest, despite how impossible he was, you wanted him close.
“you talk too much,” chan muttered suddenly, eyes fixed on your mouth now instead of your eyes.
you scoffed softly, though it came out shakier than intended. “yet you’re always listening.”
“that’s the problem.” your heartbeat stumbled at his low voice. “do you have any idea,” he said slowly, “how fucking badly i want to shut that smart mouth of yours?”
silence crashed between you. your breath came shallow now. because suddenly all the tension between you two finally had a name. and judging by the way chan looked at you, he’d stopped trying to deny it entirely.
you should’ve stepped away. should’ve said something sarcastic. something sharp. something safe.
instead, your eyes flicked briefly to his lips before you whispered, far too softly: “what’s keeping you then?”
that was it. whatever restraint chan had left snapped instantly. his hand caught your jaw almost desperately before he crashed his mouth against yours. like he’d been holding himself back for weeks and finally lost the fight.
the kiss was all heat and frustration and ruined patience. you kissed him back immediately, fingers gripping the front of his shirt as his other hand braced against the counter beside you.
and god, chan kissed exactly how he argued: intense and demanding. like he tried to be in control even in the heat of the moment.
a quiet sound caught in his throat when you pulled him closer, like he couldn’t quite believe this was finally happening either.
his forehead pressed briefly against yours when he pulled back just enough to breathe, both of you visibly affected now. and then the idiot actually muttered: “still think i’m annoying?”
you let out a breathless laugh despite yourself. “the most annoying."
his mouth curved against yours again. “yeah,” he murmured, already kissing you again, “but you kiss me anyway?"
you snorted against his lips. "just trying to see whether your ego is justified."
a dark chuckle escaped chan's throat, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him, his erection pressing against your lower belly.
"think you can impress me with a hard cock?" chan's hands twitched at that. he wanted to smack that smug expression of your face so badly. wanted to make you shut that goddamn mouth of yours.
instead, he inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. "watch it." he said through gritted teeth, trying to hold onto his last bit of self control.
"or what?" you replied confidently, looking up at him, smiling way too sweetly. chan's breaths came out heavier, his hips grinding against you instinctively.
"or i will show you exactly what this cock is capable of doing to you. and spoiler alert, you're not gonna like it."
you snorted at that. actually snorted, right in his face. "yeah? think you're gonna break me, channie?" the soft nickname on your lips were his complete undoing. his cock twitched, you felt it through the fabric. he placed his hands on the counter on either side of you, pulling back but caging you in. he could no longer be this close to you, he had to get his cock away from you. because he was about to snap.
"you have no idea what you're doing to me." he spoke, voice rough. a smug expression crossed your face, you leaned forward, breath hot against his ear as you whispered, "what if i know exactly what i'm doing to you?"
his hand shot up, grabbing your hair so hard it hurt, tilting your head back. you couldn't help yourself but moan out, legs clenching together. chan smirked, grip tightening in your hair, "you fucking like that? being manhandled? where's your fucking smugness now?"
you stared at him, hating how your body betrayed you. "fuck you, chan." you muttered. but that only encouraged him. he knew he had you.
"that the only comeback you can think of?" he mocked, his other hand now grabbing your jaw, holding your head in place. he pressed his body against you again. "c'mon, put that smart mouth to work. i dare you."
but you remained silent, breaths coming out in puffs as you tried to calm your racing heart. "where did your attitude go, hm?" he asked, pushing his leg between yours. he pressed his thigh against your core, making your breath hitch, looking at you with mocking eyes.
"you asked me if i think i can break you? yes, i can. tell me to stop and i will leave right through that door. but if you say yes to this, i will make sure you forget your own fucking name."
he waited. patiently. for any answer. for a simple yes or no. you blinked up at him, mind racing, until you finally nodded your head confidently. "is that a yes?" he asked, tone still mocking. "use your fucking words." his tone was commanding as ever. but he needed to hear it, needed your verbal consent.
"yes—" you choked out. and after that, all hell broke loose.
a low sound escaped chan's throat, his grip on your hair tightening, yanking your away from the counter and towards the couch. it hurt, the way he was handling you. he pushed you towards the sofa, finally letting go of your hair. "undress." he said, standing tall in front of you, arms crossed as he watched you. "i'm not gonna ask again."
your fingers trembled slightly as you started undressing yourself, eyes never leaving his. "for fuck's sake." chan muttered, clearly impatient. he smacked your hands away, basically ripping your clothes away. his hands roamed over your body, feeling your warm skin against his fingertips. you felt better than he could have ever imagined. he groaned, his mouth suddenly back on yours. the kiss was laced with desperation as his hands grabbed your tits, squeezing them through your bra before taking it off with skilled fingers. "fucking perfect." he muttered more to himself than you.
he pinched your nipples hard, needing to know how you react to it. you hissed, biting your lip, gaining a smirk from chan.
he pushed you down on the couch, standing tall in front of you. his thumb traced over your lower lip. "open." he grabbed your hair, tilting your head back. "tongue out." your jaw clenched slightly, not wanting to obey him, wanting to challenge him. but when his grip in your hair tightened painfully, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. chan leaned forward, spitting into your mouth before sliding two fingers along your tongue. he moved them further into your mouth, his cock twitching in his pants.
"i'm gonna show you how to put that smart mouth of yours to good use, yeah?" he muttered as he started sliding his fingers in and out of you. you wrapped your lips around them, looking up at him. he pulled your hair harder, tilting your head further, retrieving his fingers from between your lips and smacking your cheek hard. "fucking answer when i'm talking to you."
your breath caught in your throat, eyes watering the slightest bit. "well right now, you're all big words and no fucking action." your snappy response earned you another slap against your cheek, coating it with your saliva that was still on his fingers.
"you fucking bitch." chan just shook his head, unable to believe that you still had the audacity to talk back. he yanked your hair. hard. moving you to lie on your back, head on the armrest of the couch. he pulled you further until your head was hanging over the edge.
he was already working on his pants, pulling them down, freeing his cock, right over your face. he gave it a few strokes, watching you. he didn't waste another second, tapping it against your lips. you smelled him, the saltiness of his precum coating his tip.
he didn't push in, not yet. he smeared his precum over your lips. "tap my thigh three times in a row if it gets too much. understand?" he asked, growing more impatient by the minute. you nodded. fucking nodded. "words, sweetheart." he said through gritted teeth.
"i understand." you said.
"good girl."
"don't fucking call me that. i'm not your good girl."
chan only grinned at that. "you'd rather i keep insulting you?"
"i'd rather you finally put that cock to use." you snapped back. he smacked your tit, making you flinch. "yeah, i fucking should. shut that goddamn mouth of yours for once."
and with that, he pushed his cock past your lips, his hips snapping involuntarily, shoving his length down your throat. "fuck—" he cursed loudly, watching your throat, how it took shape of his length. "holy—"
you immediately gagged around him, not having expected him to just shove his entire length in with no further warning.
and he fucking kept it there, making you choke, cutting off your air supply. you tapped his thigh three times, and he immediately pulled back, realising that he got caught in the moment. you immediately took a deep breath, coughing.
"you want to be treated like a fucking whore, then fucking take it like one."
"you're a fucking asshole, bang chan, you know that?"
a dark chuckle erupted from somewhere deep inside him. "yet you still take my fucking cock like you're my own personal slut." and before you could say anything, he rammed his cock back into your mouth, deep down your throat.
his hips moved in quick little thrusts, fucking your mouth till you couldn't breathe, pulling back to let you get some oxygen before repeating his movements. his hand reached for your throat, squeezing it, feeling the pressure of his own hand around his cock buried deep down.
you choked. hard. your body started jolting until he finally pulled out, a long strip of saliva still connecting your mouth to his cock.
"you're trying to fucking choke me to death?" your voice sounded hoarse, your throat so raw it hurt to talk. chan just grinned down at you, his fingers smearing your own saliva all over your pretty lips. you caught his finger, biting it.
"fuck! you bitch!" chan called in surprise, withdrawing his hand, connecting it to your cheek with a hard smack. and of all possible things you could have done, you fucking moaned at his action. "you're un-fucking-believable." chan muttered through gritted teeth.
"on your hands and knees." he ordered, voice way too calm for the storm inside him. you snorted. "don't fucking boss me around like that."
chan was losing his patience. he grabbed you, handled your body with a strength that left you breathless as he flipped you over on your stomach. "don't make me tie you the fuck up."
you snorted again. fuck, it drove him wild. he wanted to punish you for fucking breathing. "be my guest. i don't own any ropes."
a slow, wicked grin spread on chan's face. "oh, trust me. i can get very creative." and with that, his hands left you and you heard him wander off. you turned your head to the side, watching him waltz around your apartment like he fucking owned the place.
"what the fuck are you doing?" you snapped, already shuffling to get up.
"if you dare move even a fucking inch, i'm gonna spank your ass till it's burning red." your breath hitched at his words. but that still didn't stop you from rising to your feet and following him. who did he even think he was?
you found him in your bedroom, picking up a belt that was stored neatly in one of your drawers. he looked ridiculous. going through your stuff, half naked, his stupid cock still glistening with your saliva.
you stood there, butt naked, crossing your arms over your chest. "stop fucking going through my stuff."
"why? hiding something you don't want me to find?"
you snorted, "no. just don't like fucking assholes going through my things."
he walked past your bed, opening the drawer of your nightstand. "oh my god! you have no fucking respect!"
you knew what he would find. and you couldn't care less. he held up your pink vibrator a few seconds later, grinning like he found a precious treasure. "cute." he muttered.
"oh wow, blame a girl for owning a goddamn vibrator."
chan turned around, standing in front of you, vibrator in one hand, belt in the other. "you get yourself off with this thing?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"yes." you replied confidently but couldn't suppress the soft flush spreading from your neck to your face. chan grin only widened. his eyes travelled past you, landing on a light scarf hanging over the back of your desk chair. "perfect." he muttered, walking past you to grab it. "remember how i told you not to fucking move?"
you rolled your eyes, "remember how i told you not to boss me around?"
chan came up behind you. you could feel the heat radiating from his body. he threw the vibrator and the scarf on the bed. your eyes followed the items. "you know, that scarf is actually my favourite, if you ruin it—"
"don't care." he cut you off, grabbing your wrists, yanking them behind your back harshly. he tied the belt around them, making you gasp.
"and the only thing i plan on ruining," he moved his hands up your arms, fingertips ghosting over the skin, giving you goosebumps. "is you."
his lips connected to your shoulders, leaving a few kisses till he reached your neck. his arms snaked around you from behind, pulling you flush against him, his cock hard against your butt. he bit your neck hard, making you hiss, before sucking the flesh, making sure to leave a fucking mark.
he pulled back slightly, watching the skin change colour, grinning in satisfaction, before repeating it a little further up. your ass ground against his cock, making him suck your skin harder.
"fuck, you like getting marked like a fucking whore?" he whispered against your skin, his hands squeezing your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you moan. "chan—"
you moaning his name like that was his complete undoing. he needed more. needed more of you moaning his name, screaming it.
he grabbed the small vibrator from the bed, turning it on and guiding it over your hardened nipples. you pressed yourself harder against him, soft moans now constantly leaving your lips. he started grinding his hard cock against you, moving the vibrator down to your cunt, running it over your clit lazily. you arched your back, your hips starting to move against the toy. "chan, please—" you couldn't suppress the soft whimper, no idea where the sudden needy tone came from. but it made him lose his mind.
he threw you on your bed, yanking your ass up before you could even gather yourself, your hands still tied tightly behind your back.
he started wrapping your scarf around your thighs in figure 8s, tying them together. once he was done, he took a step back, admiring the view. you turned your head to the side, pressed against the mattress, ass in the air. you tried to get a glimpse of him. he stood there, swallowing hard, just... watching you.
"you're a fucking weirdo, bang chan."
his eyes didn't move away from your bare core, "shut up or i will gag you." he said as his eyes finally met yours. he moved closer to the bed, leaning forward, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of your face. "if anything gets too much, you use the word 'red' and i will stop immediately, okay?" you blinked at him a few times. the fact that he still ...cared, despite the hatred, despite you riling him up constantly, made something warm settle in your chest. "okay."
his hand started caressing your butt cheeks, way too softly. the serious expression on his face was replaced by a smirk. and then he smacked you. hard. you couldn't move, hands tied together, thighs tied together. all you could do was flinch.
"you should learn to fucking listen. if i tell you not to move, you don't fucking move." another smack. you opened your mouth, wanting to protest. he cut you off with another deliberate slap. "don't you fucking dare talking back right now." he said, making you grin. fucking grin.
"god—" he shook his head, his next smack making you wince from the sting. and then his finger just entered you with no fucking warning. you moaned out loud in surprise, moving back against his touch.
chan let out a dark chuckle. "you're so fucking desperate, it's pathetic." he said, his finger moving in and out of you with ease. "so fucking wet."
his free hand slapped your ass again, so hard it left a handprint. he added a second finger, curling them inside you, making you moan involuntarily. "fuck, chan—"
his cock twitched at you moaning his name again. fuck, that did things to him. "again." he muttered, teeth clenched, trying to keep any bit of self-control. "moan my fucking name again." he pumped his fingers faster, curling them at just the right spot, his name leaving your lips in soft moans, driving him insane.
he dropped to his knees, pulling his fingers out of you and burying his face into your cunt. "fuck!" you cried out, body jolting forwards. he grabbed your hips harshly, holding you in place as he fed on you like a man starved.
"tastes so fucking good." he groaned against you, his tongue swirling around your clit a couple of times before licking up to your entrance, pushing inside you. he reached for the vibrator again, turning it on, bringing it to your clit, while his tongue moved in and out of your hole.
you ground your cunt against him, moaning shamelessly as you felt your orgasm build up. "chan—" you moaned and he knew. he wanted to deny you the orgasm, wanted to edge you, to make you feel as desperate as you always made him feel. but he couldn't. not when you were moaning so sweetly. not when your cunt was grinding against his face so desperately.
your legs started trembling and he threw the vibrator away. it scattered on the floor somewhere as chan grabbed your hips harder, fingers digging into you so hard, they'd leave bruises. he held you in place, burying his face deeper inside you.
"just fucking come on my face already." he murmured into you, big hands moving to your ass, squeezing the cheeks harshly.
you tried to hold back your orgasm, not wanting him to feel even the slightest amount of pride for making you come. and he noticed. noticed the way you tried to hold back.
"for fuck's sake!" he groaned, pushing two fingers back inside you, curling them right where you needed them, making you cry out.
"stop being so fucking stubborn." his fingers pumped into you relentlessly, hitting your g-spot again and again, making you see stars, head spinning. until you finally could no longer hold back. with one last flick of his tongue over your clit, you came undone. he guided you through your orgasm and you could feel his fucking grin against your cunt.
"that's it." he murmured, clearly satisfied with himself. "just shut the fuck up." you snapped. bad idea. he smacked your cunt so hard, it made you lose balance, collapsing onto the mattress. with your legs and hands still tied, you couldn't lift yourself up, legs still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.
chan just chuckled darkly behind you, giving his cock a few pumps, watching you being completely at his mercy. he's been dreaming about this, fantasising about it. his eyes wander over your body, spotting every goddamn mark he left. bites, hickeys, fingerprints. he loved it. but he needed more.
he reached forward, grabbing your hair and yanking you back. his breath was hot against your ear, his cock pressing against your ass. "i'm gonna fuck you now, yeah? fill that pretty little cunt. mark you properly."
he gave you a few seconds to protest, but you didn't. you were still catching your breath, body still trembling. he let go of your hair, starting to undress himself. you didn't want to look. you knew he was handsome as fuck, didn't need a proof of that. but you couldn't help turning your head, watching him over your shoulder. fuck.
"stop staring." he said, not even looking up as he neatly placed his clothes over the chair at your desk. your eyes traced his toned body, all the way to his perfect ass. goddamnit.
"don't fucking flatter yourself." you snorted, but your words lacked any bite. chan ignored it, standing behind you, cock fucking throbbing and all. "ass up." he ordered. you struggled against the restraints, trying to move back onto your knees.
"fucking pathetic." chan murmured as he gripped your hips and pulled you up. his hands sprawled over your butt cheeks, squeezing them. you hissed. they still hurt from earlier.
chan just watched you for a while, with you getting impatient. "stop staring." you repeated the words he just threw at you, grinning to yourself. his hands flinched against your butt cheeks, ready to smack the shit out of you, but he took a deep breath instead.
he spit down on his cock, using one hand to spread his saliva over it, before pushing inside you with no further warning. "fuck!" you cried out, jolting forwards. "godfuckingdamnit chan!"
you were so fucking wet, he just slid right in, all the way. he gritted his teeth, trying not to think too much about how fucking good you actually feel. trying not to think about how he actually, finally, has his cock buried inside your fucking cunt. trying not to think about— fuck. his cock twitched inside you, realising how your walls are clamping down on him.
it pissed him off. how good you felt. how warm you were. how fucking wet. how much he wanted you, even though he finally had you.
he grabbed your hair, wrapping it around his hand, yanking you back forcefully, his cock buried to the hilt. he yanked until you were pressed against his chest. "i'm not gonna last long if you keep clenching your fucking walls around me."
your soft moans turned into a snort. "who's pathetic now? you haven't even fucked me properly, channie."
he lost it at the sweet nickname on your lips. his free hand smacked your ass. hard. grabbing your hips. the grip in your hair tightened as he started moving. his hips snapping brutally, each thrust into your sensitive cunt making you whimper.
"you drive me fucking insane." he murmured against your neck before biting down hard, making you cry out in surprise. he groaned against your skin, keeping a steady rhythm. you cried out his name again, and again, making his head spin.
he let go of your hair, forcing you to fall onto the mattress, grabbing your hips, fucking deeper into you. his pace brutal and intense. until your legs could no longer hold you up. they shook so violently, you collapsed onto the mattress.
but he didn't stop. he adjusted to the changed angle within seconds, pushing your hips further down, hips slamming against you, fucking you into the mattress. he moved one hand between your shoulder blades, the other staying on your hip, almost his entire weight holding you down.
"chan—" everything was overwhelming and the familiar knot started tightening in your stomach. his cock rubbed against that sweet spot deep inside you, making your walls clench violently around him as you came hard.
chan cursed under his breath, your orgasm triggering his own. his thrusts become sloppy, desperate to fill your cunt with his load. desperate to fucking breed you.
with a guttural groan, he stilled deep inside you. his arms shook slightly as he emptied himself into you. you felt it, his thick load warm inside you. "fuck, that's it." he murmured almost inaudible, his hips doing small micro thrusts.
he removed his hands from you, placing them on the mattress beside you. but he didn't pull out. not yet. he reached for the belt around your hands, undoing it, freeing you.
you were both breathless, panting heavily. chan's hand reached for your face, swiping some loose strands away. "you okay?"
your body was sore. you were hyper aware of every mark he left on you, your skin burning. but you nodded. the intensity of both your orgasms was enough to make up for the soreness.
he pulled out slowly, sitting back, watching you. your legs were still tied together, looking absolutely perfect to him.
when his cum started dripping out of you, his eyes widened, addicted to the view. "fuck," he groaned, fingers catching the thick liquid, smearing it over your cunt. when more started dripping out, he groaned.
he collected every drop, pushing two fingers inside you. "chan?!" you called out in surprise, but his name died on your lips, turning into a moan. his mind was fucking gone, as he started fucking his cum right back into you with his fingers.
"fucking appreciate the load i gave you." he said, voice dark. he smacked your ass, fingers pumping in and out of you, pushing his cum back inside.
"don't lose a single fucking drop or i'll have to fill you up again."
and right then, fucking his seed back into your cunt, having you whimper at his touch, moan his name with a broken voice, one thing became perfectly clear to him. that he didn't want this to be a one time thing. already too obsessed with the way your body reacts to his.
bang chan had it all: a prestigious job as an engineer in new york, a future as a CEO already written, seven brothers found in life, not in blood.
then, in a single night, everything falls apart.
framed for the murder of his boss, chan is arrested in front of cameras and sent to the maximum security prison he himself designed.
the only one who knows the truth is hwang hyunjin, architect, colleague, best friend, brother in life... and eyewitness hiding in the shadows.
but hyunjin can't speak.
not without putting his own life and the lives of his friends in danger.
when the system betrays chan, his friends decide to do the only thing possible: get arrested so they can break into the same prison and free him from the inside.
Hi everyone, i'm Aurora. How are you?
This is my first time writing a series like this, and i can't deny that i'm excited. I love skz, and ever since i started watching Prison Break, i thought: "Why not try writing a story about skz escaping from prison?"
I'm currently writing a Chan x Reader. Then there will be a spin-off with Hyunjin. If i have any other ideas for the others...i'll let you know.
I really hope these stories engage you as much as they engage me while i'm writing them. Happy reading.
You’ve spent your whole life hiding. Wards carved into every surface, Coals burning in every corner, rules you never break to protect yourself from something older than you—something born of gods and monsters. And he still got in.
You were careful. The sigils are burned into every inch of wood you inhabit, you rarely leave the house, you follow every instruction that was left for you. And somehow he still got in.
The city was loud before he did, but it’s been quiet ever since. There’s something about him, something that mutes the noise and paranoia that was born into your bones.
Hyunjin is everything you told yourself you’d never get. Everything you watch humans bask in from your fire escape. “More incense?” The heavy metal of your loft door clinks shut behind him. He slips his shoes off, no jacket, he’s never cold.
“Mm, this one is cleansing.” You slip into sight, a cloud of sage wafting after you. You have coal burning in every corner. Always in every corner. “I thought you’d gotten used to it?”
His feet slide lazily over the dingy marble floor, hands already reaching for you. You slip into his hold, palms planted on his chest, the cold metal of his necklace bites into your skin. Familiar.
“I am. Just wondering where you get all this stuff.” You smile and he kisses it, then the corner of your mouth, your nose, then your lips again.
“I’m a very loyal customer.” Hyunjin hums, burying his face in your neck when you hug him. He takes a breath, deep and slow. You smell like myrrh and lavender. Your fingers card through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. The silver strands slip through your fingers like silk.
“Very loyal.” He murmurs, lips brushing over your pulse. “What were you doing?”
You try to pull back and he pulls you closer, fingers pressing into your waist. You laugh, just a huff of breath. “I was cleaning up.”
“You’re always cleaning.”
“And you’re always needy.” He feigns offense, pulling back to look you in your eyes. “You are.”
“Am not.” There’s no bite to his argument. He lets you go reluctantly, lacing his fingers through yours while you step away. “Take a break with me.”
You scoff, taking your hand away to fix the scarf on your head. He watches you, eyes tracing the earth tone pattern down your back. It’s heavy with tresses he’s never seen. “A break means—”
He cuts you off, “It means you sit here,” He plops down onto your sofa. “And let me distract you.” You’re pulled down into him before you can protest, a breathy laugh clashes with his. Your thighs clumsily frame his.
He’s kissing you before you can properly complain. Tongue ghosting over the seam of your lips, asking you to part them just for him. You’ve never had this with anyone else but him. His hands wander, wide palms flat against the plush dip of your hips, then up over your arms.
“See?” He mumbles, kissing the corner of your mouth and peppering over your jaw. “You’re good at taking breaks.” You melt into him. Into his touch, the brush of his lips kissing over freckles he’s named over the year that you’ve tangled yourselves into each other.
Your fingers splay over his shoulders, slide down to his chest. Your nails bite into his skin through the fabric, and the cold of his chain bites into your palm. Again. You hum a sound, half moan and half curious.
“Do you always wear this necklace?” You mutter, mindless words slipping the filter in your hazy head. Hyunjin’s movement falters, just for a second, one quick but loud second.
“Mmhm.” His teeth graze your shoulder then kiss the pressure away. He sits back, looks up at you. “Why does my necklace matter right now?” He smiles, so you do too.
“It doesn’t.” But you still glance at it—dark plain stone on a thin frayed cord. Nothing remarkable. “Just never noticed it.”
Hyunjin taps a crooked finger under your chin, his gaze holds yours and you forget all about the silver chain. “Maybe you’re too focused on me.” His smile numbs the buzz of thought in an instant.
“Maybe.” You kiss him this time, slow and deep, fingers slipping into the silver strands tickling his shoulders. Hyunjin smiles into it, hands cupping your cheeks like holding you in place could get him more of you.
Sage wafts from your left, your right, one of your coals has burned out by the window. You feel it, like someone left a door open. You pull back, “I have to—” Hyunjin shushes you with another kiss. You pull back again, smiling, “My coal went out.”
“Let it.” The couch dips, he sits up, shifting you in his lap. “The coal isn’t kissing you.”
His lips press into the sweet spot beneath your ear, you tilt your head for him before you can think otherwise. His tongue presses firm against your skin, the wet drag sates your worry. You moan, melt into him, chest to chest, breath fast with—
“Ah!” You pull back with a hiss, Hyunjin curses heavy under his breath. “What the hell…” something burned you, a quick and deep shock of heat. You lay a hand to the center of your chest, over your amulet, small and tucked into your collar.
“That must’ve been mine.” He mutters, moving to tuck the silver pendant into his collar and—you pause.
“Wasn’t that just stone?” It’s no more than a whisper, but Hyunjin pauses like you screamed it. “Your necklace was stone, your chain—”
He cuts in, “What does it look like to you?” He’s serious now. Breath still heavy, heart racing for reasons he doesn’t want to have to admit. “Do you see stone?”
“I—I did, but now…” You look down at it, silver with glimmering azurite in the center. “Now I don’t.” You reach for it, squinting at the symbol carved over shimmering stone when Hyunjin tucks it away.
Your eyes snap to his, “It’s always been silver.” His tone is flat but his eyes, his eyes shine like the stone. They pull, numb the confusion. You find yourself leaning in again, like a sailor to a siren. “Okay?”
“Mm…” You feel the heat of him, his breath on your lips—but you look down again, towards the necklace, and he notices.
“Focus.” You can’t. You can’t shake the sight of the amulet, stone then silver, dark then shimmering blue. Another coal ashes in the far corner, your mind buzzes, it’s like a draft is clearing the fog. Adding feeling where numbness has settled. Hyunjin kisses you.
His hand comes up to the back of your neck, your scarf slips back an inch.
“Hyunjin.” You murmur, pushing back—he doesn’t let you. He kisses you harder, deeper, it melts you. It melts you but it feels wrong. He moves you, fast enough to blur what you’re thinking into ink stains behind your eyes. He lays you down, presses one palm to the arm of your sofa and a forearm into the pillow by your head. his knee settles between your thighs and you bare down mindlessly. Mindlessly.
The necklace was stone. It was. You see it behind your eyes. Plain stone on worn cord. Cold and simple.
Hyunjin’s lips wander one way while your mind goes the other. You can’t unsee it. You move with him, grind down over the clothed firm muscle of his thigh and dig your nails in where his forearm flexes just the way you like. But you can’t unsee it.
So, you open your eyes. Hyunjin feels it, he pulls back, looks at you, and you see it again.
Silver, intricately framing a shimmering blue. There’s a symbol carved into it, worn down as if it’s made into the stone. You’ve seen it before. An olive tree. You’ve seen it in—your blood runs cold.
Another coal ashes across the room.
“Is that an olive tree...” Your voice is smaller than you mean it to be. Hyunjin hears you, you know he did because he froze. “Get off of me.”
He doesn’t. His eyes flick to your terrified ones, panic seeping in. “I need you to listen to me.” He’s gentle, like he’s talking to a scared kitten and not a divine enemy. “Just give me a second to—”
“Get the hell off of me.” You push him, forearm to his chest and legs kicking into the cushion. He moves before you fight too hard, before you can feel anymore trapped than you already do.
You stumble three steps back, chest heaving. “Listen to me, I can explain.” Hyunjin’s knees are still pressing into your sofa, his hand balled into a fist against a pillow.
“It was stone. It was nothing and now you have Athena’s amulet hanging from your fucking neck.” The words tumble out, you take another step back and nearly trip over the carpet. Hyunjin’s eyes close at the mention of the goddess, the one you’ve grown up trying to avoid.
The air feels sharp in your lungs, too cold.
“I was going to tell you, I just… I don’t want it to go like this, can you please sit.” For the first time since you met him guilt shaded his irises. It pulls you, but not hard enough.
”Why are you wearing Athena’s amulet?” You hold his gaze, you see the defeat. You see the moment he accepts the fate of it all.
”It’s for the gods’ hunters.” Your pulse is roaring now, hands shaking. “They’re meant to conceal your true being. Create a mirage.”
You know that. You just hoped he’d lie, or come up with something that doesn’t crush you whole like he has now.
“It does the same thing yours does.” Those words are the stinging confirmation you’d hoped you wouldn’t get. Your hand presses over the amulet tucked into your shirt.
”You know what I am.” He stares for a second, like he can will everything not to break with silence.
”I know who you are. Yeah.” His voice breaks on the last word. You look away, anywhere but at him.
“And who are you?” You don’t want to ask. You don’t want to know. You want to scream at him, tell him to leave. Hit him for every day that he’s lied to your face.
Hyunjin stands from the sofa, slowly, like the air is too thick to move. “I’m a mistake.” You look at him, he’s grateful for it. “I’m what happens when the goddess of control and wisdom abandons what makes her powerful. I’m what happens when you trick power.”
Hyunjin holds out his arms, presenting himself to you. The late afternoon sun frames him in a moment of cold irony. “Son of Athena.” His arms fall to his sides. “A walking embarrassment.”
You stare at him, at the frown that bends the lips you’ve kissed nearly every night for the last year. At the silver hair that makes more sense than it needs to. “Your father is Hephaestus, then.”
Hyunjin shakes his head, gaze finally falling to something that can’t see through him. “His attempt to have her failed. But a demon lord? They rarely fail.”
”So you’re…”
”Half god. Half demon. Hated by both, accepted by no one.”
You scoff, shaking your head “Don’t try to make me feel sorry for you.” His eyes find yours again, he sees the anger, the betrayal bright and brown.
“That’s not what this is.” He steps towards you, slow, careful.
“When were you going to do it?” That question stops him cold. ”When were you going to kill me?” Your voice betrays you mid-sentence, breaking for a second before you force yourself back together.
“I wasn’t—”
“Don’t you dare say that you weren’t going to.” Your feet against the cold marble punctuates your disdain. You step closer. “Don’t you dare tell me that your mother, that monster of a goddess, didn’t send you to kill me. Don’t you dare lie to me again, Hyunjin.”
You don’t know when you started yelling. You don’t know when you took another step, but you have. Your eyes burn, your mouth’s dry. Hyunjin swallows across from you, watching you.
”I was meant to bring Athena your head.” The sentence sounds wrong. Too mundane, too simple coming from his tongue. A tear slips from your eye and you let it. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Hyunjin looks human. More than you could ever say he did before, more than you’re sure the mirage of the amulet is capable of. He looks horrified, gutted, ashamed.
“What’s your plan, huh?” Your voice is strained, “You come and fuck me, wait for me to fall asleep in your arms so you can—“
“Stop.”
”No, you’re right, you’ve had every night this year to do it. It must be something more grand, right? What is it?” Hyunjin closes the space between you in two steps, you replace it in an instant. “Don’t”
“Do you really think that I stuck around for a year waiting to cut your fucking head off?” The question hung between you like the lie hung around his neck. “Yes, I was supposed to kill you. I still am. But you were supposed to be a monster. You were supposed to be this thing that—that I could look in the eyes and end. You were supposed to be Medusa's daughter.”
The name stains the air. You hold his gaze.
“I am.” It’s a weak admission.
“No, you’re you. You’re careful, and beautiful and sweet. You feed bumblebees and love jellybeans. You are not the monster my mother promised I would find.” You’re shaking, he sees it. It takes everything he has not to try and hold you. “I agreed to kill this ugly dangerous thing…and instead, I found you.”
It's too much. It hits you, harsh and unforgiving—this man, the only one you’ve ever allowed to know you. The only one you’ve ever trusted enough to let past the sigils and powdered stones, is the monster that you’ve been hiding from. What you’ve checked for under your bed for years has been in it for months.
“No.” You shake your head, lips parting without sound, then shake your head again. “No, you don’t get to do that.”
“I didn’t—”
“You don’t get to give me a speech about the humanity you meant to take from me.” Hyunjin’s fists ball at his sides, you point a finger at him, he lets you. “You have come here every single day knowing that I’m going to die and you’re the one waiting to do it.”
Tears fall freely now. Your throat burns.
“I was never going to do it, not after everything, not after staying.”
“I don’t believe you.” That breaks something in him. Something comes loose, you see it, you want to care. “Get out.”
He doesn’t move. “Can we please just talk…”
“You either get out or you kill me right now.” Your gazes meet, hold. “Either way, I can’t stand in front of you any longer.”
Hyunjin swallows, standing still for a beat too long before he raises his hands just barely, not even above the waist. Just enough to show you that he's got it, he surrenders. He takes a slow step forward, then another. You look past him.
He doesn't touch you when he passes, doesn't brush against you, doesn't try to feel something he knows will cut him. He just goes. He slips on his shoes, pulls the heavy metal knob, fingers brushing the sigils marked dark into brick—then he steps out.
He's gone, and you feel it in an instant. The house corrects itself. The walls feel the shake in your hands, the hesitation in your breath. The coals that had ashed reignite, hotter and brighter. The wards marked in dark ink by the door sink into the bricks. The salt along the wall pulls itself into a neat line.
The wards listened to your instincts. And for a year, you were wrong. Now they know better.
Hours blur as you redraw sigils. There hasn’t been a second of respite since Hyunjin walked out. Not a second that you haven't thought about the fate you invited inside. You've broken your mortar and pestle, grinding stones until it was unusable. You've turned ashes into black salt and shut your blinds.
It doesn't feel like enough.
You'd cried long enough to collect your own tears in a vial full to the cork. You sat it on your altar and asked for clarity, for guidance. You asked Medusa, your mother, to show you the answers you couldn't find yourself. You let the candles burn themselves into thick pools of wax. You haven't moved since.
Hours have hummed and echoed. The city breathes in pulses, but you are still.
He lied. Lied to your face for a year, made love to you as if it was allowed. Your head is loud when it tells you that you've failed. Your heart whispers that you trusted, but it all feels the same.
Rest never comes, you sit on your bed hugging your knees to your chest. Your scarf is slipping off, and you let it. The hair underneath is coiled tight into ash gray locs. It's always felt too vulnerable to let them loose. You let the scarf fall, you feel your hair against your bare arms. Your own lie. The one you can't send away.
Hyunjin has wandered in miserable circles for hours. Dragging his feet around a city that doesn't see him the way you do. The way you did.
He failed. Not his mother, not the gods—you. He failed you, failed himself. He was going to tell you, he really was, but there was never a right moment. He could never bring himself to corrupt the peace he found with you. Look where that's gotten him.
It's the middle of the night when his feet carry him right back to the start. To your apartment. He stares, he knows better, you don't want to see him. You don't trust him.
He steps in anyway. Calls the elevator, rides it up to your floor like muscle memory. Every step echoes, the lights flicker and he ignores it. The symbols on your door are darker now. Fresh. He knows what that means—you've seen a monster.
He doesn't reach for the knob, he knows better, but still, the door reacts. The sigils traced into the metal hiss, smoke curls as they sink into themselves, pushing itself further and further inside. The salt line along the threshold vibrates, twinkling like a hazard.
Hyunjin watches, shattered. His hand lifts before he can stop it, hovering inches from the door.
The sigils flare hotter. He pulls back like the metal burned him. Now he understands what he's done—he's lost you.
You've petrified yourself. Your legs are numb from how you've folded them, the pain burned away hours ago. Your entire body feels the same now.
The night has swallowed the streets, your space is dark save for the glow of the coals that you've replaced. They're running on the last of themselves.
The clock changes again, the bell by the window blows in the wind, the candle on your altar shines low. The…candle on your altar. Your head turns slow, eyes fuzzy when they land on the flickering flame. That candle, the one you offered your mother when asking for a sign, went out hours ago.
The bell rings louder. You undo yourself, feet tingling against the cold marble. You step into the main room, the bell by the closed windows blows. The bell, by the closed window.
Your feet stick with every slow step. The bell keeps ringing. Not wildly, just enough to scrape along your nerves. The coals along the wall glow brighter with each step you take, like the house itself is holding its breath. The window is still shut. The blinds are drawn tight. The bell tied above the window moulding trembles again, metal arching away from the wall. Your wards don’t do that for nothing.
Your stomach twists. Athena’s hunters don’t knock.
You reach the window slowly, fingers hovering above the cord of the blinds. Your pulse thunders in your ears. For a second you just stand there, staring at the thin strip of darkness between the slats. You imagine it—a stranger standing outside. A blade. A bow. Hyunjin kneeling somewhere far away, begging for his mother's forgiveness while someone else finishes the job he couldn’t. Your hand tightens around the cord. The wards brace with you.
“Fine,” you whisper, voice rough. “Come on then.”
You yank the blinds upward. The slats snap open with a sharp clatter. A shadow moves, not lunging, not attacking. Turning. Hyunjin’s head whips toward the window. For a second neither of you move.
He’s sitting on the fire escape railing, one foot braced against the metal ladder, shoulders tense like he’s been ready to spring all night. His eyes scan your face first—fast, frantic—before flicking past you, checking the room behind you like he expects something else to be there.
Then his gaze settles back on you.
He freezes. Like a man caught somewhere he knows he doesn’t belong. The streetlight below paints his hair pale silver. His jaw tightens when he realizes you’ve seen him. He doesn’t move toward the window. Doesn’t speak. He just stays there on the fire escape.
“You—” The word dies in your throat. Hyunjin straightens slightly, like he’s making himself smaller on the narrow strip of metal outside.
“I wasn’t coming in,” he says quietly. His voice barely carries through the glass.
Your hand tightens on the edge of the window frame. “Then why are you here?”
His eyes flick down to the street for a second before returning to yours. “Making sure no one else does.”
The bell trembles again, chiming softly between you. Your wards hum under your skin, restless, uncertain. Hyunjin glances at the sigil burned into the frame from the outside and lets out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh.
“They’re working,” he says. “That’s good.” You stare at him. At the way he’s positioned himself facing the street instead of the window. At the way he hasn’t even tried the latch.
“You’re setting them off.”
“I know.” He doesn’t apologize. He just shifts his weight slightly on the railing, eyes already moving back to the dark street below.
“I’ll leave if you want me to,” he says after a moment, “just...” Your fingers hover over the window latch. You shouldn't open it, you know that. You don't want him here, he isn't safe. “Just let me watch for the night, I'll be gone as soon as the sun comes up.” he looks back at you, eyes holding yours from the other side of the glass.
“No.” You flip the latch, open the window too fast to be welcoming. “I'm not letting you sit here and plot.”
“I'm not plotting.”
“I don't believe you, why would I believe you.”
Hyunjin's jaw clenches, eyes narrowing. “Because I haven't killed you.”
You let out a hollow laugh. “Not yet.”
Hyunjin scoffs, turning back towards the night. “For someone who thinks I’m here to murder you, you opened the window pretty fast.”
Your fingers curl against the frame. “Don’t flatter yourself. If you try anything, the wards will tear you apart before you get two steps in.”
“Good.” His voice is sharp now. “They should.” He shifts off the railing. The fire escape groans softly under his weight as he steps closer to the window. You feel it immediately. The wards along the frame hum low, heat creeping through the frame where your hand rests.
“Stop right there.” Hyunjin does. He’s only a step closer, but it feels like the air between you tightened.
“I’m not crossing the threshold,” he says. “Relax.”
“Don’t tell me to relax.”
“Then stop acting like I’m waiting for the right moment to gut you.”
“You said yourself that was the plan.”
He bites the inside of his cheek, “Yeah. It was.” The words land heavy between you. “You were supposed to be something else,” he continues, voice rougher now. “Something easy to kill.”
“And I guess I disappointed you.”
“You did the opposite.” Your laugh is sharp.
“Oh, that’s supposed to make me feel better? You only almost murdered me because I turned out to be charming?” Hyunjin steps closer again before he can stop himself. The sigils along the windowframe flare hot. He freezes instantly. For a moment neither of you breathe. His voice is quieter when he speaks again.
“I stayed because I didn’t want you to die.”
“Don’t.”
“I mean it.”
“Don’t you dare pretend that makes this noble.” Your voice cracks, anger spilling through it. “You came into my home. You slept in my bed. You let me—”
The words choke off. Hyunjin’s face twists. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I know.”
“You knew the whole time what you were supposed to do.”
“And I didn’t do it.”
“You were going to.”
“Maybe,” he snaps, finally losing the careful edge he’d been holding. “At the beginning, maybe I was.”
The admission hits the air like a dropped blade. Your stomach twists. “Gods, you really are unbelievable,” you whisper.
Hyunjin drags a hand through his hair, pacing one step along the fire escape before stopping again in front of the window. “You think this is easy for me?” he says, voice rising now. “You think I planned any of this?”
“You planned to bring my head to your mother.”
“And instead I spent a year falling in love with you.” Silence slams into the space between you. The wards quiet. Hyunjin looks like he regrets the words the second they leave his mouth. But he doesn’t take them back.
“You didn't.” You say it quickly, as if to break your fall. Hyunjin doesn't fight you. “You don't love me, don't say that again. Don't lie to me again.”
His eyes flash, like this is where he draws the line. “I would never lie about loving you.”
“No,” you say again, louder now, backing away from the window. “No, you don’t get to do that.”
The wards hum uncertainly along the frame. The coals flicker in their tins. “You don’t get to come back here and say something like that like it fixes anything.”
Hyunjin doesn’t answer. He just watches you. Arms hanging by his sides. “You lied to me for a year,” you continue, voice shaking now. “You let me trust you.”
Your voice breaks. The wards flicker. “I don’t want your love,” you say, even as tears spill down your face. “You don’t get to give that to me now.”
Hyunjin huffs a humorless laugh, “Too late.”
Your eyes stay on his, wide and desperate. “Don't.”
“I already did.” The words hit you like a slap. Like ice to heat.
“Stop it!” you shout, stumbling another step back. “Just stop—” The bell by the window rings sharply. Hyunjin moves, not fast. Not like an attack. Just one step toward the window. The sigils along the frame flare. Smoke curls from the carved lines, bright and angry.
“Hyunjin,” you warn. He doesn’t stop.
The moment his hand touches the frame, the wards strike. Heat flashes across the frame. Hyunjin sucks in a sharp breath as the sigils burn against his palm, light biting into his skin like teeth.
“Don’t—” you gasp. He pushes anyway. The wards scream, Hyunjin grunts like he isn't being lit alive. Salt along the threshold scatters violently, the bell clanging against the glass as the sigils fight him back.
For a second the amulet at his throat flares bright blue. Then it falters. The mirage slips, just for a heartbeat. The air around him distorts, like heat rising from stone. Something dark follows him, pressing against the edges of his shape—the shadow of wings burned to bone, a sharp glow to his silver hair, a flicker of liquid hell in his irises.
Your breath catches.
Hyunjin grits his teeth and forces himself through. His skin is angry red when his feet hit the marble floor. Burns rise along his arms, neck and hands. He staggers once, but he doesn’t fall.
The sigils along the room flicker wildly, unsure now, their light sputtering. The coals go out in every corner. Leaving you in nothing but his moonlit shadow. Hyunjin straightens slowly. Up close, you can see the strain in his face, the way the amulet at his throat cracks and settles as it tries to rebuild the illusion.
He looks at you like none of that mattered. “I love you,” he says again, voice rough.
You stare at him. At the way the wards dim around the room. At the damage he’s taken just to stand before you and say it again. Your laugh breaks out before you can stop it. It’s sharp. Wrong.
“That’s insane.” Hyunjin’s expression doesn’t change. “You love me?” you repeat, voice shaking now. “You were sent here to cut off my head.” His hands ball into fists at his sides.
“You knew that the entire time,” you continue, taking another step back like the distance might steady you. “You knew who I was. You knew what I was.” Your voice cracks. “And you still let me fall in love with you.” The words land harder than you expect.
For a second, the fire in his eyes shows it's again, resisting. “You don’t get to say that you love me now,” you whisper. “Not after that.”
“I didn’t plan it,” he says quietly.
“That doesn’t make it better!” The wards pulse weakly along the walls, responding to the spike of your voice. The silence that follows throbs, the bell settles. “You should have killed me,” you say suddenly. The room goes still. Hyunjin’s head snaps up.
“No—”You cut him off.
“If that was your mission, you should have done it the first night,” Your cheeks are wet with the words. “Before I trusted you. Before I thought I loved you.”
Your voice breaks again. Hyunjin takes a step toward you. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not?” you fire back. “It would have been cleaner.”
Hyunjin watches you like you've pointed a knife at his chest—“You just couldn’t finish the job.”—and plunged it. Something in him breaks.
“That’s not what happened.”
“Then what did?” you shout. Silence stretches for half a breath. Then Hyunjin laughs once, bitter and hollow.
“You really want to know?” Your stomach twists. “Fine.”
He takes another step toward you. The wards hum, but don’t strike again. “I lied to her.”
You blink. “What?”
“I lied to Athena.” He says it louder this time. “The first time she asked about you, I told her I hadn’t found anything. The second time I said you’d already moved cities.”
Hyunjin’s eyes lock on yours. “The third time I told her that I thought you were dead.” The room goes very, very quiet.
“You—”
“She knew I was lying,” he cuts in. “Of course she knew. She’s Athena.” A humorless smile twists his mouth.
“But I kept doing it anyway.” Your chest tightens. “Every time she asked, I bought you another month. Another week. Another day.”
You stare at him. “You could die for that,” you whisper.
Hyunjin shrugs slightly, like the thought barely matters. “Probably.”
Your stomach drops. “Why?” The question comes out before you can stop it. Hyunjin’s expression shifts—not softer, but rawer.
“Because she’s the only person who was ever supposed to love me.” The words hang heavy between you. “And she never did.”
He gestures vaguely toward the door. “But you did.” Your throat tightens. “And I decided that was worth it,” he continues quietly.
“Worth the lies. Worth the scorn. Worth whatever she does to me when she finally stops asking and starts punishing.” He meets your eyes again.
“I’d rather be hated by the gods,” he says, voice steady now, “than to never be loved by you.” Silence floods the room. The wards around you dim, confused by the storm of emotion twisting through the space.
“You don’t mean that.” Your voice betrays you, doubting itself.
“If you believed that I'd be dead.” He gestures to the coals, the symbols on the walls. “These are strong enough to kill me. I know they are. I know you. You know I love you, and the fact that I'm standing here means that you love me too.”
There's a ghost of rejection. A quick flicker of a fight before you just can't. The coals ash themselves. The bell settles. And Hyunjin takes a step closer.
“Even if I know that…” you start, swallowing your emotions before they undo you. “we can't pretend that someone else isn't going to try and kill me. Hell, they'll kill both of us.”
He takes another step. “Let them come.” And another, “Let them try.”
Your hands are shaking, reaching just barely towards him. “I don't want this to hurt anymore. I don't want to keep running. I can't, I can't keep hiding, Hyunjin.”
“Hey, hey.” He closes the space, hands meeting your wanting ones. “Nothing's gonna hurt you, you hear me?”
You give into him. Into the pull. He wraps strong arms around you, one hand bracing your head to his chest. You sob, unravel at every exposed seam.
“Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby.” He whispers it in a chant, like if he says it enough it'll bleed into your bones beside the fear. “I'm not going anywhere.”
You sink down to your knees and he goes with you. When you pull back you see him, beyond the mirage. Silver hair bright as stars and pieces of hell clinging in the places darkness finds him. Eyes as sharp as knives, looking right into yours.
For a moment you can’t breathe. Not because he’s monstrous. Because he’s still him. Hyunjin watches your face carefully, like he’s bracing for the moment you recoil. You don’t. Your hand lifts instead, trembling, hovering near his cheek before finally touching him. His eyes close.
“I’m not afraid of you,” you whisper. Hyunjin lets out a slow breath.
“You should be.”
“Maybe,” you murmur. “But I’m not.” His hand tightens around yours.
“If the gods come for you,” he says quietly, “they’ll have to go through me first.”
You shake your head weakly. “Hyunjin—”
“I mean it.” His eyes open again, burning with something fierce and steady. “If loving you gets me killed, at least I’ll die knowing someone finally saw me.”
Your breath shudders out of you. The last of the fight drains from your body. You fall forward into him again, and he holds you like he’s always wanted to be. Your sobs quiet slowly against his chest, his hand moving gently over your back, his voice low in your ear until the shaking in your hands finally fades. Minutes pass before either of you move. When you pull away again, the room feels different. Quieter. Softer. You’re the one who stands first. Your hand reaches for his. “Come on,” you say quietly.
He follows you without question. The bedroom feels smaller somehow, more intimate than it ever has before. You sit on the edge of the bed and he settles beside you, close enough that your shoulders brush. For a moment you just look at each other. Then you lean forward. Your lips find his, a flicker of hesitation in your breath before giving in.
Hyunjin makes a thankful sound, his hand lifts gently to your cheek, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he moves too fast. The kiss is soft at first. Careful. A quiet apology pressed between your lips. Your fingers slide over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your palm. The cold of his cracked amulet biting into your palm. Familiar.
His other hand slips into your hair, catching in the locs he’s never touched before. He pauses for a heartbeat, thumb brushing softly along the strands. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. Your own amulet warms at the words, something it’s never done. Then—a sound breaks the stillness. Both of you turn. Across the room your altar glows. The candles that had burned themselves into pools of wax breathe again, their flames rising from nothing in thin flickering lines. The vial you filled with tears sits empty now, the glass dry to the bottom.
She heard you. This is your sign.
Hyunjin watches you, watches the moment sink into your worried bones and bring something lighter to the surface. The thin flames shrink one by one, you watch them as if you’re seeing your mother walk away from the room. As if she’s saying ‘you’re safe here’.
The amulet at your throat warms again, shining an emerald against your skin. The stone at the center of your necklace pulses once—faint, like a heartbeat. “Hey…” he whispers. Hyunjin’s gaze drops, you turn back to him, and when he sees you he freezes.
The mirage slips. Not fully, just a fracture. Just enough for him to finally see you. The air around you chills, there’s a faint shimmer of scales along your collarbone, shadow of serpents where your hair should be. All dead. Your eyes are what stun him, endless pools of jade and gold. He can’t look away, petrified by the sight of you. All of you.
Then it’s gone. The illusion snaps back into place. Silence floods the space between you. Hyunjin is still holding you. Still close. He studies your face like he’s trying to memorize it all over again. There’s no fear. No disgust.
His hand comes up and cups your cheek, thumb brushing gently along your jaw. Then his fingers move slowly through your hair, careful with the strands. The locs slide through his fingers, he’s careful with them.
You breathe, allow yourself to melt. To be seen. He kisses you again, this time deeper. Not desperate—just certain. Like something broken between you is slowly being mended. The room around you grows warmer, quieter, the night settling gently against the windows.
Your amulets touch, warm against your skin. Your mirage slips away with his, and this time, you both lean into the burn.
a/n: Oh, I'm nervous! If you read until the end then thank you time one thousand. This is a fic that I actually just wrote for myself. I wrote it for fun and practice but I love it so much that I figured why not and after having the wonderful, sweet, and absolutely brilliant @skzophreniic read it and hype me up a bit I've finally found the courage to post it! Fantasy is not my usual so go easy on me.
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My heart aches and burns and why yes I did cry thank you for asking. (The perfect reminder that writing for yourself creates the most beautiful stories and we should all do more of it.)
pairing: Bang Chan x f!reader
wc: 23 ss
tags/warnings: soulmate!au, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, some angst, mutual pining, poor communication, cursing
part one // part two // part three
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Summary: Everyone has their soulmate's first words to them tattooed on their skin, which might be helpful if yours didn't just say a generic "Hi." Your best friend Chan has the same one—well, that's what he told you.
a/n: Part 1 of my 1K follower event! This one was built from polls that I ran a little bit ago. Thanks to everyone who voted in the polls to shape this series. Hope you enjoy!
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